Tag: ashadowbetweenworlds

Black, White, and Purple

Cat Slime gasped as Shalbie brought him some pie. He was about to chow down, before his new friend pointed at the sleeping Repairman.

He sighed guiltily. All he was thinking of was his stomach, and here his owner was, a splotch on the floor, sleeping without anything. He moved away from his pie, poking at the Repairman uneasily.

“Gggh,” the Repairman gurgled briefly, before snoring again.

Cat Slime tried to at least roll the Repairman onto his back, but it was hard for the tiny liquid to push the big liquid anywhere. So he settled for gently nuzzling, before squeaking something about at least saving a piece for the guy,

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie stood there analyzing the repairman quietly trying to find out what he really was after all he did feel like  the thing Gramps used to write on paper with, was he some sort of paint monster created by Yuga  who was lost in Hyrule or just a blob of ink given sentience by a magician or a magic apprentice; he would have to ask them as soon as they woke up. 

Then out of nowhere  he heard a squeaking noise and saw a second blob like creature with cat ears  had appeared on top of his new friend. “And who are you little guy… wait a minute they never told me they where having a baby!”He said before he ran to  Link’s room to get a blanket, which he brought to cat slime and the Repairman. “So little guy are you hungry?”

“…BI-BI?!” Cat Slime squeaked incredulously. Who was having a baby?! The Repairman? Surely not!

“.”

He produced two tiny nubs, and pulled the blanket over his owner. He nodded, giving a thankful squeak.

Then his eyes lit up when Shalbie offered food, bouncing up and down and rapidly squeaking words to the effect of “yesyesyesyesyes.” He wondered just what this kind stranger had in mind, but he might as well try it!

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie was busy  trying o find some food
for the both of them to pay attention to what the repairman was saying.
The shadow was setting the table when all of the sudden  he began to
hear someone snoring.  His first though was to see if Link was asleep by
his bed, but to his surprise the bed was empty; this caused the shadow
to look around the house only to spot his friend asleep and snoring.

Shalbie
stood by the repairman and  looked closely at him. “Wait a minute we
shadows don’t sleep on the light world and we don’t even snore, why is
he doing that…. Wait.. NO…… He is not a Shadow!”  He said loudly before
he   grabbed one of the spoons he was  about to place on the table and
poked his friend with it. “well he is not a chuchu since chuchus are not
black and they can’t talk… Wait he might be a  Zol Gramps talked about
them! I’ll ask him once he wakes up.”

“Ghh…”

The Repairman stirred a little when he was poked. After a moment, a small grey cat-shaped blob crawled out from under him, looking around in confusion.

He looked at the Repairman, gently rubbing his cheek against him, then climbed onto him and relaxed his ears. Sleeping on the Repairman was oddly soothing.

Then he looked around, and soon saw Shalbie.

“?” he squeaked, uncertainly. He shuffled back a little bit, unsure if he was fine or if he needed to try and drag his friend to safety.

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie listened to the repairman on their way to his house  happy
about the stories his new drunk friend was telling him, after all to him
they sounded believable. “Well you see friend we shadow shave places
that look familiar to us, but we have no idea why they do when we first
come to awareness of the  light world. I think its because we were
summoned on those spots to begin with, but I have nothing to prove
it.”He said as he opened the doro to his house and lead the ink blob in.

“There’s
probably some stew by the cooking pot, i’ll heat it up while you rest
okay.” he added as he left the repairman’s side and walked towards the
kitchen to begin making some food for the both of them.

“Sh-sure,” the Repairman managed, no longer able to explain he wasn’t a shadow. “Thanks…Thanks for all this…Y-you really didn’t…”

Gosh, was it him, or was everything feeling heavy all of a sudden…?

“…Didn’t need to…”

He staggered forward a few feet, before finally falling fast asleep (but not before falling flat on his face). He became little more than an inky puddle on the floor, with bubbles popping up as he quietly snored.

Black, White, and Purple

“well at your current state…” Shalbie said as he gestured to  the
repairman not being able to keep his  simple blob form, “ I guess the
safest place would be my house or Gramps house. You know what lets go to
my place, that way we don’t bother nobody after all I think my roomate
is currently on a quest of his own.” Shadow said as he offered himself
as support for his new friend.

“Epcot? never heard about
anyone with that name before, but just by how it sounds I guess it
belongs to a rich guy and I’m sure  you  made quite the scene stealer
there buddy do tell me the story!”  Shalbie answered happily as both
began to walk  toward Link’s house.

“…Awright…” the Repairman slurred, leaning onto his friend, “l-lead the way!”

He hiccuped and rambled on as they walked over to the house.

* * *

“…S-so then there was that magic carpet, and oh, lemme tell ya…”

He finally clammed up once he got a look at Link’s house.

“…L-looks familiar. L-like tha time with the m-mini cake mixers. Or maybe…something with cooking? And…Oh, I dunno…”

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie
listened to the repairman’s story but got lost once he began to  go on
about cars and technological stuff the shadow knew nothing about.  Sure
they story did have some sense of logic here and there but his friend
had  mixed it with what  the common non magical beings of Hyrule
referred to as mumbo jumbo.  “Nice story there my friend.” Shalbie said
as he reached for the repairman’s glass of milk. “But it seems that
you’ve had about enough of this tasty drink, you’d be better off eating
something, so I’ll let you choose, you want to eat here or go to a new
place?”

“I m-mean, I guess we could go somewhere else,” the Repairman
managed, taking one last drink. “..You have any s-suggestions?”

He was having trouble keeping his form, what little there was. The fact that he nearly fell flat on his face climbing out of the seat didn’t help.  He swayed, reaching out for support.

Despite all this, he was getting about ready to ramble on again.

“…So…” he slurred, “Did you ever hear of that thing that happened at Epcott…? Funny story, that…”

Black, White, and Purple

“Well not everyone can pull a mustache, but you seem to do it, it
even makes you look a bit serious.” Shalbie said as  He looked around
the bar, which appeared to be nearing  its  witching hour in which very
few patrons remained  inside and the staff  began to clean and prepare
the place for the next day.

“What kind of milk? Hum it could be  
the Chateau variety, you know the  kind of milk that’s not meant for
kids.”Shalbie commented  as he  inspected his empty glass. “Its a  
secret recipe from the owner’s wife and the drink  all visitors want to
have a taste off,  and I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s two types of
chateau milk the one they give to common folk and the one they give to
the Royal family. The one meant for the castle is more creamy and sweet
compared to the one they usually  serve here.” He added  as he grabbed a
cracker from a plate a barmaid had  placed on their table as the shadow
explained the drink to his new friend.  

“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded, slightly leaning to the side. “That…that would make sense.”

Patiently, he listened to Shalbie’s secret, and smiled.

“You know,” he said, taking another sip, “that reminds me of something…See, I was out in New New York one day, and….”

He prattled on, telling a slightly incoherent story about robots, flying cars, and an irrelevant corporate conspiracy.

Black, White, and Purple

“ Well Osfala is this guy that is Elder

Sahasrahla’s apprentice and a descendant form the seven sages.” Shalbie said beginning to answer the repairman’s question.

“ He is the kind of guy that always wants to work alone as there is “No one  better than him”
and stuff like that… Can’t say I’ve interacted much with them but you
two seem similar.” He added before he took a big gulp of his glass of
milk, finishing it.  He then noticed the milk mustache  on his new
friend and began to laugh. “ You look funny with that mustache on your
face!”

“Well, I only do that with the Wall, really…” the Repairman admitted. As he should; he was the Fourth Wall Repairman, not a Fourth Wall Repairman!

He chuckled as Shalbie laughed, taking another swig.

“Yeah, do you think it fits me?” he asked jokingly, not realizing his blank white eyes almost made it look like a small frown.

“Still not a shadow of the guy, by the way,” he said, cheerfully. “I think–”

He hiccuped.

“Hey, um, what kind of milk is this, anyway?”

Black, White, and Purple

“Well I thought it was the blacksmith, but  under closer inspection
and realizing ho you take pride on stuff like your work and your being,
I’m going to say you are the shadow of……” Shalbie said as he began to
think who could the repairman be a shadow of.

“Ofala! That’s
who you are a shadow,  how couldn’t I get it sooner? You  like to do
things alone,  you have your temper so does he and  the  most obvious
thing is that he has the biggest ego of Hyrule, that alone would cause
his shadow, I mean you  to be a darker shade.” Shalbie added in
excitement as he  finally figured out who the repairman was a  
counterpart of. “but trust me you don’t want to meet the guy,  you are
better off not knowing him,  and he is better of not knowing you exist.
It would only cause a scene here in Kakariko a scene that could be heard
up to the  summit of Death Mountain.”

“…yeah, thanks,” the Repairman muttered. Being called the dark side of a huge ego wasn’t exactly a high compliment.

“…What does this Osfala guy do?” he asked, after a moment’s thought. Maybe he could disprove it that way…

At this point, he had a noticeable milk mustache, and he was starting to feel a little sluggish as he was slightly chilled. Not only that, but he had forgotten that milk in worlds like these was treated like kid-friendly liquor. He was feeling slightly buzzed, but shook it off. Milk didn’t do that! He was fine!

Black, White, and Purple

“Ink?  Friend someone is trying playing a prank on you, there doesn’t
exist such thing as talking ink here on Hyrule.” Shalbie  said before
he  took a second sip form his glass of milk.  “ Well I’ve never met
any  and  look I might not be a  black sentient  blob now  but in the
past i  actually was a sentient dark purple blob…” He commented as the
urge to study the repairman closely appeared.

“ Wait a minute your
eyes aren’t glowing  and you are  pitch black,  I’ve never been  
completely black and my eyes have always been  this bright glowing
pink…” Shalbie said as  he began to remember his own blob-like stage and
how his and the repairman’s didn’t seem to be  alike. “This could only
mean one thing…. Your Light counterpart has got to have had more and
bigger negative emotions when you where created! That’s why you and I
are so different!”  

“No, no, I’m not from–”

Ah, Shalbie was taking a closer look. Now he’d wise up and realize–Nope. Still convinced he’s a shadow.

The inkblot sighed. This was going to be a pain, wasn’t it?

“Okay, fine,” he said, resting his forehead on his hand, “If I’m a shadow, who’s my Light counterpart? I’m ink, I tell you!”