That new blender must have just sounded like white noise.

A sudden shout of “IT’S ALIVE!” followed by 10 shots of espresso woke him from his snooze.

Angie
glanced over his way. “Oops! Sorry! It’s just that I haven’t crafted
this drink in a while and it’s coming along perfectly! I’ve got this
part just right!” She laughed.

“Alrighty, big question. Chocolate or caramel?” She placed a hand on her hip.

“GAH!”

The Repairman shot up almost immediately after the shout, and looked towards the coyote in alarm.

“Oh,” he said, almost nodding off again, “Okay. Heh…”

He considered getting chocolate, if only because caramel might stick to his throat. Then he remembered he didn’t have a throat anyway, and said, “Oh, surprise me.”

He really was in no position to decide for himself.

Curiosity Killed the Blot

@bloodstained-ink

The Fourth Wall Repairman stepped into what looked like… a pencil-drawn studio?

Apparently one that had been deserted for some time. The walls and ceiling were coming apart. Oddly enough, a lot of the posters and some wooden cutouts of…someone…were all over the place, and seemed to be in pretty good condition for being abandoned.

As he went through the halls, he wondered why it looked like some things were operational. Maybe it was just a shoddy building, and the people had gone home for the day.

And then the inkblot saw a large machine of some kind. It had a huge tank of ink on one side, and a nozzle on the other. Obviously it had seen some use, as there was a large dried ink stain on the floor under the nozzle. Curious, the Repairman took a closer look at the stain to see what kind of ink it was. Within a few seconds, he recoiled. He had never seen ink like that!

He yelped as he backed into something, or someone…

“Oh, no, no,” Crystal interrupted before Belial could say anything. “Falcon
…” She glared at Belial for a moment before looking back towards the
Repairman. “…and his clan are not an issue. And now I think I remember
you. You came by when Falcon, Bedlam and I were having a Halloween
party, right?” she asked.

Belial rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip as she watched the conversation go on.

Shinko blinked as she looked towards the Repairman, curious as to what his response would be.

The Repairman tilted his head slightly, trying to place Crystal’s face. Slowly, everything clicked.

“…Wait…yeah, that’s right! Hey!” he waved. “Sorry, didn’t recognize you in that outfit!”

He turned to address both her and Shinko.

“I didn’t know you two had the same creator!” he remarked. “What a small multiverse it is!”

He laughed to himself, digging into his cart for some glue. As he did so, he asked, “So how you two been? How’re those shadow guys…?”

“Bowyetta is not being okay, Mr. Sir. Bowyetta’s back is much-”

Bowyetta
couldn’t see what was happening, but she certainly could feel her
stomach drop as the two went flying. She let out another scream. “M-Mr.
Sir?! What happen?!” They ended up hitting the ground behind the shadow,
making a loud clunk as they hit the ground.

The shadow seemed confused by this. “What?! What did you do?!”
She seemed to be having trouble turning around to find them. Bowyetta
once again tried to reach into her hair, but shuddered instead. She
REALLY didn’t want to touch Mr. Sir right now… “Umm… Bowyetta… May be
having of something in her hair, but… She is not able to be reaching of
it right now…”

The Repariman jostled as they landed, but didn’t get off her head any further.

“Sorry, had to get you out of the way,” he said. “Can you hold that thought?”

He pulled out a crowbar and tried once again to pry himself off. As it snapped in half, both pieces fell to the ground with a clatter.

“Dang it…”

As he saw the shadow attempt to turn around, he started turning left and right, frantically looking for something they could hide behind. However, he was distracted by the fact he could…swivel easily?

He slapped his hands over his eyes. Of course…

He rapidly spun counterclockwise on Bowyetta’s head for a second before dropping off with a pop!

Righty tighty, lefty loosey…

He brushed himself off and looked around again. Seeing a large pile of scrap, he grabbed Bowyetta by the hand and ran for cover.

Lousy Play

@wariowareweirdos

The lights flickered on as a small inkblot shuffled into the room. It was night, and he did hope that everyone was either asleep or out of the building. He would have a hard time explaining this otherwise.

As he crept up to the machine on the other side, he looked around to make sure he was in the clear.

He plugged the machine in, and immediately it started blaring chiptune music as Wario’s face appeared on screen, with the words “PRESS START” blinking below.

The Repairman looked at the controller with some uncertainty. He hadn’t really played a game before. He had been in video game worlds, sure (he was in one right now), but he hadn’t actually played one.

Still, he had to see if this was breaking the Wall, so after a minute of searching he pressed the start button.

raidstombs:

WOULD YOU TELL YOUR ROLEPLAY PARTNER:
       

             

      – that their response took too long?

           

             

 

– that their writing isn’t good enough?

           

             

 

– that their portrayal isn’t up to par? 

         

             

   

– that their idea sucks?
                            – that they lack talent?

         

             

   

– that their graphics are ugly?

         

             

   

– that their blog isn’t worth following?

         

             

   

– that they’re not good enough to write with you?

No?
Awesome! Then make sure to give YOURSELF the same courtesy. 

SHOW YOURSELF THE KINDNESS AND PATIENCE YOU SHOW OTHERS!
you are talented. you are unique. you are creative. you are clever. you are WORTHY.

👫 [[if you have any more]]

monokuro-adventures:

-Mr. Sir sometimes helps Beep with Bowyetta’s maintenance. Beep is teaching him everything he needs to know about Bowyers.

-Bowyetta wants to offer Mr. Sir singing lessons, in the hopes that it would boost their confidence, but has been afraid to ask.

-Bonk has been known to offer to teach Mr. Sir how to use a gun on occasion. Mr. Sir violently refuses every time.

-Bowyetta once tried to teach Mr. Sir how to make a slime, but he couldn’t stand to watch. She has no idea why.