Tag: promptlysilver

“JUST please step away from the wall! If it needs to be
repaired the owner can do it themselves and who let you in here anyway> it
seems that there is no damage to the locks so you must have broken in
somehow.” He should have fired a warning shot, but his gut told him it
wasn’t a problem guns could solve.

He shook his head a few times then he kept on questioning
him. “You really have to leave and come with me or I will have to shoot you and
I really don’t want to shoot you. “

“No, no, it’s not that kind of Wall,” the Repairman hastily began to explain, before it hit him that it would probably be futile. Ah well. He could just come back and wrap it up anyway.

“Uh, I just kind of walk to where I need to be,” the inkblot said, lamely. Sadly, that’s the best way he could describe his multiverse travel.

He sighed.

“All right, I’ll follow you.”

He became a blur as his tools and supplies disappeared into his hammerspace, leaving the room almost the way it was before he got there. A faint whistling sound could be heard as he did this.

He stopped in front of the door, waiting for the other.

“…. My what place, it’s just that I got a call from a civilian that
a Daemon was in her apartment. So … wait why can you talk? most
daemons can’t even comprehend human languages?“ He squinted and changed
his aim to a non vital spot  and would fire if the guy took too long to
respond because from his point of view he was the enemy right now and he
was burglarizing some lady’s house.

“…Daemon…?” he echoed. That was a new one. He wouldn’t question it though; not with the gun still pointed at him. Even if, as a Toon, he wouldn’t die, it would still smart. “N-no, I’m just a blob of ink.”

He backed up, a little offended at the notion he shouldn’t be able to talk.

“Hey,” he said, “just because I’m a ‘30s Toon, that doesn’t mean I don’t know my languages! Why can I talk? I was written to understand English–” He took a moment to slap a piece of tape on that tiny break in the Wall “–and I picked up on a few other languages the same way anyone else would!”

He suddenly remembered his place in this situation, and put his hands back up.

“…Anyway, I should be out in a minute or two. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother anyone, but I simply have to fix the Wall.”

He started sweating. He figured he wouldn’t be left alone in this apartment, but he hoped at least he’d be allowed to leave in peace.