Galanthus
turned to the repairman again, “What do you mean a ‘reality’ wall? If
it’s not built by the humans, then who built it? ‘Cause it sure isn’t
natural.” Hey, you’d be touchy too if you could possibly die because
someone decided to mess with your “turf”. “It’s kinda hard NOT to worry
about it when- nevermind. Just tell if it’ll go away.”

“Uh…”

Hoo boy. This would be difficult.

“…Well…humans did make it, but not the humans here…” he tried, pulling out a plank and some nails just in case. Thankfully, it seemed vague enough. He knew not to look at the camera when saying things like that, so the Wall’s only response was to creak a little

“It’s…kind of hard to explain…”

He silently thanked his lucky stars that the fairy gave him an out.

“…Yeah, it should fade pretty soon, as long as you ignore it.”

For the Repairman, it wouldn’t fade, but other seemed to stop noticing the Wall after a bit, so he hoped this was true for the fairy.

As soon as the Repairman approached Spackledorf, he sat up and hissed
at the blob, spewing more of the same purple goop from his mouth.
Jingletooth spoke up once more “THAT is DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL!!”

Spackledorf,
meanwhile, was beginning to glow an odd purple color. He hovered off of
the bed slightly, and began to hover towards Jingletooth. His face was
hard to see, but he had a somewhat menacing look about him. The dog did
find this somewhat off-putting, but she gave another nervous smile. “He
just wants a HUG!” She attempted to do so, but all Spackledorf did in
response was scratch at her face before dashing off toward the portal.

Purple goop…? What kind of…

Ohhh…

The Repairman was quick to shake off the goop. He was not going to get a contact possession!

He turned to see Jingletooth try to embrace this demon.

“Wait, no–!”

He wasn’t at a good angle to see the attack, but he winced as the demon struck. The thing seemed to take a certain interest in that portal…

Oh no.

The Repairman was there first, pulling a variety of things out of his hammerspace. Garlic, vials of holy water, a variety of holy symbols (crosses, stars, and moons, mainly), silver spoons, salt, and anything else the inkblot could think of stood between the demon and the portal.

With that done, he went to do the same to the door. On the way he grabbed Jingletooth’s hand and brought her with him. As he began flinging more anti-supernatural stuff, he hissed, “What happened?!”

*Aggie has brought 2 yellow ribbons, one for Rep and the other for Cat Slime. He squeaks happily while handing them over* (Kitterah [TK: i totally forgot Aggie wanted to give ribbons!])

Cat Slime squeaked happily at being given a ribbon, and immediately began twirling it around, clearly not knowing what else you’re supposed to do with it. Still, he seemed happy and quite grateful for the gift.

The Repairman knelt down and pet Aggie, happily putting his ribbon on the now very festive clothespin.

A tiny hand stuck itself through a small gap in the wall, holding out both a yellow and violet ribbon, adorned with orange feathers. The person used magic to make it float in the air like an item, and right below it was a plate of cookies, “I don’t know much about you, but I know what you do is important to us all. Thank you.” The small minish then snuck away from the scene.

The Repairman was not expecting to see a floating, ribboned charm coming towards him with a plate of cookies underneath. Even if Hyrule was a magical land, he was pretty sure this world wasn’t that insane.

Ah. It was a tiny person using magic. Okay.

As the minish snuck away, the Repairman called out, “No, thank you for all this!”

He gratefully took one of the cookies. It tasted all the sweeter after the fact his job was important was acknowledged.

He looked at the ribbons and, after a moment’s thought, put them around his wrist, and sticking the feathers between where his ring and pinky fingers would be.

“You….you fix walls with chewing gum?”, I
asked, not able to believe it. “No wonder they keep on breaking!” I
snorted and shook my head.

We each carried a box full of the
living lumps of Breaker to the back of the open truck and inelegantly
shoved them in there. We heard muffles curse words from whichever box
had his face in it. I hope for his sake he was upside down.

“So where to? Back to where we picked you up?”

-Smartass

“Look,” the Repairman asked indignantly, “do you fix the Fourth Wall? I know what I’m doing!”

He would have gone on a bigger tirade, but he had been sculpted, splattered, framed, and terrified today. It just wasn’t worth it at this point. Besides, the Toon Patrol had just helped him with those nasty rumors.

He sighed.

“Sorry, just…yeah.”

After a moment, he sighed.

“Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.”

Stream on Saturday!

askthefwrp:

[[After a bajillion years of not animating, I’m going to painstakingly see if I, as an amateur, can out-animate the creators of the Zelda cartoon, by recreating this scene:

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We probably won’t finish then, but we’ll have a decent framework to go on, at least.

Stream will prolly start around 3:00 PM, Eastern Standard Time, and I’ll prolly be talking to you lovely people as well! Hope to see you there!]]

((Before I go on PC to work on replies, here’s a quick headcanon for the Repairman:

He very rarely sleepwalks (even less often than he actually sleeps), but when he does, he has a tendency to “sleep-repair” by picking up random objects and slamming them against the nearest wall.

I dunno, what do you guys think?))

Stream on Saturday!

askthefwrp:

[[After a bajillion years of not animating, I’m going to painstakingly see if I, as an amateur, can out-animate the creators of the Zelda cartoon, by recreating this scene:

image

We probably won’t finish then, but we’ll have a decent framework to go on, at least.

Stream will prolly start around 3:00 PM, Eastern Standard Time, and I’ll prolly be talking to you lovely people as well! Hope to see you there!]]