“Waaah!” Having the Repairman on her head was starting to make
Bowyetta too top-heavy. Though she tried to keep her balance, she
stumbled over backwards, crashing into a pile of scraps on the way. He
managed to get them both out of harm’s way, but not without causing some
injuries to her back.

“W-why you having done that?!” Bowyetta
tried to pick herself back up, but her head was much heavier than she
was used to. “Be getting off of Bowyetta right now!” She carefully tried
to reach into her hair for something to get the Repairman off with, but
yelped as soon as her hand touched the odd mixture of synthetic hair
and ink that now covered her head.

The shadow took notice of this. “What
are you doing?! Get off her right now! You’re ruining her with your
goo! …No! You’re trying to take my perfect body from me, aren’t you?!” Two more arms sprouted from the shadow’s “back”, and she prepared to crush the pair.

The jolt caused the tongue depressor to snap in two, with one half on the floor and the other stuck between Bowyetta and Repairman. Clearly he would need something stronger.

“Are you okay?” he asked, as he pulled out a large metal spoon and jammed it between them. “Sorry ‘bout that, that thing was gonna attack!”

He wiggled the spoon back and forth, trying to get himself free. However, he soon dropped the spoon as he saw the creature grow a pair of arms.

After the clatter, there was a moment of silence as the Repairman dug through his hammerspace, desperately feeling for something to help. Seeing that their time was running out, he pulled out something at random…

“…A pogo stick?” he sighed, annoyed. This wouldn’t have been his first choice, especially since he was stuck on someone who’d be quite unwilling to go with this, but it would have to do.

He slammed the bottom part of it on the ground, and about a second later the two of them were sent flying through the air.

Suddenly, Mr. Sir was swarmed by all three of the Misfits, along with a strange redheaded girl he’d never seen before. “ARE YOU OKAY HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO YOU WHAT HAPPENED*

The Repairman was just in the middle of putting his tools away when he suddenly found himself crowded by the Misfits and…that one girl from that one bizarre time.

As he clambered up on top of them so he could breathe, he assured them, “Yeah, I’m fine, nothing ha– what? What did you think happened to me?”

“EEEK!” Bowyetta screeched as soon as she felt something land on her
head. It wasn’t long before she realized what it was. “Get off!” She
tried to shake the Repairman off her head. “You are trying to be
drowning Bowyetta!”

The blob creature wasn’t happy with Bowyetta’s squirming. “Stop it, both of you!” It said, swinging its arm to slam them both into the ground.

The
impact caused Bowyetta’s head to get quite stuck in the Repairman’s
body, but she continued trying to shake him off blindly. “B-Bowyetta
cannot seeing of anything! Be getting off of her right now!”

She didn’t see that the shadow was rearing up for another attack.

“Oh, sorry– what? No, I’m trying to–”

WHAM!

The Repairman saw stars for a few seconds, and when he shook them off, he saw that he was quite stuck on Bowyetta’s head. From the way she was hollering, he was apparently over her eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” he grunted, trying to pull himself off. No dice; he needed something to pry himself off with.

As he pulled out a tongue depressor, he saw that the monster was about to attack again. His eyes widened.

“Move back move back!” he shouted, frantically shifting his weight in hopes Bowyetta would move away in time.

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“No, I don’t think so, I was just wondering.”

He looked at the recently repaired arrows.

“You guys going to go see Bowyetta?” he asked. “And how’s the food going?”

“Oh! Is Bowyetta awake?” One of the arrows asks. “Come on, guys, we gotta go see her!” An then it joined the others in clambering up the stairs.

Shortly afterward, Vinny came out of the kitchen, carrying the tray with him. “Oh, Mr. Sir~! Thank you very much for watching Bowyetta~ I think we can handle it from here, though~ But, there was something Bowyetta wanted you to have…”

He produced a small piece of some sort of red fiber and handed it to the Repairman. “It’s something to remember her by, Mr. Sir~ She doesn’t give those out to many people~ In fact, she’s only ever given them to Beepsumu and Bonkakira…“ And with that, he followed the rest of the arrows up the stairs.

“Oh!”

The Repairman quickly pulled out a sandwich bag and put the fiber into it. That just might be going into his safe of especially treasured possessions!

“Thank you! Now, where was I…?”

There were still little cracks in the Wall all over that had to be taken care of. Realizing he was behind schedule, he pulled out several rags and began plugging each hole as fast as possible. Within minutes, the rags and cracks faded.

He took a moment to catch his breath, and waved goodbye as he went out the door to head to some kind of stick figure animation.

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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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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.

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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?”

“BE STOPPING OF THIS!! RIGHT NOW!! BOTH OF YOU!!”

Bowyetta
had had quite enough of this. She could put up with her aching legs and
an imposter wanting to chop her up… But finding that one of her best
friends had been lying to her was more than she could handle. She
turned on the Repairman first. “You… You are finding Bowyetta to being a
monster? You are… Wanting to kill her…?”

She then turned to
“Bowyetta”. “This is what you thinking Bowyetta is wanting?! You are
thinking Bowyetta to being THIS horrible?! You are not being ANYTHING
like Bowyetta. You will NEVER being of ANYTHING LIKE BOWYETTA!” Tears
were streaming down her face. “Bowyetta… IS NEVER WANTING TO BE SEEING OF YOU EVER AGAIN!!”

But,
“Bowyetta” only went silent for a moment. “…Nyu hu… Nyu huhuhuhu…” The
aura around her began to grow, until it started to cloud the entire
room. “If this is how you are feeling…”

Bowyetta screamed, and
then the darkness cleared from the room. She and the imposter were
nowhere to be found. Rather, in the center of the room was some sort of…
blob-like creature. Its body seemed to be liquid, yet was also
metallic, and full of swirling colors. It had an odd face, with
window-like eyes and a mouth that seemed to be stitched up. It had a
single arm protruding from the top of its head, that seemed to be
holding some kind of striped object… But where was Bowyetta?

The Repairman leaped into the air, intent on cutting that arm off the shadow’s head with a buzzsaw. As the real Bowyetta screamed for him to stop, he came to a halt in midair, with the sound of a tire screeching. Upon the first “you”, he fell to the ground with a plop, looking at her with a mix of shock and confusion. As she questioned him, his eyes widened, and he unconsciously dropped both tools.

“N-no…I was talking to that thing…wasn’t even going to…”

He trailed off, his eyes tilting towards the floor. This was not how it was supposed to go at all…

He couldn’t even muster up the energy to cheer for Bowyetta as she went off on her imposter. As he quietly put the tools away, he felt her last shout was going to apply to him, too…

He turned to leave, but noticed the aura as it passed him. He turned back as Bowyetta screamed, only to find an enormous creature of liquid metal where the two were. And it looked like it was holding…

“Bowyetta!”

Frantically, he looked around, digging into a scrap pile until he found a comically oversized saw, a lump of metal, and a large, heavy steel dome.

“Hang on!”

Quickly, he set up the seesaw and hoisted the dome. It took some doing, but he was able to lift it. Sweating profusely, he stood on one end of the saw, and hurled the weight to the other.

He was flung into the air, right above the creature’s head…

“Uwa… B-Bowyetta is thinking so… We must be leaving quickly, Mr. Sir.”

However,
Bowyetta” was absolutely furious. She grabbed Bowyetta’s wrist, and
quickly turned on the Repairman. All the fake sweetness had disappeared
from her voice. “You having lied to Bowyetta? You not wanting to help
her at all, are you?! You are not finding her to be beautiful. You are finding Bowyetta to be horrible, disgusting, repulsive, a monster!”

“But, do not be worrying. Mr. Sir~” Her false sweetness had come back. “Is all going to change, now that you having given her to me~” She then began dragging Bowyetta towards the center of the room.

The Repairman was also quick to lose his fake affection.

“You’re right,” he snapped. “I do see a monster! And cutting up my friend is not going to help that.”

He quickly pulled out a buzzsaw and a power drill and began to pursue the fake Bowyetta.

“Come here,” the Repairman called out, in pursuit of this thing, “and I’ll show you the problem!”

He wasn’t going to kill her, no. But he did plan to remove everything that clearly didn’t belong to this abomination.