Tag: kitterahsdollhouse

“I know… thanks guys…” Kit mumbled as her
eyes drooped and she snuggled under the blanket the blobs tucked her
into. Kit didn’t seem to mind the gray paint on the others’ hands
either-more like she wasn’t even aware-as small bubbles rose
periodically from Kit snoring lightly, almost looking as if she was
boiling.

Seeing Kit was resting Aggie floated over squeaking
softly. He seemed to be asking if she was ok, if it was permenant and
other such worried questions. Despite Cat Slime calming him down
earlier, Aggie was still quite worried.

Cat Slime clambered up one of the chair’s legs, trying to follow Aggie. He stumbled as he moved across the blanket. Panting, he squeaked more promises than he could think of, about how Kit would be okay, and how his owners would find a way to make things better.

And then he tripped, landing on what might pass for Kit’s cheek with a gentle pap. After quietly cursing in Slime, he pushed himself back up, continuing to promise that it would be okay. If Aggie wasn’t floating, Cat Slime would have pat him.

The Repairman and Marie, meanwhile, turned back to the Wall, quietly discussing how they might help the poor blob of gray paint. Every so often, they would turn back to glance at Kitterah, just to make sure she was still safe.

“I just don’t know if there’s some kind of cure we need or if we just need time, that’s the problem…”

“Well, do you have a book of remedies in that toolbox?”

“Um, maybe. I can check…”

“Urg…R-Repairman…I feel funny…”

“You okay–ach…”

They both stiffened, wincing from the sudden aching. They noticed their pains were strongest where Kitterah’s paint was…

Cat Slime, too, suddenly stiffened. He squeaked in shock, before lying to Aggie and saying he was fine.

All three felt butterflies in their stomachs, and the feeling was only intensifying as strange glows encircled them.

“… Trust me, if I was able to do magic still, I wouldn’t
have ‘walked’ all the way here. It doesn’t seem to be channeling right,
which I’m sure in in an effort to keep me this way as long as SHE wants.
And by she I mean TK of course.” Kit explained while heading for the
chair. It took some difficulty to climb in, but eventually she managed,
only leaving a few drop behind in the process.

“Man,” she
yawned… or at least she was pretty sure she did, “getting transformed
into something sure is tiring. Do you think it’s be terribly uncouth if I
just went to sleep here? Or you can just pour me in a bucket I guess…”
She became noticeably more relaxed as her previous-almost actual blob
shape- turned into something more akin to looking like a dew drop.

The Repairman nodded. It was always good to make sure before doing anything else.

He winced at the mention of TK, and got his hammer and nails ready to continue fixing the nearby Wall break. Still, before doing that, he went up to the grey blob and rubbed her head a little bit.

“Sure, Kit. Just rest for a bit.”

Marie dug into her hammerspace before bringing out a sizeable blanket, gently tucking Kitterah in.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help you through this…”

Neither blob seemed to mind the grey paint that was now all over their hands.

“So…what did @kitterahsdollhouse want?”

“Erm…that is…Well…”

“Oh, never mind. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.”

[[Kit is referring to a drawing in this: http://siblings-a-fixin.tumblr.com/post/156564128946/i-also-did-some-drawings-in-firealpaca-during . Anyway, this was a bit long, but I wanted to see what I could do with a comic format using Illustrator. I think I’m gonna do this more often, but I’m DEFINITELY gonna restrain myself and use fewer panels next time.]]

Aggie let out a sort or purr-like noise, grateful for CatSlime trying to calm him down.

Meanwhile,
Kitterah stared at the odd assortment of things, not entirely sure
where to start or even what to do. “Ummmmmmm…” She just kinda stood
awkwardly, but at least she WAS able to stand.

“Well, you might want a place to sit,” Marie explained, gesturing towards the chair she put on the tarp. “I bet you’re tired. Even if you spill getting over there, it’s no issue…”

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked past Kitterah.

“Actually, did you leave anything behind…? We can go to get…”

The Repairman stepped forward.

“Hang on a sec, can you still do any magic…?” he asked. He doubted it, but he didn’t want to find out she could do it the whole time. “Maybe just…try to teleport onto that chair…?”

Aggie told Cat Slime all about how Kit had “melted” in the blob and how it had taken her a while to get herself together enough for her to even get here. He was clearly upset, but managed to calm down somewhat by the end between talking to Cat Slime and seeing Kitterah managing.

“I hope you can Marie, that’s why I came to the experts!” She laughed a little which made her whole body jiggle and roll like jello.

“What are you looking for?” Kit asked. Once recovered enough from her laugh to stand still again, she then slowly shuffled over to peek into the tool box.

Cat Slime kept close to Aggie, smiling as he seemed to calm down a little.

The Repairman frantically moved to try and keep Kitterah stable as she laughed.

“Careful now…”

Meanwhile, Marie had pulled a ducky tube, an old laptop, and three different hand mirrors out of the toolbox until…

“AH! Here we are!”

She pulled out a box of plastic wrap, a lawn chair designed to have a bowl for a seat, a decently-sized blanket, a tarp, and a walker.

She handed the walker and one blanket to Kit, while placing the tarp on the ground.

“Now, as for the wrap…”

The Repariman, with alarming speed, dashed over and whispered to his sister, explaining how uncomfortable that was. Her cheerful face fell a little, but she gently placed the box back.

“Well, this should be plenty anyway.”

The Repairman looked around. Other than her suggestion of plastic wrap, Marie had set up a decent place to get used to things.

[[@kitterahsdollhouse from here]]

“Hey you two.” She tried to wave as they moved over an managed… well she wasn’t sure what.

“Well,
I’ll put it this way, it certainly isn’t one of MY jokes if you catch
my drift.” She dead panned as Rep and Marie helped her “stand up”
straight. “Ugh. I just don’t feel right. no bones, no ridged movements…
I’m not even sure how I’m talking… OR what I’m flexing…” She was
managing to stay upright, but it was obviously very stiff and forced.

Very
slowly she attempted to relax, trying to figure out how to stay
upright. “Well, that’s somewhat better?” The right side of her sagged a
bit before she could pick it back up. “Unless I have to move or talk it
seems.”

Aggie sat next to Cat Slime now that Kit was in good hands, but he still kept an eye on her.

Cat Slime immediately pulled Aggie closer, patting him reassuringly. He started squeaking gently, trying to ask what happened without stressing his brother-of-sorts any more than he was already.

“…I see,” the Repairman said, as calmly as he can manage. Seeing her barely contain herself was quite the uncomfortable experience. This only got worse as Kit sagged a bit.

Meanwhile, Marie went over and picked up the gob of grey paint that Kitterah flung. She turned and gently put it into Kit’s side, patting reassuringly.

“…Yeah, it is weird, come to think of it…How do we–MMPH?!”

The Repairman had been quick to cover her “mouth”, much to her annoyance. He didn’t need her questioning herself to death, not now.

“…Erm, what she means is, it’s best not to question it…”

Marie pulled his hand off of where her mouth would be like it was nothing.

“In any case,” she said, glaring at her brother before turning back to Kit, “surely we can help you get used to this…OH! Hang on a sec!”

And with that, she dashed over to the tool cart and began digging through the blue toolbox, while the Repairman stayed in case Kit needed further steadying.

“Ummmmm, I know you guys are busy but… a little help?” The voice was Kit’s but the form it was coming from was decidedly less so. Aggie protectively following, hovering and squeaking behind her. Kit looked like a blob like them… mostly. It seemed she was having some trouble keeping her form as she slowly shuffled towards them.

Honestly she felt like something from a horror movie, and she felt super exposed. She was glad at least her necklace stayed on, but she didn’t dare ask why or how.

“Hey, relax, Kit,” the Repairman said reflexively, as he quickly adjusted the plank over yet another fracture in the Wall. “We’ll help you out, just a sec…Huh?”

He looked as Marie was tugging at his arm. If he wasn’t a Toon, or liquid, the way his arm was stretching and bending would have been more than a little concerning. He would at least be as shocked and worried as Marie looked right now.

He turned a little to the right, and he realized why Marie couldn’t even speak outside of quiet stammers.

“…K-Kit?”

He slowly moved over to the grey blob, ready to gently correct her form, with Marie nervously following.

“…Th-this isn’t some kind of joke, is it?” he asked, nervously, as he lifted her from under her arms. “Marie, gimme a hand with this…”

The blue blob went behind Kit and began, with shaking hands, to slowly smooth her out a little, starting with her scalp.