Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie was proud about helping a fellow shadow when all of the
sudden his companion began to yell in anger. “Yeah okay… Here I thought
you needed help.” Shadow said as he followed the repairman. “ And who
can blame me, after all you are still don’t even have a concrete form… I
mean what exactly are you the Shadow off, how long have you existed?”
He continued trying to find out what or who this fellow was.

“I’m
just trying to give you all the help I didn’t get when I came here, so
lighten up would you? If you want to fix the hole then its okay, I’ll
let you fix it on your own.” Shadow added as he went back to where he
had fixed the mountain. “ See now you can show me how its done.” He
added as he placed a lit bomb next to the glass; which exploded seconds
later leaving behind a slightly bigger hole than before.

“I could have–” the Repairman started indignantly, before hearing the shadow try to explain himself. “Excuse me?”

He went up to the shadow again.

“So maybe I don’t have a concrete form, but that doesn’t–”

His face turned to that of confusion.

“…I’m…not a shadow of anyone,” he replied, realizing there was some kind of misunderstanding. “I’m just me.”

He took a step back, wondering what this guy actually was. Was this just a case of mistaken identity…?

And then the guy blew up his own handiwork. The Repairman wasn’t sure how to feel about this, so he went over to the hole, grumbling something about “patronizing”, and considered what tools to use.