Pearson pointed to a huge, oncoming pile of zombies. “We need to get past THAT.” He grabbed the Repairman’s hand and used his hyper ability. He quickly hopped onto the Chomper’s Pizza building, pulling the Repairman up with him. He sighed in relief. The zombies were too dumb to look up. He glanced at the Repairman. “Have I actually introduced myself yet?”

“Wait, how are we–WAUGH!”

The Repairman could feel himself stretch as he was pulled screaming at high speeds onto the roof of a building.

As he splatted into a smear, he wondered if the zombies noticed that at all. He noticed that the pea pod didn’t seem too worried, so he just adjusted himself back to his usual form and replied, “No, I don’t think so…I was just introduced to your Wall-breaking friend…”

He didn’t really hold that against Chad, mind. Most Toons broke the Wall; the Repairman learned to save his energy for the outright vandals.

Pearson nodded. “That would be a big help.” Chad tilted his head in the direction of the main gate. Gulping, he walked through. “Im gonna take care of this.” “Take care of….?” Pearson looked through the gate. His eyes widened a bit. “…. If we’re gonna get that laptop we need to start moving. Now.” He ran to the left of the base, a large door opening up. He ushered the Repairman to follow him. “We’ll have to be snekky sneks.” He chuckled. “Think you can do that?”

The Repairman nodded, putting a purple cover over his bright red siren light. Hopefully that would dim it a little, should it pop up again. For now, though, it was content to stay in his head.

“So, where do you think that guy went?” he asked.

Pearson sighed and pointed to Chad. “He’s the culprit. Chad really doesn’t care about walls of the fourth variety.” Chad turned to Pearson. “….I didn’t even have time to read the license plate of the bus you just threw me under!” Pearson chuckled. “Well we gave about 2 minutes before something bad happens. Can you make this quick?” Pearson stepped to the side, clearing the path for the Repairman to fix the crack in the hole.

“Could you please try to tone down with that?” he asked Chad. “I don’t really like visiting warzones.”

He shook his head. It didn’t really matter that much. Not like any injuries to a Toon were permanent, right?

“Anyway, uh, yeah, this shouldn’t take that long.”

He pulled out a paint roller, already slathered with plaster, and began to push it against the Wall, until the entire crack was covered.

He was about to leave, but realized that they just got their computer stolen.

“Um, you need any help with that laptop?” he asked.

Coughing, Chad looked around. Seeing a small blot of ink, he nudged Pearson. “What do you wa–” Pearson noticed the Repairman. Pretending like he DIDN’T, he continued to shoot zombies. Then he saw Foot Soldier run off with…. THE COMPUTER!? “YOU SICK CRAPHAT!” Pearson yelled. “I swear if he messes with the blog ill re-kill him.” Turning his attention back to the inkblot he saw… A siren? No. No no no no no. Sirens were bad news. Sirens normally meant Engineers. He unknowingly stepped in between the crack and the Repairman, waiting for him to get closer. Maybe he could talk to the thing? It looked oddly adorable, and while Pearson questioned his own caution, he stayed unmoving. “Hey!” He called out to the approaching blot. “What’s your business here?” …A low rumbling was heard in the distance.

No such luck, apparently. The plants saw him, and the pea-pod thing was in his way. What’s more, it looked like there was some sort of undead chaos happening around them.

He noted the pea’s wariness. Maybe it’d be best not to be vague…

“I fix the Fourth Wall,” he replied, as calmly as he could with a plant muzzle pointed at him. He tapped his siren light. “I just need to fix a fault here.”

He stopped. He realized that maybe someone here had something to do with it…

“…Did anyone say something…meta lately?”

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Looking up into the sky, Pearson chuckled. He had a feeling that this morning had some adventure with it. “Ah. Cant wait.”

“What for?” Chad walked out of the garage, yawning loudly. His jaw looked like a snake’s; completely unhinged.

“For today.” Pearson looked at Chad. I have a feeling today’s gonna have some adventure in store.“

“Can I run the blog for the day?~” Chad got excited.

Shaking his head, Pearson tilted his head towards Stuart, who was typing away at the computer. “Stuart’s got first dibs.”

Chad grumbled. “Not like his AI likes us or anything.”

Pearson glanced at Chad, raising a leafy eyebrow. “His what?”

“Nothing!” Chad smiled, his pearly whites glinting in the morning light.
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The Repairman was just checking up on that Peg-ish place. He wondered why no one had really been doing anything there, and thought he might make sure there was still nothing happening.

As he was just checking in with that one hamster, his siren light suddenly alerted him to a break in a neighboring world.

This one, he knew had had some activity for a while now.

He quickly packed up his things, said his goodbyes, and hurried over there, not expecting to see a cone-hatted zombie sitting at a computer, while a bunch of plants shot the breeze nearby. Did they sort out that feud or something?

Whatever the case, the inkblot saw a small crack near what appeared to be some kind of Venus Mantrap. Ah, this should be quick.

He lifted his toolbox off of his cart and began to head towards where the plants were. With any luck, he could just get by with a ”‘scuse me" and be done.