5/4/1932: The 4th wall from the Betty Boop short was starting to falter after a shoddy repair job the day before. Disposable 4th walls flop, leading a group of animators to draw @askt about a month later. -Greasy
“So…I owe the fact I exist to Betty? Huh. Well… Thank you, Ms. Boop, if you see this blog at all.”
He just stared at the other thing not sure if he should, shoot it or ask
it what it was. He flicked the safety off his gun and aimed at the
thing hoping for the latter to occur.
The Repairman, meanwhile, was humming tunelessly, looking for a hex key to put the finishing touches on a Fourth Wall patch. Suddenly, he heard a click.
Painted white eyes turned, and immediately widened when they saw a gun pointed at the inkblot. He reached for the sky and looked up at the other.
“…Aha,” he said, nervously. “…Is this…your place?”
“I have no idea what you are saying but okay.” Shalbie said as he
began to walk towards the bar with the repairman on toll . “they serve
many types of milk drinks in there and some people play music so its a
nice place to hang around. I think they also serve good food and
sometimes have little contests.”The Shadow added as the pair entered
Kakariko Village.
“Ah, that sounds pretty nice…”
The Repairman beamed at the shadow. He was kind of glad he was able to move past a bad first impression. And hey; it seemed he had a bit of time.
“…So, are there more shadows around here?” he asked as they came up to the door of the bar.
Bowyetta nodded. “Yes, he have. At least, Bowyetta is thinking he
have. She knows not what is happening, and she knows not how she can be
getting it back for you, but she will be doing her best to be helping
you recover.”
She held him for what seemed like a long time, until
she finally got an idea. “Please to be giving a moment to Bowyetta, Mr.
Sir,” she said before placing him back onto the carpet. She turned
around to face her dresser, and began doing… Something to it,
asking questions all the way. “Are you much liking of eggs, Mr. Sir? How
are you feeling about soup? What is being your favorite thing to drink?
Are you preferring of pink or blue?”Finally, Bowyetta turned around
once more. “Am hoping you are liking of it, Mr. Sir!”
As it
turned out, she had turned one of her drawers into a makeshift bed. It
was lined with a soft striped sheet, and complete with a small pillow
and one of her Heishi dolls. “Please to be getting in, Mr. Sir. Bowyetta
will be making you something very soon.” And with that, she took off
out the door.
The inkblot looked at Bowyetta, clearly touched by this gesture.
“Th-thank you,” he managed, smiling.
He tried to look over Bowyetta’s shoulder as she worked, but alas, she was far bigger than him. In any case, he needed to concentrate to answer all these rapid-fire questions.
“Oh, eggs sound ni– so does soup– I’m not really pick– blue, it was my background for the longest time…”
The inkblot’s siren light popped up. However, it could barely shine any red light before flickering out with a soft buzzing noise, leaving a grey, useless glass lump on the inkblot’s head.
He sighed. But realizing Bowyetta was almost done, he moved his hat over the light and smiled. Falsely at first, but then it melted into a warmer, more genuine grin when he saw what Bowyetta did for him. He suddenly realized just how tired he was.
“I love it!” he enthusiastically said, before clambering into it, Cat Slime nestling in his lap.
He took a few deep breaths, stroking his pet’s scalp gently. It felt good to be able to relax. He was starting to forget that he was fire–
His eyes widened as he saw the pink slip on the floor. He couldn’t let anyone else see that. Not even his half-asleep Cat Slime, who he slowly, carefully, quietly moved to the side before slowly, carefully, quietly moving to pick the paper up.
As he bent to take it, the inkblot’s hat fell off, revealing his defunct siren light.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 