“Oh dear goddesses you are cute!!!! I’m Wind!” he all but
squealed, sticking out a hand to shake and completely forgetting about
ghost physics. Again. “Inky! Isn’t this great? Having a little sister is
the best!!! Well, except when she wakes you up at dawn to play hide and seek on your own birthday I guess. ~~Or when she gets kidnapped by a giant bird and you have to cross the whole ocean to get her back. But maybe that’s just me.~~” Wind muttered the last bit, getting lost in memories for a few moments before remembering Inky and Marie were still there.

“Anyway, hi! I’m one of Hyrule’s heroes… or well, I was. Am? I dunno,
I’m dead now, I’m a ghost! Wooooooooo~” he wailed, waggling his fingers
in emphasis. He then noticed the few patches of frost on Inky’s body,
since the ink blot had handed his scarf over to Marie, and grinned in
embarrassment.

“Heh, yeah, sorry so I keep forgetting that me being a ghost makes it cold for you guys when I’m around. My bad!”

“Y-yeah, it’s something…” the Repairman muttered. He patiently listened to
Wind talking about his own sister. ~~At least Wind’s sister probably wasn’t a replacement…~~

“Heh, well, nice to meet you, Mr. Hero!” Marie replied, also forgetting how ghosts work until she tried to shake his hand and was left with a heavy ice cube over hers for it. While she winced at the cold, she didn’t seem hindered by the weight at all, as she didn’t comedically topple over like the Repairman would. Instead, she immediately started attempting to pry the the ice off. Her arm made a creaking sound as it stretched somewhat. It was definitely giving, but it still needed a couple of seconds…

The Repairman shrugged, pulling out an oversized holiday sweater. It had an incomprehensible white, green, and red pattern all over it, the kind that makes one wonder just what was in the seamster’s eggnog that day.

“…Eh, no worries. But how come I was the last to know she was coming…?”

That’s what it seemed like, at least, and it was yet another frustrating thing about this situation.

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“eyHay, youyay owknay, youyay ancay ogay aheadyay andyay imbclay
onyay ymay ackbay ifyay youyay antway, (Hey, you know, you can go ahead
and climb on my back if you want,)“ the fairy offered the fourth wall
repairer as she turned around, looking at him over her own shoulder.

The Repairman blinked. Language barrier aside, the Repairman had never had someone offer to be transport for him. Then again, he never asked, really.

“Uh…yay…ureshay…” (Uh…sure.)

He clambered up, careful not to pull on anything or offend her in any way.

“Anksthay…this actually helps a lot…yay…”

The white-haired Denpa suddenly hid behind Susumu as Cat Slime came
charging in. Susumu, however, was simply confused by his squeakings.
“Huh- Wait- Another Susumu? Powers? Size? What- Hey, hey, little guy!
Slow down so I can understand!”

Susumu stood up, picking up one of
the glasses as she did so, and took a drink before she began speaking
again. “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else. I mean, is
there really another Susumu? Gosh, I thought I had a really uncommon
name… But, I’m just a simple Denpa-Girl. I don’t really have any special
powers… I have my magic, but all Denpas have that.” She then held up
one of her ears. “If you’re smelling anything weird, it’s probably
coming from us. I don’t know if you can smell our scent, or if that’s
just a thing with our kind… I know, everyone else tells me I smell like
cake and dirt, but… You’ve worked out that I’m not food by now.” She
rolled her eyes at the white-haired Denpa. “Just don’t pay attention to
Quartz, okay? She’s kind of an alarmist. But anyway, you never answered
my question. Who are you, and what are you? Why does a human keep you in
a box for food?”

Cat Slime slowed down, and sighed in relief. It was just someone with a similar name. And similar hair. And similar eyes. Just a freaky coincidence.

He shrugged, not having noticed the smell until now. But yeah, it was definitely there. He chuckled at her remark.

Then he paled as he realized even her friend was named Quartz. It was just another coincidence, right?

He shook his head. She was asking him something; as the host, he had to reply to that first.

He squeaked something to the effect of, “I’m Cat Slime, and I’m a cat-shaped slime. And the big blob of ink lets me live here in his box of stuff. It’s really nice, and he feeds me and takes care of me, too!”

He smiled. The big blob of ink was a busy guy, but he was also real caring.

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“I-I’m sorry……” She winced, lowering her paws from her mouth. “All I did was make an Eisner joke, I-I didn’t think it would actually BREAK anything…”

The crack got slightly bigger from a second mention, and the Repairman’s siren light grew a little brighter.

He didn’t seem to notice, instead wondering if he should pat her on the shoulder or bring Cat Slime out or something.

“No, relax, it’s fine, happens all the time…” he said, trying to calm her down. He appreciated the concern, as always, but he didn’t want anyone to start crying over it or overtly stressing over it. The latter was his job, after all.

Link heard someone call for him when he came up for air and glanced back, floating in the water.

“Yeah,
actually!” he replied, holding the box over his head. They were looking
for it? Maybe it wasn’t a treasure chest then. He’d definitely never
seen one like it. Swimming to their side of the shore, he got out of the
water and set it on the ground.

Well, they were certainly some
interesting looking folks…Somewhere between a zol and a bot. These guys
were sentient though, and didn’t seem to be harmful in anyway. One of
them even had a cute bow on her head.

The Repairman sighed in relief. He wouldn’t have to get new tools. Marie, too, sighed in relief, but only because it meant they wouldn’t have to fish anymore.

“Thanks,” the Repairman said, gratefully taking the box. He opened it, revealing several small fish flopping on top of his various unorganized tools

Without thinking, he pulled a fishbowl from his hammerspace and scooped the fish (as well as plenty of excess water) into it. Putting it aside, he did a quick check to make sure everything was okay. Finally, he looked back up at the Hylian.

Boy, he looked familiar. Almost like…oh. One of the Heroes…

“Hey,” Marie began to remark, “you look like one of those ghommph!”

The Repairman had quickly cupped a hand over where her mouth would have been.

“Aha, what she meant to say was, you look like someone we know. Have we met?”

He chuckled nervously, gently removing his hand. Marie glared at her brother, but said nothing.

Shinko giggled, “Well come on in! The dining table’s just over this
way. You two can grab a seat and Falcon’ll have food for us in no time!”

“Settle
down, Shinko,” Crystal warned the Toon girl, watching as Shinko ran
over to grab herself a seat. The dark haired woman let out a small sigh,
looking back down at the ink blobs. “Just to let you two know, Falcon’s
not much of a talker around strangers. So if it seems like he’s
ignoring you…try not to take it personally?”

From the dining
table, Shinko kicked her feet idly as she glanced over towards the
kitchen area, where Falcon was putting together a variety of sandwiches
and a platter of parmesan truffle fries. While the dark eyes of Falcon’s
mask focused on the task at hand, the blank white eyes that formed on
the hair-like portion of his head managed to catch a glimpse of the
arriving ink blobs. Though he showed no signs of it outwardly, knowing
that unexpected guests had arrived, and complete strangers at that, made
him feel a little more nervous.

The Repairman and Marie cheerfully followed Shinko into the house, nodding as Crystal explained.

When they clambered onto their seats, however, the Repairman spotted Falcon, and his eyes widened in surprised recognition. He decided against reminding him (if he was awkward around strangers, that would make it worse), but he remembered one Halloween where he was dressed as a tombstone…

Instead, he smiled alongside Marie, who was idly looking around.

“So…” she said, turning to Shinko, “…um…you mentioned blasting the Wall…with a rifle…?”

“More common than you’d think,” the Repairman said, absently. “Besides, don’t even know if she did that…”

The paint spatter seemed to ignore that comment, as she was too busy trying to take this all in. A human(oid), a demon, and their Chibi/Toony child, who knew her way around firearms? This was a really neat family!

A bit off put and mildly insulted by the “NO!”, Rustbolt huffed quietly.

“Do you at least need some sort of direction as to where you need to go?”

“…Well, I kinda have that covered, too…” the Repairman replied, tapping his siren light. “I know where breaks in the Wall happen thanks to this!”

He looked at the locked door. There were plenty of ink stains on the door and the handle.

“…Getting to them can be a bit tricky, sure, but still…”

“I could still try to help…” Marie chimed in.

“I just have to try other options,” the Repairman said, through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Do not being worried, Cosmic Star!” Bowyetta made her Aqua Star doll
“say”. “We are being of the Nise Suta Heishi! If we are working
together, we can be defeating of this creature!”

“De-feet!” Barette’s Flora Star doll proudly “proclaimed”.

“We’ve got trouble, everyone!” ‘said’ Quartz’s Thunder Star. “The monster is headed this way!”

“Everyone, follow me!” “Commanded” Bonk’s Volcano Star. “Group formation!”

The rest of the girls grouped their dolls together, and Bowyetta motioned for Mr. Sir to follow. “Everyone, attack! NOW!”

The
girls then began “attacking” Cat Slime, though their hits were more
like gentle pats than anything. “Cosmic Star! We are much needing of
your help!” Aqua Star “called out”.

“Uhh…” the Repairman said, slipping out of his falsetto. What could he do to stop ~~his pet~~ the terrible monster?

Cat Slime was trying to chomp on the action figures with his toothless maw, letting out a few roars as he did so.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming!” Cosmic Star ran in, and began to join her companions in “attacking” the beast.

Finally, after several pats to his head and ears, Cat Slime reeled back, pretending to be grievously wounded.

“Yeah! We…did…it?” Cosmic Star cheered, as the Repairman realized Cat Slime was still squeaking.

Cat Slime staggered, squeaking between fake gasps. What his character said was so poignant, so tragic, so beautiful that the Repairman became teary-eyed. He made the Cosmic Star doll salute, before giving one of his own.

“…G-godspeed...”

And so the monster collapsed, defeated. Corrugated City was safe…but at what cost? At what cost?

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The gourmand fairy looked at the unconscious creature and back to the
blobby fellow over the fruits she was holding in both of her arms and
hands. “Youyay ouldcay ifyay youyay antway otay, (You could if you want
to,)” she shrugged her shoulders, “Iyay onday’tay indmay. (I don’t
mind.)”

The Repairman nodded, leaving the foodstuffs down on the ice for the Darktoon.

“Osay…~~can you see~~–oorysay. Anyway-yay, etslay etgay oinggay!” (So…~~bad bad pun~~– sorry. Anyway, let’s get going!)

He packed his tool cart back into his hammerspace and got ready to follow the fairy.

Link was caught off guard by the sudden tug on the line that he went
face first into the muddy shallows, fishing pole flying out of his hand.

“What- No- Wait-!” he couldn’t lose that! It was the best one he’d gotten! And it cost so many rupees!”

Quickly
he dived in to grab the handle to the pole, only to be tugged again.
This was no ordinary fish- It had to be something massive. That’s it. He
was going to have to get this thing the hard way, and get his
rod back. Link pulled out a small knife and dove under the water,
searching for the fish, only to find two fishing hooks around a…treasure
chest? He, pulled off the hooks and grabbed it and came up for air.
Maybe there would be some big amount of rupees in it??

Marie, hearing a splash, reflexively looked up towards the river, but saw nothing. However, she did notice that there was much less pull. She relaxed. Finally, she could reel it in for the Repairman, no problem…

Speaking of the Repairman, he was still rather dazed, but he had risen to a standing position, gently swaying.

“Thank you, please come again…”

Marie watched him with concern as she continued reeling, until the hook came out of the water. It was not only bereft of a toolbox, but it was also missing the magnet somehow. Frantically, she shook her brother back to consciousness.

“Ugh, not so hard,” the Repairman mumbled, his eyes blinking back to normal. They sprung to the size of dinner plates when he caught sight of the empty fishing rod.

“What hap–”

“I don’t know, I reeled and then it fell…” Marie tried to explain, before falling silent. She hoped to triumphantly hand him the toolbox, but no such luck.

The Repairman sighed, shaking his head.

“All right, let’s just try it again…” He gave her an encouraging smile. “Not your fault…”

Then he spied (he presumed) a Hylian in the river.

“Uh…Hello there!” he called out. “Did you see a red metal box in there?”