“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.

E could tell his tone was on the unsure side but otherwise seemed fine with being on his own. That was good enough for E to feel no regret on leaving the repairman alone.

‘I have people and places waiting for me on the other side, So yes.’

Once shown, E closed the notebook, slipped the pen back in the spirals and tucked them safely back in their pockets. Then held a hand out for a handshake.

“Ah, all right,” he replied. Still seemed odd to take the monster-infested tunnels, but hey, they seemed to know what they were doing.

He extended an inky hand and shook E’s. Nodding, he thanked them once more and began to head out. He idly wondered if he’d be back here any time soon.

gags, she’s actually about to throw up that’s not even funny. that’s disgusting. it’s still a waste, but this time I mean the whole product. I think imma be sick, I gotta go… (kitterah [TK: consider it wrapped up, honestly the thought makes me nauseous, so seeing it might actually make her sick])

“Yeah it is.”

He tried to give an empty plastic bag to the anon, but by the time he found one she was already leaving.

He made a mental note to apologize later. Maybe give her something nice.

He checked for any more of that brand, but thankfully the rest of the candies were no-brands. Pulling out a butterknife, he sliced the offending bar off of the Wall. At least the chunk in the crack was hard to see.

After throwing away the awful thing, he ran out. At the very least, when Kitterah got back up, she would find a cold water bottle and a plate of saltine crackers.

“Nah, I think I’ve got it under control, as far as directions’re concerned,” Bruce said with a shrug. “But thanks. Now ye take care ‘f yerself, aye?” the great white asked. “No more gettin’ stuck in giant robots, at least not without me there to help ye,” he added with a chuckle.

“All right,” he shrugged. The 80’s weren’t too hard to find, anyhow.

He laughed with Bruce, saying, “Yeah, I’ll try. Good luck!”

“—! Ah, yes. So do I. It was nice meeting you though!”

The VP’s head spun slightly to have his smiling face forward.

“If there’s anything I can do for you, pretty much anytime is okay. Okay, maybe not ANYTIME because I wouldn’t want you to get hurt by suddenly showing up while I’m getting pushed off the side of Sellbot Towers. Anyway, have a nice day!”

“You too!” the Repairman waved.

He pulled an extendable ladder out of his toolbox and began to lower it down the desk. This ladder was never too short for his needs, and this time was no exception. Map in hand, he made his way out of the Cog Boss’s office and into the game proper.

Eight have entered the waters…

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The Repairman moved as if he was going to speak, then stopped.

“…You know,” he said, after a brief pause, “I never counted.”

Thinking for a moment, he finally replied, “Over ninety years’ worth, I can tell you that much.”

He hoped that was a good answer. It was the only one he could come up with.

“Well,” the inkblot sighed, "it’s been nice to meet you, but…“

He tapped his siren light, which made a ‘tink’ sound. ”…I should probably get going. You sure you’ll be all right?“

“Ninety years? Crikey…” he mused, words trailing off in moderate surprise. “Aye, I reckon I’ll be fine. Ye take care ‘f yerself, eh?” the great white said, giving a solemn nod to the other.

He wasn’t sure what Bruce would do with this new information, but if he took the news this well, the Repairman was certain Bruce would do some interesting things.

“You too,” he replied, returning the nod.

With that, he started to row his way towards Free Country, USA.

Eight have entered the waters…

“So not every minute?” the shark asked, a bit of relief in his voice. “Oh, well that’s good to know! It’d be awful nosy for someone to constantly watch me without m’ permission and all,” Bruce answered, eyeing the boat. “So where’re you off to, now, mate?”

The Repairman nodded, half in agreement. For him, however, it wasn’t so much nosiness he was concerned about. The Repairman wasn’t a performing Toon (save his blog), but he imagined it would be exhausting to have to entertain 24/7.

Upon hearing Bruce’s second question, the inkblot looked around uncertainly.

“Well, my siren light’s not up,” he started, tentatively, “so I don’t really have to go–”

Of course that would be when that stupid red thing sprang up. The Repairman sighed, pulling a single oar out of the raft.

“…Looks like I’ll have to go…” he started again, turning around, “that way.”

He squinted. “I think I’m headed to Free Country, USA.”

“Broke the wall? Looked at a camera…?” Crystal frowned a bit as she tried to piece it together. He was called the ‘Fourth Wall Repairman’. After a few moments it finally clicked with her, her eyes widening. “Wait, ‘breaking the fourth wall’? You mean that’s what you fix?”

“…I don’t follow,” was all Falcon could say, looking between Crystal and the Repairman in quiet confusion.

“I’ll explain later,” Crystal repeated to the masked demon with a small sigh. She managed a small smile as she watched the inkblot Toon retrieve his costume. “Well… I guess if you gotta go, you gotta go. But… feel free to drop by if you can, broken fourth wall or not. And no problem! If you want, you can take some snacks with you to go, at least. I hope you have a Happy Halloween!”

The Repairman nodded at Crystal’s question. Though he found it concerning that Falcon didn’t know. It was always either the comical or the curious that made the Repairman’s life more difficult, and he wondered if Falcon was the latter.

Still, that could wait. There was a job to do, and treats to pack.

“Thanks a bunch! You too!” he said cheerfully, grabbing a few snacks before going to grab his costume. As he put the shell on, a cross appeared where his siren light was. This addition had a faint red glow to it. He was proud of that detail he made.

Giving one last wave, the Repairman left the house and started to make his way to one of the New York variants.