“Aiyee!”

Angie scurried behind a booth. Steam filled the coffee shop that the place resembled a scene from a horror movie.

“Hey
dude…you good?” She called out from her hiding spot. The steam was
starting to clear a bit. She craned her neck around the booth in a
cartoon-ish fashion. “Repairman?”

The Repairman was holding still, swaying back and forth. His eyes were nothing but spirals, but at least they were their normal white paint. His siren light, too, was steadily blinking red again. A soft whistling sound could be heard every time he spun.

“…Ya got that in my size…?” he slurred, clearly dazed, before collapsing to the ground with a Crash! The whistling wound down as he fell, to be replaced by loud snoring. His inky form melted gently into a puddle as he began to sleep, no longer able to protest.

At that statement, Bowyetta became angry. “Who is having told you of
this, Mr. Sir?!“ she demanded. “Of course you are much deserving! You
are much being important, are you knowing? Bowyetta is knowing that she
is not having to be doing of all this. But after all you are having done
for Bowyetta? You are meaning of very much to her and her friends. Is
why Bowyetta is wanting to be caring for you, Mr. Sir. You are being of
much importance, and do not be letting anyone say that you are not.”

Cat Slime had hopped up onto the inkblot’s chest, calmly but intensely squeaking at him. It was in a similar vein to Bowyetta’s speech, but with a somewhat harsher, “tough love” edge.

“…I…I…”

If the inkblot was teary-eyed before, his eyes were just two big puddles of paint now.

“…I…you mean it…?”

He was still painfully unaware of his unemployment, but he still couldn’t bring himself to confess.

“A-are you sure…? I mean…I mean…”

The rest of what he said was lost in very loud and rapid sobbing as he buried his face in the blanket.

“I’m Alice Angel, Alice for short, it’s nice to meet you.” she gives the other a small nervous smile

None
of what he said made any sense but Alice is used to weird and strange
things by now. Looks like their both still left with more questions then
answers.None of the ink in this place was safe with the amount of dark
magic Joey Drew liked to do. Guess that didn’t matter much now though
because at least it’s come to a small stop with this chaos.

“That
ink? It’s nothing good, monsters come from it a lot.This place has got a
lot of evil and dark magic in the ink.” Alice does her best to explain

The Repairman nodded in return. “Yeah, I’m glad to see someone else here…”

He grimaced as she explained.

“Oh, that’s why it didn’t look right?” he groaned. “I thought this was just gonna be another lonely job, but now I gotta avoid those things?”

Peeking outside the room, he sighed.

“Well, monsters or not, I gotta fix the Wall.”

He peered to the right, where he knew the crack in the Fourth Wall was. For the moment, he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings…

“…Anything else I should know about…?”

“Eek!” Though Bowyetta couldn’t see much, she suddenly felt herself
being flung out of the toolbox. No, no, she couldn’t let this happen.
She tried to catch herself before anyone saw her, but…

CLUNK.

When
Bowyetta opened her eyes, she found herself… Partly stuck inside the
toolbox. Her head was still sticking out, but her shoulders had gotten
caught on the edge of the toolbox. She looked at Mr. Sir, looking
genuinely worried. “You are having told Bowyetta no one would be finding
of her!”

“Mama!” It seemed like Barrette had taken notice of
her mother, and ran over to give her a hug. However, she wasn’t the only
one who noticed, and Bonk was on her way…

The Repairman was still face-down on the floor.

“I never said that,” he called out, in a muffled voice. “In fact I told you I made no promises!”

Finally getting up, he gave all three Misfits an apologetic look.

“…I really shouldn’t have gotten involved in this…I just had to know what she was on about…”

He sighed.

“…I’ll…er…should I see myself out…?” he asked, hoping to get out of this as fast as possible. He went over to pick up Cat Slime.

[[@askthegreenguys]]

Both inkblot and paint spatter felt the temperature drop. A thin layer of frost began to form over the Repairman as he immediately dug into his toolbox for his scarf. Luckily, Cat Slime seemed to not feel any chill. Repairman blinked. That could only mean one thing…

He heard chattering and turned around to see Marie shivering. She seemed a paler tint of blue, and her bow was weighed down by a few small icicles.

“W-w-what’s-s-s hap-p-pening?”

The Repairman immediately went over to hand her his scarf, but before he could answer, Wind burst in, enthusiastically shouting at him.

“Uh…” he started, thankful that the cold went from a presence to a person, “…yup, that’s her…”

Marie, meanwhile, was rapidly warming up just from the scarf, and was amazed at that fact.

“Oh, uh hi there!” she waved energetically, though not as energetically as the ghost. “I’m Marie! What’s your name?”

“Nyu hu… Nyu hu hu…” The Factory looked the same as ever, except someone very familiar seemed to be here. When she first caught sight of the strange ink creature, her first instinct was, as ever, to shoot an arrow at him. She loaded one of her burning arrows into herself and fired it at him. She missed, of course, but… Had the shot given her away?

“Guh!”

One minute, the Repairman was just checking on yet another alternate universe, the next, a flaming projectile whizzed over his head.

“Hey, watch it!” he called out. “You coulda hit me!”

He paused for thought. This did look like Smithy’s factory, and he remembered how they reacted to intruders. He was still glad the paralysis was short-lived.

“Oh…”

The Denpa-Men, however, payed no attention to the sleeping creature.
Despite how much larger it was than them, thy were in desperate need of
food, and continued following the scent.

“Hey, I knew there’d be something in here!” The blue Denpa exclaimed
as she laid eyes on the pie. “It’s… You know… One of those big crispy
things that humans fill with fruit! But… I think it’s too hot for me.
Someone else go try it first.”

A black Denpa with shades stepped forward. “I’ll do it,” she
volunteered, as she stepped closer to the pie. “If there’s something
wrong with it, I’m the best at handling poison anyway.” The other
Denpa-Men didn’t argue with this, and instead watched as she reached up
to break off a piece of the crust before shoving it into her mouth.
After a moment, she gave a nod of approval. “Come on, it’s okay. It’s
perfectly fine, and we won’t get caught.”

Honestly, the other Denpa-Men didn’t care about getting caught, they
just wanted to fill their stomachs. They all climbed up to the top of
the pie and started eating, not noticing the movement nearby…

If the Denpa-Men were a little more careful, they may have noticed how many loose things were in the pile. As it was, several screws, a fountain pen, and a couple of hard drives fell lower into the toolbox, making a surprisingly large clatter on impact.

“…?”

Cat Slime rose, still groggy, and looked around. His vision was a bit blurry, but he could see…tiny colored smudges around his pie…?

He shook his head and looked again.

Thieves!

He shambled on top of the now-cooled pie, and looked down on the tiny…things irritably.

He began squeaking something to the effect of “It’s mine! Get your own!”

He hoped that would be the end of it. All he wanted to do was enjoy his treat in peace. What’s more, there was something oddly familiar about this bunch…

“You’ll see! He’s- oh!” Shinko was interrupted when she saw Cat Slame coming over with their newly developed pictures.

“Those all look great! Do you want to pick which ones you want to keep first?” she asked.

Crystal smiled at them both as she led them out of the Akuma Cafe and down a few blocks where they could easily spot the bakery.

Cat Slime gave a quick nod, before taking a couple of the pictures with just him and Shinko, the one smudged by the Repairman dashing in, and the very last picture.

The Repairman looked at them appreciatively, then pulled a safe out of his toolbox and gently placed them inside. A Disneyland Mickey hat, a busted-up security camera, instructions on taking care of a slime, several other photos, and an unlabeled CD could be seen before he closed the safe again.

Both inkblot and slime were smiling as they followed Crystal to the bakery, looking around curiously. It wasn’t long before Cat Slime sniffed the air, and then kept sniffing. He sighed, happily. This was going to be great!

‘You gotta be kidding me’ was the only thought going through her head.

How
was she to prove herself? And exactly how strong WAS that drink again?
She didn’t know. She didn’t have caffeine goggles with her.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” She held her paws out next to her head. “It’s just me!”

The Repairman, meanwhile, was shaking as he tried to discern the real Angie from an evil clone, imposter, or what-have-you. A whistling sound came up as it looked like his head was steaming. His painted eyes seemed to jiggle more and more, the colors flashing even brighter and faster.

First two, then four, then eight more Aggies seemed to appear. The inkblot tried to keep the cork gun on every one of them, but it wasn’t long before he was surrounded. Finally, he let out a scream and fired the gun, the cork flying out with a pop! The outflow of steam coming from his head suddenly increased, and it briefly got so thick that no one could see.

@crescent-in-the-sky

The Star Dish carried Tippy high into the air without much of an
issue. However, just as she was about to make a landing, something
happened. The cracks in the Dish began to grow bigger, and it was
rapidly shedding stardust.

She had to think of something, and
fast. Unfortunately, thinking on her feet was not one of Tippy’s strong
suits. As such, she ended up simply letting go and falling off of the
Dish, leaving it to burst into a cloud of stardust.

As she fell,
she caught sight of Paintball bouncing after her, and quickly held on to
the pogo stick, trying to stop him. “Leave the aerodynamics to me,
little guy!” She managed to call out to him. “We’re… We’re going to
crash!”

The Repairman saw the cat leap out, thankfully avoiding the apparent explosion of that ship. He sighed in relief, and then cried out as she grabbed the pogo stick.

Not good! Not good!

The fire extinguisher he carried dangled dangerously from his one free hand.

He looked down, panicked. He should have known better than to use a pogo stick at this altitude; he doubted his chances of sticking the landing…