"Oh, Silvana Pierro~o~o~ot!" The ghost that emerged from the hoop said while edging closer to the girl on the ground who kicked the ground to get away.

"N-No! Not you! Stay away, go back!"

"EEEEEHEEEEHEEEEEE~! You wish, ya li'l duplicitous pierrot, your daddy's back! _ _'s circus will be his once again! Spooky-Wooky's back!"

"You're not my father! Stop haunting me!"

"Man, I love how weak you are, deary!" _ _ mocked his product. "Even with that little toy hanging above your head like a noose can't save you from me!~" He screeched as he lunged forward!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhh!" Sil screamed. The plant ghost violently entered her body. She looked at her hands, her head, and soon everything else was out of her control. _ in Sil turned to the mirror. Sil saw that her face contained such gleeful malice, the type that she never quite achieved on her own no matter how terrible she was.

_ reformed the Pierrot suit, but left it unhooded and unmasked. The suit's red turned to green. And so did Sil, her body gained a few plant-like features.

"Wicked! This body will do! Now I'll make you shut up by making you watch yourself destroy everything you care about!" Sil saw his thoughts, he had several people, things and places in mind.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Sil shot up in a cold sweat, panting like she ran a circle around town. She looked up to see her faithful dreamcatcher. It made her grind her teeth and slap it with the back of her hand in frustration.

"Army! Army where are you?! Oh… Phew." He was just behind her back, Sil must've tossed and turned in her sleep a lot. "Army, I dreamed it again."

*Sympathetic monkey*

"I'm so scared… Why do I allow these dreams to go on? Is my will that weak that I let my self-afflicted nightmares affect me this much? Do I hate myself that much?"

*Monkey fishing for an approach.*

"Yes, Army, that was rhetorical. You know this. Now gimme my cuddles and coddles~" And she received it.

*Knock knock*

"Hey, Sil. I think I heard you screaming, do you need a hug?"

"I'm okay, Mel! Now go back to sleep!"

"Ha! You assume I slept! Lemme know when you wanna share your troubles. cuz I don't care how mature you may think you are with you being done with school, your maturing body and that you're running your own business, you're still 17, a kid. It's okay to be afraid. Everyone's afraid of something. Nobody blames you for being scared of him. Giving what you've gone through it's a miracle you don't have more nightmares like that. And it's okay to share it with someone you trust. Please remember, okay?"

"Okay…" Sil mumble half-heartedly at the remind she got every week it seemed, wanting to go back to sleep. She's as groggy as the woman outside her door, maybe.

Chapter 70: Welcome to Silvana's Nightmares!

At the breakfast table, Sil and the Roses ate their breakfast while Melody slept with her head resting on the table.

Silvana had herself a better for the dream but it didn't leave her refreshed for the new day.

"Sil, are you still having those nightmares?" Amitie asked concerned.

"Hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sil gave a lazy nod, probably missed more sleep than she thought.

"I gotta say, Sport." Mr. Amitie's dad spoke. "I can actually see how bad those bags under your eyes are now you've forgotten to put on your mask."

Sil's eyes shot wide open. Her palms raced to cover her face. "Huh?" Her hands were greeted by her mask. "Pfffft! Hahahahaha!" The three conscious laughed together at the joke. "Woo… Ya got me." Sil sounded certainly more awake. "Good one." She chuckled as she slipped a hand underneath it to rub the sand out of her eyes.

"Heehee~ That was a good one, Dad! Slllllap!" Amitie imitated what Silvana did to herself.

"You two are welcome." The grown man had a cheeky grin. "Feel better?" He asked his host.

"No. Ammy, slap'm for me, please." Sil asked while still rubbing her eyes. Pointing at the man across the table with her free hand.

"Okie-Dokie, Sis."

"Wait wha- Ow." The man rubbed his cheek.

"Sorry, Dad, nothing personal." Amitie chirped cheerily.

"I understand, Kiddo. Why, Sport? I got you to laugh."

"You made me scared!" Sil knocked on her mask to hopefully and wordlessly communicate the rest of her issues.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

The three went back to their toast.

"So, we were talking about your nightmares." The father continued. He was genuinely curious. None of his tones were sarcastic. "You have dreamcatcher."

"And he's gone, _'s gone. He's not really real."

"I know, Ammy… " Sil sighed. "He's not real. He knows things he shouldn't, like that he knows that I beat him while I made sure put the blame on Raffine, he knows who I am in general when I should be a complete stranger to him. The nightmare is never surprised that Pierrot's a girl. He knows that I'm…" '…indirectly his creation. No time to bring that up, Sil.' "Hrrm." She groaned. "It's all me. I expect the worst outcomes when I'm alone… In other words, it's my thoughts drifting off knocking me down a peg. And the upcoming Halloween shows… You can guess why I have them…"

Amitie and her dad looked at her sympathetically. "Will hugs help?" Amitie tried to help. "They always calm you down."

"Maybe?" 'It's been a while since Sig's visited my home.'

"Hey, I know. Why not invite your boyfriend over?"

"He's not my boyfriend, Mr. Amitie's dad!" 'And you're the biggest roadblock of him staying.' "And um… Maybe I'll sleepover at his."

"Alright." The father chewed on some more toast. "Why the dreamcatcher, Sport? It doesn't seem it helps you a lot."

"Normally my dreams don't make me scream for mommy."

"Whu?" Amitie's mom lifted her drooling face off the table.
"Not you!"
"…Okay…" She yawned back to sleep.

"Because it's better for me to have it there than not, that and lucid dreams, good lucid dreams, are the stuff dreams… are made… off… I need some sleep after we're done here, like an hour…"

"Want me to hug you, Sis?"

"Even better, Ammy. I want you to take over for me during the Halloween Show!" The father dropped his toast and Amitie coughed her milk out.

"S-Sil! You've been looking forward to performing this all year!"

"Yeah." Sil shrugged taking a bite.

"But don't you wanna stick it to that awful ghost?! You're the clown for the job, not me!"

"Ammy, I don't mind. I still planned and organized everything. Whether I'm the Pierrot for the evening or you are, it doesn't matter. It is still my passion project and it will stick it to that ghost! Mark my words."

"But you're Pierrot."

"You're Pierrot too, Ammy. You know that. You're just legitimate as I am. And come to think of it, it's more poetic if you perform! Ufufufufu~ You're the Pierrot he broke. You may break a Pierrot's bones, but you never keep them down for long!" Sil got giddy at the idea.

"I wasn't a Pierrot then."

"Even if that mattered he thought you were Pierrot." Sil pushed Amitie's hands together and looked her in the eye. "I won't be able to perform if this goes on, I at least want you to practice my stuff. Can you do that for me, Ammy? The town needs a good spook! And you're the clown for the job. I'll be in the tribune, kicking back and relaxing in the tribune, hopefully on a date with Sig or something, cheering you on. Can. You. Do. THAT!?"

"YES! I! CAN!"

"WILL YOU DO THAT?!"

"HECK YEAH!"

"THEN MAKE ME PROUD, AMMY! BE THE LEADING GIRL!"

"I WILL MAKE YOU PROUD, SIS! THIS'LL BE PRIMP'S BEST HALLOWEEN EVEEEEEEEEE~EEEE~EEEER!"

"YEAH!" 'You're so simple, Ammy~' "Thank you!"

Mr. Amitie's dad looked on the energetic girls being siblings and smiled. "You know, it's moments like these that make me think that having a second kid wasn't such a bad idea after all. I know, Sport." He stopped her before she could object. "So I guess carving some jack-o-lanterns is out of the question?"

"Oh, I'm still up for that. But I'll be stabbing, slice 'n dicing it, and setting it on fire after I carved his face on it. That or I'm finishing it off by squashing it with a mallet and drink its juices!" Sil was left panting after that sentence, she sounded like she was in frenzy during it.

"Jeez laweez, Sis!"

"If it helps." Mr. Amitie's dad shrugged.

"Um… I'm taking a page out of Mel's book and sleep. Don't disturb me, and please tell the crew I'll be late, Ammy."

Author's Notes:
Originally Sil's nightmares were gonna be a fakeout chapter. It was gonna be a straight sequel of last year's Halloween chapter but with poor continuity, because it was a dream Sil had. And then she went on to destroy everyone she loves against her will.

But I already wrote a beefer in which should release around Halloween. That's a 10,000+ story and I have no idea how long a chapter the previous idea would make, so no.

That 10,000+ story is done, spell checking is a pain even with help. That leaves me with a month or so it write what I had planned, it's Oct 5 as I'm writing this. But I'd rather not bother writing another beefer for a while.

I should note, this and the next chapter are both split from this reworked idea. The next chapter is a merging of this part's part two and another chapter, one which I had not planned but it's a Sig chapter and hey, I gotta please the stockholders.

Speaking of stockholders: Check out 'Bonds That Last'. By warelander. The guy who wrote In the Grasp of the Doppelganger. The foundation of the fic you're very deep in. I have a feeling the story will be like this one, except good. Butbyallmeanskeepreadingmystorytoo!

Unless I make a mini-chapter I'll seeya on Halloween!

Next up: Date with Sig, and the conclusion of the Halloween show's premiere.