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Insecure

Sileas took her sweet time with approaching the unknown beast; A giggle bubbling out from petite painted lips.

If
she must guess- by its distressed noises alone- then the puppet wouldve
said that the creature was a blubbering coward. Not that anything was
wrong with that. She adores the faint of heart! In all her time hunting,
she found them to be the most unpredictable of the harvest pool; And
therefore the most delectable.

Recognizing the language to be (nearly) the same as her previous victim, she clears her throat,

“My dear, must you hide?”

She tries to coo, but her voice cracks, bouncing off the walls of the
makeshift hideaway. It was nearly impossible to interpret the puppet at
times with her mangled vocal chords.

A human hand rises from its
postion on a jutted hip to sheild her eyes. The light was starting to
wear her patience thin…What kind of stunt was the creature trying to
pull?

“Come now, Cast away your light. You only
…make this difficult!”

With her three fingered claw failing to
fit in the opening, she fishes one talon in after the Repairman. It took
a few minutes but her claw finally connects with (what she assumed was)
its body. Sileas hooked around it, yanking it out into the sunlight….

“Ugh.”

A look of disgust flashes across her patchy face as she tried to flick some black…something off her beautiful purple nail.

The Repairman heard something else entirely. He stopped shaking and looked at this thing in confusion.

“Mush will try?” he asked. “What does that mean?”

He was quick to shrink back, however, when he remembered what he was talking to.

“U-um,” he stammered, trying to cover his siren light, “I-i can’t t-turn it off unt-til…”

He trailed off, glimpsing at the crack in the Wall. An idea was starting to form….

“Waugh!”

He looked around desperately for an escape as the thing clawed for him, but there was none. He yelped as the claw went right into him and scooped a small part of him out.

As the…person?…was occupied with flicking the ink off her finger, he cleared his throat.

“…Y-you wanted to know about that, uh, ‘magic gate’?” he asked, hoping that would buy him some time.

Insecure

It would appear that luck favored the
Repairman today. The damaged wall just so happened to be located in a
forsaken town. There was a plethora of nooks to hide in, courtesy of the
crumbling stone buildings. So by the time the puppet had spun on her
heels, he was gone.
Fortunate for him, but not so much for his
scapegoat. The third creature in that ghost town was the only human
there. A young man on the brink of death, writhing at the base of the
wall.
Sileas had chased him here, only to find deep self-inflicted
wounds on his body. It was a desperate attempt to evade harvest and it
worked; But it only angered the puppet more. They discovered the wall
when he was launched at it. Blood still streaked it.
“Enough tricks; How do I open the magic gate?”
“P-please…”
The man wheezed,
“Im…not a w-wizard…I d-don…Please-!”
“USELESS!”
Sileas
wouldnt listen to his excuses or his begging. Her spirit hand slipped
out from her vessel and squashes him like a bug. His life effectively
snuffed out…

Now luck decided to turn its back on the little ink blot.

Sileas caught a glimpse of his siren light.

The Repairman’s eyes widened as he heard the thing address someone else. He winced. How did he not notice this person? Could he have…?

He gulped as he heard the sickening crunch, and wondered just how much he could have really helped.

As he heard the thing come closer, the heart the Repairman didn’t even know he had started thumping louder than a drum. Why did he feel so much terror about this…? He survived monsters before…

As he was pondering this, Sileas got closer, only to see the inkblot huddled and muttering to himself about how he’d be fine no matter how this turned out…

It was a battle of curiosity and self control as Zelda prowled the edge
of the imaginary boundary she had set for herself. Already she was still
too close. The pull of the foreign portal lapped at her hair and dress
hem like a gentle breeze. Going any further could risk disrupting the
Repairman.
Maybe the ink blot should be stopped. He seemed alittle too skittish for
the princess’ liking. What, in the name of Hylia, would posses him to
scream at an apple?
Its appearance was abit….off, but there was no need to frighten her like
that.
Her face lits up as she sees the first hint of the leather bound book,
the dying light reflected off the golden lettering.
“Yes, I cant thank you enough.”
She leafs through it quickly, making sure none of the pages were missing
before allowing it to disappear in Farore’s Wind. It would find its
proper place on her shelf.
“…And you have my humble apologizes as well.”

“Um, sure thing,” he said, trying to laugh off that…wrong apple. “And yeah, um, no problem!”

He watched the book disappear with mild interest. A magical princess, then? Made sense, here…

“Well, just gonna finish up here, then should have a break…”

He pulled out a paint roller and soon the remaining cracks were completely gone. At least, as far as the Repairman was concerned. The ink would have to dry first. He turned back to Zelda.

“That should do it.”

Insecure

@heros-bane

Well, this was new. Some….thing was clawing at the Wall. The Repairman wasn’t even sure what he was looking at in the poor light, or what it was doing, but he knew he needed to stop it before it got worse.

“Hey, sto—” he began to call out, before realizing (probably too late) that he should actually see what this was before he brought attention to himself. Whatever this thing was, it probably wouldn’t take too kindly to him…

He swallowed, looking around for a place that would hide him and his blinking siren light. He might even be able to figure this thing out from his surroundings…

A yellow ribbon finds its way to the Repairman’s toolbox handle. Zelda didn’t know if the creature actually had a home. She decided to offer a permanent room in the castle the next time they met.

He looked around, seeing no clue as to who tied this to his toolbox. Huh. Well, he might as well wrap this mystery ribbon around his wrist. Best to make friends if it was a stranger, and best to give a nice gesture if it was someone he knew.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder who sent this ribbon…he had the feeling they were watching his reaction somehow…

Eh, ‘s probably nothing…

Dropped?
Her cheeks flushed. There was plenty of possible ways to describe what
had just transpired; But that seemed fairly…relaxed.
“Yes- Please. That journal mustnt fall into the wrong hands.”
Perhaps it was simply a joke. Afterall, this was the Repairman’s duty.
Hylia only knows how many por- ‘Walls’, this creature has seen. Maybe,
in his eyes, this was a much more tamer case.
This thought failed to ease the Princess’ mind. Something just didnt
feel right…Whatever it may be, she would just have to be ready for it.

“All right, just give me a minute…”

He carefully opened up the tear and stuck his hand in it. The crack slowly grew, and the Repairman’s eyes seemed to be closed in…fear?…disgust…?

Eventually, he pulled something back into this world. He risked opening an eye, to find an apple. The apple didn’t look like it came from here. It was more detailed, more well-shaded, more real.

The Repairman squealed in distress and hurled it back through the Wall.

Well, second time’s the charm. He kept one eye closed, but risked looking through with the other. It only took about ten seconds before he fished a book out and sealed the Wall with chickenwire, but it felt like an eternity.

That kind of realism was horrifying.

He regained his composure and walked up to the Princess to hand her the journal.

“Is this it?” he asked, hopefully.