[[May use this for an AU after I work some on the “Fired!” one, where we see the Fourth Wall Repairman, Mark II as he has to put up with the ghost of his predecessor…]]
If you are okay with roleplaying with multiples of the same muse? I know there are some popular characters out there that people are going to relate with. I see some people refusing to roleplay multiples of the same muse. I’ve come to learn that each take on a muse is different and I like seeing different interpretations on a popular muse. So please reblog this if you are totally cool with interacting with multiple rpers with the same muse.
Note: Each interpretation is a muns own vision and therefore muses should not be compared and criticized. Thank you for understanding.
((It actually took me a while to find a good theme song that fit. I also read that you character doesn’t like worrying a lot (I could also tell from the rp lmao) and enjoys having breaks off. Sooo, I finally stuck with this song since I couldn’t think of anything else. Enjoy! -Mun))
“Um! Just a moment, Mr. Sir!” Before the shadow could grab the two
again, Bowyetta picked up the Repairman and ran away to hide. “We must
be getting away first!” The shadow tried to look for them again, but
still seemed to have trouble turning around…
Once the two were out
of sight, Bowyetta produced some sort of phone from her hair and
pressed several buttons on it. “Hello? Is being Bonkakira?” she
whispered this time. She didn’t want to risk getting caught. “No no,
Bowyetta cannot be talking very loudly right now. …Well, um… Is being a
giant metal blob with six arms out to kill us… …You are knowing? …You
are wanting Bowyetta to be doing of what?! …Well… If is being what she
must doing… Thanking of you muchly.” She hung up. “Um, Mr. Sir?
Bonkakira says we are supposed to be attacking her arms… But… Is one way
we must be getting up there.”
Bowyetta stepped out as slowly and
carefully as she could and made her way over to the shadow. Just the
thought of doing this made her sick, but… If it was the only way…
Bowyetta
carefully put her hand on the shadow’s body and quickly sank into it.
After a moment, she reappeared on top of her head, motioning for Mr. Sir
to join her. Something about this felt… Wrong to her…
“Ah, okay,” the Repairman nodded, still upside-down. “How do we–oh.”
He was still in the vice when Bowyetta snuck off to however she was supposed to do this. He sighed, and began struggling again. The siren light seemed to stretch and bend a little, and then it snapped and shattered.
Finally, the Repairman was free. As he dug into his hammerspace for a new bulb, he saw that Bowyetta was on top of the monster’s head. How did she…?
Oh.
He quickly screwed on a red bulb that was identical to the last one, and as he dashed for the shadow’s body, he pulled a formless diving suit from behind his back and hastily donned it. As it made a loud zzzzzzip! noise, he entered the liquid metal and swam to the top.
He surfaced right next to Bowyetta, and it was clear he was also uncomfortable with that, though less so.
“Oh no. No worries.” He giggled. “I’ve never seen you around before. Are you new in town?”
The
blonde leaned forward on the counter a bit. He was definitely a Link
but somehow different. Freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and
nose and his eyes reflected more of an innocence. Not something typical
of a supposed soldier.
“Ah. Sorry. I really shouldn’t pry, should I?”
The Repairman looked up at the Hylian This was probably the first Link who didn’t seem to notice or care that the Toon was a blob of ink, with two ovals for eyes. He decided not to press it. It was odd enough seeing one of the Heroes of Hyrule in a situation as domestic as this.
“Nah,” he shrugged, “it’s fine. And yeah, in a way, I am… I was just passing through and thought I’d stop by.”
He began looking around again. After a moment, he looked at the blue toolbox at the bottom of his cart, as if expecting something any second.
When nothing happened, he leaned closer to the counter and cupped a hand near where his mouth would be.
“You happen to have any…” he whispered, glancing once more at the toolbox before continuing, “…meringue?”
Immediately, the lid of the toolbox popped up, revealing a small cat-shaped slime with grey skin, green eyes, and black stripes. Cat Slime squeaked enthusiastically, running circles around the irritated Repairman.
“Look, behave yourself, will you– this is no way— ergh!”
He sighed, looking at Link again.
“…Sorry ‘bout this,” he said sheepishly. “Just…”
He snatched Cat Slime and held him close to his chest.
Bendy snapped his fingers when the other toon shared what and who he was. “I knew it! You got toon written all over you.. But Repair man for the forth wall? What’s that all about?” he asked, scratching his head.
Eyes shut when he felt the fan blow on him. Doing this to
the toon made him like the other. There were no fans or AC in the old
building. “Ah yes.. thank you, blobby,” he purred.
“Spawn point? Oh.. like a game? This is no game you’re
in. You’re in the real world. On Earth. I was brought to this world by
that!” he hissed and pointed to the machine. “I would destroy it
if I could. I’ve used mallets and everything. But nothing will break it.
I don’t want other toons to suffer like I am… You see, my body is
rejected in this world and decomposes. Only to come back since I am
immortal.”
“Heh, yeah…” the Repairman replied, trying to find the right words for his job. “I…um… I fix the boundary between our worlds and the…ugh…’real’ one, I think they call it…?”
As Bendy explained, the inkblot realized that was probably the wrong answer. This was definitely a video game world, yes. But given Bendy’s situation, would he be happy to know that he was written this way, and apparently pretty recently at that?
Of course, the Repairman knew he wasn’t like that. He was definitely made in the ‘30s. Yup.
“…Sheesh.”
That was all the Repairman could say in response. He handed the fan to Bendy.
“Here. I have more issues with the cold, myself, so…”
He looked at the machine. So Bendy came out of that nozzle, and onto the floor there. Made out of whatever ink that was…
“You think maybe a different kind of ink would help?” the Repairman asked. Maybe the stuff was just poor quality…
Siblings-a-Fixin' 