The rat stayed relatively quiet as she entered the elevator, keeping her hands together and trying to avoid eye contact with the other person inside. She tapped a button and stood at the other end of the space as the door closed, wringing her hands together as the elevator started going up. All seemed to be going well until suddenly, the elevator came to a halt. Lab Rat froze, eyes wide with panic.
“… O-oh gosh,” she said in a small voice, looking around for something that might have been causing the problem. “Wh… what happened?! I-It isn’t supposed to stop!!” Looking around frantically, she turned to the other person in the elevator. “D-Do you know how to f-f-fix this?” she asked, her voice shaky with panic.
The Repairman didn’t even care if he was seen as he went up the elevator. He’d been checking on the Wall in this particular universe for a while, and he just wanted to finish up and go somewhere else. He didn’t even bother to look and see what kind of place the building is. Luckily, there were stranger things in this world than a sentient inkblot, so he managed to get to the elevator in this building uninterrupted. Not even the rat who walked in seemed to notice anything unusual.
And then the lights flickered, and the elevator lurched to a halt.
The Repairman sighed. Of course there was going to be another delay, right as he was almost done.
He was shocked when the rat asked him if he could fix the lift. How did she know he was a repairman? No matter. He had had no experience with elevators. Although… he had been a repairman for a long time. It’s what he was drawn to do.
“I’ve been repairing…” The Repairman hesitated. This was probably the worst world to bring up the Fourth Wall in.
“I’ve been repairing for decades,” the Repairman said with questionable confidence. “I think I could do this.”
He pulled an enormous red toolbox out from behind his back and dropped it on the floor. The elevator rattled, forcing the Repairman to try and keep his balance. Thankfully, it soon stopped.
If the Repairman had feet, he would be sheepishly looking at them. As it were, the floor would do.
“Heh,” he chuckled humorlessly, “Sorry ‘bout that. There’s a lot in there.”
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