Bowyetta stopped painting for a moment, and turned back to Mr. Sir
with a concerned look. “She is looking any better at all, Mr. Sir?” She
turned back to her painting job. “There is just being a little bit left
to be going…” She quickly finished up her painting job, before putting
the buckets and brush back into her hair and producing a mirror. “You
are looking much perfect now!”

The shadow looked at herself in the mirror, looking sad. “But… Bowyetta is looking just as she did before…”

“Yes.
Bowyuetta… Is realizing that she is being perfect as she is,” Bowyetta
remarked. “She is not needing of anyone else to be telling her who to
being. Bowyetta is knowing who she is being, and everyone is loving of
her just as she is being!”

The shadow say there in silence for
a moment. Then after a few moments, it started to… Fade away. Before it
completely vanished however, it could be heard saying “…Thanking of you
muchly.”

Bowyetta stood up, and turned back to Mr. Sir.
“Bowyetta is thinking she would like to be leaving now,” she said,
turning back toward the exit. As she did so, however, something felt…
Off. She started to feel very dizzy, but she couldn’t place why. “Oww!”
Was all she could say, before she fell to the ground with a metallic thunk.

“…Yeah, she is…” he sighed, in the middle of shampooing the shadow’s hair.

Finally done, he hopped down and moved next to Bowyetta, ready to see what the shadow thought of their handiwork.

He didn’t do or say much else, except proudly pat Bowyetta on the back for her epiphany.

He smiled as he waved to the fading shadow, partly happy that she wasn’t going to menace anyone anymore, but also because he was glad to do a good job in fixing her up.

“Yeah, let’s go and–”

He jumped as Bowyetta fell to the ground.

“GAH! You okay? Speak to me!”

He frantically reached into his blue toolbox and produced a rather large stretcher. He struggled to lift her onto it, but to no avail.

“…Sorry ‘bout this…” he muttered, before digging into her hair, trying to find her arrows. He was sure they could help out…

Alice’s
smile seems to grow just a little more as the other toon gets her words
stuck on her tongue, she had a soft spot in her heart for people who
got nervous easily and smaller toons. It was just something that
happened thanks to the years of hanging out with Boris and Bendy.
Probably wasn’t best to think of that can of worms right now. So she
keeps on smiling and buries the past into the back of her mind. Her
expression remains soft when she’s asked what her name is.

“Me? My names Alice Angel, what’s your name?” she says almost humming the words

“M-Marie…” she stammered. “Pleased to meet you…”

She tentatively extended a hand to shake, still trying to avoid eye contact.

She suddenly stood up straight, noticing how ill-fitting her own green bow was in a sepia game world like this. To say nothing of her color or animations…

The obvious bad line about angels escaped her, perhaps for the better. Instead, she merely began twisting her bow awkwardly. As it slowly spun, it began to grow thinner, and become black and white.

“Er…” she tried to make some conversation, ”…so my brother was never clear on what this place was…saw a lot of posters…what is this place…?”

Frantically, she looked up, waving her arms across each other.

“N-not that this is a bad place at all! You have a nice world to live in! I…I just meant…”

She lapsed into silence, tugging on either side of her bow in embarrassment.

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❝O-oh! Hello there! Don’t-a mind me I’m-a just playing my New Nintendo 2DS™. If-a you have one we can-a play something together.❞

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Starter Call

“Um…no, can’t say I have one…”

The Repairman shrugged, getting a trowel out of his tool cart.

“…Just, uh, I won’t be here long…Be out of your hair soon…”

Then the
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registered in his mind.

“Hey, this wouldn’t happen to be some kind of…erm…promotion, would it?”

The inkblot felt odd about plugs of real-world things. Did it break the Fourth Wall, or not…?

Black, White, and Purple

“Well not everyone can pull a mustache, but you seem to do it, it
even makes you look a bit serious.” Shalbie said as He looked around
the bar, which appeared to be nearing its witching hour in which very
few patrons remained inside and the staff began to clean and prepare
the place for the next day.

“What kind of milk? Hum it could be
the Chateau variety, you know the kind of milk that’s not meant for
kids.”Shalbie commented as he inspected his empty glass. “Its a
secret recipe from the owner’s wife and the drink all visitors want to
have a taste off, and I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s two types of
chateau milk the one they give to common folk and the one they give to
the Royal family. The one meant for the castle is more creamy and sweet
compared to the one they usually serve here.” He added as he grabbed a
cracker from a plate a barmaid had placed on their table as the shadow
explained the drink to his new friend.

“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded, slightly leaning to the side. “That…that would make sense.”

Patiently, he listened to Shalbie’s secret, and smiled.

“You know,” he said, taking another sip, “that reminds me of something…See, I was out in New New York one day, and….”

He prattled on, telling a slightly incoherent story about robots, flying cars, and an irrelevant corporate conspiracy.

Wind
giggled a little at Marie’s attempts to remove her hand from its icy
prison. “Sorry again, Marie. Anyway Inky, we got a little hint from Miss
M-

“-GYAAA!!!”
he shrieked suddenly as his own hand clapped over his mouth, smacking
his face with a loud *slap* in the process. It appeared his hand had
moved of its own volition, not Wind’s.

“Ok
ok ok geez. Ok, we just uh… heard… I dunno we’re dead we know things
ok?” he amended awkwardly. Then, Inky’s demeanor caught up to him, and
Wind’s brow furrowed a little in confusion. He didn’t sound too happy
about these recent developments. He wanted to ask, but he was kinda
afraid of hurting Marie’s feelings in the process. What he really needed
was a distraction… oh wait! Buttercup was hanging out in his hat today!

“Oh,
so I can’t introduce you to all the other ghosts yet, but you should
meet Buttercup! She’s our little Luma companion-” he reached up to lift
the band of his hat, allowing the butter yellow Luma to squeeze
out. “-say hi, Buttercup!”

“Oh
there’s another one of you now? Hello Miss Marie!!!” she squealed,
zipping out to spiral around the blue paint blot in greeting. While
Marie was busy with Buttercup, Wind sidled up to Inky, lowering his
voice so that the two girls wouldn’t hear them.

“So what’s wrong with you? You don’t seem too happy that Marie’s here…”

“No, it’s fine,” Marie grunted. “Just…gotta…get…”

She trailed off, putting her focus back on removing the icy glove. Man, it didn’t want to leave her hand!

Both blobs flinched at the sudden slap! The Repairman nodded understandingly at Wind’s recovery.

“Ah. I see.”

Marie gasped at the sight of the Luma, almost completely forgetting about the ice for a moment.

“Aww, hi there, Buttercup!” she waved with her frozen hand. “Oh! Heh, lemme take care of that real quick…”

She began pulling on it again.

“Anyway,” she grunted, smiling at Buttercup, “you are just…so…cute! Where ya from?”

The Repairman sighed, looking up at Wind.

“…No, it’s not that, I mean, the company would be nice…”

He turned towards his tool cart, and rested where his chin would be on one hand.

“…But did she have to be an assistant?”

PEW! Marie was finally free from the ice block, which flew high into the air…

She breathed a sigh of relief before looking back up at the Luma.

He
tilted his head at the two, awkwardly scratching his cheek. Did that
guy just take a fishbowl out of no where…? Well maybe it was just
suspended in his goopy body? Well, they were interesting for sure. but
definitely harmless, though he wasn’t going to let his guard down too much. Ganon had eyes everywhere.

“Uh,
I don’t think so. I think I would remember some little guys that look
like you-” Link immediately looked apologetic, “Ah- sorry, I didn’t mean
it in a rude way! It’s just that you both look really interesting.
Though, she did mention heroes. Maybe you’re thinking of the legends? ‘A
hero garbed in green, reborn when Hyrule needs him most’? I guess I
kind of ask for that association when I wear something like this. You
might have seen a painting in a book.

Link was not going to tell them that he was the hero, as declared by the princess.

“…Sounds about right,” the Repairman nodded. “Sorry, we’re not really from around here, so…”

Marie nodded in agreement, and her eye caught the fishbowl. She picked it up and extended it to the hero “lookalike”.

“Well, whoever you are,” she beamed, “I think you made quite a catch today! Thanks for getting ou–his toolbox!”

Her bow seemed to droop a little in that last part, but she didn’t notice. Obviously, unlike them, he was fishing for, well, fish, so it’d only be right that he gets what he wanted.

Rustbolt rolled his eyes. “Alright then.
Have fun I guess. I’m gonna go make, then chug, a gallon of coffee and
probably get drunk off of 4 cans of monster. If you wanna join me,
you’re welcome to.” Suddenly there was a rattling noise, and a can of
soda shot out of his ass at mach 4. It flew practically parallel to the
ground, and was out of sight in an instant.

“…Ignore that.”

“Okay, you have fun with–” the Repairman rolled his eyes dismissively, before a soda can flew off into the distance.

“…that…” he finished, watching the dust settle. It happened so fast, he didn’t even register what happened.

Shinko giggled sheepishly. “Well, that’s the thing. I was out in the backyard trying to practice by shooting at some soda cans. I was doing good, but then on the third can one of them went pew!“ To go with the sound effect, she moved her hand straight forward as if it were the bullet before curving up above her head to motion that it had ricocheted. “And it went above my head and I didn’t see where it landed, but I thought I heard a crack somewhere. So I just sorta… ran inside and put my rifle away.”
“That’s not a huge surprise. It seems like you have to have a shooting catastrophe every once in a while,” said Crystal as she sat down at the table, across from Shinko and the two blobs of ink.
Falcon slowly approached the table, placing the platters of sandwiches and fries down for a moment before heading back into the kitchen to grab some napkins and plates.
“Oooh, fancy fries! I love those!” Shinko exclaimed standing up on her chair to attempt to grab a handful before quickly retracting with an ‘ow!’.
“Careful, they’re still hot!” Crystal admonished the Toon girl as Falcon returned with plates and napkins, setting them in their proper places in front of everyone.
“Thanks Falcon. As always, your food is the best,” Crystal told him with a smile.
“Yes, thank you~!” Shinko chimed in, settling for grabbing a turkey and cheese sandwich instead and taking a big bite out of it.
Falcon simply sat down, nodding in response to their compliments. Just because he was shy doesn’t mean he was going to be rude to the two people he did know at the table.

The Repairman chuckled, then paused for thought.

“…Yeah, that’ll do it,” he said, before shaking his head. “Still, nothing that can’t be fixed.”

He knew that the lightest tap against the Wall was often enough to cause issues, so he didn’t really blame Shinko for such an accident. It happens.

Marie simply looked at her brother in astonishment. The Wall just got hit by a bullet and he was saying it was no big deal? How would…?

Their trains of thought were both distracted, however, as the smell reminded them how hungry they were.

“It looks good, Falcon!” the Repairman smiled, taking a sandwich gratefully. Marie followed suit, thanking Falcon as she took one, but not before looking to Shinko with concern. Since she seemed fine, Marie shifted her focus back to eating.

And what sandwiches they were! The Repairman’s pulled pork sandwich melted in his mouth, so to speak, and Marie’s chicken teriyaki caused her bow to sag in satisfaction. Both blobs beamed at Falcon as they “chewed”.

A blue paint blob with a green bow slowly approached Alice, blushing. “Um…was that YOU singing…?” Her eyes darted around nervously.

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Alice was singing softly to pass the time, nothing fancy just a small song to fight away her boredom, but she stopped when she realized someone was approaching her. She’s never seen this blob before but she had a feeling that they might be an acquaintance of the Repairman.

“It was, i’m sorry if it wasn’t all that good to listen to. It’s been a while since I’ve sung anything or had a good practice.”Alice says smiling down at the other

“…No!“ Marie exclaimed, a little too quickly. “I mean, uh…it was pretty good…I liked it…um…”

The pink of her blush grew larger, and the center began to turn redder. She cleared her throat.

“…Yeah, I don’t mind at all,” she managed. Even hearing this Toon’s voice echoing through the halls, she felt her heart beating faster. Even the Repairman, who was absorbed in his work, was bobbing and swaying to the music.

Marie chanced a glance up at the singer. Oh gosh, her entire body was starting to turn pink at this point. That halo! Those eyes! That dress! She was one well-drawn Toon!

Quickly, she averted her gaze.

“So, uh…to whom…that is, who are…bluh, no…I mean…”

Her voice quickly lapsed into silence. Already she was messing this up! She sighed.

“…What’s your name?” she finally managed, lamely.

Beep’s eyes widened at the small pink piece of paper. “Oh my god, Mr. Sir,” was all she could say. “How- When- Why-”

She
turned away for a moment, unsure of what else to say. “You… You lost
your home too, didn’t you…?” she asked. She was silent for a minute,
before turning back. “Mr. Sir? Why don’t you live with us then? If you
need a place to stay, we’ve certainly got plenty of room for you and Cat
Slime.”

She was about to continue, but quickly turned back to the
TV when she saw Bowyetta walking back into the room, carry three cans.
“Bowyetta is having brought some of her favorite drinks!” She handed one
can to Beep and one to Mr. Sir, keeping the third for herself. “The
movie is about to be starting!”

“…I don’t know,” the inkblot said, taking a deep breath. “All I know is if I wasn’t a nobody before, I am now.”

He sighed.

“I didn’t have a home to begin with,” he shrugged, “but yeah, my toolboxes…decades’ worth of stuff…that’s all gone…”

He sniffed, and Cat Slime looked up in shock. He loved those toolboxes!

“…I don’t know,” the inkblot finally replied, “I just…”

He looked up in surprise as Bowyetta came back, quickly hiding the pink slip again. Cat Slime could barely hide his worry, but for his aunt, he would try.

The inkblot smiled as she handed him another drink.

“Thank you,” he said, pretending to be cheerful. Maybe he did just need to watch a film to clear his head…