“I mean, It’s called the Evolvo-Ray. It evolves animals to be more advanced versions of themselves. No disrespect to you personally, but I thought it was a little obvious. ”
“Ohhh…”
Marie was not expecting something like THIS. All she was told to do was “stand over there or something”. She had no idea that was a lift, or that it led to this weasel’s “Evolvo Ray.” But the weasel seemed friendly enough, so she wasn’t about to complain.
“Yeah, I guess it WAS a little obvious…” the paint blot chuckled. “You know, it’s weird; my brother looked really uneasy about this place. I don’t get it…you’re not exactly a MAD scientist, are you…?”
In a war-torn Suburbia…
A paint spatter kept watch. At least, that’s what the Repairman said Marie was doing. In reality, he didn’t expect anyone to come down the alley he found himself in. He just preferred to keep his job to himself.
Oddly enough, she seemed to think that turning her bow into one made of two small road cones tied by vines was a good way to blend in.
Well, whatever. He would just get the job done and they could get out of–
“REPAIRMAN! REPAIRMAN!” He heard Marie call out. “Someone’s coming! Some guy in orange armor, apparently…”
“What? Where?”
Marie said nothing, but pointed behind her brother…
Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:
👀 OC in their typical underwear 💤 OC in their sleep attire 🔞 OC in something sexy 🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool 👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding) ☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral 👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party) 👑 OC dressed as royalty 🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home 💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater 🚓 OC in a prison uniform 🚲 OC in athletic gear 🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal ❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day 🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire 📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.) 👻 OC in a really bad disguise 📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup 🙎 OC in something embarrassing 👗 OC in something from the 50’s 💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire 💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes 🌁 OC in a hoodie 🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear ♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story) 🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit 🏨 OC in a maid outfit 🏥 OC in a nurse uniform 🐑 OC in farmer wear 👍 OC in a crop top
I’m for this. This week request time.
[[Hey, I may be able to do some threads on mobile, if you don’t mind the lack of trimming and lesser quality and more delayed timing!]]
((Sorry, but the sporadic updating has to start a bit early.))
“W-wait!” The white haired girl suddenly stood up and made her way
over to the toolbox. “You can’t leave yet! Not when Bowyetta is stuck
like this!”
Barrette looked at her mother, who was, indeed, still stuck inside the toolbox, before looking at Mr. Sir again. “Help Mama?”
While
Bowyetta was struggling to get herself back in the toolbox, Bonk had
reached the group and was shocked at what she saw. “Oh my god! Ink Bro!
What happened to Bowyetta? Who did this to her?!”
“B-Bonkakira!”
Bowyetta had had enough. “No one is having done anything to Bowyetta.
Please to be leaving her alone.” With that she tried to get out of the
toolbox, but her shoulder pieces were still stuck on the edge. “Um, Mr.
Sir? Please to be helping Bowyetta getting out of here.”
“Working on it,” said the Repairman, exasperated by how this was going. He scanned the floor and picked up a crowbar.
“I didn’t know what was happening, she just gave me the happy news” (He seemed to soften and smile at Barrette as he said that part) “like, five minutes ago.”
He grunted as he pulled on the crowbar, with the intent of popping Bowyetta out.
“She seemed really panicked, so I told her she could sit in my toolbox, but…”
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 Idid 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…”
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