The red Denpa caught sight of some large metal object, about to come
down on Susumu’s head. “Susumu, look out!” She warned, quickly pulling
her out of the way.

However, instead of some sort of crushing object, what dropped in
front of the group was… A piece of the pie from before? “Um… Thank…
You?” Susumu asked, confused. Well, they had better start eating before
this thing changed its mind…

“But we’re still trapped back here,” The red Denpa remarked. “We’re not hurt, but we can’t move this thing ourselves.”

“But why are you helping us?!” The white-haired Denpa demanded.
“You’re just going to eat us when you get us out of here, aren’t you?!”

Cat Slime nodded. It was nice to be appreciated, even if some of your sweets had to go for it to happen.

He grabbed the busted internet router by the antenna and dragged it aside so they could move.He recoiled at the idea of eating these things, and stuck a grey tongue out in disgust.

Still, it would seem they would want out after this, so he went up to the door to open it. Only to immediately close it, shivering.

“Sorry, Cat Slime!” the Repairman’s voice called out, genuinely sounding worried. “S-s-surprise blizzard! Stay in there, please!”

Tippy tried her best to get up off the ground without using her arms,
and eventually just ended up using her wings to prop herself up
slightly.

“I know where there’s a few doctors on the island,” she answered.
“Only problem is, I don’t know what time they close, or how far they are
from here. Well… There IS a healer in the Tamazon Jungle somewhere…
Only problem is, I don’t know if I can exactly trust Kole to heal me or
not. She might give me some weird potion that… Anyway, what do you think
we should do?”

The Repairman looked around, hoping to spot any landmark other than sand.

“…Uh, if that jungle is closest…” he said, uncertainly, “we may have to visit Kole…”

He pulled a wheelchair from his hammerspace, as well as his pet Cat Slime.

“We’ll be ready for her, though, right?” he asked, proffering the chair.

Cat Slime, meanwhile, was in the middle of lathering up with sunscreen when Tippy caught his eye. He began squeaking in confusion, for this was the first time he met another cat…

askthefwrp reblogged/liked for an Edith Up roleplay

The gourmand fairy listened carefully
all the way as the fellow blob trying to speak Pig Latin to her. Her
home language, even though there were some people that understood her
without any problems. However, some people like this stranger didn’t
comprehend this language easily.

And so, the fellow was
called the Fourth Wall Repairman. Why, where was his real name? No
Steven? Carl? Frank? Perhaps Edith will ask him later.

“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay? (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)”

Huh.
Edith was a little lost at what the Fourth Wall Repairer meant by that.
There wasn’t seem to be any sign of interruption. In fact, she wasn’t
being interrupted. And so, the fairy simply shook her head in response.

The
food fairy couldn’t help but stare at the knocked out and slobbering
darktoon. From what it seemed, that thing didn’t look like it was going
to leave.

“eyHay, oday youyay annaway omecay ithway emay
otay ymay omehay aceplay? (Hey, do you wanna come with me to my home
place?)“ Edith offered in question. “ouldnWay’tay antway youyay ickstay
aroundyay ithway atthay yuckyyay ingthay overyay erethay. (Wouldn’t want
you stick around with that yucky thing over there.)“

“Oh good…ay,” the Repairman said, glad he wasn’t stopping her from doing anything important right now.

After a moment to understand what she said, he shrugged. He thought the way to the break in the Wall was the way she was going anyhow.

“Er…shay,” he finally said, before taking one last glance at the drooling monster. “Eugh…ey…” (Sure. Eugh…)

Shaking his head, he took his cart and packed it away into his hammerspace. Big help that thing was on the ice, anyway. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the thing (first frozen, then knocked out…). He pulled out a can of sardines, and a fairly generic ham.

“Should…ay…I eavelay eesthay orfay that ingthay?” (Should I leave these for that thing?)

Bowyetta let out a yelp as the crowbar pulled on her body.
“B-Bowyetta can not being a mother! She can hardly be caring for
herself!”

The white-haired girl spoke up. “Bowyetta, what’s wrong?
From what I’ve heard, having kids is wonderful! What could have
happened to make you not want-”

It was then that she realized what
she had asked. Bowyetta would never say it herself, but… Was she afraid
that she would end up hurting Barrette somehow? …Was she afraid that
she would end up becoming like Smithy…?

“Bowyetta… Is not wishing for any harm to be coming to her child. Is why it is not good for her to being around Bowyetta.”

At this point, the Repairman gave up on the crowbar idea. Tossing it aside haphazardly, he pulled a jack out from behind his back and placed it inside the toolbox. Its sides contorted outward as he raised the jack.

“…There you go,” he grunted, once it was wide enough for her to slip out. Then what she said finally hit him.

“What do you mean you’d harm her–”

Oh.

“…You mean like…NO!”

With alarming speed, he pulled Bowyetta up.

“You are not him, you are nothing like him, and look! She has several aunts who can help ya! Just…”

He looked at Barrette sadly.

“…Be what Smithy wasn’t, okay?”

Songbird watched curiously as he tried to pick the lock, unable to do
much from inside the cage. Her wings drooped once it became clear he
couldn’t get it open. But he hadn’t given up yet, judging by the fact
that he pulled another device from… somewhere. She listened as the
inkblot read the instructions and followed them. When he got to ‘take
cover’, Songbird looked around but there wasn’t exactly anything to hide
her. She backed up a little, but still got covered in soot when
the ‘lock remover’ blew.

“…Now, why would I need to…”

Realization hit the Repairman just half a second before the explosion did. He was flung back into the wall, and when the smoke cleared, it looked like he didn’t have eyes.

That is, until he shook the soot off.

“Eugh, shoulda known…”

His eyes widened, as it turned out somehow the lock seemed no worse for wear. He threw his arms up angrily.

“Really, Acme?! Really? You not only send dynamite, but defective dynamite! Unbelievable!”

He hadn’t noticed that the seemingly intact lock had already disintegrated while he was ranting.

It didn’t take long for Bowyetta to scoop Mr. Sir into another hug. “Of
course Bowyetta is meaning, Mr. Sir,” she answered, her voice now taking
on a much softer tone. “Bowyetta would not tell you anything that was
not being true. You are much being more important than you are thinking,
Mr. Sir. You are very much important to Bowyetta, to Beepsumu, to
Bonkakira… Even Medical is liking of you very much.” Her voice was
starting to shake at this point. “Is not being much, Bowyetta is
knowing. But… You are meaning very much to someone, and that is being
all that matters.” She then looked right at him. She… Looked like she
was about to burst into tears herself. “Now Mr. Sir, please be finishing
of your soup? Be doing it for Bowyetta, so we can be going downstairs?”

“Hurk!”

His crying didn’t skip a beat as he moved from the blanket to Bowyetta’s arms, though it did become much softer as she spoke. He didn’t even notice how tightly he was holding on to her in return.

“…Okay…” the inkblot whispered after a moment. He was very much touched by all this, and after taking a moment to finish sobbing.

“…Your…your soup smells good,” he said, faintly smiling.

Cat Slime squeaked, the inkblot’s spoon in his mouth and worry in his eyes. He proffered the spoon to his caretaker.

“…Thank you both,” the inkblot said, settling back down and beginning to eat.

“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]

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askthefwrp:

kitterahsdollhouse:

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kitterahsdollhouse:

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kitterahsdollhouse:

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?”

*that hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting* One-? *realization hits her* nonononono! that’s not what I meant at all! No, you’re not one-note at all! *floats over to him, visibly upset as well* I’m sorry for the joke.

As Kitterah floated over to him, the Repairman was taking a few ragged breaths.

“I mean,” he mumbled, more to himself than Kitterah, “I k-know I was never the most complex T-Toon, and I did nothing but fix the st…the stup…the Wall for decades, but I have developed, I have grown, I have…”

His words faded into unintelligible gibberish as he buried his head into Kitterah’s stomach, sobbing with comically oversized tears.

“I don’t doubt it.” She patted him comfortingly, not caring about any ink that got on her. “I may not have known you back then, but at the very least I’ve heard about it.” She decides to hug him as tightly as his inky body would allow.

Schlorp. Kitterah’s arms practically went through the Repairman’s liquid form, leaving them submerged. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he hugged her back, blobby arms wrapped around her.

“…I…I…Sorry…” he finally sniffled. “…I-I didn’t mean to bring everything down…th-thank you…”

Kitterah would hug him tighter if she could, but from how far her arms had already sunk she was pretty sure they’d go all the way through. Once Rep sniffled she pulled away a little so he could see her face. She smiled at him, “It’s fine, what else are friends for? Do you feel better at least?”

“…Yeah…” he said, after a couple of deep breaths, “I…I think I do.”

He smiled, weakly at first, but he was truly grateful for this. To think there was a time he was just content mindlessly doing his job! Ha!

He hopped down.

“Yep, I do!”

However, the Denpas also felt the movement, but it affected them much
more due to their small size. They let out a scream as they were
suddenly flung against the wall, and to make matters worse, several
objects were flung at them as well. None of them got hurt by it, but…
They did have a feeling that they were trapped.

“Hey! Can anyone
hear us? We’re trapped in here! Pkease let us out!” These metal boxes
usually belonged to humans, right? Susumu thought she could get their
attention from here, but… No response.

“Please, we’re just a bunch
of hungry Denpa-Men!” The red Denpa spoke up. “We don’t want any
trouble! We just need something to eat and drink!”

Cat Slime looked up at the cries for help. Oh, it was just those pests, never mi–

Wow, they sounded like they were in trouble! And not just from being caught eating his pie!

He looked at them sympathetically as they explained their problem. Finally, he sighed, digging for a spoon. When he found it he scooped a sizable chunk of pie and gently placed the spoon in front of the blue Denpa.

He squeaked in a way asking if any of them were hurt or pinned by anything.

Black, White, and Purple

“What was I doing before  meeting you?” Shalbie said thinking out loud.
“Nothing really just walking around town trying to find something fun to
do I guess. It gets boring you know, being the only one of your kind
and not having people to do shadow things with, we can only be  under  
direct sunlight for so long before it starts to affect us, and
everything in this place is mostly only open during the day.”  He added
explaining to the repairman what he was doing before they  found each
other.

“…Oh…” the Repairman managed, looking at Shalbie sympathetically. “Jeez…”

After a moment’s thought, he reached into his hammerspace and pulled out an umbrella, a purple hoodie, a bottle of sunscreen, and a pair of sunglasses.

“…Would these help at all, do you think?” he asked, handing them to the shadow. “I don’t know what kinds of things sunlight does to you, but maybe these could help deflect it…?”