“Eeek!” Suddenly, Bowyetta felt herself pulled backward by…
something. As she landed in front of the Repairman with a CLUNK, she
looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. “Bowyetta would never be
hurting of anyone! You were already knowing of this, Mr. Sir!”

The
shadow, however, sat up and continued. “Is being all Bowyetta has
wanted, Mr. Sir. Ever since Bowyetta has been created, she has been
wanting for people to be accepting of her. But… To be certain… Bowyetta
has been thinking lately that no one has really been accepting of her.
She was thinking that to be truly accepted, she must being like others.”

“W-Well…
is being true… Bowyetta… Is wanting to be accepted, but…” Suddenly,
Bowyetta rolled over and started sobbing. “Is not being right. Bowyetta
would never being doing of this. Bowyetta is really being a monster
after all…”

The Repairman said nothing, moving over to his tool cart and dragging it over to the sobbing Bowyer.

He dug for a moment, before finding a large yellow sponge. He was silently grateful that he still had his diving suit on as he began to wipe pieces of liquid metal off of her.

“Hey,” he said, softly, “you know Smithy’s not the only one who can accept ya, right? I mean, our friends do, and I do. Stop calling yourself a monster.”

He kept cleaning Bowyetta as he briefly looked at his blue toolbox. He’d definitely be making a call in a moment.

“…Your housemates are worried about you, you know that? And when I heard you were missing, I was worried, too…”

He continued to wipe liquid metal off Bowyetta, occasionally looking up to make sure that imposter wasn’t trying anything.