Bowyetta squeezed the saw’s handle as hard as she could. The sound of
it buzzing to life nearly made her drop it, and the snipping blade was a
little scary… This could’ve been someone she knew!

Bowyetta didn’t have much time to explain. “C-Center! We must be attacking her arms!” She swung at another arm that was about to hit them.

The
more damage Bowyetta did to the shadow, the more it also seemed to lose
it’s shape, and the easier it got to swim through the liquid metal. “S-stop doing that! Before I… Crush you both!” The shadow began to form another arm, however, this one looked half melted, and nearly fell apart as she swung it.

“What do you mean her ar–OH!”

He nodded, swinging at another arm. This one did fall off…right onto his head.

“Oof!”

He expected that to smart a lot more than it did. As it was, the metal bounced off him with no more pain than if he hit his head on a table.

Well then.

He rubbed his head and took a look to see if he could figure out which arms of the shadow’s were left.

“Mr. Sir? Is being okay if Bowyetta is staying with you for a while?” Bowyetta’s hair was a mess, and she was… Oddly shaking a lot. “Bowyetta knows not what to be doing with herself right now.”

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[[So, I was told this is because of the current @alinkbetweenportraits M!A.]]

“…Define ‘staying’,” the Repairman remarked, looking uncertainly at his tool cart. He didn’t exactly have a home universe, let alone a home to stay at.

He looked back at Bowyetta, clearly worried just by proxy. On top of the fact she was quite shaken.

“…What the hrdfl happened?” he asked, rushing over to her side.

Her explanation was mostly just a jumble of confused words, and she sounded as though she were on the verge of a breakdown. “Well something is having happened to one of Bowyetta’s friends and Bowyetta is having of a child now and she is just needing to be thinking about her life…” She eyed his tool cart oddly. “Can Bowyetta maybe be hiding in there for the next few days or maybe week?”

“Wait–what happened to who–child?!”

The Repairman blinked.

“…Um…okay,” he finally said, opening the blue toolbox. “Just watch out for Cat Slime when you go down there.“

He was planning on going to the Void anyway; he’d see what this was about, hopefully.

‘Holy hell,’ was the only thought running through her head. She had
never whipped up a concoction this energizing. Then, she noticed the
tool cart.

“ONONOWAIT!” She spread herself over the open space
and grinned sheepishly. “I mean, I’ve wanted a skylight for a while.
This place needs a little light, don’t you think?” Angie gave a
lighthearted chuckle.

The Repairman jumped back about a yard at Angie’s panicked shout. As she explained herself, he nodded vigorously.

“Isee-see-see,” he said, digging into his toolbox. “Icouldstillhelpinstall-stall-stallingit!”

His eyes brightened as he pulled out a bag of nails, a glass pane, and some wood.“Youllneedframesglassandsomethingtosupport-port-portitallandframesandglassandframesandnailsandframes…”He continued, rattling off his list as he randomly pulled out more of the same three items. Rapidly, they began to pile up. The inkblot seemed totally oblivious to everything other than getting more supplies.

Lousy Play

“Great! Now you can just choose the microgames one by o-” Penny was
cut off by her own yawn. Oh, yeah. It was late and she was going to go
back home to sleep.

But as much as she trusted Repy, she couldn’t leave him in the building alone.

She’d have to stay there as long as he was there. Even if it meant staying up all night.

Luckily, there was a coffee machine nearby. Penny hated coffee, but if it meant it would keep her awake, she’d take it.

“I’m gonna go make some coffee.” Penny said, making her way to the coffee machine.

The Repairman nodded, looking at the menu. He was getting odd vibes from some of the portraits depicted. The strongest ones, however, game from that image of a kid in some kind of…future construction helmet.

He looked back, seeing a fatigued Penny occupied with a coffee maker. Poor girl. He was probably making her stay up way too late.

After a moment of thought, he ducked behind the machine. And walked onto the screen. Maybe she wouldn’t notice, and thought he left. At least, that’s what he hoped as he began to act in each microgame.

“Um, Mr. Sir!” Bowyetta tried to call out over the noise. “Bowyetta knows not how to be using of- EEK!”

Bowyetta
suddenly found herself pushed halfway down the shadow’s body. She tried
to clamber back up its head, but she wasn’t exactly the best swimmer,
and with Shadow swatting at her it didn’t make things easier…

Without thinking, she slashed at the arm that was swinging at her.

“Oww!”
The arm suddenly retreated back into Shadow’s body. Somehow, she also
seemed to… lose her shape slightly. Bowyetta now found it easier to move
through the metallic substance, and took her place back on her head.

“Mr. Sir! Bowyetta is thinking she is knowing what we must do now!”

“There’s a trigger in the handle! Squeeze it!”

He was having troubles of his own, dangling off a half-severed arm by his pick, trying to swat away other incoming arms. He didn’t even notice that his weight was dragging the pick deeper into the shoulder, until finally it tore through.

The stunned inkblot’s eyes widened as he fell back into the liquid mass, the pick falling to the ground with a clatter.

He emerged next to Bowyetta again.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, clearly a little dazed. “What is it?”

Curiosity Killed the Blot

“That sounds.. pretty strange.. I don’t really understand, but I don’t need to know,” he replied to the ink blot.

To him, this was the real world, not a video game. And anything he
heard of about if it was a video game, he would probably get a bit
annoyed.

Bendy happily took the fan and blew it
at his own face. Enjoying the nice air that was blowing across his face.
It felt nice and countered the heat.

“I enjoy the cold. My heart creates some heat so I won’t freeze. But the heat I can’t counteract,” the demon sighed.

He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “I
have no idea what kind of ink Joey got. All I know is that, it might
fix other toons. But not me. I’m already born and can’t be remade.”

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded. “I’m all liquid, all the time, so I sometimes freeze, myself.”

He looked closer at the pipes coming from the ink tank. He idly wondered where they all came from as he shambled over to the spatter on the floor again.

“Well, maybe– wait, who’s Joey?”

As he asked this, he carefully let a drop of his own ink fall into the same pool to mix with the rest. Something about that ink seemed off, and he was going to find out why.

“Heh. Blob of mystery, I guess,” Crystal noted, amused.

After
taking a few bites of food, Shinko glanced over to see the glue
puddle. “Um, Mr. Repairman…?” she called out, pointing at the glue
puddle.

“…I guess so,” the Repairman chuckled. “Can’t pull off dark or brooding, though. Sorry.”

He turned towards Shinko.

“Hmm…OH!”

He jumped back, tilting the glue bottle right-ways up. The puddle, luckily, was still on the newspaper, but just barely, and the inkblot wasn’t about to take chances. Pulling a mop and bucket from his toolbox (both of which were oddly low-poly), he began to pick up the lost glue.

That is, until the whole thing got stuck to the mop. He picked it up in annoyance, trying to shake it off to no avail. He stopped after a second, looking at the crack in the Wall thoughtfully.

“Hmm…”

(Askthefwrp)

The
cosmic princess shook her head in reassurance; she can understand the
repairer’s response for why he refused her kind offer. “But you did not
offend me at all, dear sir. I can see that this is your responsibility.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have to interfere your work even if I am eager to
help you.”

The Repairman nodded, happy that she understood.

“Yeah…thanks for offering though.”

After finally patching the Wall up, he looked up at the spires on Rosalina’s ship.

“…I gotta say,” he remarked, “you and your Lumas are quite the skilled craftspeople!”

His wandering eyes fell back to the boards he just put up, and he couldn’t help comparing that to the ship. Yeah, the planks would fade to blend in soon enough, but still…

“…you really are,” he said, still in awe, but quieter.

Bowyetta had no idea how she was supposed to work this thing, but she
was at least relieved that she wouldn’t have to use her teeth.
Something told her she could get pretty sick if she swallowed this
stuff…. “Thanking of you muchly, Mr, Sir… Can you be getting the ones on
the left? Bowyetta will be going to the right.”

She said nothing
as she straggled through the shadow’s liquid metal body. She just wanted
this stuff off her as soon as possible, and she didn’t know how to use
this saw… Maybe if she just swung at the arm as hard as she can?

But this only seemed to make the shadow notice what was happening. “How did you get up there?! You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?! Stop that right now!” She sprouted two more arms and attempted to swat the two away.

The Repairman nodded and got to work. Bowyetta was probably stronger than him; she could handle the saw’s pull.

This the inkblot understood. Sometimes to fix something, part of it had to be chipped away. He was getting into a steady rhythm with the pick when he realized…Why wasn’t he hearing any buzzing…?

“Is the saw work–waugh!”

He just barely ducked under the arm that swatted at him. The top of his head seemed flatter as he winced. Of course, it quickly regained its shape.

“…Are you okay over there?” he called out, as he lifted his lower body up to avoid another attack.

Lousy Play

“Oh, that’s easy!” Penny said enthusiastically. “All you have to do
is press “quit” and it’ll lead you into a menu. You can then go into
the “Microgames” section and play them all one-by-one, Repy.”

It had been a while since she had gotten to explain something to
someone. She was so happy to finally get a chance to do that again!

She then realised how silly her nickname for him sounded and
apologised. “Sorry, I’m not good with nicknames. I hope you don’t find
it too stupid.”

A couple of selection sounds later, the Repairman was in the Microgame selection.

“Ah, this is easier. Thanks!”

He turned to look at Penny.

“Hmm…? Oh, didn’t notice. It’s not that dumb a name…”

He turned back to look at how the Microgames section was sorted.