“I’m sorry, Bowyetta. I don’t think I can watch much TV anymore. It’s too stressful!”

[[A long-overdue ask, but here it is, @bonkakira-and-friends! I hope the pencil artwork is ok…]]

The Repairman, meanwhile, was about to get moving again, so he tossed
the key ring back into his toolbox and shut it, humming to himself.
Little did he know that he had not only trapped the Denpa-Men, but also
possibly threw a pile of metal at them.

Cat Slime glared at the blue Denpa. She had to trip and ruin his pie? He was too busy being offended by that to notice what she was screaming.

He gently picked her up with his mouth, and unceremoniously dropped
her onto the pile just outside the pie. His attention turned back to the
rest of the Denpa-Men, making sure they weren’t going after his treat
again.

However, this only seemed to make the blue Denpa panic even more. “H-Help! It’s trying to kidnap me!”

The other Denpa-Men, however, were dealing with some trouble of their own. Suddenly, some sort of large metal object was dropped in front of them, very nearly landing ON them. To make matters worse, the lid of the box suddenly closed on them, just as they were preparing to escape.

“We’re trapped now!” The white Denpa suddenly panicked. “And that thing’s gonna eat Susumu!”

While the other Denpa-Men tried to open the lid again, the pink Denpa was on her way to help Susumu. “Hang on, I’m coming for you!” Her antenna started to glow, and… She fired a healing beam directly at the blobby creature.

Cat Slime tried to dodge, but alas, he was caught in the beam. Suddenly, a sense of warmth and bliss came over him. He hummed contentedly to himself. Maybe these bug things weren’t so bad…

When the Repairman’s cart started moving again, Cat Slime was snapped out of the healing effects. His body jostled, and several items slid to the right wall, with varying speeds.

He flicked his ears in what looked like an “oh well” gesture, and began to eat some of the pie. Finally!

“W-wait!” The white haired girl suddenly stood up and made her way
over to the toolbox. “You can’t leave yet! Not when Bowyetta is stuck
like this!”

Barrette looked at her mother, who was, indeed, still stuck inside the toolbox, before looking at Mr. Sir again. “Help Mama?”

While
Bowyetta was struggling to get herself back in the toolbox, Bonk had
reached the group and was shocked at what she saw. “Oh my god! Ink Bro!
What happened to Bowyetta? Who did this to her?!”

“B-Bonkakira!”
Bowyetta had had enough. “No one is having done anything to Bowyetta.
Please to be leaving her alone.” With that she tried to get out of the
toolbox, but her shoulder pieces were still stuck on the edge. “Um, Mr.
Sir? Please to be helping Bowyetta getting out of here.”

“Working on it,” said the Repairman, exasperated by how this was going. He scanned the floor and picked up a crowbar.

“I didn’t know what was happening, she just gave me the happy news” (He seemed to soften and smile at Barrette as he said that part) “like, five minutes ago.”

He grunted as he pulled on the crowbar, with the intent of popping Bowyetta out.

“She seemed really panicked, so I told her she could sit in my toolbox, but…”

He looked down again.

“…Yeah. Sorry ‘bout all this…”

The girls appeared from the void, holding various boxes and trays. “Mr. Sir! We are having brought you of some-” Bowyetta was the one to speak up, until she saw the strange blue blob next to him. “Oh! You are not having told Bowyetta you were having of a child! Much cute she is being! What she is being called?”

bonkakira-and-friends:

siblings-a-fixin:

“Hi!” Marie waved, moving closer to the Bowyer. Clearly, the paint spatter was curious about this odd cast of characters. She grabbed Bowyetta’s hand and began shaking it a touch too hard. “I’m Marie!”

She paused for thought.

“Well…I’m not really his kid…”

The Repairman shook his head vigorously.

“No,” he said, resentfully, “You’re my replac–”

“Assistant,” she interrupted, wearily shaking her head. She paused for thought.

“Since we’re from the same studio…would that make us brother and sister…?”

The Repairman did not reply to this. He had no way to refute it.

Bowyetta’s arm joints could be heard squeaking as she was shaken a bit too hard. “Is much nice meeting of you, Miss Marie,” she replied, sounding a bit dizzy now. “Bowyetta’s name is being Bowyetta.”

Susumu then stepped up to Mr. Sir, handing him a box as she did so. “Well, we just wanted to bring some food for you and Cat Slime, but a new sister? That calls for a celebration, if you ask me!” She then turned to introduce herself. “I’m Susumu! I’m what you might call… Well, for everyone’s sake, let’s just say I’m the embodiment of a… Higher authority, as it were.”

Then it was Beep’s turn to introduce herself. She timidly extended her hand. “Well, Im Beep. I’m sort of the den mother of the void, you might say. If you and Mr. Sir need any help, you can just ask me, okay? Would you like to meet Bonk and Quartz too?”

“Nice to meet you, Bowyetta!” she said, lifting her bow as if she was tipping a hat. Gosh, this…character was interesting!

It took a moment for what Susumu said to register, but when it did, her eyes widened.

“Oh, does that mean you’re a—MMPH!”

The Repairman’s inky hand was suddenly over where the spatter’s mouth would be. She looked, shocked, at him, noting his stern expression.

“Yup,” he said, calmly, “It does.”

“Ohph,” she nodded. “Ophkaph.”

Well, she was new. She was grateful she was saved from blowing it before she did any actual assisting.

Once he removed his hand, she looked back at Susumu.

“Anyway, a celebration…?” she asked, confused. “I’d love to, but…I haven’t done anything yet…”

Finally, Marie shook Beep’s hand, in the same bit-too-hard manner as before.

“Hehe, help the helper! All right, thanks! And sure, I’d love to!”

“Yeah,” the Repairman piped up, “I haven’t met Quartz either. Now’s as good a time as any, I guess…”

At that statement, Bowyetta became angry. “Who is having told you of
this, Mr. Sir?!“ she demanded. “Of course you are much deserving! You
are much being important, are you knowing? Bowyetta is knowing that she
is not having to be doing of all this. But after all you are having done
for Bowyetta? You are meaning of very much to her and her friends. Is
why Bowyetta is wanting to be caring for you, Mr. Sir. You are being of
much importance, and do not be letting anyone say that you are not.”

Cat Slime had hopped up onto the inkblot’s chest, calmly but intensely squeaking at him. It was in a similar vein to Bowyetta’s speech, but with a somewhat harsher, “tough love” edge.

“…I…I…”

If the inkblot was teary-eyed before, his eyes were just two big puddles of paint now.

“…I…you mean it…?”

He was still painfully unaware of his unemployment, but he still couldn’t bring himself to confess.

“A-are you sure…? I mean…I mean…”

The rest of what he said was lost in very loud and rapid sobbing as he buried his face in the blanket.

“Eek!” Though Bowyetta couldn’t see much, she suddenly felt herself
being flung out of the toolbox. No, no, she couldn’t let this happen.
She tried to catch herself before anyone saw her, but…

CLUNK.

When
Bowyetta opened her eyes, she found herself… Partly stuck inside the
toolbox. Her head was still sticking out, but her shoulders had gotten
caught on the edge of the toolbox. She looked at Mr. Sir, looking
genuinely worried. “You are having told Bowyetta no one would be finding
of her!”

“Mama!” It seemed like Barrette had taken notice of
her mother, and ran over to give her a hug. However, she wasn’t the only
one who noticed, and Bonk was on her way…

The Repairman was still face-down on the floor.

“I never said that,” he called out, in a muffled voice. “In fact I told you I made no promises!”

Finally getting up, he gave all three Misfits an apologetic look.

“…I really shouldn’t have gotten involved in this…I just had to know what she was on about…”

He sighed.

“…I’ll…er…should I see myself out…?” he asked, hoping to get out of this as fast as possible. He went over to pick up Cat Slime.

“Nyu hu… Nyu hu hu…” The Factory looked the same as ever, except someone very familiar seemed to be here. When she first caught sight of the strange ink creature, her first instinct was, as ever, to shoot an arrow at him. She loaded one of her burning arrows into herself and fired it at him. She missed, of course, but… Had the shot given her away?

“Guh!”

One minute, the Repairman was just checking on yet another alternate universe, the next, a flaming projectile whizzed over his head.

“Hey, watch it!” he called out. “You coulda hit me!”

He paused for thought. This did look like Smithy’s factory, and he remembered how they reacted to intruders. He was still glad the paralysis was short-lived.

“Oh…”

The Denpa-Men, however, payed no attention to the sleeping creature.
Despite how much larger it was than them, thy were in desperate need of
food, and continued following the scent.

“Hey, I knew there’d be something in here!” The blue Denpa exclaimed
as she laid eyes on the pie. “It’s… You know… One of those big crispy
things that humans fill with fruit! But… I think it’s too hot for me.
Someone else go try it first.”

A black Denpa with shades stepped forward. “I’ll do it,” she
volunteered, as she stepped closer to the pie. “If there’s something
wrong with it, I’m the best at handling poison anyway.” The other
Denpa-Men didn’t argue with this, and instead watched as she reached up
to break off a piece of the crust before shoving it into her mouth.
After a moment, she gave a nod of approval. “Come on, it’s okay. It’s
perfectly fine, and we won’t get caught.”

Honestly, the other Denpa-Men didn’t care about getting caught, they
just wanted to fill their stomachs. They all climbed up to the top of
the pie and started eating, not noticing the movement nearby…

If the Denpa-Men were a little more careful, they may have noticed how many loose things were in the pile. As it was, several screws, a fountain pen, and a couple of hard drives fell lower into the toolbox, making a surprisingly large clatter on impact.

“…?”

Cat Slime rose, still groggy, and looked around. His vision was a bit blurry, but he could see…tiny colored smudges around his pie…?

He shook his head and looked again.

Thieves!

He shambled on top of the now-cooled pie, and looked down on the tiny…things irritably.

He began squeaking something to the effect of “It’s mine! Get your own!”

He hoped that would be the end of it. All he wanted to do was enjoy his treat in peace. What’s more, there was something oddly familiar about this bunch…

Secretly, Bowyetta was relieved that Mr. Sir hadn’t been attacked by
Yaridovich. She wasn’t afraid of him, of course, but she didn’t exactly
want to go back to the Factory…

It was strange though. If he hadn’t been hurt, then what was going on? Why was he acting so weird?

“…Is
not much mattering, Mr. Sir.” Bowyetta gave him an oddly tired-looking
smile. “You may be staying with Bowyetta for as long as you are wanting.
Let us be finished eating soon, and then we can go downstairs to be
watching of Nise Suta Heishi.”

“…Thank you,” the inkblot finally managed, after an awkwardly long silence. He seemed to be poking at his soup more than he was eating it.

“You know,” he said, after a while, “you really didn’t have to do any of this…I…I don’t really deserve it…”

Cat Slime looked at the inkblot in alarm, squeaking a sound like “What?!”