Angie looked around for something or
someone, but the shop was empty. It was just the two of them, and it was
probably for the best.
She was starting to regret her decision
about giving the Repairman The Shotgun. She hadn’t served the drink in
years, and now she knew why.
After several disturbing seconds,
Angie noticed that his giggling fit had ceased. She cautiously stepped
forward. “…Everything alright in there?”
The Repairman didn’t seem to notice as Angie stepped forward. He just sat there, staring at the table in front of him. Then, as she was close…
BLAM!
He shot up like a rocket, creating a new and messy skylight in the cafe. Thankfully for Angie’s shop, he fell down the same way, landing with a splat and quickly reforming. He started bobbing his head back and forth, humming without a tune but with a consistently rapid tempo.
He ran around the shop multiple times in this manner, before finally stopping, apparently noticing the hole he created for the first time. After a silent moment of contemplation, he turned to the coyote.
“Icanfixthatnoproblem!” he exclaimed confidently, before pulling his tool cart out of his hammerspace.
“So uh… I have a lot of questions. Like, where you’re from. And also
about the Fourth Wall. Is it just…everywhere or what…?” Crystal asked,
folding her arms as she watched the Repairman go about his business.
Shinko smiled a bit as she decided to ask Belial for something to eat and drink.
“Where I’m from?”
The Repairman paused for thought.
“…Not sure…I mean, from a pen, yeah, but…huh…”
He shrugged.
“I couldn’t tell ya. As for the Wall…”
He took a moment to look around.
“…I mean…” he began, uncertainly. He didn’t ever really ask questions like that; he just did his job. “…More like it’s…wherever? I think? I dunno…”
As he mused about this, he failed to notice that he was holding the glue bottle upside-down. It soon spilled into a small puddle on the newspaper, and it was growing…
“Umm…” Bowyetta looked around. “Bonkakira is saying we are needing
to, um… be attacking her arm… Are needing of some sharp object, but..,
Can not be reaching into her hair right now…”
Bowyetta’s hair was
now coated in a combination of ink and the strange liquid metal. Judging
by the look on her face, it was the metallic substance making her feel
ill for some reason. And since she couldn’t exactly reach her arrows at
the moment, the only other sharp object she had on her was…
“Um,
M-Mr. Sir…?” Bowyetta’s voice was shaking as she asked. “Are you having
of any hard objects? Bowyetta is needing of something to sharpen her
teeth…”
The Repairman silently pulled out a buzz-saw and a pick-axe. He was more than willing to sever the appropriated parts of this thing.
He was about to clamber town to the nearest limb when he noticed Bowyetta looked…ill. And she expected to chomp on this thing?
“You don’t need to bite the thing,” he said, tossing her the saw. “Here. Now, let’s fix up this…whatever it is…”
“Well not as personally as you got to know him, but lets just say I’m a huge fan and I’m good friends with someone not too far away.”
(Wait what are you–)
“You are just so cute and sweet I can’t help but hug you! I love you to bits!”
“Huh…? Oh, hi–URK!”
As he was squeezed in a surprisingly tight embrace (apparently adventuring’s good for your muscles), his siren light popped out. Not only that, it seemed to be revolving across the top of the inkblot’s head, and was blinking at infrequent patterns (some shorter, some longer, and apparently a Morse message).
He could only watch in shock as muse casually talked to mun. And something seemed weird about Link…
“…What?” he asked, just as confused as the real person about what Link was talking about.
All these thoughts and worries somehow seemed to melt away as Albie kept showering him with affection. Swelling with Toony pride, he looked up at Link.
“Ahh,” Rosalina placed her hand on the middle of her chest, “I
see.” In all respect, she decided to step back a bit, letting the fourth
wall repairer to finish his job independently.
“Hmm,
I must apologize for asking, dear sir,” she added. “Usually, I am
thrilled to be available for your assistance to make jobs easier, but I
believe I escalated a little, haven’t I?”
“…”
The Repairman finally produced a hammer and some nails, and was about to make the first swing when he stopped. Did he offend her?
“…Look,” he said, looking down. “I didn’t mean to…It’s just…”
He sighed.
“…I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I’m glad you understand, at least, but I didn’t mean to snap like that…”
Inwardly, he was grateful that Rosalina at least asked him first. Some didn’t even have the courtesy to do that.
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