Penny had been working late. 18-Volt’s
work computer had broken and he needed to finish his games, so she had
agreed to fix it. But this was hard work. How the heck does someone
manage to get bubblegum inside a computer?!
She noticed how late it was, so she decided to finish for the day and get some sleep.
Then she heard some music playing.
Someone was here. She immediately ran towards the testing room and noticed the strange ink-looking guy at the end of the room.
“Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here?” she asked.
The Repairman jumped about three feet off the ground as someone called out to him. He nearly dropped the controller as he did so.
He turned around to find a girl looking at him in alarm. He started to sweat, unable to think of a lie that could get him out of this without making his job harder. Finally, he cleared his throat.
“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he explained. “I…wasn’t sure if I should count your games here, and was trying to figure it out…”
He glanced back to see the GAME OVER.
“…Keyword being try. And, uh, who are you?”
Penny examined the room. It didn’t look like he was doing anything too bad, so she decided to let it slide, but remained slightly suspicious.
“I’m Penny. Penny Crygor.” she introduced herself. “In case it wasn’t obvious, I work here.”
She looked around, checking to see if there was anything missing. It looked perfectly fine.
“You’re lucky my boss isn’t here or he’d be pretty mad at you.”
“Oh, yeah,” the Repairman nodded, embarrassed. “Pretty lucky that you didn’t kick me out right away, aren’t I?”
Was he really becoming so careless that any middle-schooler could catch him?
“…Yeah, sorry ‘bout all this,” he said, “but I gotta figure out if any of these games break the Fourth Wall.”
…And then decide whether a Fourth Wall break in a piece of fiction within the fictional world actually counted. Gah. He got a headache just THINKING about thinking about that.
“!” the Repairman said as he was snatched into a hug. Aw, great. She was squeezing the tears out of him.
“…T-thank you,” he managed, as he sobbed into her chest.
He sniffled, then got up, still a little runny, and put his hand on her shoulder.
“We’re not gonna die,” he said, matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna–WAUGH!”
His eyes widened, looking directly into the shadow’s. What could he do…?
Aha! His siren light briefly popped up with a bing! sound effect.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Repairman asked, in an overly fake tone, “how did I ruin her…?”
He looked at the real Bowyetta, noticing how inked she was on her hair and across her torso. He grabbed onto her leg.
“You mean like this?” he mockingly asked, looking back at the shadow.
Bowyetta seemed somewhat confused by this, and her face turned slightly blue. He was dripping ink all over her legs… “Um, Mr. Sir? W-what you are-”
“AUGH!” She was interrupted by the shadow’s anger, and screamed and held onto Mr. Sir tightly as it slammed them both into a wall.
Bowyetta’s head was slightly dented by the impact. “Y-you are being okay, Mr. Sir…?”
The shadow just grew even angrier at this. “See what you’ve done?! She’s USELESS now! She must be disposed of!” The shadow stretched out another arm to pick up Bowyetta, holding her in one hand and Mr. Sir in the other, and proceeded the carry them both away.
“And as for YOU…” She barked at Mr. Sir. “That magic glow orb of yours will look MUCH PRETTIER on ME.”
“Oof!”
He looked at Bowyetta once the birds flew away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Are YOU oka–uh oh.”
For some reason, he had trouble escaping the shadow’s grip, despite a fluid body. He struggled and grunted, but it was clear it wasn’t happening.
“Magical glow orb….?”
Good thing a Wall break appeared elsewhere. This was one of the few times he found the stupid light helpful.
He pulled a rather large vice from behind his back and put it over his head with surprising ease. Carefully, he put it over the bulb, and made it just tight enough to hold on to it.
“HEY, MONSTER!” he called out. “PUT US DOWN GENTLY OR THE MAGIC ORB GETS IT!”
It wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he had spare bulbs. He just hoped Bowyetta could guess that.
[[Oh, I won’t be able to use my pc much after tomorrow (until like Monday), so as long as it’s okay to do stuff on mobile, I’ll just do that, but expect things to be a little more sporadic until I’m back on a computer. Thanks for understanding!]]
Cat Slime nodded enthusiastically, and turned to make sure the Repairman’s camera was still rolling. The Repairman shuffled back, having not figured out the zoom controls yet and not willing to risk it. He gave the thumbs-up once he was about two feet away. Thank goodness for auto-focus.
Cat Slime lowered his body and wiggled as he watched Kit’s movements. He was ready to either leap or pounce.
Bendy was slightly melting due to the heat that
accumulated in the building. His two weaknesses– heat and water. It made
him melt and die quicker.
Each time that the
ink creature took a step back, he too took a step forward. Leaving no
room for him to move forward. He was made form the same stuff, but
alive. Very much alive. And bloodthirsty. But seeing as this guy might
be a toon or something, he wouldn’t kill them unless aggravated.
“Bendy! You got it there blobby! And what’s your name? What are you?” he questioned.
“No, I am not okay. This heat is killing me. Literally. I’ve died twice today!”
“Oh, who, me?“ the Repairman asked, laughing nervously. “I-I-m the Fourth Wall Repairman…er, I’m a Toon, too…”
Gosh, he did not like being stuck between Bendy and that puddle on the floor.
“…Oh, jeez,” the inkblot said, looking up at Bendy sympathetically. “…Um, anything I can do…? Will this help?”
He pulled a small battery-powered fan from his hammerspace and held it out to the other Toon. Poor guy. But why was he still smiling…?
He took a look at the machine behind him.
Died twice today…
Oh! This must be one of those video game worlds! Of course!
“Aha,” he chuckled apologetically, “sorry if I got too close to your…whatchamacallit…spawn point…?”
He took a step to the side, away from the nozzle.
“M-Mr. Sir…” Bowyetta rubbed her eyes. “Is being true? You… Are not
actually wanting to hurt Bowyetta?” She paused for a moment, wanting to
hear if he had anything else to say.
As soon as Mr. Sir finished
talking, Bowyetta scooped him up into a hug. She didn’t care that she
was getting covered in ink, nor that her tears were spilling all over
him. “No. Is not what Bowyetta is wanting at all, Mr. Sir. You having
done so much for her, and… Bowyetta is liking you very muchly, Mr. Sir.
Please do not be leaving Bowyetta. If she is going to die… She would
rather it being with you.”
And suddenly, the two were scooped up in a giant metallic arm. “You! You- You’ve RUINED her! What did you do?!”
“!” the Repairman said as he was snatched into a hug. Aw, great. She was squeezing the tears out of him.
“…T-thank you,” he managed, as he sobbed into her chest.
He sniffled, then got up, still a little runny, and put his hand on her shoulder.
“We’re not gonna die,” he said, matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna–WAUGH!”
His eyes widened, looking directly into the shadow’s. What could he do…?
Aha! His siren light briefly popped up with a bing! sound effect.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Repairman asked, in an overly fake tone, “how did I ruin her…?”
He looked at the real Bowyetta, noticing how inked she was on her hair and across her torso. He grabbed onto her leg.
“You mean like this?” he mockingly asked, looking back at the shadow.
At least, that’s what he caught himself thinking as he moved the new shipment of flour to rest on the nearby wall. The poor thing had definitely seen better days, hardly able to support the large sacks of raw sugar and ceramic cookie jar resting atop it. It wasn’t in the best of shape when he bought the place a few years back either but he’d be procrastinating on it for as long as he could remember.
However, the bakery wasn’t busy today. Perhaps it was time to give the shelf the care it deserved. He grabbed the nearest step stool and climbed up to figure out the problem.
It was at that moment that the bell signaling of an entering customer rang.
“Oh! Sorry!” He turned around from what he was doing. “Welcome! I’ll be with you in just a minute!”
The Fourth Wall Repairman knew his next job was a small one (comparatively, at least), so as he was passing through Hyrule, he didn’t see the harm in looking around a bit first. Maybe he’d actually learn to read some Hylian.
…so that means “Bakery…” he thought as he smelled the goods from just outside. It actually smelled pretty good. Maybe he’d step in, now that he’d learned his lesson from that bunny guy and carried some Rupees…
He carefully maneuvered his tool cart into the bakery. Wow, all this stuff looked good! He’d have to remember to get his pet Cat Slime something, too. He just hoped there was no “three hundered Rupees for a single cupcake” nonsense.
“Oh, take your time!” he called back cheerfully. “Need a bit to look anyway!”
Wait, that voice sounded oddly familiar…
She shrugged, smirking to herself. “Whatever floats your boat.”
After
mixing everything together, the final touches were added. Angie topped
the shotgun elixir with whipped cream and drizzle of chocolate. Once
everything was set, she put a plastic top on, grabbed a straw, and
headed over to the repairman’s table.
“Thank you,” he nodded, taking the cup gratefully. He took a moment to stare at his drink. Why was it called “the Shotgun”…? He shrugged, and the straw bulged as he managed to suck up the whole thing in one gulp.
The veins seemed to fade from his eyes, which regained their normal blank whiteness. He sighed in relief.
And jolted upright. His eyes seemed…just a little bit too wide. He leaned forward to steady himself on the table as he started to shake uncontrollably. Occasionally he twitched, with an odd clicking noise.
Wait, were flashes of color appearing in his eyes…?
The
cosmic watcher hummed in response. The name was self explanatory; it
showed exactly what the fellow repairer was doing. His real name wasn’t
presented, but there’s no need to ask him about it.
Rosalina
watched the Fourth Wall Repairer carried over the cart before
proceeding back to his work. “Dear sir, perhaps you would like some
assistance?” she asked.
“No!” he exclaimed, a little too quickly. He seemed to realize how forceful that sounded after a moment, and cleared his throat.
“…No, thanks,” he tried again. “You’ve helped me plenty already!”
He gave a smile, and pulled a few planks from his toolbox. Setting them aside, he began digging for a hammer and nail.
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