bonkakira-and-friends:

askthegreenguys:

askthefwrp:

@alinkbetweenportraits @askthegreenguys @bonkakira-and-friends

A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad! 

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species. 

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

The Repairman saw this chaos unfold pretty much all at once before he could even say “well”. Loafus was currently trying to maul @alinkbetweenportraits, @ashadowbetweenworlds just showed up, @askthegreenguys seemed compelled to do the chicken dance, and now @bonkakira-and-friends  were dancing to something Japanese.

[[Did I get all that right?]]

He said nothing for a moment, until a mysterious table walked up to him and handed over a card. The Repairman nodded as the table also left a large bottle labeled only “XXX”.

As the table disappeared just as oddly as it had arrived, the inkblot pulled out a yellow rotary phone and began to dial the number he just got.

“…Hello? Is this Cyriak’s Home for the Suddenly Surreal?…Yeah, hi. This is the Fourth Wall Repairman…No, I’m not checking in just yet…Listen, a few friends of mine have suddenly started acting…odd, and I was wondering–Oh? Okay…”

He held the phone up for a moment, so the clerk on the other end could hear everything.

“…So how bad is it?” he asked, after putting it back up against the side of his head. “Oh. I see…no, you’re not getting an address– Look, I can’t just send them there…”

He sighed, and picked up the bottle.

“…I understand,” he finally said. “If I can’t fix this, I’ll call you after the hangover…Yes. Thank you. Yes. Yeah. Yep. Goodbye.”

Click.