[[ @robertstiltskin @kitterahsdollhouse I hope you like these!]]
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Songbird watched curiously as he tried to pick the lock, unable to do
much from inside the cage. Her wings drooped once it became clear he
couldn’t get it open. But he hadn’t given up yet, judging by the fact
that he pulled another device from… somewhere. She listened as the
inkblot read the instructions and followed them. When he got to ‘take
cover’, Songbird looked around but there wasn’t exactly anything to hide
her. She backed up a little, but still got covered in soot when
the ‘lock remover’ blew.
“…Now, why would I need to…”
Realization hit the Repairman just half a second before the explosion did. He was flung back into the wall, and when the smoke cleared, it looked like he didn’t have eyes.
That is, until he shook the soot off.
“Eugh, shoulda known…”
His eyes widened, as it turned out somehow the lock seemed no worse for wear. He threw his arms up angrily.
“Really, Acme?! Really? You not only send dynamite, but defective dynamite! Unbelievable!”
He hadn’t noticed that the seemingly intact lock had already disintegrated while he was ranting.
“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]
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 I did 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…”
Kitterah would hug him tighter if she could, but from how far her arms had already sunk she was pretty sure they’d go all the way through. Once Rep sniffled she pulled away a little so he could see her face. She smiled at him, “It’s fine, what else are friends for? Do you feel better at least?”
“…Yeah…” he said, after a couple of deep breaths, “I…I think I do.”
He smiled, weakly at first, but he was truly grateful for this. To think there was a time he was just content mindlessly doing his job! Ha!
He hopped down.
“Yep, I do!”
“What? What’s wrong with that…”
“It just doesn’t WORK that way, trust me…”
[[ @kitterahsdollhouse ]]
“You know, maybe that shortcut through the holiday part of Toontown wasn’t the best…”
“…I know…”
[[Yeah, I might do this for a bit. Lemme know if you need help understanding these VERY rough drawings!]]
“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]
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 I did 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…”
*humming Prince Ali* (kitterah)
“Oh…er…hi, Kitterah! D-didn’t s-see you there…Was just uh…brushing the Wall…howlongwereyouthere…
“Meta-ish? I don’t even know what that means. But if it’ll make you
leave me alone… I’ll try to remember.” Galanthus closed his eyes and
though about if he had hears or seen anything before the repairman
traipsed near his flower and woke him up. “Now that you mention it, I
remember someone else talking about a wall while I was dozing. That good
enough for you?”
“…Thank you,” the Repairman said, after briefly rolling his eyes. Sheesh. The fairy was a charming lil’ guy, wasn’t he?
“…Yeah, that would do it,” he finally said. Then, his eyes widened. “Wait, were they talking about building around here, or just about the Fourth Wall?”
He didn’t want a repeat of the cement misadventures, so he slapped a piece of tape over the new crack in the Wall. His face grew very serious as it moved closer to the fairy. In spite of himself, he was concerned for the guy.
“…Look, I don’t know why, but I know your snowdrop means a lot to you. If people are building around here, that could be a worse problem than me.”
“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]
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 I did 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.
Songbird perked up as the repairman
emerged from another drawer; she had thought her chance at escape had
been lost. With renewed hope she watched the blob’s movements. How had
he gotten out of the drawer and into another? She watched him board up
the door and hummed softly to herself, waiting. She was curious and
wanted to ask questions, but now certainly wasn’t the time.Sure
the door was barricaded, Songbird gave a sharp chirp as a way of saying
‘I’m still here, don’t forget about me!’ quickly. She wasn’t sure what
the blob was going to do now, but she hoped this time it would get her
out for good.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.”
The Repairman squinted, trying very carefully to pick the lock manually. Several boings, twangs, and clicks were heard, but judging by the inkblot’s expression, not a lot of progress was being made.
“Oy,” he groaned out of frustration. “This is a good lock.”
“Either that,” he did not add out loud, “or I’m just bad at picking locks.”
He reached into his hammerspace and pulled out a small box labeled “ACME Automatic Lock Remover”. He reached into it and began to read the instruction booklet aloud.
“…Thank you for buying…quality assurance…not liable for damages…Ah! ‘Using the Lock Remover’! Step one: place Remover on or next to lock.”
He pulled the Remover out of the box. It was a narrow, bright-red cylinder, with ACME proudly stamped on it with black ink. A long string came out of the top of it. After a bit of fiddling, the Repairman managed to stick the bottom of the device into the keyhole.
“Step two: light fuse to begin activation process…Um, okay…”
He pulled out a lighter and flicked it a few times, before finally lighting the far end of the string. Slowly, the flame climbed up the fuse.
“If you hear a prominent hissing noise, it’s working correctly…All right…Step three…take cover…”
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