“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

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“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

“…No,” the Repairman replied, “I just got here. Though, now that you mention it, it took a bit longer to get here for some reason…”

He thought about it for a moment, but something else just grabbed his attention. He laughed.

“What can an itty-bitty Bonk do–”

He realized what he just said, and his face grew serious again. He began digging for the device again, this time more frantically.

“Took longer to get here? That certainly does sound suspicious…“ Susumu paused for a minute. “You mean, like something, or maybe someone, was trying to keep you out? I don’t know who that could be, but-“

Suddenly Beepsumu came in from the other room, looking frantic. “ShecrawledunderthedoorandIdon’tknowwhereshewentandIdon’tknowwhereBoyettaiseither-”

“Whoa, wait, what is she doing?!”

From the sounds of it, something was up with Bonk. Maybe it had to do with what stopped the Repairman from entering for a time, or what shrunk the whole group.

“Okay, okay,” he said, trying frantically to calm Beepsumu down, “slow down. Take me over there and we can figure this out…”

It took the better part of an hour, the intervention of several
ghostly animals and a shade, and one well placed broomstick, but the
ghosts were able to successfully retrieve Inky’s toolboxes and all the
doo-dads that had been inside.

“Well. That certainly was an experience!” Vio sassed, grinning at the other Heroes who were decidedly less amused.

“Ugh,
I’ll say! I hope I never have to do that again, I’d rather duel with
Byrne without Zelda’s help!” Sparky moaned, flopping over dramatically
on a nearby wall.

“Pssssh,
you had the easy job. At least there were no tutus involved!” Green
squeaked, still blushing furiously from his earlier shenanigans.

“Anyways…”
Vio began, waving a hand at Green to shush his griping “I noticed
you’ve had this… light on top of your head this whole time? What is that
for?”

“Oy…” the Repairman panted, taking off the gorilla mask and setting the sewing machine down, “…What an ordeal…”

He looked up, smiling.

“Thank you so, so much for all this,” he said. “I’m just glad Cat Slime wasn’t in there…”

Cat Slime leaped out of the tin can and into his arms.

“Oh, this?” he asked, pointing at his siren light. “Well…this tells me when there’s a break in the Wall, and where.”

He tried to smile, but his face betrayed his mixed feelings on the thing. Yes, it was helpful for his job, but did it have to get so irritating? It took him decades to learn there was a mute button on the stupid thing!

“And where do I go?”

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“Somewhere you’ll be safe from everything in the studio.I just have to figure out where that could be.”

Alice isn’t sure about this stranger, she can tell that their a toon but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll be safe here. Angry ink creatures could come from anywhere and she’s afraid that they’ll attack the stranger even if they are a toon.

“…Safe from everything…?” the Repairman echoed, confused. He still distrusted that machine, and the weird ink that came out of it, but the place didn’t seem…that bad.

“I appreciate the concern,” he said, “but I also have a job to do here. What kinds of things are you worried about?”

He knew whatever trouble there was, it might be a good idea to finish up around here. At least if he couldn’t get out right away, he wouldn’t have a blinking red siren light revealing his hiding place.

“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

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“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

“No, no,” the Repairman hastily explained, “It had a reverse function…”

He kept digging, trying to find the accursed thing.

“…at least, it does if I didn’t smelt the thing for extra material…”

“Well, whatever! We don’t even know how this happened, and Bonk’s been tearing the place up… Fortunately she’s too small to use her bat and-”

“Wait a minute… You wouldn’t have done this to us. You didn’t happen to… You know, see anything suspicious, did you?”

“…No,” the Repairman replied, “I just got here. Though, now that you mention it, it took a bit longer to get here for some reason…”

He thought about it for a moment, but something else just grabbed his attention. He laughed.

“What can an itty-bitty Bonk do–”

He realized what he just said, and his face grew serious again. He began digging for the device again, this time more frantically.

“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

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“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

“No, no,” the Repairman hastily explained, “It had a reverse function…”

He kept digging, trying to find the accursed thing.

“…at least, it does if I didn’t smelt the thing for extra material…”

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“Okay,” the Repairman finally said, looking at the mind-swapped duo. “I do think I have some things we can try…”

He began wringing his hands. If he had feet, they’d be shuffling awkwardly. He’d never tried anything like this before, but it was a common enough trope that he would at least be able to do something, he hoped.

“…Ready?” he finally asked, his uneasy gaze shifting between the two.

“Is this really gonna work or am I going to have a bruise on my head…seems kinda absurd but at this point I’m willing to try anything.”

“We’ve got no other options, Ravio. I’m desperate to make this end all this.”

“So what, do you have some kinda magic spellor something? Lay it on us.”

“…Uh…yes,” the Repairman replied, carefully. “I do have things that I think are magical, but…let’s see if more mundane, common solutions work, first.”

He took a deep breath. This was all for curing this. Don’t worry…

And with that, he leaped up, grabbed their heads and banged them together. A sound like a cymbal clashing was heard. Quickly, he jumped back. Understandably, they would probably be a little miffed at that.

After a moment to let their pain ease a little bit, he looked at the two.

“…Sorry about that,” he said, truthfully. “It apparently works a lot for this kind of thing. Any luck?”

“What the– OW?? Lorin Almighty I’m gonna have a headache for a week! You could have been a bit gentler blobby chuchu guy!”

He paused, before looking down, seeing the robe and his own flimsy arms.

“I’m me again!! I don’t have to be blond anymore! Sweet gods above it I may have a concussion but it worked!!!”

“ACK–!”

“What is your problem!? This isn’t some kinda… Ah?”

Link looked between his friends before staring at his own hands. He held onto Ravio and began hopping in sheer joy.

“Oh thank the goddesses golden we’re back to normal! I was afraid we were gonna be stuck forever!”

The Repairman smiled, satisfied with a job well done. Still, something in the back of his mind felt…off. Too easy, a voice from there was saying, too easy.

He mentally hushed that voice and turned back to the joyous duo.

“Yeah, I’m glad it worked too…honestly didn’t expect that…”

He coughed after a moment.

“So, uh, you need ice or that weird fruit or…?”

Bowyetta nearly dropped the tray she was carrying when she caught
sight of what was happening. “M-Mr. Sir! You have not told Bowyetta you
were being injured! Do not be getting up!” She put the tray on her desk,
then reached down to pick up Mr. Sir’s hat and the strange pink piece
of paper, before quickly handing them over. “Please to be giving a
moment to Bowyetta,” she saidd before entering her small bathroom.

She
returned with a roll of some sort of bandage like material. “Please to
be holding still, Mr. Sir,” the bow creature instructed, and she wrapped
the material around his seemingly-busted light, before planting a quick
kiss on it to make it feel better.

Once that was done, she
picked up the tray once more. “Bowyetta is hoping you will much be
liking of this, Mr, Sir!” The tray contained two bowls, each one filled
with noodles, some sort of broth, and a sliced boiled egg, along with
two cups filled with some sort of fizzy drink, one blue and one yellow.
she handed Mr. Sir a bowl and the blue cup, before sitting down on her
bed with the rest.

She ate in silence for a moment, before looking
at him with a very serious face. “Who is having hurt you, Mr. Sir? It
is being Yaridovich? Bowyetta will be beating him up for you if you are
liking.”

“But I’m not–”

He sighed. Oh, well. It was better than her knowing. He sat still as she bandaged his “injury”.

“…Thank you,” he muttered, sheepishly.

With that, he began to eat the boiled egg, trying to ignore his current predicament.

He looked back at Bowyetta, inwardly hoping she wouldn’t press it. He was in no condition to think of a suitable lie.

“…No, Yaridovich didn’t attack me…” he said, truthfully.

As Shinko got to work on doing various poses with Cat Slime, Belial, glanced down at the ink blot.

“I
don’t usually hold baked goods here. If you’re done working in my cafe,
your best bet would be to head to the new bakery a block down,” the
demon woman replied.

“I’m not busy, so I can take you and
Shinko over there if you’d like. I need to head over there anyways.
Shinko’s been craving cookies for a while. I dunno if it’s a Toon thing,
but she absolutely loves the bakery,” Crystal added.

“Heh, well, I don’t know if it’s just a Toon thing,” the Repairman chuckled, “but yeah, after they’re done taking pictures, I’d like that, thanks!”

He noticed that five of the ten pictures were out.

“Speaking of pictures…”

Click. Picture #6 had an indecipherable ink smudge in front of it. 7 and 8 had the Repairman trying to get his bearings with Shinko and Cat Slime, and he finally got a decent cohesive pose in the final two pictures.

“Heh, sorry,” he said, after it was all done. “I just had to…”

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“Okay,” the Repairman finally said, looking at the mind-swapped duo. “I do think I have some things we can try…”

He began wringing his hands. If he had feet, they’d be shuffling awkwardly. He’d never tried anything like this before, but it was a common enough trope that he would at least be able to do something, he hoped.

“…Ready?” he finally asked, his uneasy gaze shifting between the two.

“Is this really gonna work or am I going to have a bruise on my head…seems kinda absurd but at this point I’m willing to try anything.”

“We’ve got no other options, Ravio. I’m desperate to make this end all this.”

“So what, do you have some kinda magic spellor something? Lay it on us.”

“…Uh…yes,” the Repairman replied, carefully. “I do have things that I think are magical, but…let’s see if more mundane, common solutions work, first.”

He took a deep breath. This was all for curing this. Don’t worry…

And with that, he leaped up, grabbed their heads and banged them together. A sound like a cymbal clashing was heard. Quickly, he jumped back. Understandably, they would probably be a little miffed at that.

After a moment to let their pain ease a little bit, he looked at the two.

“…Sorry about that,” he said, truthfully. “It apparently works a lot for this kind of thing. Any luck?”

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“Okay,” the Repairman finally said, looking at the mind-swapped duo. “I do think I have some things we can try…”

He began wringing his hands. If he had feet, they’d be shuffling awkwardly. He’d never tried anything like this before, but it was a common enough trope that he would at least be able to do something, he hoped.

“…Ready?” he finally asked, his uneasy gaze shifting between the two.