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Link hummed as he fished in the river, waiting for a catch. It probably would have been easier to buy some fish at the market in town earlier in the daybut he really didn’t have the rupees for it. All he had was maybe 20 rupees in total, and that was definitely not enough for a meal. Most meats cost 150 rupees, or more, especially if it was red meat. There was so little to go around in Hyrule that he usually just resorted to fishing. Sometimes he got sick of it but well, if you’re hungry and it’s free, why not? Food is food.

Of course, he had to fish at night, in the day time, the Zora were out and about and ready to drag him down into the depths as their own personal entree. So here he sat, fire crackling next to him and hoping something would bite onto his empty hook. Preferably soon.

On the other side of the river, two blobs were also looking into the water.

“…C’mon,” Marie protested, “can’t we just get different tools-”

“I spent over sixty years getting all of those,” the Repairman replied, irritably shifting his grip on the fishing pole. “I’m getting my stuff back!”

Luckily, only the red toolbox fell into the water. Not only was Cat Slime safely in the blue toolbox, but so was a fishing rod and an oversized horseshoe magnet. It was only a matter of time before he had to see how many fish he’d have to evict from his tools.

Twang!

It felt like the magnet caught on something! The Repairman pulled back, reeling as hard as he could, but he seemed to be having trouble as he slid closer to the edge. Marie grabbed him, and together they yanked hard.

“You’re scaring me!”

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My muse just drank a love potion, but it’s causing them to become dangerously obsessed with your muse.

He loomed over the stranger with a grin, staring them down immensely. He had drunken some kind of elixir he had found in a broom closet, the bottle tossed to the side. He was suddenly very fascinated by this stranger.

“ Hello there. Are you lost, little sheep?”

Well.

The Repairman knew of Bendy, but he didn’t expect to see…something wearing a busted mask of the Toon. He looked like he was made of the same strange ink…

The inkblot looked up at the other, and couldn’t help feeling a little unease at how the stranger seemed to be looking at him.

“Um…hi,” he waved.

Little sheep? Well, a phrase like that was a bad sign.

“…No, just gotta… just gotta get my bearings, thanks.”

You haven’t slept for days, have you?

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“Is it that obvious?”

The Repairman nodded. Anyone could tell by the rabbit’s posture and manner of walking that he was not only awake for a long time, but also that he was very much not used to it.

It really wasn’t his business. He was just passing by. He had places to be, a Fourth Wall to fix…

He pulled his push-cart over and went over to the other Toon.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked.

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Psycho looked curiously at the individual, sniffing about and circling him in a curious manner. He other didn’t seem to pose a threat, nor was it someone he was instructed to kill, so he backed up, standing upright and gave a toothy grin.

The Repairman stiffened as the other Toon circled him. Was this a regular custom around this part of Toontown? Something about the weasel’s eyes told him there was something else going on. What could he be doing? Whatever it was, the Repairman decided, it wouldn’t do any good to move right now. He did not move, save for the occasional shiver when the weasel sniffed his inky form.

Finally, the Repairman relaxed as the straightjacketed character backed up. He didn’t know what the other was planning behind that grin, so he did little more than worriedly give a mouthless smile back.

After a brief moment, the Repairman felt something more was needed. This was getting a bit awkward.

“Um,” he ventured, “can I help you?”

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“ Fourth wall…. Oh! That screen where people watch me? Like how that girl’s writing what I’m saying right now?” Annndddd this is why we called you.

He was used to this sort of reaction by now. Most characters, upon learning of the Wall, naturally tested its limits. He reminded himself to be patient (anger could wait for repeat offenders) and looked up at the half-genie.
“Please,” he said, as calmly as one can with a literal siren blaring on their head, “This job is very taxing as is, so I would appreciate you not making it worse.“
And with that, he pulled supplies from his toolbox and got to work, all the while trying very hard to ignore the writer.