Her injuries left Sil unable to perform, exercise or going to her ballet lessons. And that is like 40% of what she does in a day. So she increased the amount of reading and accordion playing she does.

She was sitting on her doorstep playing the accordion. The pressing and the pulling did hurt her but the soothing sounds of her instrument was part of the reason she wanted to play to begin with.

She's gotten good enough to attract several people who visited her property on an off day. She didn't mind as long as they didn't stick their noses where they don't belong.

They sat there to hear Sil's romantic France/Italian inspired music. Sil was extremely flattered that these patrons enjoyed her playing this song from memory.

*Hiiiissssssss* "Ah my arm!"

"Oh, Are you okay, Mr. Pierrot?"

"Uuuugh… Yeah. I'll be fine. You'll see me performing soon enough, kids." She winked said with genuine emotion but in character. "Hm?" Sil saw Akuma floating toward her home. "Ah. Kids. Fun's over. My Grandpa's gonna talk my ear off."

"Okay." At least kid said his the parent picked her up. Most said "Aw."

"Bye. See ya in the circus, folks." She smiled. "Oh, and we heard your demand. We're restocking on those amazing Donguri T-shirts."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

'Gee. Hope they're just as enthusiastic about the actual show.' "This weekend there's a quiz show!"

"Good afternoon, Silvana." Akuma greeted for the first time since her severe confusion.

Chapter 61: Grandpa, and his ex-friends

"Hiya, Gramps." Sil rested her instrument on her lap. She greeted him with a half-smile/half-smirk. "You have a get well gift for me as well?" She said half-jokily.

"You missed a clam." The possessed plush said as strictly as he did coldly.

"Ah. This warmth is what family greetings are all about."

"What about your other adoptive relatives, Silvana Rose, kumakuma!?"

"I'm not adopted."

"Disregarding that, I smashed that calm myself. Consider us even for all the people you send my way because you're too lazy to answer their questions, kumamamama!

"Well, sorry the brain has this thing called… I forget what's it called. Something about trauma? Coping-mechanism? Plus an illusion that paraded as Arle taunted me a ton. Point is blacked out, okay… Cut me some slack… I was surprised I remembered who I am when I did… A lot of it is a blank."

"I see…"

"I think you've lost my touch."

"Hardly." Akuma said. "You did set out to do despite the odds. And you just missed one clam in plain sight." He tried to be sensitive. "You are amazing."

"You're just saying that…"

"I do mean that. If from what I gathered is true. You're not the first to turn one of your creator's circus into a legitimate business, but you kept it a legitimate business. You kept his business uncorrupt. Sticking it to him without even knowing it. Even if it was hardly genuine, it's more than I would expect of you."

"Well yeah… What?"

"_ _ was one of the mirrors' creators. Yes."

Silvana's mouth was agape. "What."

"You heard me."
"I'm not sure if I did? Did you say _ _?"
"Yes."
"That monster that ruined Halloween?"
"Yes."
"Get real. That icky plant monster ghost?"
"Yes."
"I exist because of him?"
"What's so hard to understand, mamama!?"

… Sil kept quiet. She needed to process this. "Now you tell me?" She casually asked. "Wha…"

"After what you've done I owe you an explanation of your inception. That's why I came here. It is the least I could do. Are you interested?"

"…" Sil's gaze was unfocused.

"Do you want to hear it, kuma!?"

"Huh. Oh, sorry. _ being one of my creators… Heh. I'm not even angry." Sil put her hands behind the back of her head and grinned. "Made his defeat suddenly more satisfying. Taught him not to touch my circus."

Akuma started explaining without warning.

Long ago, at Demon University, I shared a fraternity house with Fudoushi, Mamono, _ _ (when he was alive), and several others I doubt you know. One day Fudoushi and Mamono came up with an idea. You can guess what that turned out to be. It's been so long ago, I frankly don't remember what everyone's motivation was besides maybe some mutual recognition on this revolutionary breakthrough in magic. Even my own motivation initially. So I won't pretend to know theirs either.

'So they're my creators beyond just owning the mirrors...'

I do give Fudoushi the benefit of the doubt. But I can't say the same for _ _ or Mamono. _ definitely had the most interest in seeing this through. In hindsight, he loves torturing. He knew exactly how the drama would turn out between original and duplicate…

And our experiments proved him right.

I have no clue what Mamono's would even be. I could never understand him. It couldn't have been any good. He always got the highest grades in Evil. If nothing else.

"What was your involvement, Gramps?" Sil got skeptical of the story Akuma had told her over a year ago.

"…We've all done things we regret…"

I was more involved than I let you believe. Apologies for my deception. I wanted to see what use the mirrors could have. I thought about it and came to the conclusion it would help nobody unless you wanted to be a twin.

I was the one who discovered that Amethyst Essence was the only way the copies would animate. And ones from a pearl as well. They're very potent. We tried any source we could.

"Gramps…"

And the thing is. The original plan was that they're just straight copies. Barring the essence of course. I made my case how pointless this project was. But I was outvoted. It continued. And not only that they baked intentional flaws into it. Defects, the need to replace, tendency to single-mindedness… All of it hidden within the blueprints.

I could point to half of the fraternity that would do that. I wanted to scrap the project entirely. But it was out of my hands.

I ratted them out to higher authorities. And the research was halted. Or so it seemed.

And behind my back, they decided to use the mirror after I graduated early… I flunked out, but I turned wiser for it. Don't tell anyone.

Some took them with them into their dungeons. And demons like _ _ pretended to be a legitimate owner of a circus, while secretly making his brainwashed ghost slaves sell them on the markets in every town he went to. Black or White. Auctions as well. Any aspiring dungeon master would want those, and the ignorant masses were just that. Spread across at least two worlds…

It took a long time before I became aware of it.

"And that's how it happened. I'll take my fair share of the responsibility. But know this. If I had to have made the mirror. You'd be much better for it."

Sil had quietly listened. She's digesting every point in her head. "Pfffffwaaaaahahahahahaha!~"

Akuma was quite puzzled. "What's so funny?"

"Ahahaha! My life has been a mess ever since it sunk in I'd been orphaned by my mother and society. All because a bunch of frat boys at a university were irresponsible. That sounds about right. Par for the course, really." She stopped chuckling for a sigh. She sighed for as long as she could.

"Are you angry?" Akuma was unsure.

"Fufufuhuuuh~ I'm furious." She gave a big smile. "But I'm not mad if that makes any sense. I don't know." She shrugged. "Guess I feel a little cathartic knowing I've defeated three of my creators now~" She gave her favorite creator a familial hug. "And I am angry about what you've done. I'm not angry at you if that's what makes you worry for your sweet granddaughter, Gramps." She teased hard. "Cause you do care for me, don'tcha?~~~~~~~~~~~"

Akuma found the situation he was in very awkward.

"It's kinda nice to know I was planned to something neutral and morally questionable. Rather than evil and morally complicated."

"So does that make you my da-"
"I'M PERFECTLY FINE STAYING YOUR GRANDFATHER THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MAMAMAKUMA!"

"So much for responsibility, eh, dad?" She replied tongue-in-cheek. "But that's fine, I'd rather you stay as my granddad too. 'Cause you're so (sorta)-benevolent to me. I mean something to you, don't I~"

"If I had my way, you would've been more benevolent. Though you already are if they had their way."

"Oh, gosh. Are you crying, Gramps?"

"No. Don't be silly."
"But I am."
"Don't feel too special. You're no exception. You're just the best-case scenario, Kumamakuma! *Ahem* Anyway, you said you have beaten three of your creators. Who's the third?"
"Mamono. Sorry for killing your friends?"
"Pah. Should've figured." He replied. "He relied on Fudoushi to effective."
"I think he thought the tower was destroyed when I met him."
"Ha!"

"Well, anyway. I regret to inform you that Fudoushi can't be killed."

"What? But that… I'm pretty sure I killed him."
"So did Arle, kumamamama!"
"…I never thought about that. I was always so focused on Arle."
"Fudoushi cannot be killed… That's not entirely true. Only Fudoushi knows how to kill himself. I was there, and even I couldn't figure it out."
"Oh, don't tell me! He's a Doppelganger too?!"

The bear nodded.

"Yikes… And if he's this bad already. What was he like before had defects?… Is a defectless prototype or something?"

"He was one with a defect. But in this case, it's take it or leave it. His Doppelganger is nicer, but he has a loose moral compass. No matter what I do. I can't get it through his perpetual decaying skull to shine a light on the evil he's obliviously committing, mamamama! He's so daft, kumakumakumakuma!"

"Hmm. Do you think he'll want revenge?"

"Fudoushi isn't the type to hold grudges. In fact, he might be proud of you for being to survive. Even if you cheated."

"Hey, it isn't cheating. It's a natural part of me. It's not like I was in any less danger. Hey, are you a Doppelganger too, Gramps?"

"You dare accuse AKUMA, of being a Doppelganger? Kumamama!" Akuma sounded more personally insulted than ever before. "I possess inanimate objects! I can't be copied, Kuuuuma! And my essence is always on display! DOES IT LOOK AMETHYST TOO YOU!, KUMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA?!"

"No." Sil casually shook her head. "Good point, well made. You have a right to exist it would seem." She snickered. "You're no Doppelganger." And suddenly a realization crept up on her and hit her like a sack of bricks. "AH! Eeeeew! EWEWEWEWEWEW!" Sil clutched her shoulders!

"What's wrong, Kumakuma!?"

"I must've absorbed his essence! What's gonna happen to me! Am I gonna decay?! I don't wanna be a walking thing like he was!"

"Hmm." Akuma turned his gears. "Good question. I have no clue. Seeing as he'll rise again and again I assume his essence follows him wherever he'll end up."

"Don'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutit..."
"Perhaps a little. Is your body still functioning as it should since your resurrection?"
"YES! HELL YES! I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH YES!"
"You should be safe from decay assuming you did absorb a little. Your essence is the majority as well." … "And see me if you're decaying. I can't allow Fudoushi to leave his stink on you, mamamakumama!"

Sil was still horrified at the thought. A few days after she wanted to act more on some girly aspirations as well. "Th-Thanks, Gramps… I love you…"

"On a more positive side. If he did infect you. Your life span has possibly been expanded. Fudoushi is immortal."

"Wiiiiiickeeeeed?"

"Maybe you'll inherit his jovial nature. Maybe you'll enjoy yourself more as you perform. I don't know any people who enjoy themselves more than Amitie and Fudoushi."

"Uh-huh-hurgh! I need a shower."

"Maybe you'll inherit his knack for illusions. That would be a massive help in the circus, wouldn't it?"

"That won't matter, I won't get my license! Hurk! 'Scuse me, Gramps. Been nice talking to ya. Gotta go!" Sil ran for her bedroom.

Akuma grinned. As he pushed the accordion inside and closed the door. "She'll sleep it off."

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Author's Notes:
The internal scream would've gone on for about 5 more pages. But FanFiction won't let me.

I kept flipflopping on making _ _ on of Sil's "Dads" in his chapter. I decided what he was enough. What he did was enough. I mean, hospitalizing Amitie, mind-controlling Primp's ghosts all three of them, beating up everyone who can put up a fight enveloping the town. That's more than enough stakes.

But there was a useless remnant left in that Akuma knew him in the chapter.

Sil inherited one of her dad's circus. I didn't even think about that. *Writes that in*

There's no Fudoushi essence in Sil.

Also, retcon alert: In chapter 17 Sil said she counted two mirrors in her world… Yup. This is a hiccup in general. Pretty sure even stuff before that contradicts it. I don't mind if you point these things out.

Next up: Accord's visit.