Welp, it appears our little pioneer of knowledge has ~~once again~~ gone a little too far with his shenanigans….

While all the kooky toons of Inkwell were just masters at breaking things, Junior was one of the few who would ~~(frequently)~~ break a certain metaphorical phenomenon for clever and comedic effects.

Of course, he never considered that actual damage was done, but now
that he paid a little closer attention, that crevice was a little hard
to miss…

“ …was dat always dere? ” The chick asks the blob…toon…person (?) … uncertainly, while pointing at the crack in the rift.

The Repairman blinked. It wasn’t often that someone who broke the Wall asked that. Most were either completely oblivious to the whole thing or knew perfectly well what they were doing, for better or for worse.

Marie was the first to speak up. “Um, no, it’s just that the Wall’s broken, but we’re here to fix it.”

“Um, yeah,” the Repairman spoke up, trying to avoid things getting worse (the things brainy half-pints did with a bit of knowledge…), “Just hang on, this’ll be gone in just a sec. Marie, could you get a few bricks and some mortar?”

“Will do!”

“… Gosh, I see this place a lot… ” the Repairman remarked, dragging his tool cart behind him. “Really?” Marie asked, trailing along. “I thought we–” “Well, I see a lot of VERSIONS of this place,” the Repairman quickly corrected.

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Frisk was in the kitchen, cooking a meal for Chara, “Oh dear lor-” He saw the blob out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look at him, “My GOD it’s been a while!”

He quickly hugged the repairman, and kissed

Marie

on the cheek, “You two, you never phone when you’re coming over, or let anyone kno-“ He sniffed the air several times, and his eyes got wide as the oven started smoking. He turned around frantically to get out his pie before it burned.

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“Oh, hi Fri–” the Repairman started to wave, before being grabbed by Frisk. “Sorry, it has been a while…”

Marie smiled a little, glad to see this version of Frisk again. “How ya been?”

Both watched, concerned, as they realized the oven was smoking. The Repairman pulled out a fire extinguisher while Marie twisted her bow until it turned into a firefighter’s helmet. Just in case.

“You okay there..?”

“Eeeeee! Marie you’re adorable!!!” Sparky squealed, scooping
her up and cuddling her for all he was worth. Was he going to get
covered in blue paint? Probably, but it was so worth it. “Wind!
Wind take pictures for us too, please!!! Oh I missed having a munchkin
to play with!” Sparky planted an exuberant smooch on Marie’s forehead,
unable to contain his utter glee.

Wind shook his head at his successor, although he did whip out the
pictobox to snap a few pictures of the pair. This was going on the wall
back home, for sure.

“Huh? You ok there Cat Slime?” Wind asked when Inky’s pet squeaked at
him. “Uh… hey Twilight, think you can understand Slime in wolf form?”

“Aww, I don’t need ta change to figure that out. He just wants to
know she’s ok and come play too.” Twilight replied, having finished
repairing the cracks in the immediate vicinity. He knelt down and petted
the cat… slime… cat shaped slime… whatever he was on the head, and
gestured for him to come and play with Marie and Sparky, who had pulled a
ribbon out of his pocket and was waving it in the air around his
friend, entertaining her with the way it gracefully fluttered in the
air.

Wind stared at the older hero for a second, then lit up, bouncing on his toes with stars in his eyes.

“Wow, really? I didn’t know you could understand animals out of wolf form!”

Twilight chuckled, ruffling the younger’s hair.

“Aww shucks, I ain’t as cool as all that. I can’t actually understand
what he’s saying, I just caught his meaning, if ya know what I mean.”

Marie could do little more than laugh loudly as Sparky appropriately babied her. Well, she could try and grab the end of his hat, but that quickly became a fool’s errand.

Cat Slime, meanwhile, hopped over as Marie tried to reach for the ribbon, trying to reach it himself. He leaped back and forth, being careful not to hit the baby, but he wanted to show off a little, too.

He briefly stopped to get a closer look at the blue blob.

“Mi?”

“Meh! Meh meh!” Marie said, reaching out to grab one of Cat Slime’s ears.

Cat Slime squirmed under her grip. It was lucky he was a Slime, and could therefore stretch, or the surprisingly strong baby would have seriously hurt. Still,he gently squeaked, asking her to stop. It was going to take forever to get himself back into his perfectly cute look again if he was stretched any more…

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The Tumbeasts are eating things.

Get the net.

“Oh,
uh… I’m Mecchan.” Mecchan explained. “Yeah, I know how magic works. And
it’s a long story for how I ended up getting here and I have no idea
how I’m gonna get back, but basically a friend of mine, who had
inherited his grandfather’s science labs decided to make an
extradimensional portal. It’s… got some bugs.”

Mecchan sighed. “Sorry if this is too much for you guys. If you can’t help me, I understand.”

“Oh, one of those?” the Repairman sighed. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Marie saw Mecchan’s confusion, and her own eyes turned to those of worry.

“No, no,” the inkblot said, reassuringly, “I can help you home, I think. Can you tell me your world?”

The Repairman’s Birthday Gifts

The Fourth Wall Repairman looked at the two wrapped boxes in front of him. The one Marie gave him was large, and the rectangular shape was oddly familiar, while the one Cat Slime gave him was smaller and cylindrical. Both were perfectly wrapped in purple, with yellow ribbons, and the Repairman could tell Marie meticulously put the paper on both presents.

“So, um” he said, adjusting his red party hat, “which should I open first…?”

“Mi! Mi!” Cat Slime squeaked, quite loudly and enthusiastically as he jumped up and down, flapping his little nubs of arms.

“All right,” the Repairman chuckled, “Cat Slime’s it is!”

His pet cheered as the inkblot tore the wrapping off the cylinder, revealing a premium cookie tin from Sarsaland. There were plenty of the treats in there, and the tin seemed to strain to keep the lid on. The Repairman beamed, petting Cat Slime on the head.

“Hey, thanks, Cat Slime!”

Cat Slime beamed.

“Right, now let’s see about this,” the Repairman grunted, picking up Marie’s gift.

“I hope you like it!” Marie smiled. “I worked pretty hard on this!”

“I’m sure I will,” the Repairman assured her, lifting the wrapping off, “I’m just happy you–”

He blinked, looking down at his own toolbox.

“…Huh?”

“Open it,” Marie said.

“Um, okay…”

The Repairman gawked at his toolbox. Everything inside was neatly sorted. Every single screwdriver, welding torch, hammer, and wrench was put into a nicely organized compartment. Nothing was out of place, and the Repairman saw that Marie even scrubbed the oil and cement stains off every surface, and got rid of an awful lot of the rust.

“…”

Marie’s smile wavered as she waited for a reaction. She had stayed up all night to tidy up his toolbox, and it was quite the feat to sneak off with the thing anyway.

“…Y-you like it…?”

The Repairman slowly looked back up at Marie. Her face fell as she didn’t see a single change in his expression.

And then the Repairman beamed.

“Thank you, Marie!” he said, going over to hug her. “I was getting tired of digging for everything! Never DID have time to fix that…”

Marie breathed a sigh of relief, falling into her brother’s embrace.

“Happy birthday, Repairman!”

Cat Slime clambered into their hug, squeaking “happy birthday” as well.

“Aw, thanks, you two!”

When the hug broke up, the Repairman cleared his throat.

“So, um, Marie, could you tell me how you sorted this…? I’m not used to a clean toolbox.”

“Oh! Well, it’s simple. Compartments 1a through 3b are all different kinds of screws, increasing in size. Then we have bolts, in 3c, 4f, and 9d. Of course, the socket wrenches are in 8s and 14b…”

The Repairman listened patiently, trying to wrap his head around this new system. His head swayed from side to side and his eyes swirled as she kept explaining, and her guide only seemed to get less lucid as it went on. Hopefully she also left labels or instructions in there…