“A poe? Where?… oh.” Blue hmmed a little as his gaze settled on the Repairman. “Oh, he’s not a poe. For the record, they’re usually too far gone to listen to even us, anyways.”

Light rolled his eyes at his descendant. “Perhaps if you were a bit less impulsive and didn’t assume the worst out of every stranger you meet, you’d have known that.” 

“Hehe, I think everyone was just a little too um, energetic about this whole thing. Except Blue, for once Blue was the calm and reasonable one, haha.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, punk?”

Sparky completely ignores the irate Hero. “So how about we just start over and introduce ourselves properly, ok?”

The Repairman sighed in relief as “Art” sputtered back to life. He wouldn’t have to worry about any “resets” or “bad endings” or “vengeful ghosts behind him.”

“Yeah, I’m not a….” he chimed in, before realizing something, “what is a Poe, anyhow?”

At Sparky’s suggestion, he took a deep breath, before saying, “All right. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, and I was just here tonight to fix a break that someone had to…”

He coughed.

“I mean, that’s been under some stress lately. I haven’t been waking your friend up.”

He winced as the lawnmower, left unattended, plowed roaring into a wall.

“…Now, we don’t know for sure that that woke her up…” he attempted, giving a desperate smile as he knew that wasn’t helping his case, “…But I’ve only been here tonight.”