Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
(Repairman! Repairman holy shit calm down!)
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER GUY!? WHAT IS THIS PLACE!? ARE YOU A KIDNAPPER!?”
(Table just let me borrow you for–)
“STOP LOOKING AT ME IT’S JUST GOING TO BREAK MORE!”
(Okay, okay! I’m going. Look you won’t be able to see me! Just for god’s sake put the microphone down! Tech equipment is expensive!)
The writer slid down under the chairs and tried her best to get out of the inkblot’s line of sight.
Meanwhile, the repairman stared around the room, wondering where he was or what kind of sick joke this was. Didn’t his owner have better things to work on? It took a while, but he at least calmed himself enough to put the microphone back in place. He stood around silently, fumbling with his hands a moment before speaking up.
“So um.. Can I go now? I kind of have a lot of work so…”
(Look just talk a bit about yourself or something into the mic. I don’t know, give Table something to read! Then you can go back to doing whatever you were in the middle of. And uh, don’t worry. No other characters are listening. It’s just you and me.)
The cartoon stopped, reaching up for the staff and moving the mic to mouth level (or at least where it would be if the artist had drawn it in). The ink blot stared around, taking off his hat and rubbing his head in thought for a moment.
“Oh, okay I guess… Well, I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. Though I’ve got a couple of nicknames. Inky, Mr. Sir, Hey Get Back Here And Give Me Your Wallet Punk… Anyways, so sometimes, characters sometimes slip up and bring up things or subjects or even phrases that just don’t belong in the universe. And these instances can make these really big ugly cracks in the wall where other people are watching. In some cases, they’re so massive they leave gaping holes. Those are not very fun to fix… Actually they’re a huge pain, sometimes they take over a week to fill.”
The repairman put his hat on his head, large white eyes fixated on the audience ahead. There really were a lot of faces…
“Anyways, I know the job isn’t all that glamorous, but trust me when I say you meet some really interesting characters, even a handful of big names and celebrities! So I wouldn’t say the work is that bad. And over eighty years of this work? Let me tell you, you get some real interesting stories. And every step of the way I got my tool cart on hand,” he added, gesturing to the supply case on wheels not too far away. “It’s got everything you can ask for and more. I can repair just about anything! So um… I guess that’s all I can really say. So… Can I please go now?”
((So, how’d it go?))
“…”
((Oh, come on, it wasn’t THAT bad. I saw!))
“Why’d you ask, then?”
((I meant how you felt…Surely, SOMETHING good came of it.))
“…I guess I got a nice hat out of all this…”
((There you go; that’s something!))
“…Did that lady have to tell everyone about that one time, though? The wallet thing was an accident! How was I to know it belonged to someone?!”
((It was dropped like four seconds before you took it…))
“…That’s like an hour in three-minute cartoons!…Now, if you excuse me, I have a job to do, Mr. Totally-Innocuous-Animated-Table…”
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