(Askthefwrp)

“Hmmm, the fourth wall …” Rosalina stated and was colored interested. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, I believe that I’ve might have done something similar to yours.”

Indeed. The word as the repairer mentioned, ‘fourth wall,’ suddenly planted into her mental noggin, and it reminded how she used to done those kinds of stuff similar to this fellow’s doing. The tall lady was curious enough to know more about the fourth wall. “Correct me if I’m mistaken: is your job is like traveling through another dimension or another galaxy, except only for repairing the damage?” she questioned the repairer.

“Done something similar?” the Repairman echoed. He hoped it wasn’t the same thing, but still, he was a bit curious.

As he continued building his makeshift bridge (still trying to get out of the low gravity of the galaxy), he nodded.

“Pretty much, yeah. I just go where the breaks are.”

And then a green platform shot in front of him, causing him to jump back a little.

After he stopped sloshing again, he looked at the block of metal in annoyance.

“…Does this happen often…?”