(Askthefwrp)

“… I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman.”

The
cosmic watcher hummed in response. The name was self explanatory; it
showed exactly what the fellow repairer was doing. His real name wasn’t
presented, but there’s no need to ask him about it.

Rosalina
watched the Fourth Wall Repairer carried over the cart before
proceeding back to his work. “Dear sir, perhaps you would like some
assistance?” she asked.

“No!” he exclaimed, a little too quickly. He seemed to realize how forceful that sounded after a moment, and cleared his throat.

“…No, thanks,” he tried again. “You’ve helped me plenty already!”

He gave a smile, and pulled a few planks from his toolbox. Setting them aside, he began digging for a hammer and nail.