“ Fourth wall…. Oh! That screen where people watch me? Like how that girl’s writing what I’m saying right now?” Annndddd this is why we called you.
He was used to this sort of reaction by now. Most characters, upon learning of the Wall, naturally tested its limits. He reminded himself to be patient (anger could wait for repeat offenders) and looked up at the half-genie.
“Please,” he said, as calmly as one can with a literal siren blaring on their head, “This job is very taxing as is, so I would appreciate you not making it worse.“
And with that, he pulled supplies from his toolbox and got to work, all the while trying very hard to ignore the writer.“ Oh, sorry!” She apologized quickly, standing off to the side. Yeah, she better be.
The inkblot paused for a moment. Not many folks he met stopped the havoc so quickly. Okay, MAYBE he was less tactful and calm with a few, but still.
“It’s… no problem. I’m just not used to doing much work here, really. Speaking of here, where am I?”“ You’re in Scuttle Town! I’m the guardian half-genie around here!”
“Well, hello there,” the Repairman said, finally stopping to look at his surroundings. “It’s a nice-looking town. You must be good at your job, because I can’t see anything that needs guarding from!”
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