“A… Blob of ink?” This only seemed to confuse Susumu further. “A
slime? Usually when humans have these big metal boxes, there’s food in
them… But gosh, I never knew you could fit a whole house in here!”

“But… You guys aren’t monsters, right?” Quartz asked. “That blob of ink… He doesn’t eat Denpa-Men, does he?”

“Oh,
that’s right!” Susumu excalimed. “Uh… As you might have guessed, I’m
Susumu, and that girl with the white hair is Quartz. The one with the
shades is Bonk, and the square-headed girl is Beep. Oh, the pink girl
with glasses is Bowyetta. Pink Denpas are extra fragile, so be careful
with her especially, okay?”

Cat Slime shook his head, explaining that this was just a “box of stuff”. He didn’t seem to think there was anything unusual about his house being in a box, as he quirked an eyebrow at that remark.

He was quick to shake his head. No, neither of them ate Denpas.

However, when he heard the other Denpas’ names, it had to be more than a coincidence. Frantically, he was squeaking questions and exclamations all over again, shaking, wondering if he could do something to help his shrunken amnesiac family.

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Even without the fourth wall repairer’s crooked pig latin, the
gourmand fairy understood him and his normal language as clear as a
crystal. “oNay obpray! Iyay’may alwaysyay appyhay otay elphay! (No prob!
I’m always happy to help!)” she smiled at the blob.

“Right…ray…ugh, I’m sorry, I’m botching this, I know. Thank you for putting up with that…” he finally gave up trying Pig Latin, as she clearly understood that last English sentence.

He shook his head.

“Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, where exactly are we going?”

Medical hopped down, giving an excited squeak, and gave Cat Slime a
playful nudge. She then began proudly squeaking about how they were
brother and sister, and how Bowyetta had created them both, along with
several other slimes. Of course, she didn’t forget to mention Kitterah
and her pet Aggie.

“Mr. Sir?” Bowyetta asked, a concerned look
on her face. “You are being okay? You are having left much suddenly…
Everything is alright, isn’t it?”

“Well, now that we’re all back
together, why do we show you three what all we brought?” Susumu asked,
picking up one of the boxes. “We’ve got sandwiches, a cake, drinks,
Bowyetta even made coleslaw! Hey, it’s a big day, ya know? I know, your
first meeting with the girls wasn’t all that glamorous, but maybe we can
make up for that, eh?”

Unfortunately for Medical, Marie did not understand Slime. She stood there, bemused, watching the slime squeak away.

The Repairman smiled, shrugging with one hand.

“Eh, I’ll…I’ll be fine,” he said. Hopefully he wouldn’t be replaced anytime soon…

His worries were put aside when Susumu reminded them all it was a lunch gathering.

“Hey, thanks! Heh, you didn’t have to do all this…”

Cat Slime had fewer reservations than his owner, and dashed over to the box enthusiastically hopping up and down. Marie, however, stood still, stunned that this was all happening on her first day.

“…I mean, are you sure it’s okay?” she asked.

“…My suit is made from a vending machine. Sometimes that happens. If I
could stop it, I would.” He chuckled nervously and looked off into the
distance. “Whatever you to it’s best to do it fast. The zombies get
pretty active at night, and the sun looks like it’s going down fast.”

“Um, okay…” the Repairman said, cautiously. “You think they’d go after us?”

He gestured towards his and Marie’s ink-and-paint forms.

Marie’s form was currently yanking at the door, sweating as the door seemed to bend and warp to her will. It was far from opening, still, but any weaker door would be torn from the frame by now.

“C’mon…” she grunted, ”gotta…get…this…done!”

Bowyetta stopped painting for a moment, and turned back to Mr. Sir
with a concerned look. “She is looking any better at all, Mr. Sir?” She
turned back to her painting job. “There is just being a little bit left
to be going…” She quickly finished up her painting job, before putting
the buckets and brush back into her hair and producing a mirror. “You
are looking much perfect now!”

The shadow looked at herself in the mirror, looking sad. “But… Bowyetta is looking just as she did before…”

“Yes.
Bowyuetta… Is realizing that she is being perfect as she is,” Bowyetta
remarked. “She is not needing of anyone else to be telling her who to
being. Bowyetta is knowing who she is being, and everyone is loving of
her just as she is being!”

The shadow say there in silence for
a moment. Then after a few moments, it started to… Fade away. Before it
completely vanished however, it could be heard saying “…Thanking of you
muchly.”

Bowyetta stood up, and turned back to Mr. Sir.
“Bowyetta is thinking she would like to be leaving now,” she said,
turning back toward the exit. As she did so, however, something felt…
Off. She started to feel very dizzy, but she couldn’t place why. “Oww!”
Was all she could say, before she fell to the ground with a metallic thunk.

“…Yeah, she is…” he sighed, in the middle of shampooing the shadow’s hair.

Finally done, he hopped down and moved next to Bowyetta, ready to see what the shadow thought of their handiwork.

He didn’t do or say much else, except proudly pat Bowyetta on the back for her epiphany.

He smiled as he waved to the fading shadow, partly happy that she wasn’t going to menace anyone anymore, but also because he was glad to do a good job in fixing her up.

“Yeah, let’s go and–”

He jumped as Bowyetta fell to the ground.

“GAH! You okay? Speak to me!”

He frantically reached into his blue toolbox and produced a rather large stretcher. He struggled to lift her onto it, but to no avail.

“…Sorry ‘bout this…” he muttered, before digging into her hair, trying to find her arrows. He was sure they could help out…

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Alice’s
smile seems to grow just a little more as the other toon gets her words
stuck on her tongue, she had a soft spot in her heart for people who
got nervous easily and smaller toons. It was just something  that
happened thanks to the years of hanging out with Boris and Bendy.
Probably wasn’t best to think of that can of worms right now. So she
keeps on smiling and buries the past into the back of her mind. Her
expression remains soft when she’s asked what her name is.

“Me? My names Alice Angel, what’s your name?” she says almost humming the words

“M-Marie…” she stammered. “Pleased to meet you…”

She tentatively extended a hand to shake, still trying to avoid eye contact.

She suddenly stood up straight, noticing how ill-fitting her own green bow was in a sepia game world like this. To say nothing of her color or animations…

The obvious bad line about angels escaped her, perhaps for the better. Instead, she merely began twisting her bow awkwardly. As it slowly spun, it began to grow thinner, and become black and white.

“Er…” she tried to make some conversation, ”…so my brother was never clear on what this place was…saw a lot of posters…what is this place…?”

Frantically, she looked up, waving her arms across each other.

“N-not that this is a bad place at all! You have a nice world to live in! I…I just meant…”

She lapsed into silence, tugging on either side of her bow in embarrassment.