askshinko:

askthefwrp:

The pantry indeed had the required foodstuffs. However, it took a bit for Shinko to find them, as everything seemed to be chaotically rearranged. Many of the bottles had toppled over on shelves they weren’t on before, and several bags had fallen neatly onto the floor.

Shinko had just found the raisins when she noticed that one of the bottles had spilled. It kept spilling, far more than non-Toon physics should allow, until the liquid began to take shape.

“Ugh,” groaned the Repairman. “Talk about a wrong turn.”

Sinko shrieked a bit as she went to hide behind Shinko, pointing at the blob that was taking shape. “Da Blot! It da Shadow Blot!” she cried, cowering behind her interdimensional counterpart.

Shinko’s blue eyes watched the black liquid take form until she heard it speak. “…Mr. Repairman? Is that you?” he asked.

“Argh… Shinko? Wha… Where…?” The Repairman straightened and tried to get his bearings. He was having a difficult time of it, seeing how his eyes were apparently trying to float in different directions across his form. He continued this until finally his eyes relaxed, at which point he decided to do the same, his form slowly receding to the floor. He checked himself to see if anything came with him, brushing off flecks of concrete and pushing them into a dustpan. Then something seemed to sink in.

“Shadow Blot? That’s a new one. Tell me, Shinko, who’s your friend here?”