“JUST please step away from the wall! If it needs to be
repaired the owner can do it themselves and who let you in here anyway> it
seems that there is no damage to the locks so you must have broken in
somehow.” He should have fired a warning shot, but his gut told him it
wasn’t a problem guns could solve.

He shook his head a few times then he kept on questioning
him. “You really have to leave and come with me or I will have to shoot you and
I really don’t want to shoot you. “

“No, no, it’s not that kind of Wall,” the Repairman hastily began to explain, before it hit him that it would probably be futile. Ah well. He could just come back and wrap it up anyway.

“Uh, I just kind of walk to where I need to be,” the inkblot said, lamely. Sadly, that’s the best way he could describe his multiverse travel.

He sighed.

“All right, I’ll follow you.”

He became a blur as his tools and supplies disappeared into his hammerspace, leaving the room almost the way it was before he got there. A faint whistling sound could be heard as he did this.

He stopped in front of the door, waiting for the other.

“Uh… Is it supposed to be making that noise? And that smell?”

“Uhh… Well, about that…” To be honest, Tippy didn’t know anything about fixing Star Dishes. In fact, this was her first time ever trying to make one, and it didn’t look as sturdy as the ones other Star Heroes made. It had several cracks and was showering stardust everywhere, and smelled like it was on fire…

Luckily for her, this guy didn’t seem to be from around here. If he didn’t know anything about Star Dishes either, she could probably fake it until she got someone to fix it.

“…Don’t you worry about a thing, Puff- Er, Paintball,” she reassured him. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll give it a test flight first.” And with that, she hopped onto the rickety Star Dish, taking off high into the sky with a “YATTAH!”

“…Inkball,” the Repairman muttered. Then what she said hit him. “Hey, hang on–!”

He leaped back as the thing took off, looking up into the sky with a worried expression. Yeah she had wings, but those did little good in fiery explosions.

Thinking quickly, he dug into a toolbox and pulled out a fire extinguisher and a pogo stick. It would take a bit to get up there, but hopefully he’d have time…

Boing. Boing. Boing.

Lousy Play

“Not that I know of.” Penny said. She looked back in the direction of
the light. “But for some reason, I don’t think whoever’s here is up to
any good.”

She paused for a moment, then decided what to do.

“I’m going to investigate.” she stated. “You have two choices. Stay right there or follow me.”

“…Well, then,” the Repairman replied, looking uncertainly at the light. Granted, he had a job to do, and she was apparently a plucky girl genius, but then, the job could wait, and neither one of them had any idea what was over there.

“…Let’s see what it is…”

Quickly, he tucked his tool cart into his hammerspace. He would have tiptoed towards the light, but seeing how he lacked legs, it looked more like he was shuffling and stopping to a cartoonishly sneaky rhythm.

Shinko giggled as she hugged the Repairman. “Don’t be sorry! I’m glad
we could all take pictures together!” She glanced over at Crystal with a
grin. “I heard something about going to Cakeman’s?”

Crystal chuckled, “Yes, we’re going to Cakeman’s. Be sure to pack up your mess, okay Repairman?”

Shinko
let go of the inkblot to skip over to Crystal’s side, taking a towel
out of her hammerspace to wipe off any ink on her. “Come on! He’s got
the best baked goods!”

The Repairman beamed, returning the hug. Cat Slime squeezed between them and came out with an audible pop! Clearly pleased, he rubbed his face up against the two of them.

When they were let go, the slime hopped on over and grabbed the pictures off the rack with his mouth, carrying them over to Shinko. Meanwhile, the Repairman pulled out a vacuum and began to suck up the excess tools and supplies. Those could be sorted later.

“Heh,” the inkblot laughed, “with a name like Cakeman, I bet he makes great stuff!”

[[@kitterahsdollhouse @bonkakira-and-friends Aww, thanks for the suggestion, you two! Great minds think alike, eh?

@nasanerd09 I tried, but Rep is not one to bend in that position. Also I’m surprised he owns a sleep mask…

@the-littlest-inkblot I hope you like it! Your muse is adorable! Sorry I couldn’t figure out what to do for a bed, but I otherwise like how Lily turned out.]]

Slams fist on table ITS MORNING, WHERES MY RUPERT?

[[First of all, for those who don’t know, Rupert is the name I gave a little remote-controlled robot that appears in the PS1 game Sheep Raider (one of the best Looney Tunes games in my opinion). He kinda became the darling of the stream.

Second, as penance for this being so late, here’s the sketch I did:

Here’s my Illustrator interpretation:

Here is how that coloring AI first interpreted him:

And finally, here’s how he looked when I gave the AI some guidance:

THERE is your Rupert!]]

riddleblg:

expression meme – tired edition :’0c

free to use as long you credit the source <33

“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

bonkakira-and-friends:

monokuro-adventures:

“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

The Repairman listened as he dashed over to the door, nodding solemnly. This couldn’t be fun for any of them…

“Hey, Bonk,” he called out, opening the door and looking all around, “You still in here? We can figure this out if you just…”

His voice trailed off, eyes widening as he saw something….

Bonk was, in fact, still in the kitchen. However, she was now on top of the table, scurrying about and trying to drag a pen along with her. As soon as she heard someone come in the door, she slid down the table and onto a chair. “Beep, I think I’ve figured it out. When we all got shrunk… You felt it, didn’t you? It was kinda like a wave of something, wasn’t it? So if we can figure out where it came from, maybe we can turn back!”

And then she took notice of Mr. Sir. “Yo, Ink Dude! Did you feel it? Anything weird when you came in… here…?” It took her a moment, but she realized what he was holding. She couldn’t believe it, but… Was this the thing that shrunk them? “Y… Y-y… You didn’t…?“

“Huh… OH! No, no…”

Hastily, to prove it wasn’t him, the Repairman turned and fired the shrink ray at one of the empty chairs, reducing it to the size of a stress ball with a yellow beam. A far cry from the waves Bonkakira described.

“…I was somehow unable to even come in here,” he explained. “I think this thing has a reverse setting somewhere, though…”

He took a look at the dial on the side. A lot of the labeling was worn off, though…

“I know there was a reverse on here…I helped a rabbit out with it once…”

Uncertainly, he closed his eyes and spun the dial like it was a board game spinner. He pointed the gun at the nearest Misfit.

“Okay…” his voice wavered, “Here goes…”