“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Marie! Nice to meet a fellow assistant!”

Winnie
wasn’t too sure what a ‘Fourth Wall Repairman’ was, but she just
brushed it off and reached out to give a handshake. Well, she would’ve,
if if wasn’t for thee aforementioned noises.

“Uh… not too often, at least.”

Marie gulped.

“…Well, hopefully it’ll just pass, and–”

CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG

“ACK!” she cried out, leaping into Winnie’s arms. She had precious little in her hammerspace, and she doubted her bow would protect her. She looked down at the floor, anticipating whatever this approaching thing was.

Meanwhile, the Repairman was dangling hundreds of feet in the air on a pair of large horseshoe magnets. He looked up at the stretch of pipe he still had to climb.

“…stupid, stupid,” he muttered, sweating. “…Tell her to go over there…in a strange lab…might as well HAND her to these guys…”

He redoubled his efforts, determined to get to Marie before any scalpel does.

🌟[[Marie @ whomever you want.]]

cortexscommandos:

send 🌟 to keep my muse from doing something dumb

“Hold it right there, you purple wad of mucus!” Neo grabbed Marie by her bow. “I don’t know why my assistant let you in here, but I would at least ask of you not to touch anything!”

“Ack!”

Marie suddenly found herself dragged back and lifted off the ground by her bow, face-to-face with (she presumed) Dr. Cortex.

“Oh, heh, sorry, I just noticed some of the buttons weren’t lit up…that’s not a problem, is it?”

To her, it looked like they were blinking out at pure random, but she realized that was kind of a dumb conclusion to think this was an issue.

“…Sorry, I’ll leave it to you next time, Dr. Cortex…”

The weasel let her guess for a little while longer, before giving her an answer. “Uh.. I’m pretty sure It just stands for his first name, Neo. Then again, I never asked him.”

“Speaking of names, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” She tried to change the subject. “I’m Winnie Weasel, and yourself?”

“…NEET? Neon? Nourishment? Nyarlathotep? Northwest–ohhh! That makes more sense!”

She sighed in relief. She was beginning to run out of guesses, and out of breath.

“Yeah, heh,” she chuckled, “we haven’t. Hi, Winnie! I’m Marie, assistant to the Fourth Wall Repairman!”

She didn’t see a reason to hide that; after all, Winnie seemed really sweet, and Marie doubted she’d do much with this information.

Clang! Clang!

Rhythmic banging sounds came from somewhere below. Something was climbing on the metal below, and it seemed to be getting faster.

Marie looked at Winnie uneasily.

“…Does…that happen often…?” she asked.

“Who,
me?” The weasel had a little chuckle herself. “You’re asking the wrong
one in a ladcoat; I’m just his assistant. Dr. Cortex is the mad
scientist here.”

She points at one of his paintings of himself, depicting him as tall,
muscular, and godlike. He’s most certinally compensating for something.

“It’s a little exaggerated, yes, but I think you get the idea of who he is.”

“Oh!” Marie exclaimed, turning to look at the painting.

She said nothing for a while, just scanning the image.

“…What does the N stand for? Neat? Neurosurgeon? Nightingale?”

She felt it best not to mention how big his head was. Judging by the picture, this Cortex guy was a little sensitive…

Instead, she kept on firing off rapid guesses.

“Nice? Narcotic? Nanotechnology? Ninny–no…OH! No? Nip?…”

It was clear if she wasn’t stopped, she would keep going until she was even bluer in the face.

“I didn’t know it did that.”

cortexscommandos:

“I mean, It’s called the Evolvo-Ray. It evolves animals to be more advanced versions of themselves. No disrespect to you personally, but I thought it was a little obvious. ”

“Ohhh…”

Marie was not expecting something like THIS. All she was told to do was “stand over there or something”. She had no idea that was a lift, or that it led to this weasel’s “Evolvo Ray.” But the weasel seemed friendly enough, so she wasn’t about to complain.

“Yeah, I guess it WAS a little obvious…” the paint blot chuckled. “You know, it’s weird; my brother looked really uneasy about this place. I don’t get it…you’re not exactly a MAD scientist, are you…?”

“HOO!” -Rilla Roo

~~[[gah this has been in my askbox for too long sorry ‘bout that]]~~

The Repairman leaped back, startled by this sudden monkey outburst. This was a lab!

He turned to see an oddly-tailed simian looking at him.

The inkblot thought a minute, trying to remember the monkey languages he knew.

“Aloha, acquaintance,” he said, in Standard Toon Ape, “Am I being cause of injustice? Much needing to industry, but vamoose soon.”