Bowyetta seemed uncertain at first, but after a moment, she wiped the
metal substance off her hands and took the phone. “H-Hello?”

She
paused for a minute, as there seemed to be lots of shouting over the
phone, and even what sounded like distressed slime squeaking. “No, no!
Please to be calming down! Bowyetta… Is, um… She is being okay. But… She
is not knowing where she is. But, Mr. Sir is being here with her! …You…
You are having been worried about Bowyetta?” She took a much longer
pause this time, her eyes starting to fill with tears as she listened to
what her friends said. “…T-thank you. Bowyetta… Promises she will be
coming home as soon as possible.”

She handed the phone back to
Mr. Sir. “Um, Mr. Sir? Something is telling Bowyetta that she cannot be
leaving yet. We must… Be dealing with her, first.” She pointed at the
Shadow, who was looking somewhat upset.

The Repairman patted Bowyetta’s back the best he could as she talked to her roommates. He was glad he did this; she clearly needed it.

Packing the phone away again, he looked back up at Bowyetta?

“Yeah…Oh…”

He looked at the imposter that had, just moments ago, tried to murder and cannibalize his friend. Deal with her? He grinned maniacally. He could always use some scrap metal…

He looked back up at Bowyetta, and pulled out a power drill.

“…Do you want to do the honors, or should I…?”

It was clear he was hoping she would let him “exact justice” on the shadow.
 Just for emphasis, he squeezed the trigger a couple of times, letting the drill buzz to life and wind back down.

“Oh, hey Quarters,” the Repairman said, nodding to the kid as he turned back to the Wall. “How’s it goi–” He stopped, looking back at him. “Something’s different…Did you get a haircut or something?”

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“Uh, no? How can I get a haircut Inky I’m a ghost!” Quarters replied, tilting his head slightly. He leaned sideways to peer at the Wall behind Inky, and suddenly lit up and started dashing over, bouncing a bit on his toes as he got close.

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“That looks fun! Hey can I help? I can hand you tools or something! I’m really bored over here and the guys don’t wanna play with me. Well maybe Mini would but I can’t find him. Ooooh what does that doohickey do?” he rambled excitedly, pointing to some contraption that defied definition.

“True…” the Repairman nodded, uncertainly. “I swear, there’s something different about you, though.”

He shrugged it off, and took a look at his workload.

“N-no, I’m fi– Oh, you could do that, I gue– Huh?”

The inkblot turned his eyes to see what Quarters was talking about. His gaze fell on what looked like a rounded metal “Y”.

“Oh, that’s a tuning fork,” he shrugged. “You can have it if you want.”

He picked it up and struck it against a nearby table. It resonated very satisfyingly.

“…It’s one of the few tools I haven’t found a use for…” he muttered, before handing it to the ghost.