“Toons are supposed to make people laugh….”

xhcly-shenanigansx:

💫~“Well…i do agree with you toons are meant to be mainly entertainers for children, but I’m slightly more different than any other toon. You see, I was created to bring the world peace, mortality, and faith to childrens and adults everywhere. Besides I’m not really good with ‘Humor’ per say”~💫

At least Madeline wasn’t wrong about her creation, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was even meant to be funny or not.

The Repairman sighed.

“…At least you were made for entertainment of some kind,” he said, sitting down. It was clear from the way he did it he put a lot of practice into making his blobby inkblot form have a clear “sitting” look.

He wasn’t entirely convinced that real-life humans didn’t just all have broad (if sick) senses of humor, though, but it wasn’t worth fighting over that.

“I was just made to fix the Fourth Wall. I wasn’t made as an entertainer at all!”

Anita had to stifle a giggle at the stern, yet confused expression that appeared on the Demon Lord’s lips at the little creature’s retorts. Ghirahim was not used to his derision’s to be responded with such nonchalance.

He leaned back in the chair, watching them continue their work as Anita relayed the story from memory for a second time. Though he found the entire situation to be utterly perplexing, Anita was deriving quite a bit of enjoyment from the strangeness… he supposed (so long as these little ‘nimrods’ did not get in his way) he could deal with the situation for the time being. If for her sake alone.

“Will this ‘fourth wall’ take much longer to fix?” Patience was a virtue, the Demon Lord knew, however it was one in which he was severely lacking.

@siblings-a-fixin

“Shouldn’t take too much longer,” the Repairman replied, immediately. Very few with a presence like this man’s had much patience. “Just a few dabs of cement, and it should–”

“Actually,” Marie piped up, “You forgot about the nails and the drywall and the–”

“…What are you talking about?” Repairman asked, genuinely confused. His eyes darted to the man, and back to her.

“All I’m saying is, you don’t even work on any of the details of the work. You just–”

“Get the job done, yeah.” The Repairman’s eyes narrowed, as he slapped another shovel of concrete onto the fracture in the Fourth Wall. He coughed, turning back to the Demon Lord. “Sorry about that, erm, sir. It should be done in the next couple minutes…”

superbomberdogbros:

@askthefwrp liked for a starter.

“Eww, and just what are YOU supposed to be?” The pink Bomberdog demanded, adjusting her eyepatch slightly as she glared at the two blobby creatures. She had never seen anything like them before on this planet. Were they even FROM this planet?

Well, if there were monsters in her base, she’d just have to take care of them herself. She produced a pink heart-shaped bomb from behind her back and held it above her head.

“…I suggest you leave before I blow you apart.”

“…We’re just passing Toons,” the Repairman muttered, offended by the dog’s apparent disgust. Blobs or not, he and Marie were fine!

Both looked in confusion at the “heart”. Was this some kind of weird greeting–

Oh.

“No need for that,” the Repairman huffed, pulling a tennis racket out from seemingly nowhere. He wasn’t gonna get blown into smithereens again today!

Marie, meanwhile, was ready to charge this dog. She planned to tackle her and defuse the bomb.

“PUT IT DOWN!”

Ally had to be careful when wandering around the studio, there were a
lot of hazards she had to avoid. The ink, the ones who didn’t realize
she wasn’t Alice and tried to hurt her, and the studio was falling apart
rather badly. If you weren’t careful where you stepped you might fall
through the floor or get surprised by a broken pipe. This part of the
studio was always silent so hearing voices was a startling surprise for
her, and Ally did her best to follow the voice.

It wasn’t long before she caught up to the strange intruder. They defiantly weren’t a toon from this studio.

“Hello?”

“OH!” the Repairman exclaimed. “Yes, hi, we’re just…doing…things…around here…”

“Oh, give up,” Marie sighed irritably, turning to the other Toon. “Sorry, you can probably guess we’re not from around here. Is it all right if we quickly fix the Wall here…?”

“You didn’t have to mention–”

“She probably already knows. Most Toons seem to…”

“…Fair enough…”

“Well, anyway, sorry you have to meet us like this.”

Marie gestured to the blended form she shared with her brother.

“…Bit of a story. Anyway, who are you? Surprised we haven’t met a whole lot of others here…”

A blue paint blob with a green bow slowly approached Alice, blushing. “Um…was that YOU singing…?” Her eyes darted around nervously.

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Alice was singing softly to pass the time, nothing fancy just a small song to fight away her boredom, but she stopped when she realized someone was approaching her. She’s never seen this blob before but she had a feeling that they might be an acquaintance of the Repairman.

“It was, i’m sorry if it wasn’t all that good to listen to. It’s been a while since I’ve sung anything or had a good practice.”Alice says smiling down at the other

“…No!“ Marie exclaimed, a little too quickly. “I mean, uh…it was pretty good…I liked it…um…”

The pink of her blush grew larger, and the center began to turn redder. She cleared her throat.

“…Yeah, I don’t mind at all,” she managed. Even hearing this Toon’s voice echoing through the halls, she felt her heart beating faster. Even the Repairman, who was absorbed in his work, was bobbing and swaying to the music.

Marie chanced a glance up at the singer. Oh gosh, her entire body was starting to turn pink at this point. That halo! Those eyes! That dress! She was one well-drawn Toon!

Quickly, she averted her gaze.

“So, uh…to whom…that is, who are…bluh, no…I mean…”

Her voice quickly lapsed into silence. Already she was messing this up! She sighed.

“…What’s your name?” she finally managed, lamely.

Shinko giggled, “Well come on in! The dining table’s just over this
way. You two can grab a seat and Falcon’ll have food for us in no time!”

“Settle
down, Shinko,” Crystal warned the Toon girl, watching as Shinko ran
over to grab herself a seat. The dark haired woman let out a small sigh,
looking back down at the ink blobs. “Just to let you two know, Falcon’s
not much of a talker around strangers. So if it seems like he’s
ignoring you…try not to take it personally?”

From the dining
table, Shinko kicked her feet idly as she glanced over towards the
kitchen area, where Falcon was putting together a variety of sandwiches
and a platter of parmesan truffle fries. While the dark eyes of Falcon’s
mask focused on the task at hand, the blank white eyes that formed on
the hair-like portion of his head managed to catch a glimpse of the
arriving ink blobs. Though he showed no signs of it outwardly, knowing
that unexpected guests had arrived, and complete strangers at that, made
him feel a little more nervous.

The Repairman and Marie cheerfully followed Shinko into the house, nodding as Crystal explained.

When they clambered onto their seats, however, the Repairman spotted Falcon, and his eyes widened in surprised recognition. He decided against reminding him (if he was awkward around strangers, that would make it worse), but he remembered one Halloween where he was dressed as a tombstone…

Instead, he smiled alongside Marie, who was idly looking around.

“So…” she said, turning to Shinko, “…um…you mentioned blasting the Wall…with a rifle…?”

“More common than you’d think,” the Repairman said, absently. “Besides, don’t even know if she did that…”

The paint spatter seemed to ignore that comment, as she was too busy trying to take this all in. A human(oid), a demon, and their Chibi/Toony child, who knew her way around firearms? This was a really neat family!

Combo!

With the Repairman:
Implausible Ricochet – Shinko fires a bullet at a metal plate the Repairman holds up. The force of the shot causes him to spin, smacking any nearby enemies. The bullet itself bounces around until it hits something.

With Marie:
Trenchcoat Special – Marie lifts Shinko onto her shoulders (for want of a better term) and shields them both in a trenchcoat, which hides a variety of tools and weapons. They are practically one stronger character for the purposes of the battle (combat prowess of Shinko with evasiveness and defense of Marie), and when this “one” is defeated, they resume combat as normal separate characters.

With Cat Slime:
Cheer – These two adorable characters pose, dance, sing, and otherwise motivate their friends, while distracting and momentarily stunning enemies.

Tippy tried her best to get up off the ground without using her arms,
and eventually just ended up using her wings to prop herself up
slightly.

“I know where there’s a few doctors on the island,” she answered.
“Only problem is, I don’t know what time they close, or how far they are
from here. Well… There IS a healer in the Tamazon Jungle somewhere…
Only problem is, I don’t know if I can exactly trust Kole to heal me or
not. She might give me some weird potion that… Anyway, what do you think
we should do?”

The Repairman looked around, hoping to spot any landmark other than sand.

“…Uh, if that jungle is closest…” he said, uncertainly, “we may have to visit Kole…”

He pulled a wheelchair from his hammerspace, as well as his pet Cat Slime.

“We’ll be ready for her, though, right?” he asked, proffering the chair.

Cat Slime, meanwhile, was in the middle of lathering up with sunscreen when Tippy caught his eye. He began squeaking in confusion, for this was the first time he met another cat…

sonosound:

♬ “Sheesh WHAT in the world ARE you?

I’ve never SEEN such a specimen on the islands that looks
like you. HOW BADLY DID CORTEX SCREW UP!?”

@askthefwrp

“…Hello to you too,” the Repairman mumbled, looking down. He slowly moved back a couple inches away from the woman.

“…Cortex didn’t do anything,” he finally said. “I’m just a passing inkblot Toon…”

He didn’t expect anyone to see him. The lab seemed vacant when he came in…

Behind Sono, he could see Marie looking anxiously at him from a shadow. He quickly gave the paint spatter a look that said “no, no, just hang on.”

“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.