“Eugh. Hate coming here.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

The city the two were in was just like any Toontown; color was all over, there seemed to be a song in everyone’s hearts, and the lighthearted chaos was nearly impossible to miss.

However, the Repairman was gesturing towards a tunnel nearby. One glance through and Marie could see…live action?

“I mean, I know it’s fine, but…” he sighed. “that ‘reality’…just isn’t…”

He fell silent, just staring to the street on the other side.

“…If…if I can see it,” he managed, “that usually means something’s wrong…”

Marie looked around, then patted her brother’s shoulder.

“Well, it looks fine here,” she reassured him, smiling. “Let’s just finish up and we can leave, okay?”

He nodded, and turned to dig into his tool chest. That Wall wasn’t gonna fix itself…

As the movie started, A smile crossed Bowyetta’s face. “You are
having seen Tippy The Gem Stars before, Mr. Sir?” she asked. “Is being
one of Bowyetta’s most favorite shows! The main character is being of a
Magicat named Tippy! She is being a cat, but she is having of wings and
magical powers! And the villain is being…” She continued all through the
opening credits, explaining each character in detail.

A few
minutes into the movie, Bowyetta began humming along as a song started
up. Seeing how sad Mr. Sir and Cat Slime still looked, she quickly
hopped up off the couch and began dancing as Starla sang on screen. “Oh!
Mr. Sir! Please to be dancing with Bowyetta!”

“I…think you showed me before…” the inkblot said, vaguely recalling a stressful, yet engaging marathon the two sat through a long time ago.

He listened patiently to her explanations, thankful for the reminder.

“…Dance? I mean, uh…”

Too late. Cat Slime was dragging him onto the floor. The inkblot stood up, watching his pet as the slime spun and flipped before looking at his master encouragingly.

The inkblot sighed, and started bobbing to the rhythm. His expression did not change as he did so, but his breath sounded less ragged, and he wasn’t looking at the floor anymore, instead looking at his friends and the screen.

“Well not much on my end. Oran’s been making sure I kept up my half
of the work schedule, but nobody’s done anything too bad worth locking
them up in the jail cell yet. She’s been asking me to switch homes with
her so she’s not next door to the monkey guy who keeps tagging the back
of her house, but I told her I like this house too much to move now,”
Crystal noted.

“He does that a lot. I’ve seen Miss Momo around
too! She says she goes to the Akuma Cafe to help out where she can, but
Belial doesn’t like her too much,” Shinko added.

“Still? I’m
sorry, but that priestess really needs to learn to take a hint. Belial’s
the kind of person who’s just really set in her ways…and she’s a powder
keg waiting to explode on top of that,” Crystal noted with a
frown. “The last thing we need is for her to go on another demonic
rampage.”

“…Huh.”

The Repairman was honestly surprised. A mischievous monkey person, and the inkblot still hasn’t met him? He would have thought they would have butted heads sooner, but maybe this guy was only mischievous in the “skateboarding and graffiti” kind of way, rather than the “wacky fourth-wall-breaking” kind of way.

Both he and Marie looked up in surprise.

“Wait, another rampage?” the Repairman asked. He remembered Belial being a little stand-offish, but nothing like that.

Quartz stared at Cat Slime in silence. She didn’t actually understand
Slime just yet, so she was unsure of what to say or do. Bonk was
snickering at Cat Slime’s performance, while Bowyetta stared with wide,
starry eyes.

Barrette, however, threw her doll into the air.
“Hooray!” she exclaimed, as the doll landed somewhere behind the group
with a thunk. She then turned around to hug her mother, as well as the
rest of the girls, before reaching out to hug Mr Sir.

…But after a minute, Barrette turned back to her mother. “Hungry!” She declared.

:Oh!
Barrette, you are wanting to be eating something?” Bowyetta asked. When
her daughter nodded in response, she looked back at Mr. Sir. “Will you
be staying for lunch with us, Mr. Sir?”

“Huh?”

The Repairman shook himself out of the story they were just in.

“O-oh…no, sorry, I think I should get back to work…”

Cat Slime sat himself back up, grinning at the reaction his performance got. The Repairman scooped him up, and both of them waved.

“It was nice meeting ya, Barrette! We’ll see you around!”

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie
listened to the repairman’s story but got lost once he began to go on
about cars and technological stuff the shadow knew nothing about. Sure
they story did have some sense of logic here and there but his friend
had mixed it with what the common non magical beings of Hyrule
referred to as mumbo jumbo. “Nice story there my friend.” Shalbie said
as he reached for the repairman’s glass of milk. “But it seems that
you’ve had about enough of this tasty drink, you’d be better off eating
something, so I’ll let you choose, you want to eat here or go to a new
place?”

“I m-mean, I guess we could go somewhere else,” the Repairman
managed, taking one last drink. “..You have any s-suggestions?”

He was having trouble keeping his form, what little there was. The fact that he nearly fell flat on his face climbing out of the seat didn’t help. He swayed, reaching out for support.

Despite all this, he was getting about ready to ramble on again.

“…So…” he slurred, “Did you ever hear of that thing that happened at Epcott…? Funny story, that…”

Falcon shifted a little, taking a fry with his spindly fingers and
putting it into his mouth, which had drifted to his neck for
convenience.

Shinko pouted a bit at seeing Falcon so quiet. “Falcon, it’s okay. They’re nice! They won’t bite if you speak up!” she insisted.

When
Falcon didn’t respond to Shinko’s plea, Crystal gently took hold of the
fringe of Falcon’s other sleeve, a small smile on her face. This
managed to catch the demon’s attention as he glanced back at her.

“…you
can do it. Do you remember the Repairman? He was at our Halloween party
a few years ago. Remember?” she asked softly, keeping a gentle smile.

Falcon
seemed taken aback by Crystal’s words as he slowly turned to look at
the blob that lacked a bow. Slowly, he started to recall seeing the
walking gravestone that had come by their house once upon a time.

“…sorry. Thank you,” he finally spoke softly, nodding his head towards the Repairman.

Seeing
as how the fries had cooled down, Shinko was busy using a toy shovel to
literally shovel some fries onto her plate. “Aww, how come he never
does it when I ask?” Shinko whined before taking some fries to shove in
her mouth.

The Repairman nodded, smiling encouragingly.

“Yeah, it’s been a while…” he chuckled sympathetically. “Don’t blame ya for not recognizing me…”

He shrugged, before taking a handful of fries. No use dwelling on that.

“So, uh, other than the misfire, what else has been happening?”

Marie cringed. He was still acting like it was no big deal. No wonder he needed an assistant!

Still, she managed to put on a smile again and scooped a few fries of her own onto her plate. She had several questions, to be sure, but maybe several of them would be answered here anyway.

“A… Blob of ink?” This only seemed to confuse Susumu further. “A
slime? Usually when humans have these big metal boxes, there’s food in
them… But gosh, I never knew you could fit a whole house in here!”

“But… You guys aren’t monsters, right?” Quartz asked. “That blob of ink… He doesn’t eat Denpa-Men, does he?”

“Oh,
that’s right!” Susumu excalimed. “Uh… As you might have guessed, I’m
Susumu, and that girl with the white hair is Quartz. The one with the
shades is Bonk, and the square-headed girl is Beep. Oh, the pink girl
with glasses is Bowyetta. Pink Denpas are extra fragile, so be careful
with her especially, okay?”

Cat Slime shook his head, explaining that this was just a “box of stuff”. He didn’t seem to think there was anything unusual about his house being in a box, as he quirked an eyebrow at that remark.

He was quick to shake his head. No, neither of them ate Denpas.

However, when he heard the other Denpas’ names, it had to be more than a coincidence. Frantically, he was squeaking questions and exclamations all over again, shaking, wondering if he could do something to help his shrunken amnesiac family.

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Even without the fourth wall repairer’s crooked pig latin, the
gourmand fairy understood him and his normal language as clear as a
crystal. “oNay obpray! Iyay’may alwaysyay appyhay otay elphay! (No prob!
I’m always happy to help!)” she smiled at the blob.

“Right…ray…ugh, I’m sorry, I’m botching this, I know. Thank you for putting up with that…” he finally gave up trying Pig Latin, as she clearly understood that last English sentence.

He shook his head.

“Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, where exactly are we going?”

Medical hopped down, giving an excited squeak, and gave Cat Slime a
playful nudge. She then began proudly squeaking about how they were
brother and sister, and how Bowyetta had created them both, along with
several other slimes. Of course, she didn’t forget to mention Kitterah
and her pet Aggie.

“Mr. Sir?” Bowyetta asked, a concerned look
on her face. “You are being okay? You are having left much suddenly…
Everything is alright, isn’t it?”

“Well, now that we’re all back
together, why do we show you three what all we brought?” Susumu asked,
picking up one of the boxes. “We’ve got sandwiches, a cake, drinks,
Bowyetta even made coleslaw! Hey, it’s a big day, ya know? I know, your
first meeting with the girls wasn’t all that glamorous, but maybe we can
make up for that, eh?”

Unfortunately for Medical, Marie did not understand Slime. She stood there, bemused, watching the slime squeak away.

The Repairman smiled, shrugging with one hand.

“Eh, I’ll…I’ll be fine,” he said. Hopefully he wouldn’t be replaced anytime soon…

His worries were put aside when Susumu reminded them all it was a lunch gathering.

“Hey, thanks! Heh, you didn’t have to do all this…”

Cat Slime had fewer reservations than his owner, and dashed over to the box enthusiastically hopping up and down. Marie, however, stood still, stunned that this was all happening on her first day.

“…I mean, are you sure it’s okay?” she asked.

“…My suit is made from a vending machine. Sometimes that happens. If I
could stop it, I would.” He chuckled nervously and looked off into the
distance. “Whatever you to it’s best to do it fast. The zombies get
pretty active at night, and the sun looks like it’s going down fast.”

“Um, okay…” the Repairman said, cautiously. “You think they’d go after us?”

He gestured towards his and Marie’s ink-and-paint forms.

Marie’s form was currently yanking at the door, sweating as the door seemed to bend and warp to her will. It was far from opening, still, but any weaker door would be torn from the frame by now.

“C’mon…” she grunted, ”gotta…get…this…done!”