“M-Mr. Sir…” Bowyetta rubbed her eyes. “Is being true? You… Are not
actually wanting to hurt Bowyetta?” She paused for a moment, wanting to
hear if he had anything else to say.

As soon as Mr. Sir finished
talking, Bowyetta scooped him up into a hug. She didn’t care that she
was getting covered in ink, nor that her tears were spilling all over
him. “No. Is not what Bowyetta is wanting at all, Mr. Sir. You having
done so much for her, and… Bowyetta is liking you very muchly, Mr. Sir.
Please do not be leaving Bowyetta. If she is going to die… She would
rather it being with you.”

And suddenly, the two were scooped up in a giant metallic arm. “You! You- You’ve RUINED her! What did you do?!”

“!” the Repairman said as he was snatched into a hug. Aw, great. She was squeezing the tears out of him.

“…T-thank you,” he managed, as he sobbed into her chest.

He sniffled, then got up, still a little runny, and put his hand on her shoulder.

“We’re not gonna die,” he said, matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna–WAUGH!”

His eyes widened, looking directly into the shadow’s. What could he do…?

Aha! His siren light briefly popped up with a bing! sound effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Repairman asked, in an overly fake tone, “how did I ruin her…?”

He looked at the real Bowyetta, noticing how inked she was on her hair and across her torso. He grabbed onto her leg.

“You mean like this?” he mockingly asked, looking back at the shadow.