“M-Mr. Sir! Bowyetta is thinking you should not-”

Well, she
TRIED to warn him about doing this. But, with every hit, the shadow’s
body got more and more liquid, and it was getting harder for Bowyetta to
stay afloat… In her attempts to keep her head above water(or metal,
rather), she made one final swipe at the arm.

That was
enough to finish the shadow. She didn’t seem to be in pain, but no
matter how she tried, she wasn’t able to hold her shape. Her arms were
falling apart faster than she could form them, and her form was
beginning to melt. “Aaaa-”

As the shadow’s body faded, Bowyetta hit the ground with an especially hard CLUNK.
She was in tears now, her whole body felt like it would fall apart, and
she just wanted this horrible liquid metal off of her. Without even
paying attention to Mr. Sir or the shadow, she stood up and ran towards
the furnace. She was hoping the heat could melt the stuff, or at least
soften her up a bit…

However, the shadow wasn’t completely
dead yet. She was still alive, but she had reverted back to her normal
state. “Y-… You are still refusing of your feelings…?”

The jackhammer hung in the air for a second or two, until the Repairman made the mistake of looking down.

He plummeted, landing on the floor with a splat! and quickly reforming.

The jackhammer wasn’t so lucky. As soon as it landed in the distance, it exploded in a large, but quickly-fading, fireball.

The inkblot, dazed, got up to see Bowyetta running towards the furnace…?

“WHOA! HEY!”

Thinking quickly, he pulled a tow cable from his hammerspace and rapidly tied a lasso. He hurled it at the running Bowyer, hoping to snag her so he could reel her away.

“…Why would you–” he began, before the imposter spoke again. “…Wait, refusing feelings…?”

He looked at Bowyetta again.

“You wouldn’t do all this…. would you?”