Susumu seemed interested in the CD Cat Slime had chosen. “Hey, what’s that one?” she asked.
“Susumu,
Quartz and Bowyetta mostly listen to J-Pop,” Beep explained. “But they
also really like electronic music. I prefer a much softer tune myself,
and Bonk… I don’t even know what to call what she listens to.”
If
Bonk’s eyes were visible under her glasses, she’d have given Beep an odd
side-eyed glance. “It’s called Denpa-core,” she said.
“Anyway, that CD should be just fine,” Susumu continued. “We’re always up for trying something new.”
Cat Slime nodded, listening to Beep. He turned and gave a brief inquisitive squeak at “Denpa-Core,” but shrugged. He could ask later.
He could not have made it to the turntable fast enough. He slammed the CD in and soon, a soft, flowing song was playing, gaining a heftier beat as it went on.
He swayed and bounced happily, occasionally stopping to see the Denpas’ reactions.
“I don’t see why not,” He said as he grinned to his two friends, “I
don’t know if you’ve ever met Chara… or Asriel for that matter… Ah,
anywho, drive or walk there? I’ll leave it to the guests to make ya’
more comfortable.”
“I mean, we’ve–”
Marie was about to say “–met versions of them, I think”, but cut herself off when she saw the look at her brother’s face.
“…No, I don’t think we have.” she finished.
“Anyway, we can walk there,” the Repairman said, after sighing in relief. “We kinda have to get a feel for this place…”
“Besides,” Marie added, “Wouldn’t want you pulling over in weird places…”
Aggie let out a sort or purr-like noise, grateful for CatSlime trying to calm him down.
Meanwhile,
Kitterah stared at the odd assortment of things, not entirely sure
where to start or even what to do. “Ummmmmmm…” She just kinda stood
awkwardly, but at least she WAS able to stand.
“Well, you might want a place to sit,” Marie explained, gesturing towards the chair she put on the tarp. “I bet you’re tired. Even if you spill getting over there, it’s no issue…”
Her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked past Kitterah.
“Actually, did you leave anything behind…? We can go to get…”
The Repairman stepped forward.
“Hang on a sec, can you still do any magic…?” he asked. He doubted it, but he didn’t want to find out she could do it the whole time. “Maybe just…try to teleport onto that chair…?”
“ Da wall’s…broken..? ” Junior thinks for a moment. He never seen that wall before, and there was no way someone just built it out of the blue without him noticing. Actually, it seemed to appear only after he complained about how sluggish he was feeling and blaming the writer for being such a –
Oooooooh.
“ Ooooooh! Da ‘ wall’s ’ broken! I get it! ” The chick giggles in both amusement and newfound mischief. “ I didn’t know it would actually break! I thought dat was just a metaphorical shindig! ”
With all this new, unholy knowledge, Junior’s energy escalates as new questions keep popping in his overgrown head. In fact, he seems to be popping out of all directions while the two (try to) work.
“ Can I see? What’s it made ov’ anyway? What happens if it breaks completely?
An’ What’s on da otha’ side? Can I boop my writer on da nose? Or would I have ta meet my animators to get permission ta meet my writer cuz ov’ Copy Right issues? Is Woody Woodpecker really my uncle or is dat just a comical suggestion?”
Marie nodded, passing a brick and a bucket.
The Repairman said nothing, setting the brick in the proper spot in the crack after placing a large splotch of mortar.
And then he heard the kid giggle as he realized what they were talking about. He sagged, looking down and silently counting to ten.
“…Yes,” the Repairman sighed, “it’s real, and I gotta–”
Too late. Already, there were tiny cracks appearing over the Wall.
He rolled his eyes as the bird popped out all over. Marie Flinched constantly, trying to keep track of Junior but failing.
The Repairman shook after a bit.
“STOP!”
He sighed.
“…Look,” he finally said, “I’m pretty sure you’re not related to Woody Woodpecker, the Wall is made of cement and metaphor, and the other side…”
He shuddered.
“Eugh, I don’t like thinking about that…”
Marie gently turned the Repairman back to the Wall. Maybe she could help out here.
“Um, look…what’s your name…? This is a pretty busy job, so we’d appreciate if you were a little careful around here…”
*I know this isn’t much, but I decided to try drawing a minimalistic Marie with a red bow!
[[Just a small silly idea I had. I can see Cat Slime occasionally pulling stunts like this for fun, to get attention, or in a scheme for fame. Of course, he gets in a heap of trouble for doing it.]]
[[Next-day reblog, since I posted this at a weird time]]
!!! everyone who reblogs this will get a worm drawing based on their blog
(drawings will be sent to u through messages)
~
[[Just a small silly idea I had. I can see Cat Slime occasionally pulling stunts like this for fun, to get attention, or in a scheme for fame. Of course, he gets in a heap of trouble for doing it.]]
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