“Broke the wall? Looked at a camera…?” Crystal frowned a bit as she tried to piece it together. He was called the ‘Fourth Wall Repairman’. After a few moments it finally clicked with her, her eyes widening. “Wait, ‘breaking the fourth wall’? You mean that’s what you fix?”

“…I don’t follow,” was all Falcon could say, looking between Crystal and the Repairman in quiet confusion.

“I’ll explain later,” Crystal repeated to the masked demon with a small sigh. She managed a small smile as she watched the inkblot Toon retrieve his costume. “Well… I guess if you gotta go, you gotta go. But… feel free to drop by if you can, broken fourth wall or not. And no problem! If you want, you can take some snacks with you to go, at least. I hope you have a Happy Halloween!”

The Repairman nodded at Crystal’s question. Though he found it concerning that Falcon didn’t know. It was always either the comical or the curious that made the Repairman’s life more difficult, and he wondered if Falcon was the latter.

Still, that could wait. There was a job to do, and treats to pack.

“Thanks a bunch! You too!” he said cheerfully, grabbing a few snacks before going to grab his costume. As he put the shell on, a cross appeared where his siren light was. This addition had a faint red glow to it. He was proud of that detail he made.

Giving one last wave, the Repairman left the house and started to make his way to one of the New York variants.