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The gourmand fairy, carefully taking
the fruit back, squinted at where the blob was gesturing at. Over there
was a disgusting, mouth foaming Darktoon, and, good gracious, it looked
like it ate a 10 or 20 pounds of sugar before it passed out. Yuck, that
thing was seriously disgusting; she still remembered where she
was “feeling cozy” in the mouth of this pest.

“ellWay,
(Well,)” Edith slowly and carefully explained, still having disgust at
the Darktoon, “esethay uysgay ereway ikelay oachesray andyay uffstay,
osay …. yeahyay. (these guys were like roaches and stuff, so …. yeah.)“

“oSay
ummyay, atwhay areyay youyay oingday erehay allyay ybay yourselfyay
ithway ATthay ingthay? (So umm, what are you doing here all by yourself
with THAT thing?)”

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded, after taking a moment to understand what she said. “Um…way…itsay okebray outtaday iceyay.” (Um…it broke out of the ice)

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Anyway…way…Anksthay or fay okkingneigh athay outway,” he continued, trying his hardest not to mangle Pig Latin. “I’msay uthay Oarthfay Allway Epairman…ray. Asway onyay usinessbay.” (Anyway…thanks for knocking that out. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. Was on business.)

He looked at the fairy(?) and at the large heap of fruit she was carrying.

“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay?” (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)

@angel-in-grayscale, continued from here

“There’s a lot of things in this studio that don’t like strangers, and I don’t want them to hurt you.” she replies with a sigh

Alice
had a lot of questions but she’d ask them when she felt like they both
were safe from the searchers, and Bendy, there was a lot of ink
splatters nearby and she was afraid of what could jump out of them.
After a few minutes of walking Alice spots a good room and motions for
the stranger to follow.

It looked like they were safe for now so Alice decided to ask a few questions.

“Who are you anyway? How did you get in here?”

The Repairman’s lower body seemed to contort to avoid all the spatters on the floor. He still didn’t trust that ink, and from the looks of it, neither did this angel.

As they walked, he slipped a transparent purple filter over his siren light. It still blinked annoyingly, but at least it wasn’t the bright red it was before.

“…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the inkblot replied, “And as for how I got here…”

He shrugged.

“I dunno, really. I just walk towards the world I have to go to, and then I’m there.”

He took a moment to really look at this angel, who seemed to have the same strange ink as the rest of this place used, as well as two horns that were unusual for angels…

“Uh, you seemed wary around that ink,” he finally said, looking around. “What is it?”

Secretly, Bowyetta was relieved that Mr. Sir hadn’t been attacked by
Yaridovich. She wasn’t afraid of him, of course, but she didn’t exactly
want to go back to the Factory…

It was strange though. If he hadn’t been hurt, then what was going on? Why was he acting so weird?

“…Is
not much mattering, Mr. Sir.” Bowyetta gave him an oddly tired-looking
smile. “You may be staying with Bowyetta for as long as you are wanting.
Let us be finished eating soon, and then we can go downstairs to be
watching of Nise Suta Heishi.”

“…Thank you,” the inkblot finally managed, after an awkwardly long silence. He seemed to be poking at his soup more than he was eating it.

“You know,” he said, after a while, “you really didn’t have to do any of this…I…I don’t really deserve it…”

Cat Slime looked at the inkblot in alarm, squeaking a sound like “What?!”

The bow child smiled at Mr. Sir, and twanged her string at him once
again. The white-haired girl, however, seemed oddly curious about him,
and watched him the entire time he followed Bonk.

Bonk, however,
tilted her glasses down, narrowing his eyes at him. “Ink Dude, you’re
not lying to me, are you? Listen, uh… That lil tiny Bowyetta over there?
That’s Barrette. She’s Bowyetta’s kid. Yeah, don’t ask me how that
happened. But since Bowyetta went missing, she’s been crying more than
usual. And Beep hasn’t been dealing with it well either. If you know
where she is, you gotta tell us now.”

He looked back at Barrette, then back to Bonkakira. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact. He never could lie very well..

“All right,” he Repairman sighed. “Just give me a minute. Gotta fix the Wall, still…”

As he went over to his tool cart, he somehow tripped, despite lacking legs. He yelped in surprise, thrusting his arms out to catch himself. No such luck. He tipped over his cart, sending both his toolboxes to the floor. Their contents were scattered all across the floor, along with a very dazed Cat Slime.

The Repairman, meanwhile, stayed splattered on the floor. It was an embarrassing situation, especially since the inkblot wasn’t even certain it was an accident…

Black, White, and Purple

“Besides you and me? Who knows, as far as I knew I was the only
Shadow until you showed up.” Shalbie said as he opened the door to the
Bar. As soon as they entered the milk bar went quiet as the Bard and the
Flute boy finished the piece they were playing.

“For the
love of Nayru, there’s two of them.” Was whispered throughout the place
as Shalbie and the repairman walked towards the table Shadow used most
of the time he entered this establishment. “Don’t mind them, some might
have had a little too much to drink.” Shalbie added a she sat down and
motioned his friend towards an empty seat. Little time passed before
the bard and his companion began to start playing music again.

“Uh, actually, I’m not–”

Too late. An awkward quiet was not the time. Not like it would have mattered to anyone there, anyway, and the shadow seemed happy…

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, climbing onto the seat. “So, uh, what were you doing there before you met me? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything…”

“Aww, I guess that means you have to go now, huh?” Green said, feeling a bit dejected at the conclusion.

“Don’t look so blue, Green! We had an entire afternoon together, ~~although it felt like a lot longer~~ and I’m sure Inky won’t be a stranger after this! If nothing else, the others are pretty bad at… you know… staying in our lane.”
Vio offered, trying to cheer his brother up. Sparky was a bit too
engrossed in how exactly a blinking light could tell Inky that much
information to process the fact that he had to leave at first.

“It
can do that? That’s so neat, how does that even wor- oh. Heh, sorry, we
probably shouldn’t keep you!” he sheepishly concluded, scratching his
face a little bit. “Well, like Vio said, don’t be a stranger around
here! If you have spare time someday I’ll show you more of New Hyrule if
you want, or we can just… hang out somewhere where your stuff won’t get
snagged on moving trains, haha.”

“Yeah…” the Repairman said. “Sorry, but I have a job to do…”

He noticed Sparky taking an interest in his light. More out of a sense of personal space than anything else, he backed up a step.

“Heh, I never thought much of it,” he admitted. He suspected it had to do with the willing suspension of disbelief, but he kept himself from saying that. He already had a job to do somewhere else, after all.

“Anyway, yeah, thank you so much for helping me with this…Heh, I’m pretty sure I’ll be back here again! See ya!”

Cat Slime waved an ear, the Repairman waved normally, and they both set off for the universe next door.

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After traveling for quite some time, the group of Denpa-Men decided to take a break to look for food. Once they had been searching for a while, the group came across some kind of large metal box.

“Hey, I know what this is!” The blue Denpa was the first one to speak.
“Sometimes humans carry around food in metal boxes like this. And it smells like something good is in there!” With that, she began to climb into the box, with the other Denpa-Men following close behind.

Cat Slime, meanwhile, was quietly napping in the Repairman’s toolbox, happy in the warmth of the sun.

He was lying on a pile, in which one could see some duct tape, a subwoofer, and a book on sailing among other things. Next to him was a fresh apple pie that was twice his size. All he wanted to do was nap until the pie was cool enough to eat.

He let out a long, soft squeak every time he breathed out, and was having pleasant dreams of being a stereotypical Egyptian god.

@pxlkadothearts

“Oh, its alright! I think he’s cute enough to get away with that sorta thing!”

She gave the cat slime’s cheek a lil scritchy scratch, then gave his head a small pat before taking her hand back.

“You said he wanted an autograph, right? I’d be more than happy to give him one!”

Cat Slime trilled happily as he was scratched, happily rubbing his cheek on Minnie’s hand.

“I mean, I guess,” the Repairman admitted, continuing to stroke his pet’s head once Minnie’s hand wasn’t there. “I just…don’t want anything to happen to him because of stuff like this…“

Cat Slime, meanwhile, gasped in elation as Minnie offered her autograph. Quickly, he flipped his notepad, holding it in his mouth. He extended an ear to hand the pen over.

“…For now, though, yeah, it’s probably fine,” the Repairman conceded.

askthefwrp reblogged/liked for an Edith Up roleplay

Edtih Up halted at the sound of the voice. It was somewhat close, but where did it come from?

While being extra careful with the fairy’s fruits as she was
holding, she started to look below. Just then, she saw a blobby looking
character, and it was holding out a fruit. Not to mention, that fruit
looked familiar.

Only about a second, Edith realized that this fruit was one of HER fruits. Oh dear.

“Ohh!

atThay’say inemay! oldHay onyay!

(Ohh! That’s mine! Hold on!)“ the gourmand fairy called back, and then
flew down, but carefully as possible since she still have her fruits in
her arms, and the icy floor.

As Edith got there, she awkwardly giggled, “Yeahyay, Iyay ouldway
ikelay otay avehay ityay ackbay easeplay. (Yeah, I would like to have it
back please.)”

“Oh!…hay.”

The Repairman didn’t realize that this place spoke Pig Latin.

“…Orry…say…I-yay…neednay ootay getyay oostay ootay…er, isthay…language-bay” (mangled version of “Sorry, I need to get used to this language…”)

He handed the fruit over. That would probably work better than trying to explain himself at this point.

“…Ankthay…ooyay…orfay…thatway…” (Thank you for that.)

He gestured towards the knocked-out Darktoon.

“At-thay…? …Omminkay…hearsay?” (That common here?)

“Meta-ish? I don’t even know what that means. But if it’ll make you
leave me alone… I’ll try to remember.” Galanthus closed his eyes and
though about if he had hears or seen anything before the repairman
traipsed near his flower and woke him up. “Now that you mention it, I
remember someone else talking about a wall while I was dozing. That good
enough for you?”

“…Thank you,” the Repairman said, after briefly rolling his eyes. Sheesh. The fairy was a charming lil’ guy, wasn’t he?

“…Yeah, that would do it,” he finally said. Then, his eyes widened. “Wait, were they talking about building around here, or just about the Fourth Wall?”

He didn’t want a repeat of the cement misadventures, so he slapped a piece of tape over the new crack in the Wall. His face grew very serious as it moved closer to the fairy. In spite of himself, he was concerned for the guy.

“…Look, I don’t know why, but I know your snowdrop means a lot to you. If people are building around here, that could be a worse problem than me.”