“Yes! Youwillbeneedingofforksandknivesand-” Bowyetta suddenly shook several pieces of silverware out of her hair handing them over to Mr. Sir and Link. “Youmustbetryingofthis-”
Vinny, however, looked concerned by Bowyetta’s behavior. “Bowyetta, maybe you should eat something too… You’re not acting like yourself…”
“NonoBowyettaisnotbeingableto-”
It was then that Bowyetta suddenly coughed up quite a bit of smoke. Her face turned dark blue once she realized what had happened. This only happened when her internal fire started to get low…
“Now that Bowyetta is thinking about it, maybe she should be having of some. But, she will be waiting until sirs are finished first.”
The Repairman, being rather self-conscious about his blobby form, refrained from making a mouth for himself, instead opting to “absorb” the food where his mouth would be.
He made it a point to keep his plate away from the table. You never knew…
In any case, the Repairman and Cat Slime both smiled as they ate their share of the egg…thing (Cat Slime more so). It was melt-in-your-mouth, and quite flavorful!
They both tried dipping a bit into some queso, which the inkblot definitely enjoyed. Cat Slime, however, felt his cheeks turn red as the sound of a steaming kettle could be heard. He made a mad dash for the toolbox, where he proceeded to drink some water out of a seltzer bottle for a minute. The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this.
The two were about to start on the omurice when Bowyetta coughed up smoke.
“…Are you okay, Bowyetta? You need to…?”
Cat Slime, however, wasted no time in rushing back to the toolbox and pulling out a large cookie jar. One with a variety of locks and chains on it. He handed it to the Repairman.
“Gotta make sure he doesn’t eat all of them at once,” the Repairman explained, his hands becoming a blur as he opened the jar. “Anyway, uh, here.”
Link stared at Bowyetta with a frown. Something was wrong. She was shaking and wobbling on her legs. The little hero jumped up and reached over to the mechanical girl, hoping he could support her before she possibly collapsed.
“Bowyetta? Hey, are you okay? Your face looks flushed.”
Once Repairman had handed her the cookie, Link helped walk Bowyetta to the table and sat her on a nearby chair. He couldn’t help but fret over his friend, she had been acting weird the entire time.
Meanwhile on the other side of the window was the muffled sound of mechanical grinding. Truthfully it was irritating, but after a moment the sound stopped. Beside the whiteboard appeared a cup full of some kind of… purple red liquid. Link stepped over to pick it up and look at its contents.
“It’s cold like snow.”
//Ya//
“Is this supposed to be for Bowyetta?”
//It’s a good idea to have fruits and juice alongside a high calorie snack when feeling an incoming burn out so the lag doesn’t come back to hit you.//
“What’d you put in it?” he asked, handing the drink to Bowyetta.
//Frozen blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, cherries, mangoes, mint, and pomegranate juice. Stuff that’ll keep you full for a longer time.//
The little hero sat back down beside the robot, hoping to see some kind of change.
“Is the food helping at all, Bowyetta? If you need to lie down or something the bed’s all yours.”
“Oh, ah… Thanking of you muchly, you two.” Before Bowyetta could start eating, however, she found herself quickly whisked away by Link to sit on a chair. “This is really being okay, Mr. Link? Bowyetta did not mean to be worrying of everyone. Am thinking that she is having gotten a little too excited.”
She ate the cookie pretty quickly, and before long found herself presented with some sort of drink. “Oh, thanking of you muchly, Mr. Link.” She didn’t exactly know what was in it, but it did smell good, so she took a drink anyway. It was a little bit sweet and a little bit sour, but also oddly minty. “Am better feeling now, thank you. Bowyetta is apologizing muchly for worrying you all.”
Twilight frowned in concern at the strange sounds and behavior of Bowyetta. Or well, he couldn’t exactly frown with his impassive skeletal face, but he certainly looked worried. “You sound hungry, Miss Bowyetta. Do you want me to make some more? It doesn’t take long, I just have to send the others on a fetch quest again…” he crossed the room, kneeling in front of her to get a better look at her face, and the glowing blue orbs in his eye sockets narrowed slightly in concentration. She looked… flushed perhaps, since he wasn’t an expert on the physiology of robotic bow girls, but the cookie and juice seemed to be doing some good already.
Suddenly he realized that he was still a shade and the close proximity probably wasn’t welcome at the moment, so Twiight abruptly stood and backed away to give her space once more. His voice sounded almost sheepish as he added “Honestly, I should have made more to begin with, even if you aren’t judging I’ll bet you and Art and Miss Eclair would like to try the machaca anyways.” he turned to look over his shoulder at the other ghosts, Sparky rolling his eyes and Brown laughing and the two disappearing once more.
Now that things seemed to have calmed a little, since the panic of the cooking and Bowyetta’s exhaustion, the Repairman finally noticed something else about Twilight. He seemed to have gotten a skeleton.
“…Uh…hey…I just noticed the new body. It’s…something to behold,” he said, diplomatically. Maybe it was a work in progress…
Cat Slime, meanwhile, ignored everyone else and clambered up into Bowyetta’s lap. Yes, the omurice was calling his name, but his aunt needed him…
“Well,” the Repairman mused, “I could just order something for everyone after the cookoff is over. I mean, I’m not sure there’s enough food to go around…”
He realized how anachronistic this thinking was, and turned to Albie.
“I mean…” he explained, lamely, “I could…send a message and have someone send us more food pretty quick.”
He sighed.
“Anyway, we should probably finish everything before it gets cold. Let me know if you want anything delivered.”
Cat Slime, satisfied that his aunt was okay, happily bounced back over to the table, ready to taste-test what was left of the dishes.
It took the better part of an hour, the intervention of several
ghostly animals and a shade, and one well placed broomstick, but the
ghosts were able to successfully retrieve Inky’s toolboxes and all the
doo-dads that had been inside.
“Well. That certainly was an experience!” Vio sassed, grinning at the other Heroes who were decidedly less amused.
“Ugh,
I’ll say! I hope I never have to do that again, I’d rather duel with
Byrne without Zelda’s help!” Sparky moaned, flopping over dramatically
on a nearby wall.
“Pssssh,
you had the easy job. At least there were no tutus involved!” Green
squeaked, still blushing furiously from his earlier shenanigans.
“Anyways…”
Vio began, waving a hand at Green to shush his griping “I noticed
you’ve had this… light on top of your head this whole time? What is that
for?”
“Oy…” the Repairman panted, taking off the gorilla mask and setting the sewing machine down, “…What an ordeal…”
He looked up, smiling.
“Thank you so, so much for all this,” he said. “I’m just glad Cat Slime wasn’t in there…”
Cat Slime leaped out of the tin can and into his arms.
“Oh, this?” he asked, pointing at his siren light. “Well…this tells me when there’s a break in the Wall, and where.”
He tried to smile, but his face betrayed his mixed feelings on the thing. Yes, it was helpful for his job, but did it have to get so irritating? It took him decades to learn there was a mute button on the stupid thing!
Link suddenly jolted to his feet and picked up a few utensils from
the kitchen counter before returning to his seat. He looked down to the
fork, knife, and spoon in his hand before putting two and two together.
“You… Want me to eat, too? Everything they cooked?”
//Ye//
“I mean… Okay, I guess.”
Mostly
curious about the mystery dish he helped prepare, he used his fork to
dig in. Though he was surprised to feel it against his fork. Actually,
it was kind of fun. It sprang back under pressure and wobbled against
any movement. Once Repairman split it in half, the gold colored yolk of
the egg white cloud spilled onto the plate and began to pool on the
surface. Though, judging by the texture and consistency, it wasn’t just
yolk in there. That’s when he picked up the first bite. The whites
absorbed a bit of yolk like a sponge, and once the food touched his
tongue there was a burst of flavor.
“…
It melts in your mouth, but the taste still hangs around in your mouth
afterwards. It’s like… How would I explain it to you guys?” Link glanced
up to the ghosts, trying to think of a way to explain all he could
taste to people who lost that sense some time ago. “The yolk part is
really creamy and cheesy. Honestly, a little goes a long way. But the
whites are super fluffy and collapses in your tongue. It’s not as strong
as the sauce inside, but it’s got all the flavor from the herbs,
vegetables, and mushrooms from earlier and that’s still enough to keep
it going. Not a bite is bland or out of place. Weird, it’s definitely
nothing like anything I’ve ever had in my life, but…”
“In
a strange way, it’s still a lot of fun to eat. I was kinda scared it
would be something pretentious like at the castle judging by the books
that weirdo ends up falling asleep with. But it feels like home cooking
still even with all the changes and such. If I had to put it simply,
it’s like eating eggs the way Misses makes it in the morning, but
there’s just so much more going on in your mouth in both texture and
flavor that you can’t help but keep eating. And even when you keep
eating it doesn’t make you feel bloated like a lot of the food you get
in Hyrule castle. Sorry, I’m probably not doing the best job of this,
but it’s delicious, and I could eat this all day.”
Link set down his fork and let the Repairman continue eating the meal that was given to him.
“Anyways, I’m ready to chow down on whatever Twilight and Bowyetta made. It smells amazing in here and I’m drooling!”
“Yes! Youwillbeneedingofforksandknivesand-” Bowyetta suddenly shook several pieces of silverware out of her hair handing them over to Mr. Sir and Link. “Youmustbetryingofthis-”
Vinny, however, looked concerned by Bowyetta’s behavior. “Bowyetta, maybe you should eat something too… You’re not acting like yourself…”
“NonoBowyettaisnotbeingableto-”
It was then that Bowyetta suddenly coughed up quite a bit of smoke. Her face turned dark blue once she realized what had happened. This only happened when her internal fire started to get low…
“Now that Bowyetta is thinking about it, maybe she should be having of some. But, she will be waiting until sirs are finished first.”
The Repairman, being rather self-conscious about his blobby form, refrained from making a mouth for himself, instead opting to “absorb” the food where his mouth would be.
He made it a point to keep his plate away from the table. You never knew…
In any case, the Repairman and Cat Slime both smiled as they ate their share of the egg…thing (Cat Slime more so). It was melt-in-your-mouth, and quite flavorful!
They both tried dipping a bit into some queso, which the inkblot definitely enjoyed. Cat Slime, however, felt his cheeks turn red as the sound of a steaming kettle could be heard. He made a mad dash for the toolbox, where he proceeded to drink some water out of a seltzer bottle for a minute. The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this.
The two were about to start on the omurice when Bowyetta coughed up smoke.
“…Are you okay, Bowyetta? You need to…?”
Cat Slime, however, wasted no time in rushing back to the toolbox and pulling out a large cookie jar. One with a variety of locks and chains on it. He handed it to the Repairman.
“Gotta make sure he doesn’t eat all of them at once,” the Repairman explained, his hands becoming a blur as he opened the jar. “Anyway, uh, here.”
Link looked up from the oven and turned to face his cartoon friend.
“Huh?”
“Oh, hey! You’re the carpenter poe from before!”
“Wait he’s gonna decide on– ACK!”
Link
stumbled forward, suddenly being jolted back to the oven. Keeping a
towel on hand he pulled out the pan from the stovetop and used a rubber
spatula to carefully slip the dish out of place and place it on the
center of a clean plate. It didn’t seem like the little hero was done.
Still using the heat in the pan, he wiped the surface dry with the towel
and began reheating the vegetables from earlier. The little hero began
fidgeting with the plate, arranging things until everything was just
right. A plate was set on the table followed by clean utensils, a
napkin, and a mug of water. The plates weren’t exactly up to par,
clearly showing age, but they would do for now.
What the
repairman was left with was… honestly rather underwhelming. It looked
like a cloud on a plate, the edges showing slight browning from the
heat, The vegetables, despite being vibrant, didn’t really add much to
the party. And even as the little hero sprinkled a drizzle of olive oil,
salt, and chopped herbs on top, it didn’t really up the wow factor like
the others.
Link slumped onto a nearby chair as what he assumed
to be a curse eventually wore off. The boy let out a shaky sigh, slowly
sitting himself upright as he looked to the dish. He blinked, then
looked between the whiteboard and plate of food.
“Wait that’s it? Really? It looks so plain! I thought you could do something more, I don’t know, showy!”
Link tilted the plate around, looking for some kind of glitz and glam. But it really was just… something.
“So uh… What is this supposed to be anyways? It’s still good, right?”
There was a long pause as Link stared at the white board, waiting for some kind of response. Eventually, the words appeared.
//I’unno.//
“… What?”
//I mean someone probably has a name for it but I’m not one of those people//
“You’re telling me I worked on something like a possessed lunatic and you have no idea what the dish is even called?”
//Ye//
“Do you even know what you’re doing at all!? Don’t tell me you were just making the recipe up as you went along!”
//AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA//
“I honestly can’t believe you’re not even taking your own contest seriously… You even picked the main ingredient yourself.”
//Just shut up and eat it so we can get this over with. Break it open and maybe Repairman will like what he sees.//
Upon seeing that Link had finished, Bowyetta’s eyes started to shine oddly. She felt a spark of… Something in her chest. “We must be finishing much quickly!” She poured the cooked onions into the rice and gave it a quick stir before she started frying the eggs.
She couldn’t explain it, whether it was the music or her desire to make something good for her friends, but somehow she felt a sudden burst of energy. The eggs cooked rather quickly, and once she was certain they were perfect she poured the rice in on top of them. Now came the tricky part. She had to be very careful folding the egg over onto the plate. After giving it some thought, she added some extra sauce on top of the egg, drawing in her best attempt at a rose.
“MrSirpleasetobetryingofwhatBowyettaishavingmade”
Twilight came back inside through the door to get a couple of plates and small bowls from Art’s kitchen. Retreating once more through the door, he scooped about half of the brisket, egg, vegetables, and cheese mixture onto one plate, and the other half on the other. He similarly divided the queso equally into each of the bowls, and set them on the plate as well. Twilight set one of the plates next to the doorstep, and turned to wink at Brown. Since he was still a shade, the wink looked like one glowing eye going out and quickly relighting. “I could hear your stomach growling the whole time. I’m sure you can fit behind your wall, you know.”
Brown squeaked a little in delight, and cast a small spell to move the plate to one end of the magic wall, and to pour the queso from the bowl all over the machaca. The happy ghost wasted no time in shifting to his dragon form, and although it was a tight squeeze he did indeed fit behind his illusion wall. The large black dragon lowered his head to the plate and in one bite, devoured the delicious food. “Twilight you’re the best I love you thank you!!!” he thought at his friend in gratitude.
Twilight’s shade appeared to be grinning as he reentered the house, this time carrying his entry in their little contest. He picked up a fork and knife from the little kitchen and set the plate and utensils down on the table. Clearly, the other two had decided that Inky would be the judge, so he addressed the ink blot with a small wave. “Here ya go, Inky! Just take the queso and dump it all over the rest, you’ll think ya died and went to food heaven!”
By now, the poor inkblot was sweating something fierce. A Mun-puppeteered Link, Bowyetta’s scary face, and suddenly being thrust into a cooking contest was quite a bit to take in.
“Aha… I don’t know if I can…”
And then his stomach audibly (and visibly) rumbled. Softly, yes, but enough to notice. The Repairman looked back up sheepishly.
“…Well… all right. But whose should I start with…?”
They all smelled and looked pretty good. How was he going to choose a favorite…?
Suddenly, Cat Slime leaped out of the Repairman’s hammerspace, and was about to dive into the queso when the inkblot caught him, pulling him back.
“No,” he scolded. Then he noticed his pet’s saddened expression and sighed. “…Wait your turn. You might be able to help me here…”
Cat Slime squeaked happily at this, picking an empty spot at the table to sit at.
Twilight decided to ignore the insanity of the kitchen and just take
the bacon grease he was handed. He also took a small piece of parchment
paper and shook out some salt and pepper onto it, and retreated back
through the door with his spoils. On the way he had to dodge a few
flying onions, but he managed to escape unscathed.
Once outside,
he took his pan and added some of the bacon grease to it. Once it had
heated up, he added in his tomatoes and onions, sautéing them until they
were soft. Twilight separated out about a third of the mixture and
transferred it to the pot, then added the jalapeños and green chiles to
both the pot and the pan. Into the pan went the shredded brisket, and
into the pot went most of the shredded cheese and the milk. A good
sprinkling of salt and pepper was added to season the brisket mixture.
Back
and forth, and back and forth he went, stirring each until the brisket
was heated and well mixed with the veggies, and the queso was melted and
creamy. He moved the queso to the edge of the grill, close enough for
the flames to keep it warm but far enough that it wouldn’t burn. The
shade-turned-chef cracked a few eggs into the brisket, and quickly
scrambled them with the mixture, and finally added the last of the
cheese, waiting for it to melt.
Brown’s mouth was watering at the
smell of all this delicious food, and he momentarily lamented the fact
that he wouldn’t be able to eat it, being dead and all. Maybe he could
get a little taste as a dragon? No no, that was a terrible idea, he was a
rather large dragon and would most definitely cause a panic. Alas!
The Repairman gasped, looking at Bowyetta wide-eyed as she brought attention to him. He gave a very wary wave.
He
was thoroughly doomed, he knew. He was part of this mun-ipulated crowd
now. It was only a matter of time before a table appeared…
He took a minute to look at his new fate. Wait. There was less chaos
in the house this time? Sure, that Link kid looked the worse for wear,
but even he seemed better than last time. And it actually smelled pretty
good around here, with more pleasant aromas coming from outside.
Apparently Twilight was doing something as well.
He had to
know what was happening. Maybe it would be safe, or maybe this was a
mun-set trap. In any case, he was stuck here; he realized just how
famished he was, and the Wall breaks were all in or around Albie’s house.
“So,” he called out, trying to sound casual, “What are you guys up to?”
As Bowyetta lost composure, the hand returned and pushed the window
open. This time, however, it seemed to be attempting to forcefuly push
something in. Something colorful and plastic. Eventually, the object
flopped onto the wooden floor with a sudden thump. An inflatable kiddie
pool? The pale, long, disembodied arm returned once more, this time with
a plastic drinking hose. It snaked to the bottom of the makeshift pool,
coming to a stop once secured. There was a faint creaking sound
followed by clean flowing water that filled the bottom. The hand
beckoned to Bowyetta, though it didn’t seem like she could see anything.
Maybe she was panicking. It tapped a violet painted nail in thought
before eventually snapping in realization. It swiped the blackboard from
the counter, faint scribbles heard on the other side. When it came
back, there was a message written in big letters for the robot girl.
Unlike the others this was adorned with hearts and sparkles, maybe even a
crude puppy doodle of some kind.
//Bowyetta you’re doing great! Don’t worry about everyone else and cook. I love omurice!//
The hand began banging loudly on the counter before sinking back to where it came from.
“Hang on. If this is a contest why are you helping her?”
//Don’t take your eyes off the bowl you’re gonna scramble the eggs! Keep whisking!//
“At least let me catch my brea–”
“WAH!”
As
Link continued to cause a scene and cry out in distress, progress was
being made much against the boy’s will. Step by step, leeks were being
chopped, mushrooms diced, bacon fried, cheeses grated, and herbs minced.
Eventually, the little hero was looking at board of that, despite the
chaos of it all, was neatly wiped clean of any stray bits of food and
had been organized into neat piles. Not too far off was a gold colored
liquid that had been thickened enough to stick lightly onto even the
metal bowl. His hands moved on his own as he took a pinch of herbs, a
generous amount of cheese, salt, and a splash of cream. Link wasn’t used
to the vigorous movement, and he felt like his arms were going to pop
off at the joints as he whisked like never before. Eventually he raised
up the whisk, watching as the sauce came down a thick, steady ribbon.
Setting down the bowl, Link hurried to the drawers and began digging
around for something to cool this off in. There was an underused cake
pan. Perfect.
The little hero skid to a stop in front of the table
and slammed the pan down in front of him. There was a pause, and a
rather long one as the boy felt he had gained control of his body once
more.
“Oh goddesses have mercy on me… What– What happened why did you stop?”
//I forgot you don’t have a fridge.//
“I–What?”
//Nothing just… We have to get this cold and solid. And asap.//
“Cold huh? Will an ice rod work.”
//If you ruin this I swear I’ll make your life hell//
“Geez take it easy! I’m not gonna drop this!”
The
little hero swung his ice rod in an arc, sending a chilling blast to
the pan. Though he was careful with his movements and force this time.
Judging by how his body was being forced and pushed to move this fast he
was terrified of what others were in store if something went wrong. The
sauce solidified as the temperature rapidly dropped, eventually
becoming dense enough to cut.
//Okay back to work. Hurry before the espuma melts!//
The
little hero let out a surprised yelp as his body was being flung wildly
around the small kitchen. He began beating the whites rapidly until
they began to get foamy and pale.
“My wrist my wrist my wrist my wrist my wrist– What are we even making you haven’t told me yet!”
//Magic//
Bowyetta took a moment to look over at Red. “B-Bowyetta cannot be calming down!” She stammered. “How you are that much done already?! Bowyetta has not even cooked her rice yet and- EEEK!”
Bowyetta jumped at the sudden noise, very nearly spilling rice everywhere. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was about to fire an arrow in the noise’s direction, when suddenly she caught sight of the blackboard. Her eyes widened, and she put the arrow down on the counter. “T-This is really being for Bowyetta?” She didn’t know where it had come from, but she was happy someone was cheering for her.
Vinny gave a quick tug on Bowyetta’s hair to get her attention. “Look at this, Bowyetta~! Whoever it was, it looks like they brought you some water for your rice~!” The arrows picked up the hose, and siphoned some of the water from the pool into Bowyetta’s pot.
Bowyetta struck an arrow on her body, and carefully place him under the pot. “Please to be staying there while the rice is cooking,” she instructed him, before picking up her knife to chop the onions. As she did so, a couple of arrows had already broken two eggs into a bowl, and took spoon into their mouths to beat them.
Vinny now noticed Link’s screaming, and realized that might have been what caused Bowyetta’s panic before. He reached into Bowyetta’s hair and produced what appeared to be a radio. “Excuse me, Miss Eclair~!” he called upward. “Would you mind if I put on some music~? I think Bowyetta might have though Mr. Link was in danger, and it might help keep her calm…”
The ghost heroes stared at the chaos unfolding in the kitchen with varied expressions. Time’s was deadpan, as if he were watching an average person walking down the road. But, he had seen and experienced nearly everything imaginable by that point, so he was rather hard to surprise. Most of the others had more puzzled or baffled expressions, however.
Meanwhile outside, Twilight was happily roasting the chiles away above the flames. His other vegetables were already diced and ready to cook, and the brisket and cheese were shredded. He hummed happily to himself, making sure to keep himself as quiet as possible so as to not attract attention to Brown’s illusion. Were a person to stand by the road in front of Art’s house, they would see only his front wall and door. Brown had projected a picture of the scene onto a magical three-sided wall that left a good ten feet between it and Art’s actual house. The brunet hero was also standing guard just behind the wall, just in case he needed to use a subtle spell to influence any passerby to continue walking. Or perhaps he was just enjoying the smell of roasted chiles.
Twilight turned the chiles over to roast the other side. He wanted the skin browned and puckering. Luckily for him, as a shade he really couldn’t feel pain or be injured, so he could turn the chiles with his bare hands. Which was great, because Mini hadn’t brought him tongs or something similar. Luckily for whoever was judging, though he looked like a corpse with glowing eyes, he was more accurately a magical construct with a frightening form and therefore had no germs or other nasty things on his hands. He continued this for about another ten minutes, then removed them from the fire and started to clean them.
Once again, he was lucky he couldn’t feel pain. Capsaicin was not pleasant stuff to have all over your hands, but there wasn’t really a better way to remove the skin, stems, and seeds from all the chiles. He quickly cut up the jalapeños and chiles into short strips, then separated about a third of all the vegetables into a separate pile. He looked around his setup, then huffed slightly. If he had had lips, he would have pursed them in annoyance. Getting up from the ground, he went to the door and opened it, sticking his head inside the house. He stared momentarily at the other two shrieking chefs before raising his voice to ask anyone who would listen “Is there any chance Art has some bacon grease in his kitchen? Or cooking oil I guess? I’d even settle for butter.”
The Repairman found that a lot of issues were happening in a familiar universe. As he hauled his cart over there, humming “Turkey in the Straw”, he was shocked to find that familiar people were involved, too. Including a couple of real people… Oh, no. No. Not again. No. He was not going to be part of someone’s sick little game this time. But he did have a job to do, and it looked like he was going to have a crisis on his hands if he didn’t take care of it soon… He just hoped he could skirt by all these apparently confused, frantic and scared friends of his without being noticed. He’d see if he could help with recovery. As he slowly moved past them, he failed to notice one of the wheels of his cart squeaking…
“Uh, no? How can I get a haircut Inky I’m a ghost!” Quarters replied, tilting his head slightly. He leaned sideways to peer at the Wall behind Inky, and suddenly lit up and started dashing over, bouncing a bit on his toes as he got close.
“That looks fun! Hey can I help? I can hand you tools or something! I’m really bored over here and the guys don’t wanna play with me. Well maybe Mini would but I can’t find him. Ooooh what does that doohickey do?” he rambled excitedly, pointing to some contraption that defied definition.
“True…” the Repairman nodded, uncertainly. “I swear, there’s something different about you, though.”
He shrugged it off, and took a look at his workload.
“N-no, I’m fi– Oh, you could do that, I gue– Huh?”
The inkblot turned his eyes to see what Quarters was talking about. His gaze fell on what looked like a rounded metal “Y”.
“Oh, that’s a tuning fork,” he shrugged. “You can have it if you want.”
He picked it up and struck it against a nearby table. It resonated very satisfyingly.
“…It’s one of the few tools I haven’t found a use for…” he muttered, before handing it to the ghost.
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