It's only a few days removed from Christmas, and Primp town was enthralled. For Christmas was beloved all, very few were appalled. Even the naughty, and especially the nice. The former will soon get their price.

Primp Magic School, this chapter begins. Where the students were chattering like screeching violins. That was Silvana's two cents, but she kept it vocally to herself, she's playing defence.

"Hopefully Santa knows what I want." Amitie's eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

"Uncle's gonna cook something so good." Sig's dreaming about his first of many bites.

Klug's w(/f)ishing for approval of his peers, Lidelle wishes she had some, Raffine gets what she wants regardless, so she has no fears. They grew suspicious of Sil, whose contribution to this discussion was: none.

She just sat there, slumped over at her desk. Staring at the snow outside, lying still, quite statuesque.

"Hm? Are you okay, Sil?" Amitie excused herself from the group to show some goodwill.

Sil mumbled. "Yeah, don't worry about me… Just let me be."

"Hello, Kiddies! I got good news!" The teacher with cheer.

"Am I gonna be Santa's helper this year?"

Accord giggled. "I'm afraid not, Amitie, sorry to disappoint. There's no need for a helper to appoint." She went on to explain. "And that's because Santa himself is delivering to Primp square's very lane."

The class got excited at the notion. They yell, they fist-pumped, and lots more they made some commotion.

"He'll personally hand out gifts, and coal. He's chosen our humble town, let's show him our soul."

Silvana's listening had stopped. 'Grrrh… When have all your heads been dropped?…'

Chapter 36: Christmas for Silvana!

In her caravan, our clown felt rotten, like her sense of happiness had been forgotten. Her tears soaking the pillows and Arms. Even he can't save her with his charms.

*Knock Knock* It didn't come as a shock. She knew exactly how this was gonna pan out. She just hoped they wouldn't shout. (She highly doubts…)

The guests helped themselves to the bedroom. Sil's pretended to sleep, hoping they, without her, would resume. "Sil~ Santa'll come any minute!~" Said Am, accompanied by Sig, and Lid.

Sig spoke to jammies wearing jester. "Sil, you can't fool me, or… us I guess."

Amitie too. "We've all seen you sleep before… Real cutely, I'll confess."

"Mrrrgh." Silvana didn't face them, as she let out a groan. "I don't wanna go, you jerks, and leave me alone!"

The trio winced. Lidelle, in particular, took it hard. "B-B-But, Miss Sil. It's Christmas, time for togetherness, not something to disregard."

"Santa's sure to have something good in store for me. For you too as you'll see~"

"I'm hoping for a rare bug I can name "Doug"."

Sil's patience was pushed, she faced them and screamed. "UUGH! Do you guys seriously believe? In the fat man that "generously" gives presents, then takes his leave?" Sil had asked her question. The schoolmates had the expected reaction.

"You don't believe in Santa?" Amitie raised a brow.

"But he's real, he gives me something to endow."

Sil replied frustrated. "Oh, that's funny, Lid! As I recall. Santa stopped giving to me the first Christmas I came to be. The presents come from the parents of all. Christmas is a hoax, can't you see?"

The trio didn't like what they saw. An angry Sil(/Arle) holding out her hands, each became a claw.

Sil went on. "I can get down with the family reunion aspect. But no, I'm staying home, getting drunk, you guys don't give my I.Q. much respect. Santa? HA! Good one! Back in my world, the Dark Prince plays our Santa, and not just for the pun."

The girls were still. "But Sil…"

"Don't be dumb." Sig said flat. "You're coming with us, and after that, dinner with uncle and me." Stunned Sil sat, Sig's assertiveness stung her like a gnat.

Amitie not missing a beat, with Lidelle's help, dressed her up.

"Help, yowch." She decreed.

Amitie and Sig got her arms. Lidelle got each leg. "You're not spending Christmas alone, no matter how much you beg."

Sil's kidnappers had the power of friendship in bulk. All she did about it was sulk.


Arms crossed, frown on her face. She made her taste quite known this time and place.

"Oh my~ Do we have a Scrooge here or a Grinch?"

"Shut up, Oshare Bones. I want Christmas to be over in a cinch."

"Ohoho! You are a Grinch, next thing you'll say you don't believe Santa's existence, honey."

Silvana made noises of disgust. "Don't play dumb. The parents buy presents with money."

"You seriously don't believe? Next thing you'll say Skeletons, like myself, shouldn't live."

Amitie broke the tension. "Don't fight you two! It's Santy's job to misgive."

The wait was half-an-hour. But it felt too long. Sil could've infiltrated a tower, or fought a giant kong. Anything is better than this boredom. She took the time to look around. 'Those poor kids, thinking this is all sound. To them, it's not weird. Our Santa is probably Professor Accord in a beard.'

"Hooo Hoooo Hooooooooo!"

She heard the sky call. When she looked up…

"Mmmmmerry Christmas one and all."

It looked like a slay, but that couldn't be, for there was no Santy. Those reindeer? Must be fake. The rest of town ate it up like cake. The chubby figure grabbed his sack, hanging it over his shoulder. He proceeded the jump out his sweet ride with the velocity of a boulder.

His landing was a mighty quake. Everyone involuntarily jumped up from said shake.

The man had a fond smile, even while loathed to those with wile.

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, and happy new year, people of Primp!"

"HI SANTA!" The town shouted as Sil's spine and arms went limp.

'So this fatso is real?' Sil thought she had no access to her words. 'Why did he never acknowledge me? Am I not part of the herds?

Silvana was hopeful, but for long it didn't stay big. Presents for Akuma, Lidelle, Klug, and also Sig. She saw the icon give presents and coal. But she got nothing, it was murder on her soul.

She stared for hours at her feet, Santa's running on empty, that much was concrete.

Never having enjoyed the vacation, Sil was quietly crying. She was here on this occasion. 'You've been real you undying-'

Her mental cursing had been cut. Old Santa shook his empty bag, digging Sil further in a rut. "Ho. Well, looks like that's it for me this time. Hohoho, I trust you find my gifts and coal sublime?" The jovial man in red voiced out. Making Silvana wanna shout.

Next to Sil stood a boy usually not that acute. He noticed Sil got nothing, it hurt his stomach like a kick from a boot. "Uh… Santa. You have a sec?"

'No, please, don't do it Sig! I'm already a wreck!'

"Ho Ho Hoooo. What is it, Sig, m'boy?"

Amitie caught on. "You gave nothing for to Silvana enjoy!"

"She said you never gave her anything."

"G-Guys, please sssssshhhut up." Their necks she could wring. "I d-don't want *inhales* this many eyes on me…" They felt a little guilty.

"I missed someone? Did I miss anyone more?" Santa asked at the crowd, no hands raised, it made Sil miss how she felt days before.

"I didn't? Well, I'm dreadfully sorry, boy."

"Imma giiiirl!" Silvana lashed out, devoid of joy.

Santa pulled out his lists walked up to the harlequin. "What's your name, have any kin?"

Sil's in a crowd, for anyone to see and hear, Santa will expose her, her greatest fear!

"S-S-Silvana."
"Siiiilvaaaanaaa… Surname?"
"P-Pierrot…"
"Hmm, no S. Pierrot's on the lists, how do I not know? Are you naughty? You wear a mask."

"NO! I'm a make-up hating clown, before you ask!" Sil put pressure on her cheeks. "It's staying on my face. Keep on ignoring me." She wheezed. "I'm angry, but I don't deserve it, I'm a big disgrace!"

"Don't listen, Santa, she always talks herself down…"

"Real unusual for a clown." Santa put his hands on her shoulders, to get her still. He got the attention of the sobbing and embarrassed Sil. "Silvana, I don't know how, but your trust I did betray." He let go and turned away with a wink. "I'll make it up to you, but first let's see what the people have to say. Now!" The icon raised his voice, he spoke up about a creation of a pearl. "Now, people of Primp, she's been ignored for far too long. Let me hear it: has she been a good girl?!"

"No duh!"
"Sil's great."
"He's funny!"
"She saved our feet."
"Debatable, she tries, KUMA!"
"As the smartest in class, I'd be lying if she wasn't."
"She's my inspiration, she said "hi" to me on the street."
"Ribbit!"
"Hm Hmm."
"No!"
"Yes, aside from some mean habits."
*Maaaaany more, she gained lot of amore*
"Not a moment her circus hasn't mattered."

Sil didn't know what think, friends, acquaintances, and randos alike had her all flattered. The approval of the town was nothing to gloat. She easily won the democratic vote. She was so touched, she could choke, what if her mask suddenly broke?

"Thank you…" She whispered.

"Ho ho ho. It's settled, dear Silvana, I'll put you on the list." To show he did not jest, he wrote her on the list where the nice consist.

Her head felt as clear a savannah. Getting this error remedied felt great to Silvana.

"You're now on the list."

'To me that sounds like "you exist".' She had snark, but she no longer was in the dark. She got a little sheepish, ask she asked. "Soooo… When do I get mine?"

"Oh. Ho. Ho. Sorry, I can't now, but you can bet your mask that I won't neglect you next time. "

"Ah… I see…" One last disappointed she faced.

"Hm. Say, though I am in a bit of a haste. How about we Puyo for fun?" The gift giver rubbed his quilt.

The crowd's eyes widened. "Puyo Puyo!?"

"Ho Hoooo. We could play sumo as well, but for that, you are not built." The jolly man laughed as he slammed his belly. "Ho!" One. "Ho!" Two "HOOOOOHwoops… Sorry." Three turned Sil's spine the jelly. "Are you ready for my challenge, you li'l pup?" He said as he got her up.

"You sure bet, Santa Claus!" Sil felt totally different, like a little kid, she's totally pepped.

"But your fea-"

"Don't listen to my friends." She folded up her sleeves with a smile. "I accept!"

"Hohoho! Brace yourself, dear, I'm no pushover at my age." He got battle ready. "Nice to see you standing straighter." He smiled back. Each grabbed their first Puyos and let the battle begin!

*35 seconds, exact later…*

A lot of the crowd were on the edge of their seats. And for those in Sil they put their trust. They cried out in concern at her defeat, she ate Santa's dust. As usual with a failed task, she lost her mask.

"Oh, my." Santa voiced. "Will she be okay? She's crying out loud."

"She'll be okay, Santa." Sig reassured him, digging Sil out with the help of some crowd.

Sil's fears were acting up underneath the rubble. Buried in a fairly deep in the snow. She had enough, she casted Go Home on the double.


Missing her mask, being wet, and feeling humiliated with a cold, wrapped cozily in some blankets, wearing a sleeping mask. Hiding her head underneath some pillow in case things come true as her fears foretold.

"Army, did I ever tell how much I need you? Without you, I'd feel the same as I usually do… *sniffle* Arms snuggled closer to her chest.

*Monkey wishing her the best*


The next day she was still ill, she did find a nice surprise. The mask was laying next to Sil. 'Sig must've gotten in using his key, he still has to convince me why he's not too good for me…'

"Hm? A note." Said with a hoarse throat.

"Hi Sil, hope your okay after that battel. Well you sleep like a baby and dont rattel. Uncle, Amis parents, Raffeen and hers dad, Lidel and me, are having christmas dinner. If you wake up please come.

Sig

P.S. Ami and Lidel say that your hour winner."

Say laid her head down. Delicious dinner with family almost as close as she could get, they say that what Christmas was all about. She'd lot love to come, eat, drink, and shout. Having fun, playing games, if she has one she'd come next year, all she can do now is pout.

*Sniff* "The day has passed, and I miss dinner with the Ammy, Sig, and Lidelle. Haaaaachooo! Ow, that hurt my spine, if only I could cure this stupid cold with a spell…" She was miffed, after she went through all the effort to get more than one gift.


As Sil's illness kept her complaining, that was no excuse for the crew not to keep on training. But in the middle of the tent was something that surprised them by a mile. "Is that what I think that is?" Amitie referred to the present pile.

"Ribbit?"

"Way, A! I like having more."

"Teehee, so do I, Vento."

"Santa already gave me something, there's my name, where did this come from, Ho Ho?"

On Oshare's turn. "Hold, the phone. I know the paper and these shapes. Silvana had shopped for these presents months ago!"

"There's a note here. It's from Sil."

"Read it to us girl, let us know!"

"Santa won't give us gifts, but I will. Thanks for putting up with me.

~Silvana Pierrot ❤"

Author's Notes:

Based what might my first Saint Nicholas Day. I was trying to hold in my tears because he glossed over me. Turns out my cheap plastic hockey stick was obscured behind sight.

This might be the genesis of my low opinion of myself. If this kind man who kidnaps you to Spain or throws you over a bridge if you've been bad, just flatout ignores you despite being a timid child, that has to leave a mental scar. The Saint even arrived in Helicopter…

I never had positive reinforced while at school, ever. But I turned out fine, people like me for being bitter, I speak my mind. I don't know why either. At least not directed at something I'm proud of. So I'd thought, yeah sure, that'd make a nice act finale…

The rhyming thing, came very last second. As soon as I started writing. And I had this sorry on the backburner since before Act 1's end.

This ending was supposed to be sadder btw. Sil's ended up drunk as well at the end.

But that aside: I'm taking a brake to comb the series' typos over, as well as all my Puyo Puyo works. I won't document them. I'll keep it retconless. Feel free to read it over. It'll be done by the next chapter comes (That's assuming Article 13 won't annihilate me, look it up. I've taken precautions, but still…). Forgive my aversion for doublechecking. I shall do it more often now.

You'll know I'm done cleaning this story with the next this story updates. And because I asked last time. Any favorite OCs?

~The End of Act 2, thanks for reading, from me, to you~