“Alright,
I see you dont mean harm.” He put the spatula away. “Also yeah. Ink and
tar are both black, kinda hard to tell. Sorry.”

“So why ARE you here? What needs fixing?”

Both the Repairman and Marie relaxed as Rustbolt did. Marie handed the zombie some of his parts, before picking up some more.

“Well…” the Repairman began, realizing there wasn’t much point in hiding anything. “I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. I just saw that something around here was breaking the Wall, so we came here to fix it. And you are…?”