Act 2 in short
DON'T USE THIS AS A REFRESHER OR AS CANON, THIS IS A JOKE!

Silvana was in her reading room, listening to music and reading her favorite adventure novel. "You know what? Murdering that Amitie made me feel like a new person. I'll be funny from now on! I am supposed to be a clown after all."

*Therapy session*

"I'm taking my sweet time curing you. You're a special case and I wouldn't know where to begin. I'm not a licensed doctor, either."

"Good to know I'm in safe hands…"

"Worse case scenario a year's worth of intense brainwashing."

"…Not any worse than I had planned for Arle…"

*Circus, after hours*

Silvana couldn't believe it. "Sig. Are you still breathing? Sig? Siiiiiiiiig! Dead…" She sighed. She picked up his body. "I took you for granted, friend." Sil placed her teary cheek on Sig's. "I'll make sure you won't be forgotten." She had trouble keeping herself together. *Wheeze* "Why must you die, you jerk! How dare you outlive your Uncle, he clearly still misses your mom."

"im okay"
"AH!" *Drops talking corpse*

Vento showed his ugly masked face! "Psyyyche!" The dwarf taunted his employer. "I did something!~ Imma character now! Yay!"

*Stink eye of cataclysmic proportions!*

Vento knew what was good for him. He fleed.

Silvana raised her fist in furious, unbridled, undying wrath. "VENTO! To get back at you I'm pranking Amitie!"

*One tremendous first-time make-up job, and violo~ Spitting image of Red Amitie*

"Aw, me future me! You're awesome, like the big sis I always wanted. I feel like I'm not as big a screw up I always think my friends see me as." Amitie cuddled her future self with for comfort and with admiration.

'Darn, went to this disgusting effort to make Amitie believe. And now she hero worships me… And I like the unconditional affection… I love you, Am. But I hate you…'

*Later*

*Nervous knocking* "H-Hi, Puh-Puh-P. I can't forgive myself after seeing your reaction thinking Sig died. Can I be relevant ever again?"

Sil's angry response: "Not until act 3, you jerk! *Sadistic tease* I might give a hand-wavey, unsatisfying explanation of what you are in Chapter 33."

"Noooo! That'll spoil my point!"

"Don't kid yourself, Vent. To the layman you will never have point."

*Different day*

"Okay, boy! Turn into me and mimic my moves."
"Woof!"
"Heh heh. Okay, Balders, next trick: Turn into Raffine and throw your arms over my shoulders and give a big a happy smile. School's gonna be fun after I show them our BFF photo."
"Yapyapyapyap!"
*Snap*

*School trip*

"Alright, class. We're at the museum of the town with three names." Accord reminded her kiddies.

"So, meow please stop talking about it, Klug."

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Why is there a 'you must be this good to enter' sign?"

*Seconds later…*

"Lemme goooo! I wanna go into the museum!"

"Come now, baby."
"Don't make me buy you a bottle."

Silvana and Raffine dragged the boy by the wrists.

"If I can't go then seal me away!"

Silvana groaned. "Look, Klug. If get you a history book and I'll be nice to you from now on, will you stop being a baby?"

"Yes."

"Here you go."

*Hugs book*

Raffine disgusted. "Silvana! How dare you make Klug happy! Be more like a self-serving lady, like me!" *Throws hair*

*Raspberry* "What are you gonna do about it, Raf?" Sil put her hands on her hips. "Persuade us to go to a restaurant and openly hope the others choke on the food?

"Marvelous."
"Finally a bright idea."

Accord later resurrected the ashes of the three.

*Hypnosis show*

"And when I snap my finger, the personalities of Lidelle and Raffine will swap (an improvement that won't stick)."

And the crowd went mixed!

"Also Raffine will occasionally, bark and refer to herself as a dog… Fufufufufu."

*Tomorrow at the teacher's office*

Accord had a neutral face. "Do you know why I called you?"

*Bark!*

Silvana heard at the voice waiting in the hallway outside. She snickered. And so did her teacher.

"It's purrtty funny."
"I can't deny that. But, Silvana, please stop antagonizing Raffine, and I'll usefully tell her the same."

"Okay, you got my word." They agreed and shook hands, both Sil and Raffine crossed their fingers.

*Past*

A scared little girl (that's master thief, actually) lost in the tower got chased by one of many that uncannily, for no seeming reason shared her face and clothes. Caught in a dead end in the mirror maze. She fell through the mirror. She's at the other side.

"Huh. I have sure to be underutilized mirror magic… AWESOME!"

"Eh, hoooooooow?" Doppel was confused out of her killing phase. "Wait! You're not me!"

*Raspberry!*

*Raspberry back!*

"Hi, And I'm not a magical Doppelgänger from a mirror. Crazy, right? I'm Silvana Puzlow btw way. I mean Warle. Warle."

Warle died later that night at age 5.

*Present*

"I'm invincible! Master Thief and I steal Soles. Not as bad as souls, but people will get sore feet. Kekekekeh~"

"I might be the goofiest freaking thing in this fic, my god… And very integral to Doppelganger Arle's backstory, too…"

It was funny during the writing process. Be glad I removed the abusive backstory subtext. It was unneeded.

"At least namewise… I just exist to show Silvana is not Warle… Oh hey, Silvana! Let's have a friendly chat in front of the whole town with sore feet."

"Um…" Sil looked down at the angry mob down at the school's base. "Let's skip that part, we're probably not gonna use it wisely to properly define you. How about we just play Puyo?"

"Squishing the squishy things? Sure. Sounds fun."

"That's not how you play Puyo Puyo."

"Huh?"

"Puyo Puyo?"

"Why do keep saying the jellies' names?"

"Oh. Ooooooooooooh. You didn't know? Oh, It's this fun puzzle game with a really low learning curve." Sil saw an opportunity and took it.

"Cool! I've been wanting one of those."

*Sil trashed her! And now a civil explanation afterward.*

"So… To get things straight… I died as a little girl in the tower…"
"Correct."
"I'm in denial that I died…"
"That's my best guess."
"And that's why I'm still walking around, being invincible for the last 11 years."
"Sorry to say… I saw your corpse in the tower…"

Suddenly Warle got really sad, reverted to a ghost of the deceased 5-year-old. She flew off like a crying child would run.

'Poor girl.' Silvana shed a tear. It was the first time she could empathize to anyone sharing her face. It didn't excuse the soles she stole. "Rest in peace, Silvana Puzlow…"

*A random casual, unassumingday…*

"Ouch! Aw. Yowie! Hole. In. Heart. Want. To. Be. Part. Of. A. Family!"

"I'm eighteen, so I would be the big sister."
"Are we ever gonna bring it up again?"
"Probably not. We're both orphans: let's be orphan buddies." *Nervous joke*
"…No…"

"Hello, girls."
"Hi, Prof. Would anybody miss me, Professor?"
"If you keep up that attitude nobody will~"

"Hey Army. Arms. Arms. Arrrrrrrrmmms! Listen to me Arms! … Why aren't you listening? Oh, yeah… Ehehehe. I'm dumb." *Facepalm*
*Grumpy Monkey*
"Can you answer something for me?"
*Head tilting monkey*
"Should I be concerned I give you some subtle naughty undertones in your personality? I'm not sure how intentional that is on my part…"
*Monkey snuggle*
Sil's mouth went it wrinkly. "Good point, my stuffed animal~"

"Hi Sil, what's troubling you?"
"You know that embarrassing picture book session with your dad, Am?"
"I could never forget? I still have nightma-"
"I'm jealous."
"What's your family like?"
"I'm a daughter of a zombie, a bird, and a clam. I hate life. Your mom's last name's Nadja btw."
"So?"
"That's Arle's last name."
"Gasp! Let's be cousins!"
"No. Let's not."
"Whyyyyyyyyyyy?"
"That should be easy to work out. I'm going…"
"Bye…"

"Hey, gramps. Can you make me feel better?"
"I can try, I'm no good at this!"

*Moments later outside of Akuma's office*

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. Family sucks!"
"need a hug?"
*Sniffles* "Can I get a nap with that? I really need it."

*A practice day*

"Ribbit?"
"What's that Donny?"
"Rib~"
"You wrote the Puyo Puyo version of Ocean Man? Dude! You are amazing! Guys! Practice is over, let's chill in my living room, you're a weeny if you don't!"

*Hospital*

"HAH!" Sil shot up from the hospital bed, straight into the arms of some that care.

"silvana thanks for not dying"
"SIL!"
"You're alive future niece, Hohow saved you."

"I had this terrible dream. I was a kid, no memory of Silvana, got escorted by a pirate lady, pirate lady went to the Hell part of Hell, stranger took me in, they had the depressed soul of Copy Amitie, who was all goth until she recognized me, and was so happy she became Amitie again, I called her Auntie, went to bed with her, pushed her out of the bed when I remembered my proper age, pushed her out of bed, went exploring on my own, we met up again, apparently she lost part of her soul, she looks pretty complete to me, then she hated me because she realized I killed her, and then Hohow came and flew me off."

Amitie, not sure what tone she's speaking in replied. "That all happened, Sil. You died."

"Oh, you'd think me knowing the Dark Prince would mean there's no peace after death. Can I call you Ammy?"

Amitie liked that, but Sig's uncle Stan interrupted. "Hohow is in the vet, by the way. You should pay a visit."

*Veterinary*

"Yup, I did that. Can't do it that often tho-hough. It's rarer than winning the lottery."

"I'm gonna be blunt, I'm not sure if I should thank you, give you a raise, lower your pay, and/or perform double suicide. Why me?"

"Ho Hoo! Because I am a high symbol of virtue and grace."

*Caravan*

"Okay, Lidelle. Now that you know my true identity I want you to keep quiet."
"Who else knows?"
"Only Sig, Amitie, Hohow Bird, Vento, maybe Professor Accord but I don't know that if she does, Akuma, Lemres, Silly the Ghost and the jury is still out if. She. tattled… TOO MANY KNOW!"

*Halloween*

"Halloween~" Sil was giddy. She made sure to look as good a possible, as close as possible, the make-up she detests had to be spot on, she got a rare mask for the occasion, she had two, two-hour hypnosis sessions a day in the week leading up to Halloween…

Just to mess with her friends, but more importantly to tick off Raffine.

Sil smiled in the mirror. "Hm… I suppose this is as close as I am going get~" She saw Raffine looking back at herself. Sil giggled like a lady, very unlike herself. "First Halloween, possibly my last. Better go out with a bang!" She swayed her hip. "Ohoho I'm dying on the inside! Oh, La-Ti-Da~"

*Haunted House Ghost Quiz show in the center of a circus hosted by dead children. (That's a sentence I just wrote.)*

Silly (Warle, Silvana, ghost) tripped broke a clay urn containing a ghost controlling, fisticuffs lovin' pumpkin spirit. So good going, SILLY!

"_ _'S FREE! I'm the second Clayfighter reference of the three, and the most overt… My god…"

Accord knows about Icky. Are we gonna follow up on that? No. "ICKYBOD CLAY!?" She yelled in the moment, her wits been scared out.

"That's not _ _'s name!" The spectre replied in annoyance.

"Then what is your name?" Amitie asked as innocent as she's scared.

Samhain Jebb's pumpkin face was in total disbelief. *Face of total disbelief* "Yanno, man, just for that. _'s gonna make you squirm." *Breaks Amitie's bones*

"Can you break that one's bones too?" Sil asked, pointing to the one she's dressed as. And just as moral.

"Not until later, I'm not evil, drop dead gorgeous."

*Boring story and the real Raffine broken, Mission to vanquish _ _ in progress*

"Raffine!" The teary sounding Vento latched onto Sil's leg for comfort to this strange ghost dimension.

Silvafine explained the situation.

"Hey, I'm gonna do something again."
"You're my decoy."
"Ouch, when will be important?"
"Hold your breath for Act 3?"
"So I'll die? That's not nice."
"Vento, has anyone ever told you are an entitled pest?"
"No! Cause nobody ever talks about me!"

Long story short: Sil sucked up _. "Ghost!… trapped?"

*A day or two later*

Sil and Sig were enjoying being close together.

"Hey, Sig?"
"yeah"
"I think I've still recovering from being Raffine. I wanna date you."
"cool"
"It's just I have a big crush on you, everybody knows now. A thank you for all you've done for me."
"i know"
"And you get less relevance than Vento. But you're way more meaningful to my 'development', as they call it."
"lets go"

*Oshare Shoppe*

"OSHARE! I NEED A SIMPLE DRESS TO LOOK PRETTY IN! NOW!" Sil slammed the door open.

"Oh~" The Skeleton was pleasantly surprised. "OH! You've become a woman, Silvana! Now I'm doing my best to make you feel embarrassed for wearing a dress. ❤"

"Why must you threaten to raise the age rating?" Sil fearfully whispered for her own concern.

*At the caravan*

"Teeheeheeheeee~" Sil had childlike glee. "I just discovered one of life's most simple pleasure: Playing dress up in front of a mirror. Who am I even any more?"

*Spaghetti At Sig's*

"This is your best date yet, Sig." His uncle served with a smile.

Several emotions rushed to Sil, mostly curiosity and confusion. "You dated before?"

"yeah though this is my first time out of their way to dress like that. i like it"

"Oh." Sil blushed and looked down. "Here I am dressed a little more mature than usual for you… I don't wanna be embarrassed. Do you have alcohol, Stan? I need to be slightly drunk."

The uncle was hesitant. "Hmmmmm. Okay, but don't do something to raise the rating up as a result. That could threaten our whole existence to a slippery slope where we have to migrate Act 3 to its own fic. "Where's Act 3?" They'll say, do you want that?"

"Uh… Can we turn down the self-awareness dial? 'Snot funny anymore…"

"Raffine's cursing us up a higher rating, and Arms is ambiguous, and the blatant allusions to your bits during Halloween, death in general. But you going to Hell was in proper context, I give you that. Just be careful, Silvana. I like breathing our current K+/Gen/E10+/7 rating."

"It won't come to that." Sil assured as she held up her glass.

Stan reluctantly poured. "Oh yeah. What's Rayman 3's age rating?"

"rated e?"
"PEGI 3."

"My god…" Stan put his palm on his face. "I want you two to make out already, but I fear if you actually start making out in Act 3, I feel we're pushing it dangerously close."

"dad"

"I'm your uncle, my boy."

"oh yeah sorry dad"

"Ugh. I'm taking the alcohol too. My continued existence in this fic be damned. Enjoy looking at your girlfriend's breasts while you can, my boy. It's what you mother would've wanted. Please become my niece!" He begged.

Sil slid so much off the chair she's under the table. "And they say it can't get much worse than Hell..."

*Later tonight*

"Si…" *Hic* "Darn it…"

"?"

"Efen slightly drrunk I can't ffffully admit how I obfiously ffeel abhout yoo."

"uh wanna go to my bed together?"

"O~O~OH~ Taken adfantage of a helphless, ffragile emothionally unsthable, genochidal againsht her own kind, drunk theen who'sh almosht thwo years your senior tho take tho bed to cuddle with, are yoooooooooooo?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" Sig didn't know how.

"I'd though yoo'd never ashk~~~❤"

~The End of Act 2, Merry Christmas~

Author's Notes:

15 days it took me to clean up this whole fic. Feel free to reread it if you want.

Thanks to JelliPuddi for the Hohow joke I stole.

I'm either gonna take a break or do the same job to all my Puyo Puyo fics. Afterwards I gonna finish "Puyo Puyo: Witch is a Good Friend?" I've owed TheBlackKid that for some time now. After that I'm adding a chapter or two to a one shot of mine, finish my Puyo Final Boss Anthology. After that I'll do whatever until I return to "Silvana, From Clone to Clown"

A question to you guys though, you want a more mature take come Act 3? Or keep the same tone? My preference is and will default to it staying the way it has been, the majority vote won't sway me. But I'm open if for a good argument to raise the age rating. It can make or break some scenes in Act 3. (No actual making out, language stays pretty much the same.)

See you in my other fics or the +- 30 Chapters of Act 3… Not including the amount of sub-chapters one will get… With that length, I maaaay split it up so we have an Act 4. I could've thought that through more. I might not make an Act 3 in short.

If you have questions, ask them. I might not answer them in any way, but it will help.

Next up: Sil's caravan has been infiltrated and she's still sick.