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Galanthus scratched his head, “You’re not really making any sense here…
but as long as that wall goes away I guess it’s fine… for now.” He took
another glance at the wall, glaring at it as if not convinced then
turned his back. “So why is… it, all the way out here?” He folded his
arms, making sure he was hovering high enough to look at the the
repairman; an air of accusation hung around him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to explain…”

Wait, why was this fairy looking like this was all his fault?

“Don’t give me that look,” he said sternly, crossing his arms. “Someone around here must have broken it…”

He eyed the fairy suspiciously. After all, it was over his flower, and the inkblot didn’t see anyone else around.

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“I
think I’ll try it another time. That was… informative” Ace handed the
yardstick back good naturedly. He then let out a huge yawn, “Oof, it
must be later than I thought. I think I’m gonna turn in. You’re welcome
to stay by the fire; just make sure to put it out.”

“All right,” he nodded, shoving the yardstick back into his hammerspace, and sitting back onto the toolbox. After a moment more of warming he went to dump a bucket of water onto the fire when he looked back at the toolbox. He slapped his forehead, muttering as he stuffed the heavy thing behind his back. After extinguishing, he took one last look, and decided it would be nice to leave something, but what…?

A few minutes later, the camp was like the Repairman was never there, but Ace would find several still-good cans of assorted foods and an opener in his rations.

Galanthus
turned to the repairman again, “What do you mean a ‘reality’ wall? If
it’s not built by the humans, then who built it? ‘Cause it sure isn’t
natural.” Hey, you’d be touchy too if you could possibly die because
someone decided to mess with your “turf”. “It’s kinda hard NOT to worry
about it when- nevermind. Just tell if it’ll go away.”

“Uh…”

Hoo boy. This would be difficult.

“…Well…humans did make it, but not the humans here…” he tried, pulling out a plank and some nails just in case. Thankfully, it seemed vague enough. He knew not to look at the camera when saying things like that, so the Wall’s only response was to creak a little

“It’s…kind of hard to explain…”

He silently thanked his lucky stars that the fairy gave him an out.

“…Yeah, it should fade pretty soon, as long as you ignore it.”

For the Repairman, it wouldn’t fade, but other seemed to stop noticing the Wall after a bit, so he hoped this was true for the fairy.

*Kitterah happily hands him a yellow ribbon from the basket hanging off her arm* (kitterah)

“Thank you!”

He wrapped the ribbon round his psuedo-neck, and unconsciously made it weave around the other one, bringing the starts of a necklace. He noticed his “head” starting to slump back down to normal and sighed. This wasn’t gonna work, was it?

He took off both ribbons and took out a clothespin labeled “NECK”. He let his shape slide back to normal and attached it to the side of his head, hanging the ribbons off of it.

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Her captor didn’t see the inkblot dive into the drawer, his attention focused on the caged girl. “Songbird. I’ve got company tonight. As usual, you’ll be the entertainment. Don’t embarrass me and I’ll give you double rations for the week, understand? You know what’ll happen if you don’t, right?” 

Songbird chirped, nodding her head. She could answer him, but many of her captors didn’t like it when she spoke. He seemed satisfied with that, “Then someone will be in to get you ready. Can’t have you looking like I just picked you off the street.” He gave a sneer looking at her bedraggled state until something caught his attention. 

Fear flashed through Songbird as he picked up a spring that had been left behind after the repairman’s hasty clean up, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he went to put it away, in the very drawer the repairman hid in. “What? Did an inkwell leak?” He wondered, looking down at the blob of ink. Something seemed off about it.

From what he was hearing, the woman’s captor didn’t notice him. All he had to do was stay still…

And overhear everything. He gulped, hoping he could get her out of here soon. And maybe swipe some of those rations while he was at it…

He heard footsteps coming, so he stopped that train of thought and tried to hold still, in hopes this person wouldn’t notice him.

Despite the fact his eyes were firmly facing one of the drawer walls, he could hear the spring go “boiyoing” as the man waved it around. If he had a lip to bite, he would. No Toon could ignore such an easy gag.

And then the man asked if an inkwell leaked. He just couldn’t take it anymore.

An arm reached out and snatched the Spring, as the Repairman made an “mm-hmm” noise.

Once the spring was his again, he realized the issue.

Oh, please complete the joke….