Comm: Envirissa and Punchline's Sweet Silliness

It was a quiet day in the field where Breaker was training, and where Envirissa was watching the red haired fighter.

Envirissa was hiding behind a tree, smiling to herself as she plotted against Marissa. With the loss of her old sidekick, Envirissa figured she would need a new one, one that would easily best someone else physically. The best place to find that was within Breaker. The crimson haired combatant had suffered many a change at the hands of magic or ill circumstance, which led Envirissa to decide to steal one of Breaker’s old forms for personal use. In addition to the magic basics Envirissa had learned, she was still able to steal aspects or forms others had taken and give them form as a separate entity. The issue was that depending on how strong willed the person was or how unprepared they were, the copy could take anywhere between half and none of their power.

Even still, half of Breaker’s power would be more than enough, Envirissa thought greedily as she prepared her ability. Her palm glowing with a dark purple power, she began to approach while Breaker trained.

On the way, she noticed Beaker had stopped completely.

“I can hear you moving. You might as well come out.”

Envirissa gulped. She hadn’t expected Breaker to catch on. The black clad copy of Marissa had assumed that as the tough friend, Breaker was also an idiot. However, she still had to deal with the situation. Undoing her pigtails, Envirissa tied to approximate Marissa’s hairstyle and walked out, hiding her red gemmed necklace and dispelling the glow around her hand..

“Hiya, Breaker!” she exclaimed in a sugary tone. “How’s training?”

“Who’re you?”

“Geeze, don’t you recognize your friend?” Envirissa asked, her imitation of Marissa’s voice and mannerisms were near perfect, “I mean, I know I’m wearing different clothes, but it’s me, Marissa.”

“No, it isn’t,” Breaker insisted before pointing at Envirissa’s eyes. “Marissa’s eyes are blue, yours are green.”

“Oh, well I just thought yours were so lovely that I’d try that color. After all, I do transform myself frivolously and with little real reason, right?”

“...If that’s the case, change them back.”

Envirissa gulped. She had no transformation magic, save to change into her Chocolate form. She began to try to come up with an excuse until she sighed.

“You know what, screw it!” Envirissa tried to attack Breaker, with the fighter sidestepping before punching back. Envirissa was hit, but grabbed onto Breaker’s arm, rubbing her cheek after taking damage. “Ow! Why’d you hit me so hard?”

“Just tell me who you are.”

“No need to since I’m about to get what I want.”

Before Breaker could question it further, Envirissa used her energized hand to pull something out of Breaker.

The figure looked exactly like Breaker, though she was wearing an entirely different outfit and possessed chalk-white skin. Her nose was round and red, like the ones clown typically wore and on her puffy, ribbon tied shorts were tied a pair of boxing gloves. Her top had an undersized tie and squirting flower, and on her legs were a pair of long, striped stockings.

The clownish counterpart to Breaker giggled as she landed at Envirissa’s side.

“Ha! Success! Now I have my own Breaker!”

“You can call me Punchline,” the copy said as she waved to Envirissa. Breaker stared at Punchline in shock.

“What is this?!”

“I’m guessing she’s a reflection of your more comical side, given form from some magic or other you suffered from in the past. Can’t say I care too much though, given how she has half your power.”

“Actually, I got none of it,” Punchline admitted with a shrug.

“W...WHAT?!”

“When I felt you pulling something out of me, I could feel it trying to sap my strength and ability too. I used my power to stop the connection.” Breaker smirked at Envirissa’s forlorn expression while Punchline consoled her.

“Sorry, Envi. Them’s the ‘breaks.’” Punchline waited for a laugh, but was met by dead silence.

“W-whatever! I can still take something else from you!” Envirissa shouted, but Punchline lifted her by her outfit’s shirt and began to run away. “H-hey!”

“Get back here!” Breaker roared.

With one of her hands, Punchline reached into her pockets and pulled out a banana peel. “Sorry, real-deal, but it’s time we gave you the slip!”

Breaker saw the trick coming and jumped over it only to see that by the time she landed, her copy and the Marissa clone were gone.

“Where did they go?”

Breaker decided to look for them, not knowing that Punchline had managed to hide in a tree nearby.

“Heh, now that she-me is gone, you and me-me can have a chat.”

“The only thing I’ll have is a drink after hearing all of those bad jokes.”

“You mean all two of them?”

Envirissa groaned and walked home. It seemed that Punchline was just going to be a disappointment.

The whole way, Punchline whistled silly songs and skipped, trying to lighten Envirissa’s mood. The opposite result was achieved. Eventually, inside the house, Envirissa decided to grill her buffoonish buddy.

“Alright, so do you have Breaker’s strength?”

“Nope.”

“Her special moves?”

“Nope.”

“Her break ability?”

“Nope.”

“Well, what DO you have?”

“A great sense of humor, killer fashion sense, adorable looks, and a wonderful personality,” Punchline said, winking at the end. Envirissa could feel a vein threatening to burst as she watched a heart of some kind materialize when Punchline winked.

“Anything practically useful?”

“Breaker’s fighting skills. I know the ones from when I was born, plus my own special brand of clown powers.”

“Joy. You can knock ‘em dead on open mic night and at second rate fast food joints.”

“Awww, don’t be so bitter, Envi. You just gotta smile.” Punchline used her fingers to pull Envirissa’s face into a smile, but she remained unimpressed.

“Just make yourself useful and make us something to eat. I’m too disheartened to cook.”

“Sure as silk, sour sally!”

Envirissa left while Punchline entered the kitchen, looking for a cook book and ingredients. She saw directions for a pie and what appeared to be a plethora of chocolate, along with other sweets.

Punchline smirked before she got an idea of how to make Envirissa smile. As her hands began to sparkle, Punchline started to bake two separate pies.

An hour later, Envirissa walked into the room with two pies on hand. She placed one before Envirissa and the other on her own lap as she sat.

“Bon apetit,” Punchline said as she gave Envirissa a fork. The girl greedily began to eat her pie while Punchline did the same, albeit more slowly and between snickers.

Envirissa’s pie was chocolatey, presumably made from spare blocks she had crafted while transformed. She hardly cared, as she never tired of the sweet treat, although she felt a bit...funny.

Envirissa didn’t notice as a large whit ribbon appeared in her hair while her outfit became frillier. Her eyes gained red make up lining as her face was becoming plain white

The black on her outfit was joined by white, and a few other bright colors to keep her from looking like a mime.

Punchline laughed as her own body expanded, becoming lighter and fluffier, taking on a marshmallowy form. Punchline also removed her glove and waited as her belly billowed out.

Envirissa smiled, affected by the magic before she re-entered her solid chocolate form.

“And now that you’re feeling happier, I think it’s time you have more treats~!”

Punchline used her magic to create more marshmallows, feeding them to Envirissa by hand. The effect would be temporary, but the foolish facsimile of Breaker knew Envirissa just needed to be happy for now. Feeding the girl more marshmallows and taking chocolate in return, Punchline enjoyed the smile on Envirissa’s face. She only hoped it would continue to last, even after Envirissa was back to her usual stte of mind, though she’d definitely take a picture of her clown get-up.