~Puyo-ing in the park one day~
~On a very very plain ol' day~
~I was offset by surprise~

"You rhymed day with day." Sig remarked. Limping to Sil baking eggs in her kitchen.

"You suck the fun out of it." She smiled. "Good morning, awfully bright for this morning, aren't you?"

"Not really. Until I heard you sing I thought you disappeared…" He said like he knew that was foolish of him.

"What? Like I just vanished? Well, okay, that's totally possible. But I just wriggled myself out of your clawy grasp, Mr. Sleepyhead." Sil picked up the red claw and ruffled its owner's head with it. Both of them chuckled.

"Eggs?" Sig leaned over to see in the frying pan.

"No, it's the cure to all my problems. What do you think, dummy?" *Knock on forehead*

"That they're eggs?"

*Snrrrrk* "Was that a joke? Fuwhahaha~"

"I didn't mean it that way. Glad you like it."

"Let's enjoy our breakfast before I carry you to school."

"Figuratively?"

"Shut up and eat your eggs, you big dope~"

Chapter 34: Four of Them

"Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiib! RIBRIBBIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"Oh. My. Gooooooosh!" *Roaring one jester applause* "Donny, you're amazing! How did you do it? And can you teach me?"

"Riiiii… Rib. Ribrib…"

"Ah, that's a shame… By the by, um, don't tell anybody else but I'm planning the give you all big bonuses soon."

"Rib-Ribbie~"

"Tee hee, well I'm trying to get what exactly what you guys want. Sooooooooooooo…" Pierrot, hands behind back, eye to eyehole, slowly leaning over at a 65° angle as dragged out her word.

"Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiib?"

*The sound of a human going from 65° to 180°, to a crouch* "Take ya time, Donny." She affectionately petted him on his slimy head.

"Rib."

"Got something, Ribbitie?"

*Froggy nod*

"Heheh, 'kay, froggy. You're our resident Mr. Mascot. Ask away, buddy."

"Rib. Ribbit ribbit, rib, ribbit. Bit."

"Come again."

"Riiiib? Rib. Ribb-"

"Nonono, no! I heard that. But why?"

"Ribbit ribbitiiiiieeeee~"

"Cuh. Cuh. Continue spreading happiness?" The harlequin tumbled on her back. She rolled back up. "C'mon, Donny!" She replied, sounding insulted.

Donguri hid inside his nut.

"You deserve something Mr. Gearu." The clown asserted. "Be a bit selfish will ya! Don't be surprised if you don't get something you like if you keep this up."

"R-R-R-Rrriiiiiiiib?"

*Big sigh* "If not for you, one of your Acorn Amphibian pals."

"Ruh-Rib? Ribbit. Rib." He tapped where his chin should be. "Rib rib rib~"

"Did I hear your Frog right? A private pond you and your friends?"

"Rib?"

"No, we'll pick one out and you tell me where to put it, 'kay?" *Wink*

"Ribbit!"


"Priiiiiinceeeeeeey! Adorable princeeey!" The Ocean Prince's butler. Looking for his master.

"Hey, shrimp! You owe me pearls from your last two briberies!" And Sil was doing something self-explanatory.

"Miss Pierrot, please. Do not refer to his cutely, wuteliness that way! He gets scared easily."

"Offended, more like…"

"Offended, too. Ah, to be youthful…"

"And that's why I'm insulting him. So he'll come faster."

"Ah, what a relief. So you don't mean it?"

Silvana glanced to the side. "Sure… Whatever gets me those pearls to safe keep."

"Oh, it's such a thoughtful jester, Miss Pierrot. I can see why you're a clown."

"So I've been told. By you. Several times." 'How many celebrations does Salde need in a year?'

"But, I'm afraid you don't know him like I do. He'd wouldn't but lured in by insults."

"Yes, We would! You clown, how dare you, not to amuse Us!"

"Oh, Prince!"

"There he is! You catch him, I'll turn him back."

The chase went on.


*Knock knock[, for the eight time in this fic, I swear it's more]* Lidelle timidly knocked. At Sil's caravan door. Shivering a bit. Holding a piece of paper.

"C'mon, L. You can do it."

"I'll try, Vento. Now please, hide!"

"Nice knowing ya!"

The door opened. Sil looked down. "Hiya, Lid… You don't need my permission for the outhouses.

"I don't need to go!"

"Then what are you here for? It's not that time yet."

'Nice knowing me too…' *Gulp.* "I wanna talk to you, M-Miss Arle?"

"Kuh!" Sil snatched Lidelle up and took her deep inside.

"Who told you?!" Sil burst out.

"Meeep!"

"And have you told someone else?!" She shook the little girl.

"N-N-Noo-oo-oo-oo-oo!" Lidelle cried. "Please be gentle on me, Miss Doppelganger Arle. Ayieee!"

Sil dropped Lidelle to the floor. Paralyzed. She fell over backwards. Giving up. "I'm dead."

"N-No you're not!" Lidelle

"I'll be soon…"

"So, are you really Miss Arle's Doppelganger?"

"Why are you still here, Lidelle?"

"Because you're my good friend. Even if you're an evil monster."

*Cry-ish reaction*

"Oh, my… I offended didn't I?"

"Pull off my mask alreadyyyyyyy!"

"Oh." Lidelle carefully removed the mask. "Cute face." She tried to lighten the mood. Sil's frowny face told her what she thought of this. "Your expressions are exactly what I thought they were." Lidelle observed, not meaning anything by it. "I get why you wear it now…"

"Can we go somewhere comfortable?" Silvana said deeply bothered. She proceeded to retell the story of her life lying on the couch. "…and it zigzags between painless and painful."

Lidelle was overwhelmed. She did her best to comfort her classmate. Hoping it would curb her too. "You have it worse than me. You're so sad. And you're so strong. But you play a clown." Lidelle found herself nervously giggling.

Sil rolled away, turning the back of her head to the imp.

"S-S-Sorry! I didn't mean to. Forgive me!"

"'S fine…" Sil was emotionally drained.

"I can see why Mister Sig and Miss Ammy are so close to you… If people fou-"

"Don't remind me, Liddy!"

"Eeeee! Are you angry at me?"

"Moreso at my existence! Why aren't you abandoning me?"

"Y-You want me to? What kind of person would want that?"

"No, I don't want you to abandon me! How did you know?…"

Lidelle gave her a folded piece of paper. It read:

"nwoT pmiɿꟼ ˎbɒǝʜɿǝbnυʜT ǝllǝbi⅃ oT"

Sil's eyes widened. She knew this awful calligraphy, only in reverse. She read it:

"!ǝɔɒʇ γm ni Ɉi bυɿ oɈ llǝʜ oɈ Ɉnǝw ǝʜƧ !ǝlɿA ǝʞɒʇ γǝʞɒʇ γɒƨ i blυoʜƨ ɿO !liƧ !ooɈ ɿǝϱnɒϱǝlppob bipυɈƨ ɒ ƨǝʜƨ bnA !ɿǝϱnɒϱlυppob γm ɿoʇ ǝm ʞooɈƨim liƧ ǝɔniƨ ǝɿǝʜ ʞɔυɈƨ nǝǝb ǝvI !υoγ γllɒǝɿ ƨɈi γbbi⅃ ʜƨoϱγmO"

It goes on into a big rant.

"How did you get into contact!? I wanna know!" Sil flailed the paper.

"Uh… I got a special machine… That lets me write to her. I feel really sorry for her…" She spoke slowly.

"Hhhhhooooow?"

"Uuuuuh… I don't know. My big brother gave it to me. He said something like "a friend of yours is in hell. I know, because she begged for hours I brought you up" and now I can talk to Vibitia… It's strange, I'm talking to a dead Ammy. But she's thankfully still with us."

"How can your brother do that?" 'I've never seen her brother or sister for that matter…'

"You don't know him? I figured you knew him already… Oh, I guess it was a different one…"

"A different, what?"

"Eeeeh-eeeh…" Lidelle twiddled with her sleeves. "I thought you were the one who hypnotized, possessed and robbed him, sorry."

"…Is your brother… Eh. The Dark Prince perchance?" Sil grinned wide out of fear.

"Yeeeeees."

"…I'm dead." She said uninvolvedly crushed, plomphing back on the couch. "Also sorry for doing that to your brother."

"I-I-I won't tell. He hates you, but I'm sure you had a good reason."

"I DIDN'T! I was following instinct as a doppelganger. It's his fault I'm free, putting Arle and my sanity in danger."

"Want me to make that relaxing tea you like?"

"yesplease"


"More and more know my identity… This is getting dangerous. Just to be sure: Please keep this a secret. A copy like me deserv- I DON'T DESERVE THIS!"

"Any other copy, maybe not. But you, and Vibby do."

"Lidelle, thank you… For not telling. Please… I wanna live. Keep a… tight lid, on it. Fufufufufu."

Lidelle giggled in return. "Glad you're happy again, Missy Silly."

"Don't call me that. But seriously. Don't. Speak. And eh-heh." *Murder gesture* "If things go south…"

"It won't come to that, Miss Sil, don't say such things!"

*Wishful sigh* 'Can I be this optimistically naïve? Must all my school friends be this clingy?' She broke the hug. Affectionately messed up her head.

"Please be the best pen pal to Vibby you can be. Mention me as little as possible for her, and her anger management therapist's sake."

Author's Notes:

I discovered Dragon Ball Z Abridged… *Sob* I feel so inadequate to write… *Sob* Incidentally I traced Draco as a Super Sayain on my Tumblr. Huskynator. My art. My artwork. Tracing. Outline. Outlines. Those are the tags. Plus Super Sayain.

I don't even watch Dragon Ball.

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