“…Define ‘staying’,” the Repairman remarked, looking uncertainly at his tool cart. He didn’t exactly have a home universe, let alone a home to stay at.
He looked back at Bowyetta, clearly worried just by proxy. On top of the fact she was quite shaken.
“…What the hrdfl happened?” he asked, rushing over to her side.
‘Holy hell,’ was the only thought running through her head. She had
never whipped up a concoction this energizing. Then, she noticed the
tool cart.
“ONONOWAIT!” She spread herself over the open space
and grinned sheepishly. “I mean, I’ve wanted a skylight for a while.
This place needs a little light, don’t you think?” Angie gave a
lighthearted chuckle.
The Repairman jumped back about a yard at Angie’s panicked shout. As she explained herself, he nodded vigorously.
“Isee-see-see,” he said, digging into his toolbox. “Icouldstillhelpinstall-stall-stallingit!”
His eyes brightened as he pulled out a bag of nails, a glass pane, and some wood.“Youllneedframesglassandsomethingtosupport-port-portitallandframesandglassandframesandnailsandframes…”He continued, rattling off his list as he randomly pulled out more of the same three items. Rapidly, they began to pile up. The inkblot seemed totally oblivious to everything other than getting more supplies.
“Great! Now you can just choose the microgames one by o-” Penny was
cut off by her own yawn. Oh, yeah. It was late and she was going to go
back home to sleep.
But as much as she trusted Repy, she couldn’t leave him in the building alone.
She’d have to stay there as long as he was there. Even if it meant staying up all night.
Luckily, there was a coffee machine nearby. Penny hated coffee, but if it meant it would keep her awake, she’d take it.
“I’m gonna go make some coffee.” Penny said, making her way to the coffee machine.
The Repairman nodded, looking at the menu. He was getting odd vibes from some of the portraits depicted. The strongest ones, however, game from that image of a kid in some kind of…future construction helmet.
He looked back, seeing a fatigued Penny occupied with a coffee maker. Poor girl. He was probably making her stay up way too late.
After a moment of thought, he ducked behind the machine. And walked onto the screen. Maybe she wouldn’t notice, and thought he left. At least, that’s what he hoped as he began to act in each microgame.
“Um, Mr. Sir!” Bowyetta tried to call out over the noise. “Bowyetta knows not how to be using of- EEK!”
Bowyetta
suddenly found herself pushed halfway down the shadow’s body. She tried
to clamber back up its head, but she wasn’t exactly the best swimmer,
and with Shadow swatting at her it didn’t make things easier…
Without thinking, she slashed at the arm that was swinging at her.
“Oww!”
The arm suddenly retreated back into Shadow’s body. Somehow, she also
seemed to… lose her shape slightly. Bowyetta now found it easier to move
through the metallic substance, and took her place back on her head.
“Mr. Sir! Bowyetta is thinking she is knowing what we must do now!”
“There’s a trigger in the handle! Squeeze it!”
He was having troubles of his own, dangling off a half-severed arm by his pick, trying to swat away other incoming arms. He didn’t even notice that his weight was dragging the pick deeper into the shoulder, until finally it tore through.
The stunned inkblot’s eyes widened as he fell back into the liquid mass, the pick falling to the ground with a clatter.
He emerged next to Bowyetta again.
“Oh, that’s good,” he said, clearly a little dazed. “What is it?”
“That sounds.. pretty strange.. I don’t really understand, but I don’t need to know,” he replied to the ink blot.
To him, this was the real world, not a video game. And anything he
heard of about if it was a video game, he would probably get a bit
annoyed.
Bendy happily took the fan and blew it
at his own face. Enjoying the nice air that was blowing across his face.
It felt nice and countered the heat.
“I enjoy the cold. My heart creates some heat so I won’t freeze. But the heat I can’t counteract,” the demon sighed.
He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “I
have no idea what kind of ink Joey got. All I know is that, it might
fix other toons. But not me. I’m already born and can’t be remade.”
“Ah,” the Repairman nodded. “I’m all liquid, all the time, so I sometimes freeze, myself.”
He looked closer at the pipes coming from the ink tank. He idly wondered where they all came from as he shambled over to the spatter on the floor again.
“Well, maybe– wait, who’s Joey?”
As he asked this, he carefully let a drop of his own ink fall into the same pool to mix with the rest. Something about that ink seemed off, and he was going to find out why.
“Heh. Blob of mystery, I guess,” Crystal noted, amused.
After
taking a few bites of food, Shinko glanced over to see the glue
puddle. “Um, Mr. Repairman…?” she called out, pointing at the glue
puddle.
“…I guess so,” the Repairman chuckled. “Can’t pull off dark or brooding, though. Sorry.”
He turned towards Shinko.
“Hmm…OH!”
He jumped back, tilting the glue bottle right-ways up. The puddle, luckily, was still on the newspaper, but just barely, and the inkblot wasn’t about to take chances. Pulling a mop and bucket from his toolbox (both of which were oddly low-poly), he began to pick up the lost glue.
That is, until the whole thing got stuck to the mop. He picked it up in annoyance, trying to shake it off to no avail. He stopped after a second, looking at the crack in the Wall thoughtfully.
“Hmm…”
[[Okay, I think I made my case.
In all seriousness, I apologize for clogging your dashes with this mathematical argument.
I’m gonna pull out of this fight before it gets too heated, and go back to working on drafts.]]
And 4011 is different from 411, which according to traditional math would be 15.
411 = forty-eleven = 15
Face it, I have a better grasp of Watterson math than you!]]
YOU TAKE THAT BACK! >:U
YOU CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS WORKS
EACH NUMBER IS ITS OWN WITH IT’S PLACES STAYING THE SAME.
YOU CANNOT GET 4 FROM 40 UNLESS IT’S ACTUALLY IN THE TENS PLACE NUMBER WISE.
[[Whoa, whoa, I think I see the problem.
You forget that putting a number in the tens place in Watterson Arithmetic multiplies said integer by ten (further research is needed to see if the same holds true for larger or smaller places) before placing it.
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