The old tunnels were left to rot decades ago from what the locals say, and the entrance was overgrown. Walking inside was fairly easy though, as a spot that lacked any plant life served as their way in. Either by local teenagers or wildlife they weren’t sure what actually made the hole they didnt know but they were thankful for it. The way they were going lead directly into the next town over if they walked far enough.
E wasn’t expecting a voice, and definitely wasn’t expecting the sudden flicker of light up away’s ahead. They stopped dead in their tracks, bare feet digging into the dirt floor as they thought about what to do. From here they couldn’t see much from here and curiosity was spiked on what another person was doing here.
So despite the caution E walked forward. They hoped they could just get a look then sneak by without getting noticed. Unfortunately their footsteps fell on a twig and broke easily under the weight with a loud and crystal clear ‘snap’.
The Repairman turned around faster than any inkblot had a right to. He couldn’t see past the lantern’s light, yet he found himself trying to quickly scan the darkness. He knew that a twig snapping was either someone benign or a monster who would chew him up and spit him out.
Despite being ink, and a Toon, the latter idea did not appeal to him, so he pulled a rolled-up newspaper from behind his back.
Shaking a little, he began to move towards the source of the sound. Oh, he did hope that if it was a monster, it would somehow be allergic to paper or ink or something…
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