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“I baked cookies. Want some?”

“Hmm?”

The Repairman turned around to see a rather small (not Tiny™) Toon smiling at him. He just had to smile in return.

“Oh, hi there!”

He would have been happy to take the cookies, but he was still holding up some planks that needed to be nailed to the Wall. At least he could still talk; one of the advantages of not having a mouth was that you could hold nails where it was supposed to be and still carry a conversation.

“Sure, just gimme a minute to get this set up!”

The inkblot started hammering away, but seemed to slow down for a moment.

“Actually, I don’t think we’ve met…What’s your name?”

“Hey, you see Link anywhere? You know, green hat, blonde, spiritually prone to heroism…”

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“Poe guy. It’s me. I’m Link. Don’t ask me how but I woke up looking like this and we can’t change back. I don’t think you have any answers do you?”

“...Oh!”

The Repairman believed this pretty easily. Not only was it a common thing in Toontown and related universes, but Link thought he was a Poe. The shopkeep thought he was a choo choo or something.

“All right, do you remember anything before this happened…?”

He racked his brains, trying to recollect the common ways something like this happened. If he could find the cause, the remedy should be easier. Stood to reason…

Songbird perked up as the repairman
emerged from another drawer; she had thought her chance at escape had
been lost. With renewed hope she watched the blob’s movements. How had
he gotten out of the drawer and into another? She watched him board up
the door and hummed softly to herself, waiting. She was curious and
wanted to ask questions, but now certainly wasn’t the time.

Sure
the door was barricaded, Songbird gave a sharp chirp as a way of saying
‘I’m still here, don’t forget about me!’ quickly. She wasn’t sure what
the blob was going to do now, but she hoped this time it would get her
out for good.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.”

The Repairman squinted, trying very carefully to pick the lock manually. Several boings, twangs, and clicks were heard, but judging by the inkblot’s expression, not a lot of progress was being made.

“Oy,” he groaned out of frustration. “This is a good lock.”

“Either that,” he did not add out loud, “or I’m just bad at picking locks.”

He reached into his hammerspace and pulled out a small box labeled “ACME Automatic Lock Remover”. He reached into it and began to read the instruction booklet aloud.

“…Thank you for buying…quality assurance…not liable for damages…Ah! ‘Using the Lock Remover’! Step one: place Remover on or next to lock.”

He pulled the Remover out of the box. It was a narrow, bright-red cylinder, with ACME proudly stamped on it with black ink. A long string came out of the top of it. After a bit of fiddling, the Repairman managed to stick the bottom of the device into the keyhole.

“Step two: light fuse to begin activation process…Um, okay…”

He pulled out a lighter and flicked it a few times, before finally lighting the far end of the string. Slowly, the flame climbed up the fuse.

“If you hear a prominent hissing noise, it’s working correctly…All right…Step three…take cover…”

askthefwrp reblogged/liked for an Edith Up roleplay

While the Repairman was stranded,
Edith Up made it to Frosty Delights, the icy landscape of the Gourmand
Land. Everything seemed to just peachy, but just then, one of her fruits
dropped from her arms. Because her arms carried a lot of exotic fruits,
it was hard to tell that one of them fell out, falling down to this one
icy ground where the fourth wall repairer was located.

Will Edith Up noticed that one of her fruits was missing?

The Repairman backed away from the ice and the strange monster in it. There seemed to be more cracks than water in the cube now.

Suddenly, the ice shattered, and the creature jumped out, looking this way and that, breathing heavily, and generally looking a few moments away from attacking everything in its sight.

Lucky for it, a blob of ink wasn’t too far away. The creature screamed, running towards the Repairman…

…Until something fell from the sky and hit the thing’s head with a clunk! It fell over, out cold.

The Repairman blinked, looking at the strange fruit as it rolled towards him. It was pretty large and bright pink, and it looked like it had the skin of a cantaloupe. No wonder it took out that monster.

But where did it come from…?

The inkblot looked up to see a fairy flying. It looked like she was carrying a lot of…well, the Repairman could only guess more fruit.

“Hey, thanks!” he called out, carefully picking up the fruit. “Do you need this back?”

The child nodded, and opened the door so the Repairman could enter.
As she turned back to follow him inside, she asked, “Friend?”

In
the living room, Bonk was sitting on the couch next to a strange
white-haired girl. As soon as she saw the Repairman, however, she shot
up in her seat. “Yo, Ink Dude!” she called out, and motioned for him to
follow her. “Bonkakira thought she saw something breaking over here. She
can show you where it is.”

Once Bonk had pulled the Repairman
aside, she started whispering to him. “Ink Dude! Have you seen Bowyetta
anywhere? She’s been missing for days!”

“…Friend,” the Repairman confirmed, giving the child a quick smile.

Apparently, Bowyetta’s daughter wasn’t the only new addition. There was also what looked like a pastel-colored woman next to Bonkakira. Was she one of those newer gem girls he’d seen every once in a while…?

He’d get to know her later. He had a couple of pressing matters already.

Giving the strange woman a wave, he followed Bonk, not mentioning that he knew where it was already. It was pretty obvious she wanted to talk to him.

The Repairman took a quick glance at his cart, but quickly turned back, noticeably uneasy. Wringing his hands, he replied “…I can’t say I have…”

He sighed.

“So,” he asked, in an exaggerated voice, “who’s that mini-bow, and how’s she doing?”

“…. My what place, it’s just that I got a call from a civilian that
a Daemon was in her apartment. So … wait why can you talk? most
daemons can’t even comprehend human languages?“ He squinted and changed
his aim to a non vital spot and would fire if the guy took too long to
respond because from his point of view he was the enemy right now and he
was burglarizing some lady’s house.

“…Daemon…?” he echoed. That was a new one. He wouldn’t question it though; not with the gun still pointed at him. Even if, as a Toon, he wouldn’t die, it would still smart. “N-no, I’m just a blob of ink.”

He backed up, a little offended at the notion he shouldn’t be able to talk.

“Hey,” he said, “just because I’m a ‘30s Toon, that doesn’t mean I don’t know my languages! Why can I talk? I was written to understand English–” He took a moment to slap a piece of tape on that tiny break in the Wall “–and I picked up on a few other languages the same way anyone else would!”

He suddenly remembered his place in this situation, and put his hands back up.

“…Anyway, I should be out in a minute or two. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother anyone, but I simply have to fix the Wall.”

He started sweating. He figured he wouldn’t be left alone in this apartment, but he hoped at least he’d be allowed to leave in peace.

Shinko giggled, “Aww! Of course you can have my autograph!” Although
she couldn’t recall if she had ever written in cursive before, she still
managed to sign the notepad before giving the items back to Cat
Slime. “Here you go! And, actually… would it be okay if I took a picture
with you?”

Crystal shook her head, smiling at seeing how Shinko was enjoying
herself. “Mostly getting acclimated. Still need to show Shinko a few
places before I set her loose on exploring. I’ve been mostly keeping
busy working at the police station. But since we’re in a small town,
that means it mostly involves watching out for certain people if they
get into trouble…” she replied, glancing back at Belial, who narrowed
their eyes in return.

Cat Slime clutched the notepad tightly with his ear-like nubs, squeaking gleefully. He gasped as Shinko asked for a picture with him, and his green eyes took on a definite star shape as he nodded enthusiastically, squeaking for the Repairman to get a camera.

The Repairman, it turned out, was one step ahead of his pet, and was busy setting up an old-looking camera on a tripod.

“All right,” he said, twisting a dial, “you have ten seconds before it takes a picture. And…” (pushing a button after a moment’s thought) “you should get ten photos from this, so do a bunch of poses!“

He noticed the tension between Crystal and Belial, and hoped he could do something to at least distract one of them for a moment. Besides, he needed something.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any meringue, would you?” he quietly asked Belial. “I kinda promised Cat Slime over there some…”

Click. Photo #1 was taken, and was whirring out into a handy little tray. The timer began ticking for another ten seconds.

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Link suddenly jolted to his feet and picked up a few utensils from
the kitchen counter before returning to his seat. He looked down to the
fork, knife, and spoon in his hand before putting two and two together.

“You… Want me to eat, too? Everything they cooked?”

//Ye//

“I mean… Okay, I guess.”

Mostly
curious about the mystery dish he helped prepare, he used his fork to
dig in. Though he was surprised to feel it against his fork. Actually,
it was kind of fun. It sprang back under pressure and wobbled against
any movement. Once Repairman split it in half, the gold colored yolk of
the egg white cloud spilled onto the plate and began to pool on the
surface. Though, judging by the texture and consistency, it wasn’t just
yolk in there. That’s when he picked up the first bite. The whites
absorbed a bit of yolk like a sponge, and once the food touched his
tongue there was a burst of flavor.

“…
It melts in your mouth, but the taste still hangs around in your mouth
afterwards. It’s like… How would I explain it to you guys?” Link glanced
up to the ghosts, trying to think of a way to explain all he could
taste to people who lost that sense some time ago. “The yolk part is
really creamy and cheesy. Honestly, a little goes a long way. But the
whites are super fluffy and collapses in your tongue. It’s not as strong
as the sauce inside, but it’s got all the flavor from the herbs,
vegetables, and mushrooms from earlier and that’s still enough to keep
it going. Not a bite is bland or out of place. Weird, it’s definitely
nothing like anything I’ve ever had in my life, but…”

“In
a strange way, it’s still a lot of fun to eat. I was kinda scared it
would be something pretentious like at the castle judging by the books
that weirdo ends up falling asleep with. But it feels like home cooking
still even with all the changes and such. If I had to put it simply,
it’s like eating eggs the way Misses makes it in the morning, but
there’s just so much more going on in your mouth in both texture and
flavor that you can’t help but keep eating. And even when you keep
eating it doesn’t make you feel bloated like a lot of the food you get
in Hyrule castle. Sorry, I’m probably not doing the best job of this,
but it’s delicious, and I could eat this all day.”

Link set down his fork and let the Repairman continue eating the meal that was given to him.

“Anyways, I’m ready to chow down on whatever Twilight and Bowyetta made. It smells amazing in here and I’m drooling!”

“Yes! Youwillbeneedingofforksandknivesand-” Bowyetta suddenly shook several pieces of silverware out of her hair handing them over to Mr. Sir and Link. “Youmustbetryingofthis-”

Vinny, however, looked concerned by Bowyetta’s behavior. “Bowyetta, maybe you should eat something too… You’re not acting like yourself…”

“NonoBowyettaisnotbeingableto-”

It was then that Bowyetta suddenly coughed up quite a bit of smoke. Her face turned dark blue once she realized what had happened. This only happened when her internal fire started to get low…

“Now that Bowyetta is thinking about it, maybe she should be having of some. But, she will be waiting until sirs are finished first.”

The Repairman, being rather self-conscious about his blobby form, refrained from making a mouth for himself, instead opting to “absorb” the food where his mouth would be.

He made it a point to keep his plate away from the table. You never knew…

In any case, the Repairman and Cat Slime both smiled as they ate their share of the egg…thing (Cat Slime more so). It was melt-in-your-mouth, and quite flavorful!

They both tried dipping a bit into some queso, which the inkblot definitely enjoyed. Cat Slime, however, felt his cheeks turn red as the sound of a steaming kettle could be heard. He made a mad dash for the toolbox, where he proceeded to drink some water out of a seltzer bottle for a minute. The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this.

The two were about to start on the omurice when Bowyetta coughed up smoke.

“…Are you okay, Bowyetta? You need to…?”

Cat Slime, however, wasted no time in rushing back to the toolbox and pulling out a large cookie jar. One with a variety of locks and chains on it. He handed it to the Repairman.

“Gotta make sure he doesn’t eat all of them at once,” the Repairman explained, his hands becoming a blur as he opened the jar. “Anyway, uh, here.”

“Eeek!” Suddenly, Bowyetta felt herself pulled backward by…
something. As she landed in front of the Repairman with a CLUNK, she
looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. “Bowyetta would never be
hurting of anyone! You were already knowing of this, Mr. Sir!”

The
shadow, however, sat up and continued. “Is being all Bowyetta has
wanted, Mr. Sir. Ever since Bowyetta has been created, she has been
wanting for people to be accepting of her. But… To be certain… Bowyetta
has been thinking lately that no one has really been accepting of her.
She was thinking that to be truly accepted, she must being like others.”

“W-Well…
is being true… Bowyetta… Is wanting to be accepted, but…” Suddenly,
Bowyetta rolled over and started sobbing. “Is not being right. Bowyetta
would never being doing of this. Bowyetta is really being a monster
after all…”

The Repairman said nothing, moving over to his tool cart and dragging it over to the sobbing Bowyer.

He dug for a moment, before finding a large yellow sponge. He was silently grateful that he still had his diving suit on as he began to wipe pieces of liquid metal off of her.

“Hey,” he said, softly, “you know Smithy’s not the only one who can accept ya, right? I mean, our friends do, and I do. Stop calling yourself a monster.”

He kept cleaning Bowyetta as he briefly looked at his blue toolbox. He’d definitely be making a call in a moment.

“…Your housemates are worried about you, you know that? And when I heard you were missing, I was worried, too…”

He continued to wipe liquid metal off Bowyetta, occasionally looking up to make sure that imposter wasn’t trying anything.

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He just stared at the other thing not sure if he should, shoot it or ask
it what it was. He flicked the safety off his gun and aimed at the
thing hoping for the latter to occur.

The Repairman, meanwhile, was humming tunelessly, looking for a hex key to put the finishing touches on a Fourth Wall patch. Suddenly, he heard a click.

Painted white eyes turned, and immediately widened when they saw a gun pointed at the inkblot. He reached for the sky and looked up at the other.

“…Aha,” he said, nervously. “…Is this…your place?”