Act 3 in short
DON'T USE THIS AS A REFRESHER OR AS CANON, THIS IS A JOKE!
"AAAACHOOOOOOO! Ugh. I sfffwear Army. When I don't break my bonesh. I geff sick. How long have I been living here again? And this happened how much?"
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*Cold curing sniff*
"Know what would make me feel better? If it turned out this caravan that I've been living in for years had a cellar I could store wine in. Knowing I have that could lower my stress levels would lower considerably."
*Monkey implying "Would it though?"*
"Ow! My jaw!"
*One trip to jaw physiotherapist*
"I see. You're suffering from something that claims lives every day."
"Gee, Doc. What is it?"
"….…Stress…"
"Oh, dear."
"You're lucky you came so early."
The professional wrote down a note. "Here's my prescription."
"'Have you tried being yourself?' That's my problem, Doc!"
"Read further."
"'Go on vacation.
Love,
everyone.' Well if everyone agrees who am I to argue?"
*At Zeri…*
"And I thought Primp Town was a strange name for a town, Lemres…"
"Supposedly, as Primp is named after a pudding. Zeri is named after jelly. But don't quote me on that. Anyway, you go ahead and have your stress rubbed out of you by oily hands. And tomorrow when your stress is down we'll go to a cemetery!"
"Cool."
Silvana searched for the nearest phone booth. She quickly changed from her casual clownies to just casuals. Having been transformed into Sylvana Jones! With the powers of no acquaintances around and lessened inhibitions, Sylvana becomes a girl her biology rebels against even if it feels right. Enjoying the lack of shyness because these strangers don't care about her secret habits and her not wearing a mask.
"Rulue?"
"Yes? Arle? DOPPEL!?"
"N-No!" Syl, with a sweating head, she quickly put attention to her name tag.
"'Elra Aj- er… Doppelga- er… Arle Nad- er… Silvana Vibi- Sylvana Jones. Yes, good ol' Sylvana Jones.' I suppose you really are Sylvana Jones. Move along. Enjoy yourself at our Spa."
"Thank you, Famed Lady Rulue."
(Psst, Pierrot, don't tell me this is all I get to do in this story.)
(For now it is.)
(I'd better get more than this in the future.)
'You better hope for more significance other than your mere presence making me scared for my life.'
*Later…*
"Ah that was great, I can feel the stress having mostly drained. Time to fill it back up." She dashed for the Zeri Cemetery.
"But maybe I'll screw up this Mirror Mime first…"
*Cemetery…*
"So Feli is a Doppelganger and that's partly why she's a mess."
"Are you a Doppelganger too?"
"How am I supposed to answer that? I'd say no either way."
"Fair point. I'm too sick of vacationing to want that answered."
"After three days?"
"Two days."
"Wow. Homesick already."
"It might just be Sig withdrawal."
"And you're platonic, how?"
"Lookabear!" *Go home*
And on her way home, she heard music to her ears. "Oh, that Accordion… I think I'm in love." *Impulse buy* "I hope Sig won't get jealous."
*Primp*
"thought you were on vacation"
"Nah."
*Some other day*
"You two." Raffine spoke to Amitie and Lidelle. "Wanna see body-conscious, tomboy Silvana in a leotard learning ballet and shame her out of town?"
"…I wanna do Ballet too!"
Silvana screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
*Alone with Sig*
"I got us matching friendship necklaces. Like them?"
"from you yes but will this come up again"
"You'll guilt me into tainting that beautiful ruby with my ugly essence later on."
"the colour of your soul is prettiest non-blue color"
"…You win. Are we still platonic?"
"how are we still platonic"
"How are we still platonic?"
"how are we still platonic"
"How are we still platonic?"
"how are we still platonic"
"How are we still platonic?"
"how are we still pl-
*Some time later…*
"I love you, Sil!"
"Ew. Amitie no. I don't wanna feel like I'm dating a child. Plus I have Sig (somedayIhope)."
"I love Sig, too. Can we share him?"
"Sure. Let's go ask."
"N-No!"
what
"Okay, Amitie. Confront Sig. Make us a threesome like you want."
"I don't!" Amitie spotted a falling star and wished upon it. "I wish to drop this issue and mostly forget this happen."
WISH
GRANTED
HAVE
AN
AMNESIAC
ARLE
TO
MAKE
SILVANA'S
LIFE
HARDER
BECAUSE
SHE
MUST
NEVER
TRULY
BE
CONTENT
WITH
HER
LIFE
EVER
YOU'RE
WELCOME
"That's not what I asked for! Sil? Wait, is that Arle? Sil! It's Ar- Oh, she's already gone."
"Hi strangers!"
"Guguuu!" (I'm here too.)
"hi"
"Long time no see!"
"For some reason, I smile when I see you. Am I home?"
"no"
"Sorry."
"Oh. Too bad. Oh, well. Since I'm here I might as well go to a doctor to get my memory loss fixed." *Finger snap* "Just like that. Bye!"
"arle and sil shouldve interacted here a little bit"
"I don't think he cares at the moment. Okay, Sig. Confront Sil. Hug the scared out of her like you want."
"kay"
"I love you, Sig and Amitie from my involuntary imagination. But stop making me feel better about myself."
"were real"
"That's exactly what my needy subconscious would say."
"youre in your undies"
"EEP! So you are real! Love me platonically, now!"
*Arle reacquires a job a heroine like her deserves*
"Imma mailman, Carby."
"Ta-DA!"
YOU'RE
WELCOME
*Meanwhile, in a different realm under the usual pen*
"Wakey, Silly~"
"Hrrr."
"Siiiiiilllllllllllllyyyyyy."
"Just for that, we're back to whatever terms we were at in act 1."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah!"
"Imma taking you Puyo!"
"Don't you do it!"
"Imma do it!"
"Don't you dangit, she's already dragging me by the leg."
I put on my new Shy Guy mask, didn't know it was such when I bought it. I just thought was cute in a creepy way. Hei-Ho.
"Stop! My leg's stretching! Okay, I'll go to this god forsaken Puyo festival…" I put on my headphones and smartphone I have always had and always were there in my jacket pocket, yes from the very beginning. I put my playlist put on some of my favourite "I hate everyone and everything" music on shuffle. It makes me feel comfortable. "But if you find me in a fetal position or hurt. Yer taking me home, away from my embarrassment."
"Okay." …Glad we're not related. "Let's-a go!"
On our way, we happened to cross some normally non-existent.
"Hi Amytee, Hi Elra."
"Hi, Chu, sister of Sig, bye Su sister of Chig."
Our talks are nice.
Amitie and I kept being quiet thee whole way. We said hi to our mutual friend Lidelle. She's a small and green imp-ish creature. Similar personality to almost everyone else in the school. She also happens to be the little sister of the person I fear most besides Arle. Lidelle's the Dark Princess of Hell.
"Hi, guys have I mentioned I'm the Princess of Hell?"
"Once or twice, yes, you did." I nodded my head.
"Okay." Lidelle added another number to her counter widget on her phone. I can't blame her. I do that every time I mention my essence. "Are you ready to pop Puyos at the festival, Sil?"
"No. Imma Shy Gal. Hei-Ho. I don't do well in open crowds and tons of eyeballs." I put my knuckles to my chin and pitched my voice up. "I should be at the bottom of a vase waiting to have vegetables to be thrown at me, or have me thrown at other Shy Gals."
"Gee, you know a lot about this video game from the 80s, Sil."
"One you've never looked at." Lidelle added.
"Why won't you ever play video games with us, Sil? Do you hate fun?"
"I like to exercise, music, reading and Gilligan's Island, guys. That's fun to me. I am a simple girl. Games are too kiddie and ask too much money."
"You're kiddy!"
"No, you're kiddy!"
We both are kiddies but you won't catch me saying that outloud. But Amitie has no right calling anyone kiddy.
"…" Well. This seems like a good a time as any for escape Plan A. I had filled one of my pockets of pepper. I grabbed it threw it at my friends.
"Haah." C'mon, Ammy, you can do it. Just a little more. "Hu. Haaaaa!"
"ATCHOOOOO!" Lidelle sneezed at my from the size and I didn't see it.
"SIL!"
"…Sorry Sil, as the Princess of hell I can suddenly get sick out of nowhere. And sneeze out Ultimate Sacred Black Fire when I do. Are you alright?"
I coughed at soot. "Looocccchhhkk wh*wheeze*t you did." I went home. Skipping the festival.
*Back to the regular world*
"I'm a kiddy now!"
"Aw, Sil. You look like you could be my sister."
"Do I, Ammy? Suddenly have the urge to retcon this…"
*Skip*
"You have split personality. You're part Amitie, Silvan
*Skip*
"We're sisters now, Amitie. No reason."
"Finally, a Sister!"
"Ammy~"
"I'm still a little attrac
*Skip*
"Ho Ho… My mother died. I can't revive her… Please. Grant me leave, this is played weirdly straight! For a colorful bird of my stature."
"And it gives me my own Mommy issues. Go Ho!"
*Some other day*
"sil. amitie and i came so you could put your soul in our jewels"
"What? Already? Alright. Be careful with me, treasure as if it's me a durable as a jewel and don't do something dumb."
"okay"
*Arle and Silvana on an average day*
"I hate you."
*Prom night*
"I regret not cleaning up… I wanna dance with Sig… Oh, look at him dancing with Arle… I need some alone time. To the restroom."
"Hey, Sis. I was staring at Arle's breasts and noticed wraps wraps bras bras bras bras bras bras br-"
"Stop! Ammy stop!"
"Why? I'm genuinely concerned with this blind spot on your focus to keep your body healthy."
"I just wanna refrain from talking about it. We're not Love of Puyo Puyo."
"Oh, but I like that series. Why can't we be?"
"Because this is my fic. And I fear if we keep this up for about two more chapters we'll fall off this slippery slope. And I don't want the age rating changed one last time!"
"C'mon. There's usually a good reason we bring it up."
"Is it? Is it though?"
"It is because Arle, and theoretically, you are flat-chested in Love of Puyo Puyo?"
"What? No. How did you come to that con- and whatever, so are you!"
"Alternate universe bust sizes don't matter unless you go bra shopping with them."
"This is my sister now. My god… Ugh… Thanks, Ammy. Guess I'll buy a sports bra that's effectively more or less the same as tight as my wraps. Just more convenient to put on, we accomplished nothing, bye." *Leaves room*
"I only wanted to help my Sis to stop being a prude to herself…"
*Reenters for a bit.* "And I appreciate that thought at least, bye." *Zoof* "Going home, need wine to forget this. I swear if I hear one more thing about my-"
"boobs"
YOU'RE
WELCOME
"RRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Ammy tol-"
"Shut up, dance, lemme drink and let us become slightly a lot less platonic just for the night. PLEASE!"
"if you insist"
*Dancing*
"Aaaahh." Sil sighed satisfied. "You're wonderful~ I'd like to keep on dancing but I'm a wee bit tired. Wanna platonically cuddle up?"
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"He didn't say no… Okay, that joke is beneath me. But we would've said yes."
The unconscious Sig held her tighter. "Silvie."
"S-S-Silvie? Wow my platonic friend who's a boy had it totally in him all this time. And he capitalized on it too! No only if he could do it while conscious…"
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But did that nothing actually get erased or was Arle on too many painkillers?
The answer is lookabear!
*Circus*
"Amitie! Let's be platonically romantic to spite this guy."
*Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp* "You wanna be non-platonically romantic?"
"I-I didn't say th-"
*Passionate smooch* "Oh, I'm so happy! I'm gonna tell my Sis the good news! See ya!"
"What have I done?"
"I don't know, hopefully averted adopted sister-in-law… Why not start with the good news?"
"That I'll dump her soon enough."
"You will dump her as gently as you possibly can!"
"You are asking a tall order. I don't ask you to not to step on sand on the beach. I'll try and spare Amitie the dram- Oops… too late…"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
Silvana stared at Raffine with tranquil fury. "Why couldn't you a good girl like Love of Puyo Puyo's Raffina? Amitie would've loved to play with her more than she could with you~"
"Silence."
"No. Make up!"
"No!"
"Mend her wounds."
"No!"
"Coddle her feeling."
"No!"
"You're not heartless."
"No! Uh… I can't… Not repeating that."
"Hrrrrr. You really screwed up now, Fielding. The fact that I'll finally be able to dress and act like you again is not gonna make up for the sister kissing I'll have to do on your behalf you weenie. I better get to pretend to be the full you on my own time after we're done!"
"There is so much to unpack there. First off… And I'm not a weenie! Second, why are you so eager to pretend to be me? Do you have the hots for me too? I suppose that makes sense since you're half Amit
*Skip*
*All's made up. Tower time!*
"Hi! I'm Fhudoussshi! My ssslursss andth sssuchth are annoying thho writhe ssso I'll jussstth messssss SSSilvana up like thhatth's sssomethhing new andth fall over andth rotth thho thhe nexxxxtth dimensssion now. Bye-Bye." *Falls over* *Dead* "I'm alssso your Daddy, SSSilvana." *Deader*
"Aaaaah! My head! What's real anymore?!"
"hug"
"Hah! The platonic love of my loving friend who's also boy~ This is reality~"
*Grandparent visit*
"I'm actually your father, Mamono is your father as well."
"_'s your daddy too." *Hell portal stomp* "Iwantmymommy."
"Cool. I guess."
…
"You know what sounds like fun?… Pacifism."
*At the graduation*
"Silvana you succeeded but you failed!"
"You should be proud of yourself. Meow."
"I am."
"Only magic for personal use for you."
"Kay."
What will act 4 have in store?
Will Silvana Faceless Wild dreamer Snowman murdering Wants to be loved Cranky Ghost Busting Arle Nadja Jokestress Relapsing Mimic Troubled Fear of Puyo Puyo Stress pains Self-loathing Girly tomboy Wine snob Health nut Snide Ringmaster Restaurant wrecker Doppelganger Arle Nadja Business owner Hypnotist Secretly busty Former christmas heretic Cosplayer Single person hive mind Sig's food survivor Momma's girl Protective Depressed Homesick Kid transforming Glass shattering Vibitia Walking closet Doppelganger slaying Injuring College snubbed Cynical Monkey cuddling Bug boy crushing Half-Amitie-stunt-embarrassed Wanted fugitive High-level sorceress Evil Stuffed animal whisperer Demon Paranoid Maid Date damage controller Almost literal pearl Cute face Crybaby Cross-Dressing Date going Tower scaling Revived Dream-reality confuser Wanting to be pretty Overpowered Friendly Curry loving Walking corruption Town saviour twice over Proud granddaughter Overly body-conscious Treasure hunter Sig dependent Big sister Pacifist Scared-kid-at-heart Death anticipating Not-Arle-Nadja-I-Swear Sister kissing Prudish Circus queen Pierrot XVII and Sig, boyfriend finally awknoledge each other as boyfriend and girlfriend?
"We're not a couple!"
"not yet"
~The End of Act 3, Congratulations, Silvana~
Author's Notes:
Thanks to TheBlackKid for writing a version to make fun of his own work. But sadly it wasn't what I was looking for. My apologies. That being my the Kiddies line. The Love of Puyo Puyo shout-out wasn't meant as a mean spirited jab. And so is the alternate take going up alongside this one.
Next up: Some people familial people move in.
