“!” 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.
Bowyetta seemed somewhat confused by this, and her face turned slightly blue. He was dripping ink all over her legs… “Um, Mr. Sir? W-what you are-”
“AUGH!” She was interrupted by the shadow’s anger, and screamed and held onto Mr. Sir tightly as it slammed them both into a wall.
Bowyetta’s head was slightly dented by the impact. “Y-you are being okay, Mr. Sir…?”
The shadow just grew even angrier at this. “See what you’ve done?! She’s USELESS now! She must be disposed of!” The shadow stretched out another arm to pick up Bowyetta, holding her in one hand and Mr. Sir in the other, and proceeded the carry them both away.
“And as for YOU…” She barked at Mr. Sir. “That magic glow orb of yours will look MUCH PRETTIER on ME.”
“Oof!”
He looked at Bowyetta once the birds flew away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Are YOU oka–uh oh.”
For some reason, he had trouble escaping the shadow’s grip, despite a fluid body. He struggled and grunted, but it was clear it wasn’t happening.
“Magical glow orb….?”
Good thing a Wall break appeared elsewhere. This was one of the few times he found the stupid light helpful.
He pulled a rather large vice from behind his back and put it over his head with surprising ease. Carefully, he put it over the bulb, and made it just tight enough to hold on to it.
“HEY, MONSTER!” he called out. “PUT US DOWN GENTLY OR THE MAGIC ORB GETS IT!”
It wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he had spare bulbs. He just hoped Bowyetta could guess that.
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