“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]
I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*
“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”
He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.
“Am I really…that one-note?”
I just stared as the Repairman pushed a small, silver radio/CD player through the back window.
“Well
it’s unusual for sure, but I dunno about cruel. Unless you set it to
the country music station!”, said Wheezy, laughing as he snuffed out two
spent cigarettes on the underside of his pork pie hat.“We gotta think of something perfect for this bulky!”, cried Stupid. “But what’s good enough for him?”
“I’ll tell you what’s good for me, you glorified ferrets!”, snarled the Breaker, “Letting me out of here!”
“Quiet!!”,
screeched Psycho, shaking the box roughly, “Or Wheezy’ll put out his
cigarettes on your face! You wouldn’t want your play doh puss to melt!….
Wheeze…Would you mind?”, he whispered, sotto voce, to Wheezy, who
opened the lid and dangled his lit cigarette over the Breaker’s face.The box was quiet for what turned out to be the whole trip.
-Smartass
The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle at Wheezy’s comment. However, he had to cringe a little when he heard the threats of burnt cigarettes. Yes, the Breaker would be fine in the long run, but still.
Awkward silence followed after that, until they reached their destination.
As the inkblot opened the door to leave, he stopped.
“Hmm,” he mused, noting his opposite’s laziness, “is ‘breaking rocks’ still a thing?”
That would be a fitting punishment, he felt.
“I don’t think Play-Doh is fit to break the bank in his current contrition!” I say, snickering a little bit as the blob stepped out of the passengers side door.
“Where do se drop him, Mr. Repairman?”, asked Stupid. “Golly, you’d know better than us! Police station? Toy store?….uh….police station?”
-Smartass
“I mean, he is still a Toon…don’t know why my Nega-self is stop-motion…” he noted, cringing as the Wall cracked next to him.
He shrugged.
“I dunno, police station, I guess?”
Beep shook her head. “Well, this should be the last one… Sorry, my plan
didn’t exactly work out as I’d hoped…” She looked a bit sad. “But, uh,
yeah, Bonk’s doing okay. She’s upstairs in her room right now, if you
want to see her. Why, is everything okay? Nothing happened to her, did
it?”
“No, I don’t think so, I was just wondering.”
He looked at the recently repaired arrows.
“You guys going to go see Bowyetta?” he asked. “And how’s the food going?”
Green couldn’t help giggling when his hand made contact with Inky’s.
He wasn’t sure what exactly he had been expecting the Repairman’s body
to feel like, but it wasn’t that.“Whoaaa, that is weird!”
he giggled. Suddenly he realized that that might have been offensive,
and rapidly verbally backspaced a clarification. “Not like a bad weird,
though! A good weird! I mean I kinda expected you to feel like a chuchu
but you don’t quite have the right consistency, you feel like sticky
water if that makes any sense? Well I mean I guess ink feels like sticky
water sort of oh hey! My hand is all black now! That’s so neat how do
you do…” Green trailed off, realizing he’d been rambling and was
probably embarrassing Inky or something.“Uh… sorry. I’ll shut up now.”
“…”
The Repairman was unable to blush, but if he could, he would have gone crimson by this point. As it was, he became runnier than normal, and started to withdraw from Green.
He was not at all used to anyone talking about his form like this. Usually people were indifferent, mistaking him for something else, or weirded out. This excitement was just something that seldom happened.
After a moment, he pulled a Stetson from behind his back and put in on his head. He pulled on the brim until the hat seemed to consume him with a slurping sound before gently landing on the ground.
A muffled “…it’s…okay…” could be heard from the hat after a moment.
She rolled her eyes. “Believe me when I say, I think they appreciate
the interruption. When I first got here, everyone was asking me
questions about who I was, where I came from, what I was created for…
makes a Toon girl feel a bit existential, ya know?”Shinko let out
a small sigh before giving the Repairman a small smile. “Trust me,
they’ll be interested in you. And when you do finally swing by, I’ll try
my best to catch up to you as soon as I can so I can show you around!”
“Existential, huh?” he echoed. “Heh…Something tells me I’ll be there a few times, then!”
He winked at Shinko.
“…Better not hear of you intentionally breaking the Wall for lil’ ol’ me, though!” he joked. In truth, he wouldn’t have minded so much, just the one time.
Speaking of the Wall, his siren light suddenly popped up like the last surviving mole in an arcade. Apparently the Repairman was needed somewhere.
Black, White, and Purple
Great this new shadow must have been brought to the light world not
so long ago, and while Shalbie didn’t remember most of his early years,
he’d be damn sure this little guy did. “Yeah, yeah I get it you
haven’t found your light self… I’ll help!” Shalbie said as he looked
closely at the repairman.“ Lets see you look a bit short and your
temper is pretty volatile…. and you like to fix things besides thinking
your work is the finest in Hyrule…” Shadow added as he began to
“measure” the repairman. “I know you are the Blacksmith’s shadow!” He
said in excitement. this was a great achievement on Shalbie’s part since
he now could have an apprentice and not only that said relationship
would also be a shadow version the relationship between Albie and
Gulley’s father.
The Repairman was just twisting a vice to bring each side of the hole together when the shadowy person said something about “light self”.
“What? Light self? What do you think I–?”
He was interrupted as this person listed off several apparent traits.
“Well, yeah, I’m sho–volatile temper?!–I mean–”
He gave up trying to keep up, and went back to tightening the vice. Whatever made the kid happy, he could yammer all he wanted.
“Uh-huh,” he inattentively replied to the boy, rooting in his hammerspace for some duct tape.
(Askthefwrp)
“Hey, um, I don’t think I got your name…”
The
star lady was surprised, and she placed her hand in the middle of her
chest. “Oh dear, I haven’t introduce myself from the beginning, haven’t
I? Where are my matters?”“My name is Rosalina, and it is pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” the Repairman chuckled. “And charmed. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman.”
He began pushing his cart over to the other side. Much easier without spacesickness. And a platform between here and there. Overall, he was trying to think of a good way to thank Rosalina…
“Bowyetta” was starting to get suspicious. “How… Are you hearing of
anything outside of the Factory~? These walls are blocking of much
sound~ Is nothing but rain out of there anyway~”When her hair was
mentioned, her expression turned from suspicion to fear, and she pulled
away. “No, no~! Do not be taking of Bowyetta’s pieces~!” Upon closer
inspection, she DID, in fact, have four arms- One of which was
protruding from her hair. It seemed to be from a Yaridovich. Come to
think of it, MOST of the pieces in her hair seemed to be from a
Yaridovich, with a few pieces from Axems mixed in as well. “B-Bowyetta
must be looking her best at all times~! These are being very important
to that~!”Meanwhile, Bowyetta reached into her hair, hoping to
find something that could silence her footsteps. Her old slippers would
have to do. She quickly put them on, and upon taking a few steps, she
could walk without making so much noise. She quickly made her way to the
door. …But… She couldn’t just leave without Mr. Sir. Behind
“Bowyetta’s” back, she motioned for him to follow her.And that was when “Bowyetta” backed into her, knocking her over with a solid CLUNK.
“No, no, but we can at least straighten your hair, put a little gel…”
His voice trailed off as he saw the two Bowyettas about to collide with each other.
“Juststepthiswayandwecanbe–”
CLUNK.
The Repairman winced, immediately rushing to try and help the real Bowyetta up without a second thought.
“…You okay?” he asked, before realizing he just made things worse.
bold what your muse CAN do, italicise what they can SORT OF do —— REPOST, don’t reblog.
BAKE A CAKE FROM SCRATCH | RIDE A HORSE | DRIVE A SUBMARINE | SPEAK A SECOND LANGUAGE | DANCE
| CATCH A FISH | PLAY AN INSTRUMENT | THROW A PUNCH | BUILD A DECK (it won’t look pretty but eh) |
ICE SKATE | UNCLOG A DRAIN | PROGRAM A COMPUTER | CHANGE A FLAT TIRE | FIRE A GUN | SEW | JUGGLE | PLAY POKER | PAINT | FLY A KITE | SCULPT | WRITE POETRY | CHANGE A DIAPER | SING (not alone) |SHOOT A BOW AND ARROW | RIDE A BIKE | SWIM |
SAIL A BOAT | DO A BACK FLIP | PLAY CHESS | GIVE CPR | PITCH A TENT |
FLIRT | STITCH A WOUND | READ PALMS | USE CHOPSTICKS | WRITE IN
CURSIVE/CALLIGRAPHY | USE AN ELECTRIC DRILL | BRAID HAIR | MAKE A CAMPFIRE (not a safe one, though) | MAKE A MIXED DRINK | DO SUDOKU PUZZLES | WRAP A GIFT | GIVE A GOOD MASSAGE | JUMP-START A CAR | ROLL THEIR TONGUE | DO MAGIC TRICKS / SORCERY (sleight of hand is easy with hammerspace) | DO YOGA (a lack of a spine helps) | TIE A TIE | SKIP A ROCK | SHUFFLE A DECK OF CARDS | READ MORSE CODE | PICK A LOCK
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