A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.
“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”
He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.
“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”
//shit, who do I reblog this from?
“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”
//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!
“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”
//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!
“No”
//too bad!
Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species.
It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.
“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”
“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”
“TOO LATE”
It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.
He said nothing for a moment, until a mysterious table walked up to him and handed over a card. The Repairman nodded as the table also left a large bottle labeled only “XXX”.
As the table disappeared just as oddly as it had arrived, the inkblot pulled out a yellow rotary phone and began to dial the number he just got.
“…Hello? Is this Cyriak’s Home for the Suddenly Surreal?…Yeah, hi. This is the Fourth Wall Repairman…No, I’m not checking in just yet…Listen, a few friends of mine have suddenly started acting…odd, and I was wondering–Oh? Okay…”
He held the phone up for a moment, so the clerk on the other end could hear everything.
“…So how bad is it?” he asked, after putting it back up against the side of his head. “Oh. I see…no, you’re not getting an address– Look, I can’t just send them there…”
He sighed, and picked up the bottle.
“…I understand,” he finally said. “If I can’t fix this, I’ll call you after the hangover…Yes. Thank you. Yes. Yeah. Yep. Goodbye.”
A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.
“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”
He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
His guilty pleasure happens to be his favorite song: the timeless ditty known as the Pennsylvania Polka. Boy, would he be mortified if someone knew about that.
As for the unguiltiest of his pleasures, that would probably be his quiet enjoyment of stick-figure animation worlds. He admires how much can be done with the most basic of Toons.
“And don’t look at ME like that!”
Galanthus shot back, still making sure to float above the blob so he can
look DOWN. “Considering I didn’t even know it was there until just a
moment ago, and I’m clearly not strong enough to break it, I think it’s
rather safe to assume I didn’t do it. Which leaves the mysterious being
who only appeared AFTER it was broken but BEFORE anyone ELSE knew it was
broken to repair it.”
Galanthus flew a little closer to the
repairman. “That seems mighty suspicious if you ask me.” He backed off
and gave a shrug, “Not that it really matters to me. As long as my
flower is safe.”
If the Repairman had a nose, he would be pinching the bridge of it at this moment.
“No, no, it doesn’t work like…”
He shook his head, taking a moment to think about how to put this.
“Look, if you don’t want me constantly putting cement over your flower, I need to know what happened. Before I came over here, did you say or notice anything…weird? Like, meta-ish?”
He really didn’t want to break the Wall here. Not with a fairy who has a very short fuse.
“Eep!” Shinko was slightly surprised when the siren popped up, glancing up at it before looking down at the Repairman.
“Uh… we didn’t accidentally make a crack already, did we?” she asked with a sheepish smile.
As it turned out, Crystal was currently chatting up with Belial at the Akuma Cafe about Belial’s old flames.
“…you might have,” the Repairman mused, after taking a quick moment to figure out where the problem was. He smiled cheerfully.
“Guess now’s as good a time as any, huh?” he said, making his way towards Akuma Cafe, cart in tow.
“BE STOPPING OF THIS!! RIGHT NOW!! BOTH OF YOU!!”
Bowyetta
had had quite enough of this. She could put up with her aching legs and
an imposter wanting to chop her up… But finding that one of her best
friends had been lying to her was more than she could handle. She
turned on the Repairman first. “You… You are finding Bowyetta to being a
monster? You are… Wanting to kill her…?”
She then turned to
“Bowyetta”. “This is what you thinking Bowyetta is wanting?! You are
thinking Bowyetta to being THIS horrible?! You are not being ANYTHING
like Bowyetta. You will NEVER being of ANYTHING LIKE BOWYETTA!” Tears
were streaming down her face. “Bowyetta… IS NEVER WANTING TO BE SEEING OF YOU EVER AGAIN!!”
But,
“Bowyetta” only went silent for a moment. “…Nyu hu… Nyu huhuhuhu…” The
aura around her began to grow, until it started to cloud the entire
room. “If this is how you are feeling…”
Bowyetta screamed, and
then the darkness cleared from the room. She and the imposter were
nowhere to be found. Rather, in the center of the room was some sort of…
blob-like creature. Its body seemed to be liquid, yet was also
metallic, and full of swirling colors. It had an odd face, with
window-like eyes and a mouth that seemed to be stitched up. It had a
single arm protruding from the top of its head, that seemed to be
holding some kind of striped object… But where was Bowyetta?
The Repairman leaped into the air, intent on cutting that arm off the shadow’s head with a buzzsaw. As the real Bowyetta screamed for him to stop, he came to a halt in midair, with the sound of a tire screeching. Upon the first “you”, he fell to the ground with a plop, looking at her with a mix of shock and confusion. As she questioned him, his eyes widened, and he unconsciously dropped both tools.
“N-no…I was talking to that thing…wasn’t even going to…”
He trailed off, his eyes tilting towards the floor. This was not how it was supposed to go at all…
He couldn’t even muster up the energy to cheer for Bowyetta as she went off on her imposter. As he quietly put the tools away, he felt her last shout was going to apply to him, too…
He turned to leave, but noticed the aura as it passed him. He turned back as Bowyetta screamed, only to find an enormous creature of liquid metal where the two were. And it looked like it was holding…
“Bowyetta!”
Frantically, he looked around, digging into a scrap pile until he found a comically oversized saw, a lump of metal, and a large, heavy steel dome.
“Hang on!”
Quickly, he set up the seesaw and hoisted the dome. It took some doing, but he was able to lift it. Sweating profusely, he stood on one end of the saw, and hurled the weight to the other.
He was flung into the air, right above the creature’s head…
“Uwa… B-Bowyetta is thinking so… We must be leaving quickly, Mr. Sir.”
However,
Bowyetta” was absolutely furious. She grabbed Bowyetta’s wrist, and
quickly turned on the Repairman. All the fake sweetness had disappeared
from her voice. “You having lied to Bowyetta? You not wanting to help
her at all, are you?! You are not finding her to be beautiful. You are finding Bowyetta to be horrible, disgusting, repulsive, a monster!”
“But, do not be worrying. Mr. Sir~” Her false sweetness had come back. “Is all going to change, now that you having given her to me~” She then began dragging Bowyetta towards the center of the room.
The Repairman was also quick to lose his fake affection.
“You’re right,”he snapped. “I do see a monster! And cutting up my friend is not going to help that.”
He quickly pulled out a buzzsaw and a power drill and began to pursue the fake Bowyetta.
“Come here,” the Repairman called out, in pursuit of this thing, “and I’ll show you the problem!”
He wasn’t going to kill her, no. But he did plan to remove everything that clearly didn’t belong to this abomination.
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?
Passive aggressive comments, when someone seems like they’re knowingly and willingly making his life harder. He doesn’t normally go behind someone’s back unless the subject is brought up with someone else.
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
Well, the Repairman can take or tell a joke. He doesn’t actually like slapstick that much, but he does enjoy clever wordplay and character humor. As for if he’s funny, well, you be the judge!
1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?
2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?
3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?
4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?
5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?
6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?
7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?
10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?
11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?
12. What is their favourite food?
13. What is their least favourite food?
14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?
15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?
18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else
19. What’s their least favourite genres?
20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?
21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?
23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?
29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?
30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?
31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?
32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?
33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?
34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?
37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?
38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?
39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?
40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?
41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?
42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?
43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?
44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?
45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?
46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?
47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?
48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?
49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?
50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?
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