Black, White, and Purple

“Sʇᴉ ʍopɐɥS ǝƃɐnƃuɐl noʎ ʎllᴉS“ Shadow said noting his companion had
trouble with it while still being able to understand it. “ But fine if
you like Light Hylian better it’s okay with me.” He added after the
repairman accepted his invitation to the milk bar.

“Anyway, I’ll
be right over here while you finish patching that hole, then we can head
towards Kakariko Village.” He said as he went and sat on the shadows of
a nearby tree.

“y∀’ ʇɥƃiɹ’” the Repairman nodded. Made sense. “ɥO’ ʞuɐɥʇ you! Yeah, sorry, just more used to talking like this…”

He cleared his throat.

“But, yeah,” he said, after applying a few finishing touches with a small paintbrush, “I think I’m about done here…”

Angie looked around for something or
someone, but the shop was empty. It was just the two of them, and it was
probably for the best.

She was starting to regret her decision
about giving the Repairman The Shotgun. She hadn’t served the drink in
years, and now she knew why.

After several disturbing seconds,
Angie noticed that his giggling fit had ceased. She cautiously stepped
forward. “…Everything alright in there?”

The Repairman didn’t seem to notice as Angie stepped forward. He just sat there, staring at the table in front of him. Then, as she was close…

BLAM!

He shot up like a rocket, creating a new and messy skylight in the cafe. Thankfully for Angie’s shop, he fell down the same way, landing with a splat and quickly reforming. He started bobbing his head back and forth, humming without a tune but with a consistently rapid tempo.

He ran around the shop multiple times in this manner, before finally stopping, apparently noticing the hole he created for the first time. After a silent moment of contemplation, he turned to the coyote.

“Icanfixthatnoproblem!” he exclaimed confidently, before pulling his tool cart out of his hammerspace.

“So uh… I have a lot of questions. Like, where you’re from. And also
about the Fourth Wall. Is it just…everywhere or what…?” Crystal asked,
folding her arms as she watched the Repairman go about his business.

Shinko smiled a bit as she decided to ask Belial for something to eat and drink.

“Where I’m from?”

The Repairman paused for thought.

“…Not sure…I mean, from a pen, yeah, but…huh…”

He shrugged.

“I couldn’t tell ya. As for the Wall…”

He took a moment to look around.

“…I mean…” he began, uncertainly. He didn’t ever really ask questions like that; he just did his job. “…More like it’s…wherever? I think? I dunno…”

As he mused about this, he failed to notice that he was holding the glue bottle upside-down. It soon spilled into a small puddle on the newspaper, and it was growing…

“Umm…” Bowyetta looked around. “Bonkakira is saying we are needing
to, um… be attacking her arm… Are needing of some sharp object, but..,
Can not be reaching into her hair right now…”

Bowyetta’s hair was
now coated in a combination of ink and the strange liquid metal. Judging
by the look on her face, it was the metallic substance making her feel
ill for some reason. And since she couldn’t exactly reach her arrows at
the moment, the only other sharp object she had on her was…

“Um,
M-Mr. Sir…?” Bowyetta’s voice was shaking as she asked. “Are you having
of any hard objects? Bowyetta is needing of something to sharpen her
teeth…”

The Repairman silently pulled out a buzz-saw and a pick-axe. He was more than willing to sever the appropriated parts of this thing.

He was about to clamber town to the nearest limb when he noticed Bowyetta looked…ill. And she expected to chomp on this thing?

“You don’t need to bite the thing,” he said, tossing her the saw. “Here. Now, let’s fix up this…whatever it is…”

WHAT?!

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Send “WHAT!?” for a thread where the muse switches bodies with their mun!

“Repairman! You glorious bastard you come here.”

(Wait you know him!?)

“Well not as personally as you got to know him, but lets just say I’m a huge fan and I’m good friends with someone not too far away.”

(Wait what are you–)

“You are just so cute and sweet I can’t help but hug you! I love you to bits!”

“Huh…? Oh, hi–URK!”

As he was squeezed in a surprisingly tight embrace (apparently adventuring’s good for your muscles), his siren light popped out. Not only that, it seemed to be revolving across the top of the inkblot’s head, and was blinking at infrequent patterns (some shorter, some longer, and apparently a Morse message).

He could only watch in shock as muse casually talked to mun. And something seemed weird about Link…

“…What?” he asked, just as confused as the real person about what Link was talking about.

All these thoughts and worries somehow seemed to melt away as Albie kept showering him with affection. Swelling with Toony pride, he looked up at Link.

“…Aw, thanks!”

He adjusted himself a little.

“But, uh, where’s all this coming from…?”

(Askthefwrp)

“Ahh,” Rosalina placed her hand on the middle of her chest, “I
see.” In all respect, she decided to step back a bit, letting the fourth
wall repairer to finish his job independently.

“Hmm,
I must apologize for asking, dear sir,” she added. “Usually, I am
thrilled to be available for your assistance to make jobs easier, but I
believe I escalated a little, haven’t I?”

“…”

The Repairman finally produced a hammer and some nails, and was about to make the first swing when he stopped. Did he offend her?

“…Look,” he said, looking down. “I didn’t mean to…It’s just…”

He sighed.

“…I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I’m glad you understand, at least, but I didn’t mean to snap like that…”

Inwardly, he was grateful that Rosalina at least asked him first. Some didn’t even have the courtesy to do that.

“Um! Just a moment, Mr. Sir!” Before the shadow could grab the two
again, Bowyetta picked up the Repairman and ran away to hide. “We must
be getting away first!” The shadow tried to look for them again, but
still seemed to have trouble turning around…

Once the two were out
of sight, Bowyetta produced some sort of phone from her hair and
pressed several buttons on it. “Hello? Is being Bonkakira?” she
whispered this time. She didn’t want to risk getting caught. “No no,
Bowyetta cannot be talking very loudly right now. …Well, um… Is being a
giant metal blob with six arms out to kill us… …You are knowing? …You
are wanting Bowyetta to be doing of what?! …Well… If is being what she
must doing… Thanking of you muchly.” She hung up. “Um, Mr. Sir?
Bonkakira says we are supposed to be attacking her arms… But… Is one way
we must be getting up there.”

Bowyetta stepped out as slowly and
carefully as she could and made her way over to the shadow. Just the
thought of doing this made her sick, but… If it was the only way…

Bowyetta
carefully put her hand on the shadow’s body and quickly sank into it.
After a moment, she reappeared on top of her head, motioning for Mr. Sir
to join her. Something about this felt… Wrong to her…

“Ah, okay,” the Repairman nodded, still upside-down. “How do we–oh.”

He was still in the vice when Bowyetta snuck off to however she was supposed to do this. He sighed, and began struggling again. The siren light seemed to stretch and bend a little, and then it snapped and shattered.

Finally, the Repairman was free. As he dug into his hammerspace for a new bulb, he saw that Bowyetta was on top of the monster’s head. How did she…?

Oh.

He quickly screwed on a red bulb that was identical to the last one, and as he dashed for the shadow’s body, he pulled a formless diving suit from behind his back and hastily donned it. As it made a loud zzzzzzip! noise, he entered the liquid metal and swam to the top.

He surfaced right next to Bowyetta, and it was clear he was also uncomfortable with that, though less so.

“…Now what?”

Lousy Play

Penny glanced at the screen. Wow. He really sucked at this.

“Uh,
Fourth Wall Repairman?

That’s kind of a mouthful, is there anything shorter I can call you?”
she asked. “Anyway, you’re supposed to hold down the button in that last
one.”

That was one of her microgames so she should know what
to do. In fact, there were quite a lot of her microgames in that
selection.

“That makes sense,” he nodded. “And call me what you want; not like I have a name anyhow.”

He looked at the top three. He was not even remotely close. At this rate, he would be here all night.

“Oh, wow,” he said, impressed by the scores. He turned back to Penny, somewhat meekly.

“…Can you tell I haven’t really played games that much…?”

He tried again, managing a score of ten this time. Most of those were repeat microgames, too.

He groaned in frustration. He needed to see all these challenges.

“…Is there some way I can look at all these games?” he asked, after getting a mere 9 on his next attempt.

@red-link-of-hyrule ((Blank Mind RP))

“Oh no. No worries.” He giggled. “I’ve never seen you around before. Are you new in town?”

The
blonde leaned forward on the counter a bit. He was definitely a Link
but somehow different. Freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and
nose and his eyes reflected more of an innocence. Not something typical
of a supposed soldier.

“Ah. Sorry. I really shouldn’t pry, should I?”

The Repairman looked up at the Hylian This was probably the first Link who didn’t seem to notice or care that the Toon was a blob of ink, with two ovals for eyes. He decided not to press it. It was odd enough seeing one of the Heroes of Hyrule in a situation as domestic as this.

“Nah,” he shrugged, “it’s fine. And yeah, in a way, I am… I was just passing through and thought I’d stop by.”

He began looking around again. After a moment, he looked at the blue toolbox at the bottom of his cart, as if expecting something any second.

When nothing happened, he leaned closer to the counter and cupped a hand near where his mouth would be.

“You happen to have any…” he whispered, glancing once more at the toolbox before continuing, “…meringue?”

Immediately, the lid of the toolbox popped up, revealing a small cat-shaped slime with grey skin, green eyes, and black stripes. Cat Slime squeaked enthusiastically, running circles around the irritated Repairman.

“Look, behave yourself, will you– this is no way— ergh!”

He sighed, looking at Link again.

“…Sorry ‘bout this,” he said sheepishly. “Just…”

He snatched Cat Slime and held him close to his chest.

“…He really likes the stuff….”

Curiosity Killed the Blot

Bendy snapped his fingers when the other toon shared what and who he was. “I knew it! You got toon written all over you.. But Repair man for the forth wall? What’s that all about?” he asked, scratching his head.

Eyes shut when he felt the fan blow on him. Doing this to
the toon made him like the other. There were no fans or AC in the old
building. “Ah yes.. thank you, blobby,” he purred.

“Spawn point? Oh.. like a game? This is no game you’re
in. You’re in the real world. On Earth. I was brought to this world by
that!” he hissed and pointed to the machine. “I would destroy it
if I could. I’ve used mallets and everything. But nothing will break it.
I don’t want other toons to suffer like I am… You see, my body is
rejected in this world and decomposes. Only to come back since I am
immortal.”

“Heh, yeah…” the Repairman replied, trying to find the right words for his job. “I…um… I fix the boundary between our worlds and the…ugh…’real’ one, I think they call it…?”

As Bendy explained, the inkblot realized that was probably the wrong answer. This was definitely a video game world, yes. But given Bendy’s situation, would he be happy to know that he was written this way, and apparently pretty recently at that?

~~Of course, the Repairman knew he wasn’t like that. He was definitely made in the ‘30s. Yup.~~

“…Sheesh.”

That was all the Repairman could say in response. He handed the fan to Bendy.

“Here. I have more issues with the cold, myself, so…”

He looked at the machine. So Bendy came out of that nozzle, and onto the floor there. Made out of whatever ink that was…

“You think maybe a different kind of ink would help?” the Repairman asked. Maybe the stuff was just poor quality…