💀 (Yes I know the boys are already dead feel free to interpret this however you want)

[[I’m gonna pretend that the ghosts are assisting Modern Link in an adventure for this one…(non canon of course)]]

The Repairman finally felt his body return under his control. The purple smoke faded from him, and he got up and looked around, still a bit dazed.

There appeared to be a few arrows stuck through his chest. Well then. Something definitely happened after that smoke choked him.

There was a recently opened treasure chest here, as well as a portal and the signs of some kind of battle.

The room was otherwise empty except…

“Oh, no…”

There were four statues, each with a panicked, furious, or brave look about them. It was clear from their placement and the odd aura around them that these were no ordinary statues, and they were not always part of this room.

Looking at these statues, the Repairman remembered everything. The trails of treacle-like ink. The item he was guarding. The new guy. Green, Vio, Blue, Red…

The Repairman recognized all four of the ghosts here. All he could recall seeing were flecks of red distracting him from one big red spot. He…no it couldn’t stand these extra bits, and the strange smoke fired at them relentlessly. The inkblot remembered struggling…

This went on until the red spot finally got it out.

He cautiously creeped up to the nearest statue…Green… and carefully knocked on the chest area. Solid rock, all the way through.

He sighed.

“…I’m sorry,” the Repairman mumbled, grimly. “Let’s see if someone can fix this, and…I’m sorry.”

He looked up.

“That goes for all of you,” he announced. “I…I…”

He choked up, and soon gave up on speaking.

Well, he was a Repairman. He fixed messes.

Surely, there was a way to reverse this, and surely, this was not the end for these ghosts.

Right?

A wagon and several feet of rope later, the room was empty save the chest.