Bowyetta let out a yelp as the crowbar pulled on her body.
“B-Bowyetta can not being a mother! She can hardly be caring for
herself!”

The white-haired girl spoke up. “Bowyetta, what’s wrong?
From what I’ve heard, having kids is wonderful! What could have
happened to make you not want-”

It was then that she realized what
she had asked. Bowyetta would never say it herself, but… Was she afraid
that she would end up hurting Barrette somehow? …Was she afraid that
she would end up becoming like Smithy…?

“Bowyetta… Is not wishing for any harm to be coming to her child. Is why it is not good for her to being around Bowyetta.”

At this point, the Repairman gave up on the crowbar idea. Tossing it aside haphazardly, he pulled a jack out from behind his back and placed it inside the toolbox. Its sides contorted outward as he raised the jack.

“…There you go,” he grunted, once it was wide enough for her to slip out. Then what she said finally hit him.

“What do you mean you’d harm her–”

Oh.

“…You mean like…NO!”

With alarming speed, he pulled Bowyetta up.

“You are not him, you are nothing like him, and look! She has several aunts who can help ya! Just…”

He looked at Barrette sadly.

“…Be what Smithy wasn’t, okay?”

Songbird watched curiously as he tried to pick the lock, unable to do
much from inside the cage. Her wings drooped once it became clear he
couldn’t get it open. But he hadn’t given up yet, judging by the fact
that he pulled another device from… somewhere. She listened as the
inkblot read the instructions and followed them. When he got to ‘take
cover’, Songbird looked around but there wasn’t exactly anything to hide
her. She backed up a little, but still got covered in soot when
the ‘lock remover’ blew.

“…Now, why would I need to…”

Realization hit the Repairman just half a second before the explosion did. He was flung back into the wall, and when the smoke cleared, it looked like he didn’t have eyes.

That is, until he shook the soot off.

“Eugh, shoulda known…”

His eyes widened, as it turned out somehow the lock seemed no worse for wear. He threw his arms up angrily.

“Really, Acme?! Really? You not only send dynamite, but defective dynamite! Unbelievable!”

He hadn’t noticed that the seemingly intact lock had already disintegrated while he was ranting.

It didn’t take long for Bowyetta to scoop Mr. Sir into another hug. “Of
course Bowyetta is meaning, Mr. Sir,” she answered, her voice now taking
on a much softer tone. “Bowyetta would not tell you anything that was
not being true. You are much being more important than you are thinking,
Mr. Sir. You are very much important to Bowyetta, to Beepsumu, to
Bonkakira… Even Medical is liking of you very much.” Her voice was
starting to shake at this point. “Is not being much, Bowyetta is
knowing. But… You are meaning very much to someone, and that is being
all that matters.” She then looked right at him. She… Looked like she
was about to burst into tears herself. “Now Mr. Sir, please be finishing
of your soup? Be doing it for Bowyetta, so we can be going downstairs?”

“Hurk!”

His crying didn’t skip a beat as he moved from the blanket to Bowyetta’s arms, though it did become much softer as she spoke. He didn’t even notice how tightly he was holding on to her in return.

“…Okay…” the inkblot whispered after a moment. He was very much touched by all this, and after taking a moment to finish sobbing.

“…Your…your soup smells good,” he said, faintly smiling.

Cat Slime squeaked, the inkblot’s spoon in his mouth and worry in his eyes. He proffered the spoon to his caretaker.

“…Thank you both,” the inkblot said, settling back down and beginning to eat.

“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]

kitterahsdollhouse:

askthefwrp:

kitterahsdollhouse:

askthefwrp:

kitterahsdollhouse:

askthefwrp:

kitterahsdollhouse:

I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*

“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”

He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.

“Am I really…that one-note?”

*that hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting* One-? *realization hits her* nonononono! that’s not what I meant at all! No, you’re not one-note at all! *floats over to him, visibly upset as well* I’m sorry for the joke.

As Kitterah floated over to him, the Repairman was taking a few ragged breaths.

“I mean,” he mumbled, more to himself than Kitterah, “I k-know I was never the most complex T-Toon, and I did nothing but fix the st…the stup…the Wall for decades, but I have developed, I have grown, I have…”

His words faded into unintelligible gibberish as he buried his head into Kitterah’s stomach, sobbing with comically oversized tears.

“I don’t doubt it.” She patted him comfortingly, not caring about any ink that got on her. “I may not have known you back then, but at the very least I’ve heard about it.” She decides to hug him as tightly as his inky body would allow.

Schlorp. Kitterah’s arms practically went through the Repairman’s liquid form, leaving them submerged. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he hugged her back, blobby arms wrapped around her.

“…I…I…Sorry…” he finally sniffled. “…I-I didn’t mean to bring everything down…th-thank you…”

Kitterah would hug him tighter if she could, but from how far her arms had already sunk she was pretty sure they’d go all the way through. Once Rep sniffled she pulled away a little so he could see her face. She smiled at him, “It’s fine, what else are friends for? Do you feel better at least?”

“…Yeah…” he said, after a couple of deep breaths, “I…I think I do.”

He smiled, weakly at first, but he was truly grateful for this. To think there was a time he was just content mindlessly doing his job! Ha!

He hopped down.

“Yep, I do!”

However, the Denpas also felt the movement, but it affected them much
more due to their small size. They let out a scream as they were
suddenly flung against the wall, and to make matters worse, several
objects were flung at them as well. None of them got hurt by it, but…
They did have a feeling that they were trapped.

“Hey! Can anyone
hear us? We’re trapped in here! Pkease let us out!” These metal boxes
usually belonged to humans, right? Susumu thought she could get their
attention from here, but… No response.

“Please, we’re just a bunch
of hungry Denpa-Men!” The red Denpa spoke up. “We don’t want any
trouble! We just need something to eat and drink!”

Cat Slime looked up at the cries for help. Oh, it was just those pests, never mi–

Wow, they sounded like they were in trouble! And not just from being caught eating his pie!

He looked at them sympathetically as they explained their problem. Finally, he sighed, digging for a spoon. When he found it he scooped a sizable chunk of pie and gently placed the spoon in front of the blue Denpa.

He squeaked in a way asking if any of them were hurt or pinned by anything.

Black, White, and Purple

“What was I doing before meeting you?” Shalbie said thinking out loud.
“Nothing really just walking around town trying to find something fun to
do I guess. It gets boring you know, being the only one of your kind
and not having people to do shadow things with, we can only be under
direct sunlight for so long before it starts to affect us, and
everything in this place is mostly only open during the day.” He added
explaining to the repairman what he was doing before they found each
other.

“…Oh…” the Repairman managed, looking at Shalbie sympathetically. “Jeez…”

After a moment’s thought, he reached into his hammerspace and pulled out an umbrella, a purple hoodie, a bottle of sunscreen, and a pair of sunglasses.

“…Would these help at all, do you think?” he asked, handing them to the shadow. “I don’t know what kinds of things sunlight does to you, but maybe these could help deflect it…?”

sonosound:

♬ “Sheesh WHAT in the world ARE you?

I’ve never SEEN such a specimen on the islands that looks
like you. HOW BADLY DID CORTEX SCREW UP!?”

@askthefwrp

“…Hello to you too,” the Repairman mumbled, looking down. He slowly moved back a couple inches away from the woman.

“…Cortex didn’t do anything,” he finally said. “I’m just a passing inkblot Toon…”

He didn’t expect anyone to see him. The lab seemed vacant when he came in…

Behind Sono, he could see Marie looking anxiously at him from a shadow. He quickly gave the paint spatter a look that said “no, no, just hang on.”

Rustbolt yawned and stretched his arms. He was practically on autopilot,
half-asleep. “I DONT WANT ANOTHER ONE!” He swatted away an imaginary
something. Who knew what he was seeing, half his brain was dreaming.
Until he felt himself bump into something, and somehow he managed to
fall flat on his face, right at the Repairman’s… “feet.”

The Repairman turned around just in time to be caught in the face by a guy in a metal suit.

“Augh! What the–?!”

He rubbed his face, before jumping back at a massive clatter. Marie also jumped, her bow flicking back to normal from the force of it.

They looked down to find his…assailant…collapsed on the ground. Screws and nuts and bolts were scattered this way and that.

“Uh…hey…you okay?” the Repairman asked, after a stunned moment of silence.

Marie, meanwhile, was starting to pick up all the loose parts, inspecting each of them closely as she did so.

“What are you doing?!” the Repairman urgently whispered.

“I’m just getting all his stuff together for him…”

“Well, stop! It looks like you’re stealing them!”

Marie rolled her eyes, and put the pieces she collected into neatly organized piles in front of the fallen character. The piles seemed to be sorted not only by type, but also size, color, and even age.

“Who,
me?” The weasel had a little chuckle herself. “You’re asking the wrong
one in a ladcoat; I’m just his assistant. Dr. Cortex is the mad
scientist here.”

She points at one of his paintings of himself, depicting him as tall,
muscular, and godlike. He’s most certinally compensating for something.

“It’s a little exaggerated, yes, but I think you get the idea of who he is.”

“Oh!” Marie exclaimed, turning to look at the painting.

She said nothing for a while, just scanning the image.

“…What does the N stand for? Neat? Neurosurgeon? Nightingale?”

She felt it best not to mention how big his head was. Judging by the picture, this Cortex guy was a little sensitive…

Instead, she kept on firing off rapid guesses.

“Nice? Narcotic? Nanotechnology? Ninny–no…OH! No? Nip?…”

It was clear if she wasn’t stopped, she would keep going until she was even bluer in the face.

[[Continued from here.]]

Susumu suddenly got a very nervous look on her face. “T-trust me!
It’s better if you didn’t call me… Uh, that! A-and well… You exist now,
don’t you? So that’s a reason to celebrate in itself! It’s… Called a
birthday. You’ve probably never celebrated one before, but Mr. Sir’s
birthday is soon if I recall correctly…”

Bonkakira then
stepped up, holding yet another bag, when she caught sight of the blue
blob. “Hey, Ink Bro! This your cousin or something?” She tilted her
shades down slightly. “Name’s Bonkakira. Survivor of 18 apocalypses.
She’s seen a lot of stuff, man. Like, stuff you wouldn’t believe. …Wanna
hear about it?”

Suddenly, the white haired girl from before
shoved her box into Susumu’s arms. “I came as soon as I heard!” Was the
first thing she said. “That little blobby fellow I saw before is here,
and there’s another one too? Well, hello! I’m Phantom Quartz, but
everyone here calls me Quartz or PQ. Oh, and, don’t worry about my arm.
That’s just my gem!”

The last one to approach Marie and Mr. Sir
was Barrette, and she was carrying the girls’ pet, Medical, with her.
“Hello!” was all she said, giving them both a shar-toothed smile.
“Bar-rette.” she proudly stated her name, before pointing at Medical.
“Med-dy.”

“Wait, the day you were drawn counts?” Marie asked, incredulously. She never expected to have a 0th birthday…

Suddenly, she found herself staring, starry-eyed, at Bonkakira.

“Oh, yes please! That sounds incredible! How did you survive all that…?”

No time for that; there was another new face to meet!

“Well, hi, PQ! Oooh, nice gem! Wh–”

No time for that, either. There was a smaller Bowyetta, and she was carrying a slime!

“Hell, hi there, Barrette and Meddy…”

Sweat marks appeared on her painted form. She didn’t expect this much attention on day one…

The Repairman’s toolbox opened, and Cat Slime hopped out, having smelled the food. His eyes widened and he gave an excited squeak. There was a new face, a lot like the Repairman’s! A new friend? She was getting a lot of buzz, too…

Quickly, he hopped into Marie’s arms, squeaking softly.

“Oh! And who might you be….?” she asked, stroking his head.

The Repairman, meanwhile, looked on grimly. He was getting replaced; he knew it! Even Cat Slime was going to her!

He shivered with quiet indignity, and slowly began to back away. He figured he would need some time. Alone, apparently.