The Repairman nodded in return. “Yeah, I’m glad to see someone else here…”
He grimaced as she explained.
“Oh, that’s why it didn’t look right?” he groaned. “I thought this was just gonna be another lonely job, but now I gotta avoid those things?”
Peeking outside the room, he sighed.
“Well, monsters or not, I gotta fix the Wall.”
He peered to the right, where he knew the crack in the Fourth Wall was. For the moment, he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings…
“…Anything else I should know about…?”
“Well this place is basically one big death trap. The searchers that come from the ink, the rotting floor boards , busted pipes, and i’m the only resident here that wouldn’t kill you on sight.” Alice says with a sigh
She’d ask her questions in a second but if the Repairman is sticking around for a while it’s best to tell him about the dangers of the studio. Alice is tired of watching good people die or get hurt and not being able to stop it. This time she’s going to make sure this doesn’t end with more death in the studio.
“We should avoid the music department floor, there’s a man down there who isn’t very sane. We also have to make sure we don’t somehow let Bendyknow you’re here. He’s a toon but he has a lot of good and bad days, mostly bad ones, and he hates strangers in his studio.”
“…I see…”
Thankfully, the siren light wasn’t trying to direct him DOWNWARDS, so he assumed the break was still on this floor…
Rotting floorboards, “searchers”, and bursting pipes, eh…?
“Don’t worry; I’ll be caref–”
And then the wall to his left burst. The inkblot was launched to the other side of the wall as a practical geyser of demon ink submerged him.
“AUGHblblbllbllblb”
As the pressure finally subsided, the Repairman tried to surface, but was finding it difficult to do so. He splashed and resisted, but hands came from the other ink to try and keep him under.
“No fair!” he cried, before sticking a snorkel where his mouth would be. If this place cheats, so can he.
The Repairman, meanwhile, was about to get moving again, so he tossed
the key ring back into his toolbox and shut it, humming to himself.
Little did he know that he had not only trapped the Denpa-Men, but also
possibly threw a pile of metal at them.
Cat Slime glared at the blue Denpa. She had to trip and ruin his pie? He was too busy being offended by that to notice what she was screaming.
He gently picked her up with his mouth, and unceremoniously dropped
her onto the pile just outside the pie. His attention turned back to the
rest of the Denpa-Men, making sure they weren’t going after his treat
again.
However, this only seemed to make the blue Denpa panic even more. “H-Help! It’s trying to kidnap me!”
The other Denpa-Men, however, were dealing with some trouble of their own. Suddenly, some sort of large metal object was dropped in front of them, very nearly landing ON them. To make matters worse, the lid of the box suddenly closed on them, just as they were preparing to escape.
“We’re trapped now!” The white Denpa suddenly panicked. “And that thing’s gonna eat Susumu!”
While the other Denpa-Men tried to open the lid again, the pink Denpa was on her way to help Susumu. “Hang on, I’m coming for you!” Her antenna started to glow, and… She fired a healing beam directly at the blobby creature.
Cat Slime tried to dodge, but alas, he was caught in the beam. Suddenly, a sense of warmth and bliss came over him. He hummed contentedly to himself. Maybe these bug things weren’t so bad…
When the Repairman’s cart started moving again, Cat Slime was snapped out of the healing effects. His body jostled, and several items slid to the right wall, with varying speeds.
He flicked his ears in what looked like an “oh well” gesture, and began to eat some of the pie. Finally!
I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*
“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”
He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.
“Am I really…that one-note?”
*that hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting* One-? *realization hits her* nonononono! that’s not what I meant at all! No, you’re not one-note at all! *floats over to him, visibly upset as well* I’m sorry for the joke.
As Kitterah floated over to him, the Repairman was taking a few ragged breaths.
“I mean,” he mumbled, more to himself than Kitterah, “I k-know I was never the most complex T-Toon, and Idid nothing but fix the st…the stup…the Wall for decades, but I have developed, I have grown, I have…”
His words faded into unintelligible gibberish as he buried his head into Kitterah’s stomach, sobbing with comically oversized tears.
“I don’t doubt it.” She patted him comfortingly, not caring about any ink that got on her. “I may not have known you back then, but at the very least I’ve heard about it.” She decides to hug him as tightly as his inky body would allow.
Schlorp. Kitterah’s arms practically went through the Repairman’s liquid form, leaving them submerged. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he hugged her back, blobby arms wrapped around her.
“…I…I…Sorry…” he finally sniffled. “…I-I didn’t mean to bring everything down…th-thank you…”
“I’m Alice Angel, Alice for short, it’s nice to meet you.” she gives the other a small nervous smile
None
of what he said made any sense but Alice is used to weird and strange
things by now. Looks like their both still left with more questions then
answers.None of the ink in this place was safe with the amount of dark
magic Joey Drew liked to do. Guess that didn’t matter much now though
because at least it’s come to a small stop with this chaos.
“That
ink? It’s nothing good, monsters come from it a lot.This place has got a
lot of evil and dark magic in the ink.” Alice does her best to explain
The Repairman nodded in return. “Yeah, I’m glad to see someone else here…”
He grimaced as she explained.
“Oh, that’s why it didn’t look right?” he groaned. “I thought this was just gonna be another lonely job, but now I gotta avoid those things?”
Peeking outside the room, he sighed.
“Well, monsters or not, I gotta fix the Wall.”
He peered to the right, where he knew the crack in the Fourth Wall was. For the moment, he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings…
The Star Dish carried Tippy high into the air without much of an
issue. However, just as she was about to make a landing, something
happened. The cracks in the Dish began to grow bigger, and it was
rapidly shedding stardust.
She had to think of something, and
fast. Unfortunately, thinking on her feet was not one of Tippy’s strong
suits. As such, she ended up simply letting go and falling off of the
Dish, leaving it to burst into a cloud of stardust.
As she fell,
she caught sight of Paintball bouncing after her, and quickly held on to
the pogo stick, trying to stop him. “Leave the aerodynamics to me,
little guy!” She managed to call out to him. “We’re… We’re going to
crash!”
The Repairman saw the cat leap out, thankfully avoiding the apparent explosion of that ship. He sighed in relief, and then cried out as she grabbed the pogo stick.
Not good! Not good!
The fire extinguisher he carried dangled dangerously from his one free hand.
He looked down, panicked. He should have known better than to use a pogo stick at this altitude; he doubted his chances of sticking the landing…
“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”
“…No,” the Repairman replied, “I just got here. Though, now that you mention it, it took a bit longer to get here for some reason…”
He thought about it for a moment, but something else just grabbed his attention. He laughed.
“What can an itty-bitty Bonk do–”
He realized what he just said, and his face grew serious again. He began digging for the device again, this time more frantically.
“Took longer to get here? That certainly does sound suspicious…“ Susumu paused for a minute. “You mean, like something, or maybe someone, was trying to keep you out? I don’t know who that could be, but-“
Suddenly Beepsumu came in from the other room, looking frantic. “ShecrawledunderthedoorandIdon’tknowwhereshewentandIdon’tknowwhereBoyettaiseither-”
“Whoa, wait, what is she doing?!”
From the sounds of it, something was up with Bonk. Maybe it had to do with what stopped the Repairman from entering for a time, or what shrunk the whole group.
“Okay, okay,” he said, trying frantically to calm Beepsumu down, “slow down. Take me over there and we can figure this out…”
“Somewhere you’ll be safe from everything in the studio.I just have to figure out where that could be.”
Alice isn’t sure about this stranger, she can tell that their a toon but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll be safe here. Angry ink creatures could come from anywhere and she’s afraid that they’ll attack the stranger even if they are a toon.
“…Safe from everything…?” the Repairman echoed, confused. He still distrusted that machine, and the weird ink that came out of it, but the place didn’t seem…that bad.
“I appreciate the concern,” he said, “but I also have a job to do here. What kinds of things are you worried about?”
He knew whatever trouble there was, it might be a good idea to finish up around here. At least if he couldn’t get out right away, he wouldn’t have a blinking red siren light revealing his hiding place.
Shinko giggled, “Aww! Of course you can have my autograph!” Although
she couldn’t recall if she had ever written in cursive before, she still
managed to sign the notepad before giving the items back to Cat
Slime. “Here you go! And, actually… would it be okay if I took a picture
with you?”
Crystal shook her head, smiling at seeing how Shinko was enjoying
herself. “Mostly getting acclimated. Still need to show Shinko a few
places before I set her loose on exploring. I’ve been mostly keeping
busy working at the police station. But since we’re in a small town,
that means it mostly involves watching out for certain people if they
get into trouble…” she replied, glancing back at Belial, who narrowed
their eyes in return.
Cat Slime clutched the notepad tightly with his ear-like nubs, squeaking gleefully. He gasped as Shinko asked for a picture with him, and his green eyes took on a definite star shape as he nodded enthusiastically, squeaking for the Repairman to get a camera.
The Repairman, it turned out, was one step ahead of his pet, and was busy setting up an old-looking camera on a tripod.
“All right,” he said, twisting a dial, “you have ten seconds before it takes a picture. And…” (pushing a button after a moment’s thought) “you should get ten photos from this, so do a bunch of poses!“
He noticed the tension between Crystal and Belial, and hoped he could do something to at least distract one of them for a moment. Besides, he needed something.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any meringue, would you?” he quietly asked Belial. “I kinda promised Cat Slime over there some…”
Click. Photo #1 was taken, and was whirring out into a handy little tray. The timer began ticking for another ten seconds.
Twilight decided to ignore the insanity of the kitchen and just take
the bacon grease he was handed. He also took a small piece of parchment
paper and shook out some salt and pepper onto it, and retreated back
through the door with his spoils. On the way he had to dodge a few
flying onions, but he managed to escape unscathed.
Once outside,
he took his pan and added some of the bacon grease to it. Once it had
heated up, he added in his tomatoes and onions, sautéing them until they
were soft. Twilight separated out about a third of the mixture and
transferred it to the pot, then added the jalapeños and green chiles to
both the pot and the pan. Into the pan went the shredded brisket, and
into the pot went most of the shredded cheese and the milk. A good
sprinkling of salt and pepper was added to season the brisket mixture.
Back
and forth, and back and forth he went, stirring each until the brisket
was heated and well mixed with the veggies, and the queso was melted and
creamy. He moved the queso to the edge of the grill, close enough for
the flames to keep it warm but far enough that it wouldn’t burn. The
shade-turned-chef cracked a few eggs into the brisket, and quickly
scrambled them with the mixture, and finally added the last of the
cheese, waiting for it to melt.
Brown’s mouth was watering at the
smell of all this delicious food, and he momentarily lamented the fact
that he wouldn’t be able to eat it, being dead and all. Maybe he could
get a little taste as a dragon? No no, that was a terrible idea, he was a
rather large dragon and would most definitely cause a panic. Alas!
The Repairman gasped, looking at Bowyetta wide-eyed as she brought attention to him. He gave a very wary wave.
He
was thoroughly doomed, he knew. He was part of this mun-ipulated crowd
now. It was only a matter of time before a table appeared…
He took a minute to look at his new fate. Wait. There was less chaos
in the house this time? Sure, that Link kid looked the worse for wear,
but even he seemed better than last time. And it actually smelled pretty
good around here, with more pleasant aromas coming from outside.
Apparently Twilight was doing something as well.
He had to
know what was happening. Maybe it would be safe, or maybe this was a
mun-set trap. In any case, he was stuck here; he realized just how
famished he was, and the Wall breaks were all in or around Albie’s house.
“So,” he called out, trying to sound casual, “What are you guys up to?”
The Repairman was not a complete stranger to Hyrule. He didn’t go there frequently, but he did pay a visit every now and again. He felt he at least had a decent grasp on this world.
Yet, he was surprised to find that duct tape apparently existed in this world. And was being used to fix the Wall.
The Repairman began to visibly redden as he began taking the duct tape down. One could barely hear him grumble “…tryin’ to take my job… duct tape… what a joke…”
He wondered who would constantly be breaking the Wall in Hyrule of all places. Clearly a bunch of charlatans, given their attempts to cover it up. The Repairman sighed, and made a mental note to get the cement, trowel, and some duct tape as he peeled off the so-called “handiwork” of some vandals.
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