Black, White, and Purple

“Maybe they will, you never know how things interact with us
shadows.” Shalbie said as he took the things the repairman gave him and
absorbed them into his shadowy self. “I mean you know how we are
not entirely solid right , I mean how solid we are really depends a lot
on our light world counterpart.” Shalbie added perhaps trying to teach
the new shadow a thing on how to keep a more stable form.

“You
see we shadows are like a manifestation of the sorrows, insecurities,
negative thoughts, and other stuff form our light world counters so
the more they have of those, the more solid we are I guess. I mean
you’d be surprised by how little information there is about our kind in
this land.” He said before he took a sip of his glass of milk. “
Luckily for you I’m here and I’m willing to teach you everything i know
about our kind.”

“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded. That made sense, actually. Even if he was…less than solid for a different reason, it was surprisingly interesting to learn about shadows.

“Oh, wow! Yeah, that kinda surprises me; this is pretty neat!”

He took a decent swig of milk before continuing. His face turned more serious as he looked at his companion with concern.

“Um…you do know I’m not a shadow, right? I’m just ink…”

He didn’t want to burst Shalbie’s bubble, but he sadly felt he had to before Shalbie tried (and failed) to make a shadow out of him.

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…?”

Black, White, and Purple

“Besides you and me? Who knows, as far as I knew I was the only
Shadow until you showed up.” Shalbie said as he opened the door to the
Bar. As soon as they entered the milk bar went quiet as the Bard and the
Flute boy finished the piece they were playing.

“For the
love of Nayru, there’s two of them.” Was whispered throughout the place
as Shalbie and the repairman walked towards the table Shadow used most
of the time he entered this establishment. “Don’t mind them, some might
have had a little too much to drink.” Shalbie added a she sat down and
motioned his friend towards an empty seat. Little time passed before
the bard and his companion began to start playing music again.

“Uh, actually, I’m not–”

Too late. An awkward quiet was not the time. Not like it would have mattered to anyone there, anyway, and the shadow seemed happy…

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, climbing onto the seat. “So, uh, what were you doing there before you met me? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything…”

Black, White, and Purple

“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.

Black, White, and Purple

“Very well then Lets go to the Milk Bar in Kakariko, I know you’ll
like it there.!” Shalbie said as he grabbed the Repairman by the arm
and began to show him the way to the bar.

“There we can play card
games or dominoes and hear the local bard, but that’s not the best part,
the best part is they don’t care how you look like, the serve Shadow
beings and Light beings alike.” He added the last part being thanks to
an agreement Gramps had with the bar’s owner duirng that tournament of
his. “They even served the most ice cold milk in Hyrule in there! ”

“Well, all righ–Oy!”

As the shadow rattled own about how good the bar is, the Repairman took a last desperate look at his tool cart. He couldn’t interrupt the shadow now, though…

He pulled out a fishing rod while the shadow wasn’t looking and cast the line at his cart, and began to reel it in.

He looked at Shalbie and nodded as he did so.

“That…actually sounds pretty nice,” he admitted. “Though I thing I might prefer chilled milk, not cold milk…”

Black, White, and Purple

“Sʇᴉ ʍopɐɥS ǝƃɐnƃuɐl noʎ ʎllᴉS“ Shadow said noting his companion had
trouble with it while still being able to understand it. “ But fine if
you like Light Hylian better it’s okay with me.” He added after the
repairman accepted his invitation to the milk bar.

“Anyway, I’ll
be right over here while you finish patching that hole, then we can head
towards Kakariko Village.” He said as he went and sat on the shadows of
a nearby tree.

“y∀’ ʇɥƃiɹ’” the Repairman nodded. Made sense. “ɥO’ ʞuɐɥʇ you! Yeah, sorry, just more used to talking like this…”

He cleared his throat.

“But, yeah,” he said, after applying a few finishing touches with a small paintbrush, “I think I’m about done here…”

Black, White, and Purple

“I knew you’d understand so once you are done fixing this mountain
you and I can do something fun.” Shalbie said to the repairman before
looking to the sides to see if they had company. Once the shadow noticed
they where alone he returned his attention to his shadowy companion
with a smile .

“ ˥lǝʍ

puǝᴉɹɟ

ǝɔuᴉs

noʎ

ǝɹǝʍ

ʎluᴉɐʇɹǝɔ

ʇsnɾ

ʇɥƃnoɹq

oʇ ǝlnɹʎH,
noʎ

ʎlqɐqoɹd

ǝʌɐɥ

ou

ɐǝpᴉ ʇɐɥʍ ǝʍ sʍopɐɥs uɐɔ op ɹoɟ
ɹɐq unɟ. ┴nq ʇsnɾ ʞɔᴉʇs oʇ ʎɯ ǝpᴉs puɐ ll’noʎ ʎlʞɔᴉnb. ɹoɟ sɹǝʇɹɐʇs ǝʍ plnoɔ oƃ oʇ ǝɥʇ ʞlᴉɯ

ɹɐq

.” Shadow commented on Shadow speak as he realized that maybe all
this confusion started because Shalbie had been addressing the Shadow
Blacksmith in light form Hylian.

“…yeah…” the Repairman replied, absently, before noticing that he was suddenly being spoken to upside-down. He turned around, dropping the roll as he finished up this patch.

“–ew yhw ,mU” he began. Realizing his issue, he cleared his throat.

“ǝsnɔS, ǝɯ’ ʇud ʎɥʍ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ pnᴉʞlɐʇ ǝʞᴉl sᴉɥʇ¿” he asked, hoping he was speaking correctly (at least, enough to be understandable).

He took a minute to think. Maybe they just got off on a very bad foot… He didn’t have to like the guy, but a milk bar might be nice.

“ʎɐʍʎu∀’ ɥn˙˙˙ǝɹns˙ I˙˙˙ssǝnƃ I uɐɔ oƃ oʇ ɐ ʞlᴉɯ bɐɹ…“

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ashadowbetweenworlds:

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A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad!

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species.

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

[[Chickens huh this give me an idea, Shalbie hold this]]

“ Why am I holding a Cucco?”

[[Not just any cucco its an angry cucco, that was woken up thanks to Loafus’s attack on Albie, have fun!]]

“Why did you bring an angry cucco into this?”

“ wait I’m a shadow Cuccos can’t harm shadows!”

[[You sure? because look at this little guy over here…]]

“Huh?…”

“clu..clu… Cluck!”

“No way…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

both cuccos are now loose

Little did the Repairman know that it wasn’t a nondescript, copyright-free liquor in that bottle, but something from a magic shop from who-knows-where. Were he more willing to inspect the “XXX” label, he would see it was a sticker obscuring the actual name: “Potion of Kiroh Siin”.

After taking a few sips from the brown bottle, the inkblot failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any less sober and a faint bit of mist was emanating from his head.

“Well, here goes.”

And then, somehow, the legless blob thing tripped on his way over to Albie. Upon impact with the ground, he let out an “oof” and a fireball flew from his hand into a nearby wall, adding even MORE fire to the already firecracker-and-bird-infested problem.

Somewhere in the distance, a table giggled to itself.

//Now why didn’t I think of that? Hey boys, the ghosts of cuccos past have a bone to pick with you.

Suddenly, a whole flock of angry ghostly cuccos appear and start chasing after the boys, murder in their beady eyes.

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”

*high pitched squeak*

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

//Hey Susumu, I think you need confetti canons for your dance group. Here!

*confetti canons poof into existence and start launching enough confetti into the air to put NYC on New Year’s to shame*

Hmm…now the Repairman’s new fire powers seemed kind of… quaint. Now I need some ideas…

Hmmm…

Oh! Suddenly, the Repairman has bird seed mixed in his ink, and retroactively, the potion was laced with Susumu-brand Carrot Pox Poison.

As several of the birds began to pursue and peck at the inkblot, all he saw were several tiny cake mixers trying to stir him away.

He threw fireballs everywhere, trying to scream for help, but all that came out was “CARAMEL STOPWATCHES FLOAT NEAR THAILAND AT 3 PM!!!!”

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A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad!

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species.

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

[[Chickens huh this give me an idea, Shalbie hold this]]

“ Why am I holding a Cucco?”

[[Not just any cucco its an angry cucco, that was woken up thanks to Loafus’s attack on Albie, have fun!]]

“Why did you bring an angry cucco into this?”

“ wait I’m a shadow Cuccos can’t harm shadows!”

[[You sure? because look at this little guy over here…]]

“Huh?…”

“clu..clu… Cluck!”

“No way…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

both cuccos are now loose

Little did the Repairman know that it wasn’t a nondescript, copyright-free liquor in that bottle, but something from a magic shop from who-knows-where. Were he more willing to inspect the “XXX” label, he would see it was a sticker obscuring the actual name: “Potion of Kiroh Siin”.

After taking a few sips from the brown bottle, the inkblot failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any less sober and a faint bit of mist was emanating from his head.

“Well, here goes.”

And then, somehow, the legless blob thing tripped on his way over to Albie. Upon impact with the ground, he let out an “oof” and a fireball flew from his hand into a nearby wall, adding even MORE fire to the already firecracker-and-bird-infested problem.

Somewhere in the distance, a table giggled to itself.

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askthegreenguys:

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@alinkbetweenportraits @askthegreenguys @bonkakira-and-friends

A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad!

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species.

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

The Repairman saw this chaos unfold pretty much all at once before he could even say “well”. Loafus was currently trying to maul @alinkbetweenportraits, @ashadowbetweenworlds just showed up, @askthegreenguys seemed compelled to do the chicken dance, and now @bonkakira-and-friends were dancing to something Japanese.

[[Did I get all that right?]]

He said nothing for a moment, until a mysterious table walked up to him and handed over a card. The Repairman nodded as the table also left a large bottle labeled only “XXX”.

As the table disappeared just as oddly as it had arrived, the inkblot pulled out a yellow rotary phone and began to dial the number he just got.

“…Hello? Is this Cyriak’s Home for the Suddenly Surreal?…Yeah, hi. This is the Fourth Wall Repairman…No, I’m not checking in just yet…Listen, a few friends of mine have suddenly started acting…odd, and I was wondering–Oh? Okay…”

He held the phone up for a moment, so the clerk on the other end could hear everything.

“…So how bad is it?” he asked, after putting it back up against the side of his head. “Oh. I see…no, you’re not getting an address– Look, I can’t just send them there…”

He sighed, and picked up the bottle.

“…I understand,” he finally said. “If I can’t fix this, I’ll call you after the hangover…Yes. Thank you. Yes. Yeah. Yep. Goodbye.”

Click.