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.
[[Chickens huh this give me an idea, Shalbie hold this]]
“ Why am I holding a Cucco?”
[[Not just any cucco its an angry cucco, that was woken up thanks to Loafus’s attack on Albie, have fun!]]
“Why did you bring an angry cucco into this?”
“ wait I’m a shadow Cuccos can’t harm shadows!”
[[You sure? because look at this little guy over here…]]
“Huh?…”
“clu..clu… Cluck!”
“No way…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
both cuccos are now loose
Little did the Repairman know that it wasn’t a nondescript, copyright-free liquor in that bottle, but something from a magic shop from who-knows-where. Were he more willing to inspect the “XXX” label, he would see it was a sticker obscuring the actual name: “Potion of Kiroh Siin”.
After taking a few sips from the brown bottle, the inkblot failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any less sober and a faint bit of mist was emanating from his head.
“Well, here goes.”
And then, somehow, the legless blob thing tripped on his way over to Albie. Upon impact with the ground, he let out an “oof” and a fireball flew from his hand into a nearby wall, adding even MORE fire to the already firecracker-and-bird-infested problem.
Somewhere in the distance, a table giggled to itself.
//Now why didn’t I think of that? Hey boys, the ghosts of cuccos past have a bone to pick with you.
Suddenly, a whole flock of angry ghostly cuccos appear and start chasing after the boys, murder in their beady eyes.
“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”
*high pitched squeak*
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
//Hey Susumu, I think you need confetti canons for your dance group. Here!
*confetti canons poof into existence and start launching enough confetti into the air to put NYC on New Year’s to shame*
Hmm…now the Repairman’s new fire powers seemed kind of… quaint. Now I need some ideas…
Hmmm…
Oh! Suddenly, the Repairman has bird seed mixed in his ink, and retroactively, the potion was laced with Susumu-brand Carrot Pox Poison.
As several of the birds began to pursue and peck at the inkblot, all he saw were several tiny cake mixers trying to stir him away.
He threw fireballs everywhere, trying to scream for help, but all that came out was “CARAMEL STOPWATCHES FLOAT NEAR THAILAND AT 3 PM!!!!”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 