Coughing, Chad looked around. Seeing a small blot of ink, he nudged Pearson. “What do you wa–” Pearson noticed the Repairman. Pretending like he DIDN’T, he continued to shoot zombies. Then he saw Foot Soldier run off with…. THE COMPUTER!? “YOU SICK CRAPHAT!” Pearson yelled. “I swear if he messes with the blog ill re-kill him.” Turning his attention back to the inkblot he saw… A siren? No. No no no no no. Sirens were bad news. Sirens normally meant Engineers. He unknowingly stepped in between the crack and the Repairman, waiting for him to get closer. Maybe he could talk to the thing? It looked oddly adorable, and while Pearson questioned his own caution, he stayed unmoving. “Hey!” He called out to the approaching blot. “What’s your business here?” …A low rumbling was heard in the distance.
No such luck, apparently. The plants saw him, and the pea-pod thing was in his way. What’s more, it looked like there was some sort of undead chaos happening around them.
He noted the pea’s wariness. Maybe it’d be best not to be vague…
“I fix the Fourth Wall,” he replied, as calmly as he could with a plant muzzle pointed at him. He tapped his siren light. “I just need to fix a fault here.”
He stopped. He realized that maybe someone here had something to do with it…
“…Did anyone say something…meta lately?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 