“Eeeeee! Marie you’re adorable!!!” Sparky squealed, scooping
her up and cuddling her for all he was worth. Was he going to get
covered in blue paint? Probably, but it was so worth it. “Wind!
Wind take pictures for us too, please!!! Oh I missed having a munchkin
to play with!” Sparky planted an exuberant smooch on Marie’s forehead,
unable to contain his utter glee.

Wind shook his head at his successor, although he did whip out the
pictobox to snap a few pictures of the pair. This was going on the wall
back home, for sure.

“Huh? You ok there Cat Slime?” Wind asked when Inky’s pet squeaked at
him. “Uh… hey Twilight, think you can understand Slime in wolf form?”

“Aww, I don’t need ta change to figure that out. He just wants to
know she’s ok and come play too.” Twilight replied, having finished
repairing the cracks in the immediate vicinity. He knelt down and petted
the cat… slime… cat shaped slime… whatever he was on the head, and
gestured for him to come and play with Marie and Sparky, who had pulled a
ribbon out of his pocket and was waving it in the air around his
friend, entertaining her with the way it gracefully fluttered in the
air.

Wind stared at the older hero for a second, then lit up, bouncing on his toes with stars in his eyes.

“Wow, really? I didn’t know you could understand animals out of wolf form!”

Twilight chuckled, ruffling the younger’s hair.

“Aww shucks, I ain’t as cool as all that. I can’t actually understand
what he’s saying, I just caught his meaning, if ya know what I mean.”

Marie could do little more than laugh loudly as Sparky appropriately babied her. Well, she could try and grab the end of his hat, but that quickly became a fool’s errand.

Cat Slime, meanwhile, hopped over as Marie tried to reach for the ribbon, trying to reach it himself. He leaped back and forth, being careful not to hit the baby, but he wanted to show off a little, too.

He briefly stopped to get a closer look at the blue blob.

“Mi?”

“Meh! Meh meh!” Marie said, reaching out to grab one of Cat Slime’s ears.

Cat Slime squirmed under her grip. It was lucky he was a Slime, and could therefore stretch, or the surprisingly strong baby would have seriously hurt. Still,he gently squeaked, asking her to stop. It was going to take forever to get himself back into his perfectly cute look again if he was stretched any more…

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The three ghosts tracked the sagging ink blot with their eyes, following the slow descent. The baby paint blot blinked huge eyes up at them. The three ghosts blinked back.

“Hmmm… you know, I’m pretty sure Vio’s got a good glamour spell. He could just… make our shades look like our regular selves. Then we wouldn’t freak Marie out or freeze her on accident.”

“Now that’s usin’ yer noggin!” Twilight praised. He then lifted his hat, where Buttercup had been hiding. “Hey Buttercup, think ya could get Vio fer us?”

The little luma saluted “Aye aye, captain!” and zipped off to places unknown.

Approximately ten minutes later, three magicked-into-not-freaky-looking-forms shades had scooped Inky onto a cot taken from the ink blot’s toolbox, and were either quietly patching the cracks in the general vicinity (they’d catch hell from Inky later, for sure, but the poor blot needed his rest and someone needed to do it) or were gently bouncing the baby paint spatter around while she giggled.

Snap.

Cat Slime got a good picture of Marie on a sleeping Repairman

Snap.

Of the Link ghosts hovering over her, keeping eye contact with her.

Snap.

Of Marie giggling as she was bounced by the glamoured ghosts.

He soon looked up from his photography, however, to squeak and ask if Marie was okay. She seemed like it, but it was good to make sure.

“Mi mi?”

“Meh! Meh mah!” Marie imitated Cat Slime, cheerfully.

And so Cat Slime gestured towards the ghosts, asking to come up to meet her.

Several ghosts pop in to visit their favorite blobs and are… less than surprised at Inky’s current predicament. Wind takes one look at the black and blue blobs and says “Welp, guess we’re on babysitting duty today. Luckily for you Inky, Twilight and Sparky are like, the best dads ever, and I’ve got plenty of experience with baby sisters.”

“Zzzzz….”

[[Day 3!]]

[[ @askthegreenguys ]]

Wind
giggled a little at Marie’s attempts to remove her hand from its icy
prison. “Sorry again, Marie. Anyway Inky, we got a little hint from Miss
M-

“-GYAAA!!!”
he shrieked suddenly as his own hand clapped over his mouth, smacking
his face with a loud *slap* in the process. It appeared his hand had
moved of its own volition, not Wind’s.

“Ok
ok ok geez. Ok, we just uh… heard… I dunno we’re dead we know things
ok?” he amended awkwardly. Then, Inky’s demeanor caught up to him, and
Wind’s brow furrowed a little in confusion. He didn’t sound too happy
about these recent developments. He wanted to ask, but he was kinda
afraid of hurting Marie’s feelings in the process. What he really needed
was a distraction… oh wait! Buttercup was hanging out in his hat today!

“Oh,
so I can’t introduce you to all the other ghosts yet, but you should
meet Buttercup! She’s our little Luma companion-” he reached up to lift
the band of his hat, allowing the butter yellow Luma to squeeze
out. “-say hi, Buttercup!”

“Oh
there’s another one of you now? Hello Miss Marie!!!” she squealed,
zipping out to spiral around the blue paint blot in greeting. While
Marie was busy with Buttercup, Wind sidled up to Inky, lowering his
voice so that the two girls wouldn’t hear them.

“So what’s wrong with you? You don’t seem too happy that Marie’s here…”

“No, it’s fine,” Marie grunted. “Just…gotta…get…”

She trailed off, putting her focus back on removing the icy glove. Man, it didn’t want to leave her hand!

Both blobs flinched at the sudden slap! The Repairman nodded understandingly at Wind’s recovery.

“Ah. I see.”

Marie gasped at the sight of the Luma, almost completely forgetting about the ice for a moment.

“Aww, hi there, Buttercup!” she waved with her frozen hand. “Oh! Heh, lemme take care of that real quick…”

She began pulling on it again.

“Anyway,” she grunted, smiling at Buttercup, “you are just…so…cute! Where ya from?”

The Repairman sighed, looking up at Wind.

“…No, it’s not that, I mean, the company would be nice…”

He turned towards his tool cart, and rested where his chin would be on one hand.

“…But did she have to be an assistant?”

PEW! Marie was finally free from the ice block, which flew high into the air…

She breathed a sigh of relief before looking back up at the Luma.

“Oh dear goddesses you are cute!!!! I’m Wind!” he all but
squealed, sticking out a hand to shake and completely forgetting about
ghost physics. Again. “Inky! Isn’t this great? Having a little sister is
the best!!! Well, except when she wakes you up at dawn to play hide and seek on your own birthday I guess. ~~Or when she gets kidnapped by a giant bird and you have to cross the whole ocean to get her back. But maybe that’s just me.~~” Wind muttered the last bit, getting lost in memories for a few moments before remembering Inky and Marie were still there.

“Anyway, hi! I’m one of Hyrule’s heroes… or well, I was. Am? I dunno,
I’m dead now, I’m a ghost! Wooooooooo~” he wailed, waggling his fingers
in emphasis. He then noticed the few patches of frost on Inky’s body,
since the ink blot had handed his scarf over to Marie, and grinned in
embarrassment.

“Heh, yeah, sorry so I keep forgetting that me being a ghost makes it cold for you guys when I’m around. My bad!”

“Y-yeah, it’s something…” the Repairman muttered. He patiently listened to
Wind talking about his own sister. ~~At least Wind’s sister probably wasn’t a replacement…~~

“Heh, well, nice to meet you, Mr. Hero!” Marie replied, also forgetting how ghosts work until she tried to shake his hand and was left with a heavy ice cube over hers for it. While she winced at the cold, she didn’t seem hindered by the weight at all, as she didn’t comedically topple over like the Repairman would. Instead, she immediately started attempting to pry the the ice off. Her arm made a creaking sound as it stretched somewhat. It was definitely giving, but it still needed a couple of seconds…

The Repairman shrugged, pulling out an oversized holiday sweater. It had an incomprehensible white, green, and red pattern all over it, the kind that makes one wonder just what was in the seamster’s eggnog that day.

“…Eh, no worries. But how come I was the last to know she was coming…?”

That’s what it seemed like, at least, and it was yet another frustrating thing about this situation.

[[Continued from here]]

“That’s fair,” the Repairman nodded at the shade. Animated skeletons
were nothing new to him; he was just surprised to find one of the Links
as one.

He was just putting the finishing touches on the fix when it suddenly burst, sending him flying back several feet. When he looked up, he immediately tried to avert his eyes from the real things that were appearing. Already, he was sweating, backing away, and trying hard not to scream.

“I…I…” he stammered, quickly falling silent as the mun spoke.

B-blood? Broken bones? Did…Did she…?…I don’t even wanna KNOW what’s in that envelope!

The inkblot, in spite of himself, was openly gawking as she moved on to Wind. He was just as confused as when she talked to Light.

“St-stop!” he finally managed, weakly. No one deserved anything like this…

And then she turned to him.

“Spu…Specifically requested?” he whimpered.

Lucky me…

The inkblot shook even harder as she revealed the Dip. He pulled out a paper bag and started to hyperventilate in it. Thiswastheendwhatcouldhedowhatcouldhedo–

He stopped, looking at her confused. She wasn’t going to use it? Then why–?

Oh.

He swallowed. As she told him all this, one had to wonder what was going through his mind as he stared at the bottle in silent terror. He watched the swirling green and orange colors for an uncomfortably long time.

Finally, he silently reached into his hammerspace and produced a large bottle of bleach. Oddly enough, it had grey and pink markings on it…

He also pulled out a measuring cup, and began to pour some bleach into it. Satisfied that he had the right amount, he set the bleach down. His expression did not change throughout all this. Taking one hard look at the cup, he suddenly dumped it onto his own head. One could now easily see the “Brain Bleach” label.

He shuddered as the stuff seeped through his ink, but only momentarily. He had successfully forgotten the last half-minute or so of cruelty.

He looked uneasily at Clara, then back to his hand. In it, the bottle of Dip still remained.

“AAAAA!” he screamed, throwing the bottle onto the blanket. “Okay, I get it, I’ll pick someone I’ll pick someone pleasedon’thurtus!”

He leaped back towards the table and (with some help from Cat Slime) rapidly and messily devoured all the remaining food. It was all really good, to be fair, but clearly, there had to be only one winner!

“Uhm…” he said, sweating, “I really liked all those foodstuffs, but I think I’ll have to go with…Twilight’s machaca! But really, you should all be proud of what you made–”

Cat Slime angrily squeaked, pointing to his aunt Bowyetta. Everyone knew stuff made by your aunties was better!

The Repairman pointedly ignored him, instead looking right at the mun in the room.

“All right? No need to dissolve anyone today? Please?”

It was clear from his tone it was the nerves talking. It was also clear from the fact he was being a smart-aleck to the one who threatened him with DIp moments ago (or so he thought).

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“Um…”

The Repairman, of course, was not at all used to talking to muns. What was worse, he didn’t understand half the jargon Clara said. It didn’t sound good, though…

“O…kay…erm…”

He looked at the food, and suddenly wasn’t hungry. But if it meant whatever that totally normal and not fourth-wall-breaking voice was saying didn’t happen, he’d do it.

…After he fixed the new crack in the wall, of course. He set his fork down and picked up a paint roller, which was already slathered in cement, and moved over to the Wall. He would be quick, sure, but would he be quick enough?

Combo! (pick a ghost because 39 combos is just too many XD (although if you could come up with 39 I’d be beyond impressed because shoot I couldn’t do that))

[[For the sake of this, I’m just gonna do Time.]]

With Inky:

One Big Blot – Din’s Fire is used to evaporate the Repairman, then through the Song of Storms, he rains down, mixing with the rainwater into one huge living puddle, that rises to be a huge blot. Of course, since it’s the same amount of ink, and magic only goes so far, Giant Repairman is fairly temporary.

With Marie:

Frost Burst – Time gives Marie the Golden Gauntlets. Once she dons them, Time freezes her into an ice cube. From there, Marie is an icy time bomb, sending frozen shrapnel everywhere as she bursts free.

With Cat Slime:

Slimes & Dogs – Playfully, Time in wolf form chases Cat Slime all around, causing as much comedic mayhem as possible as they do so (Mind you, Cat Slime is not quite a cat, but he loves to keep up appearances!). They’ll trip people up, throw things, and straight up tackle some in their chase.

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Both inkblot and paint spatter felt the temperature drop. A thin layer of frost began to form over the Repairman as he immediately dug into his toolbox for his scarf. Luckily, Cat Slime seemed to not feel any chill. Repairman blinked. That could only mean one thing…

He heard chattering and turned around to see Marie shivering. She seemed a paler tint of blue, and her bow was weighed down by a few small icicles.

“W-w-what’s-s-s hap-p-pening?”

The Repairman immediately went over to hand her his scarf, but before he could answer, Wind burst in, enthusiastically shouting at him.

“Uh…” he started, thankful that the cold went from a presence to a person, “…yup, that’s her…”

Marie, meanwhile, was rapidly warming up just from the scarf, and was amazed at that fact.

“Oh, uh hi there!” she waved energetically, though not as energetically as the ghost. “I’m Marie! What’s your name?”

“Aww, I guess that means you have to go now, huh?” Green said, feeling a bit dejected at the conclusion.

“Don’t look so blue, Green! We had an entire afternoon together, ~~although it felt like a lot longer~~ and I’m sure Inky won’t be a stranger after this! If nothing else, the others are pretty bad at… you know… staying in our lane.”
Vio offered, trying to cheer his brother up. Sparky was a bit too
engrossed in how exactly a blinking light could tell Inky that much
information to process the fact that he had to leave at first.

“It
can do that? That’s so neat, how does that even wor- oh. Heh, sorry, we
probably shouldn’t keep you!” he sheepishly concluded, scratching his
face a little bit. “Well, like Vio said, don’t be a stranger around
here! If you have spare time someday I’ll show you more of New Hyrule if
you want, or we can just… hang out somewhere where your stuff won’t get
snagged on moving trains, haha.”

“Yeah…” the Repairman said. “Sorry, but I have a job to do…”

He noticed Sparky taking an interest in his light. More out of a sense of personal space than anything else, he backed up a step.

“Heh, I never thought much of it,” he admitted. He suspected it had to do with the willing suspension of disbelief, but he kept himself from saying that. He already had a job to do somewhere else, after all.

“Anyway, yeah, thank you so much for helping me with this…Heh, I’m pretty sure I’ll be back here again! See ya!”

Cat Slime waved an ear, the Repairman waved normally, and they both set off for the universe next door.