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She shrugged, smirking to herself. “Whatever floats your boat.”

After
mixing everything together, the final touches were added. Angie topped
the shotgun elixir with whipped cream and drizzle of chocolate. Once
everything was set, she put a plastic top on, grabbed a straw, and
headed over to the repairman’s table.

“Thank you,” he nodded, taking the cup gratefully. He took a moment to stare at his drink. Why was it called “the Shotgun”…? He shrugged, and the straw bulged as he managed to suck up the whole thing in one gulp.

The veins seemed to fade from his eyes, which regained their normal blank whiteness. He sighed in relief.

And jolted upright. His eyes seemed…just a little bit too wide. He leaned forward to steady himself on the table as he started to shake uncontrollably. Occasionally he twitched, with an odd clicking noise.

Wait, were flashes of color appearing in his eyes…?

“Now remember to take your ti-” she stopped mid-sentence as he gulped down the entire drink in one go. Her jaw was still hanging like a wooden dummy. “Did you jus- you weren’t suppose-”

She flinched as the Repairman jolted up. “Now, just relax-”

Too late. He looked as if he’d had too many. This had never happened before. “Okay, um. Explain to me what you’re seeing!”

He was shaking even more rapidly now. He tried to maintain eye contact with Angie, but that was hard to do when there were apparently more flashing colors than a rave in the Problem Solverz universe. On top of that, he found himself unable to blink.

“I see-see-see-see LOUD!” the Repairman managed to say, before falling into a giggling fit. “Y-Y-Y-YES! A-HA-HA!”

His siren light popped out, but instead of being its normal blinking red light, it was a rapidly-moving barber pole, with colors constantly shifting. His shaking became worse still, and he was visibly sweating as ink droplets were flung every which way.

“Nnnnnnnn….”

And then he fell silent, as his vibrations seemed to slow a little. He was still seeing more color, but…was it calming a little…?

Lousy Play

wariowareweirdos:

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wariowareweirdos:

askthefwrp:

Penny had been working late. 18-Volt’s
work computer had broken and he needed to finish his games, so she had
agreed to fix it. But this was hard work. How the heck does someone
manage to get bubblegum inside a computer?!

She noticed how late it was, so she decided to finish for the day and get some sleep.

Then she heard some music playing.

Someone was here. She immediately ran towards the testing room and noticed the strange ink-looking guy at the end of the room.

“Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here?” she asked.

The Repairman jumped about three feet off the ground as someone called out to him. He nearly dropped the controller as he did so.

He turned around to find a girl looking at him in alarm. He started to sweat, unable to think of a lie that could get him out of this without making his job harder. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he explained. “I…wasn’t sure if I should count your games here, and was trying to figure it out…”

He glanced back to see the GAME OVER.

“…Keyword being try. And, uh, who are you?”

Penny examined the room. It didn’t look like he was doing anything too bad, so she decided to let it slide, but remained slightly suspicious.

“I’m Penny. Penny Crygor.” she introduced herself. “In case it wasn’t obvious, I work here.”

She looked around, checking to see if there was anything missing. It looked perfectly fine.

“You’re lucky my boss isn’t here or he’d be pretty mad at you.”

“Oh, yeah,” the Repairman nodded, embarrassed. “Pretty lucky that you didn’t kick me out right away, aren’t I?”

Was he really becoming so careless that any middle-schooler could catch him?

“…Yeah, sorry ‘bout all this,” he said, “but I gotta figure out if any of these games break the Fourth Wall.”

…And then decide whether a Fourth Wall break in a piece of fiction within the fictional world actually counted. Gah. He got a headache just THINKING about thinking about that.

Penny wanted desperately to say ‘Literally or figuratively’ considering what some of their games were like, but she saw how confused the Fourth Wall Repairman looked so she decided not to.

“Wow, that sounds… uh… complicated.” she said. “Well, you don’t seem to be doing anything bad, so let’s keep this between us, okay?”

“Yeah, it is,” he admitted. It was especially hard when you were kinda bad at the games you’re supposed to be inspecting.

“Well, thanks. And sorry for all this.”

He turned back to the game, knowing that there were probably more than the four microgames he blundered through. Maybe he’d be able to get to more.

Well, this time he managed to retain two lives before…

“SPEED UP?! What? No! Augh!”

…and Game Over.

Well, at least he saw a FEW more microgames that time…

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“Oof!”

He looked at Bowyetta once the birds flew away.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are YOU oka–uh oh.”

For
some reason, he had trouble escaping the shadow’s grip, despite a fluid
body. He struggled and grunted, but it was clear it wasn’t happening.

“Magical glow orb….?”

Good thing a Wall break appeared elsewhere. This was one of the few times he found the stupid light helpful.

He
pulled a rather large vice from behind his back and put it over his
head with surprising ease. Carefully, he put it over the bulb, and made
it just tight enough to hold on to it.

“HEY, MONSTER!” he called out. “PUT US DOWN GENTLY OR THE MAGIC ORB GETS IT!”

It wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he had spare bulbs. He just hoped Bowyetta could guess that.

“W-what?! No! You WOULDN’T!“

Even Bowyetta was shocked by this. She tried to get free of the Shadow’s grasp, but it was surprisingly hard to move through the liquid metal. “M-Mr. Sir! You must not be doing that! You will being quite injured!”

The shadow seemed very unsure about what to do. She wanted them BOTH. That light would look awfully pretty on her head… But, she was in need of a new pair of legs… Maybe she could wash them off?

“ENOUGH!!” Eventually the shadow just… Sort of let go. “If I can’t have your bodies, then… Neither can YOU! I’ll crush you here and now!”

Bowyetta clunked to the ground, and rushed to help Mr. Sir. “M-Mr. Sir! What we are to be doing?!”

“Try me,” the Repairman said, smugly. Finally, some decent results. Though he’d have to explain to Bowyetta that he’d be fine either way later.

Of course, when the shadow let go, THAT’S when the vice decided to be as heavy as it looked. He flipped over, falling head-first to the ground with a CLANG!

After (for want of a better phrase) his ears stopped ringing, he found the lever for the vice to be just out of reach. He was as helpless as a turtle on its back.

Bowyetta still came to him for advice, and he was running dry. This was fairly new to him, and nothing seemed to work for long. He needed someone who has seen it all, and survived it…

“…I…don’t know,” he grunted, trying to push himself out. “Maybe we should call Bonkakira…”

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red-link-of-hyrule:

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red-link-of-hyrule:

He really ought to repair that shelf…

At least, that’s what he caught himself thinking as he moved the new shipment of flour to rest on the nearby wall. The poor thing had definitely seen better days, hardly able to support the large sacks of raw sugar and ceramic cookie jar resting atop it. It wasn’t in the best of shape when he bought the place a few years back either but he’d be procrastinating on it for as long as he could remember.

However, the bakery wasn’t busy today. Perhaps it was time to give the shelf the care it deserved. He grabbed the nearest step stool and climbed up to figure out the problem.

It was at that moment that the bell signaling of an entering customer rang.

“Oh! Sorry!” He turned around from what he was doing. “Welcome! I’ll be with you in just a minute!”

The Fourth Wall Repairman knew his next job was a small one (comparatively, at least), so as he was passing through Hyrule, he didn’t see the harm in looking around a bit first. Maybe he’d actually learn to read some Hylian.

…so that means “Bakery…” he thought as he smelled the goods from just outside. It actually smelled pretty good. Maybe he’d step in, now that he’d learned his lesson from that bunny guy and carried some Rupees…

He carefully maneuvered his tool cart into the bakery. Wow, all this stuff looked good! He’d have to remember to get his pet Cat Slime something, too. He just hoped there was no “three hundered Rupees for a single cupcake” nonsense.

“Oh, take your time!” he called back cheerfully. “Need a bit to look anyway!”

Wait, that voice sounded oddly familiar…

“Oh wonderful! Take all the time you need!” He cheered back over his shoulder.

They sounded like a new customer for sure, rather than a regular. That was always a nice change of pace. One of the most rewarding parts of his job was turning a fresh face into a regular. It meant he was doing something right.

The shelf was flimsy, supports splitting from their place in the wall. It wouldn’t be long before they gave out if he wasn’t careful. Even the board of it had warped and distorted just slightly with weight. Part of him wanted to take everything down diligently, much like Blue might. However, he had a customer behind him. Perhaps in need of guidence? It was horribly rude to keep them waiting. Distasteful manners.

‘Oh, well…I’m sure it can wait a few minutes. It’s been supporting this stuff for years now.’ He thought to himself as he gingerly stepped down from the stool in the hopes of meeting the new face in town.

“Hello! Sorry about that. How can I help you?” He beamed.

The Repairman thought he heard creaking and snapping from somewhere behind the counter.

Hey, he knew that face! It was one of those Links! Wait, wasn’t he a ghost the last time they met? Boy, these timelines…

He shook himself out of that. Wouldn’t want to keep HIM waiting. Besides, he still had a Wall to fix a few worlds over.

“Um, hi,” the inkblot said, looking at Link with slight concern. “Am I interrupting anything…?”

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“Huh…”

He hadn’t really thought of Shinko to be the type to need guardians. Well, she was a kid again, but still...

As he kept digging for some kind of glue (where was it?), he shook himself out of that thought and smiled.

“Aw, that sounds pretty nice!”

Finally, he pulled out a large bottle of mucilage and turned back to the group.

“Here it i…oh,” he said, before shifting gears. “Heh, sorry.”

The Repairman gestured vaguely around where Crystal had been.

“Yeah, they’re over around there,” he said. Realizing what he just heard, he looked at Crystal quizzically.

“…Wait, you don’t see it?” he asked. “…Maybe give it a second…?”

“They’re not Toons,” Shinko explained with a sheepish grin and a shrug. “But, uh, Mr. Repairman…. do you need us to get out of your way while you work? I’ve never actually watched you patch up the Fourth Wall before, I don’t think.”

Crystal looked slightly confused as she glanced back at Belial.

“Do you have any idea what he’s talking about, Belial?” Crystal asked the demon woman.

“I don’t really care. So long as he doesn’t make a mess of my cafe, he can do what he wants,” the masked demon replied irritably as she turned her backs to them, her wings more or less obscuring herself as she continued to work.

“Hmm?”

The Repairman pretty much thought of EVERYONE he met as a Toon of some kind, even if they weren’t very…well, traditionally TOONY at times. Maybe that’s all Shinko meant. It would make sense that some more down-to-earth Toons would have a harder time seeing the Wall.

“Ah, okay,” he said, nodding knowingly at Shinko. “Anyway, uh, I shouldn’t need THAT much space, thanks. I think I can just glue this one shut….I mean, if you want to see me work, sure…”

He shrugged and headed over to the spot next to where Crystal was. Realizing the glue could probably make a mess of the cafe, he pulled out a rolled-up newspaper and unfurled it under the crack.

Lousy Play

wariowareweirdos:

askthefwrp:

Penny had been working late. 18-Volt’s
work computer had broken and he needed to finish his games, so she had
agreed to fix it. But this was hard work. How the heck does someone
manage to get bubblegum inside a computer?!

She noticed how late it was, so she decided to finish for the day and get some sleep.

Then she heard some music playing.

Someone was here. She immediately ran towards the testing room and noticed the strange ink-looking guy at the end of the room.

“Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here?” she asked.

The Repairman jumped about three feet off the ground as someone called out to him. He nearly dropped the controller as he did so.

He turned around to find a girl looking at him in alarm. He started to sweat, unable to think of a lie that could get him out of this without making his job harder. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he explained. “I…wasn’t sure if I should count your games here, and was trying to figure it out…”

He glanced back to see the GAME OVER.

“…Keyword being try. And, uh, who are you?”

Penny examined the room. It didn’t look like he was doing anything too bad, so she decided to let it slide, but remained slightly suspicious.

“I’m Penny. Penny Crygor.” she introduced herself. “In case it wasn’t obvious, I work here.”

She looked around, checking to see if there was anything missing. It looked perfectly fine.

“You’re lucky my boss isn’t here or he’d be pretty mad at you.”

“Oh, yeah,” the Repairman nodded, embarrassed. “Pretty lucky that you didn’t kick me out right away, aren’t I?”

Was he really becoming so careless that any middle-schooler could catch him?

“…Yeah, sorry ‘bout all this,” he said, “but I gotta figure out if any of these games break the Fourth Wall.”

…And then decide whether a Fourth Wall break in a piece of fiction within the fictional world actually counted. Gah. He got a headache just THINKING about thinking about that.

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“!” the Repairman said as he was snatched into a hug. Aw, great. She was squeezing the tears out of him.

“…T-thank you,” he managed, as he sobbed into her chest.

He sniffled, then got up, still a little runny, and put his hand on her shoulder.

“We’re not gonna die,” he said, matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna–WAUGH!”

His eyes widened, looking directly into the shadow’s. What could he do…?

Aha! His siren light briefly popped up with a bing! sound effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Repairman asked, in an overly fake tone, “how did I ruin her…?”

He looked at the real Bowyetta, noticing how inked she was on her hair and across her torso. He grabbed onto her leg.

“You mean like this?” he mockingly asked, looking back at the shadow.

Bowyetta seemed somewhat confused by this, and her face turned slightly blue. He was dripping ink all over her legs… “Um, Mr. Sir? W-what you are-”

“AUGH!” She was interrupted by the shadow’s anger, and screamed and held onto Mr. Sir tightly as it slammed them both into a wall.

Bowyetta’s head was slightly dented by the impact. “Y-you are being okay, Mr. Sir…?”

The shadow just grew even angrier at this. “See what you’ve done?! She’s USELESS now! She must be disposed of!” The shadow stretched out another arm to pick up Bowyetta, holding her in one hand and Mr. Sir in the other, and proceeded the carry them both away.

“And as for YOU…” She barked at Mr. Sir. “That magic glow orb of yours will look MUCH PRETTIER on ME.”

“Oof!”

He looked at Bowyetta once the birds flew away.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are YOU oka–uh oh.”

For some reason, he had trouble escaping the shadow’s grip, despite a fluid body. He struggled and grunted, but it was clear it wasn’t happening.

“Magical glow orb….?”

Good thing a Wall break appeared elsewhere. This was one of the few times he found the stupid light helpful.

He pulled a rather large vice from behind his back and put it over his head with surprising ease. Carefully, he put it over the bulb, and made it just tight enough to hold on to it.

“HEY, MONSTER!” he called out. “PUT US DOWN GENTLY OR THE MAGIC ORB GETS IT!”

It wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he had spare bulbs. He just hoped Bowyetta could guess that.

Curiosity Killed the Blot

Bendy was slightly melting due to the heat that
accumulated in the building. His two weaknesses– heat and water. It made
him melt and die quicker.

Each time that the
ink creature took a step back, he too took a step forward. Leaving no
room for him to move forward. He was made form the same stuff, but
alive. Very much alive. And bloodthirsty. But seeing as this guy might
be a toon or something, he wouldn’t kill them unless aggravated.

“Bendy! You got it there blobby! And what’s your name? What are you?” he questioned.

“No, I am not okay. This heat is killing me. Literally. I’ve died twice today!”

“Oh, who, me?“ the Repairman asked, laughing nervously. “I-I-m the Fourth Wall Repairman…er, I’m a Toon, too…”

Gosh, he did not like being stuck between Bendy and that puddle on the floor.

“…Oh, jeez,” the inkblot said, looking up at Bendy sympathetically. “…Um, anything I can do…? Will this help?”

He pulled a small battery-powered fan from his hammerspace and held it out to the other Toon. Poor guy. But why was he still smiling…?

He took a look at the machine behind him.

Died twice today…

Oh! This must be one of those video game worlds! Of course!

“Aha,” he chuckled apologetically, “sorry if I got too close to your…whatchamacallit…spawn point…?”

He took a step to the side, away from the nozzle.

“M-Mr. Sir…” Bowyetta rubbed her eyes. “Is being true? You… Are not
actually wanting to hurt Bowyetta?” She paused for a moment, wanting to
hear if he had anything else to say.

As soon as Mr. Sir finished
talking, Bowyetta scooped him up into a hug. She didn’t care that she
was getting covered in ink, nor that her tears were spilling all over
him. “No. Is not what Bowyetta is wanting at all, Mr. Sir. You having
done so much for her, and… Bowyetta is liking you very muchly, Mr. Sir.
Please do not be leaving Bowyetta. If she is going to die… She would
rather it being with you.”

And suddenly, the two were scooped up in a giant metallic arm. “You! You- You’ve RUINED her! What did you do?!”

“!” the Repairman said as he was snatched into a hug. Aw, great. She was squeezing the tears out of him.

“…T-thank you,” he managed, as he sobbed into her chest.

He sniffled, then got up, still a little runny, and put his hand on her shoulder.

“We’re not gonna die,” he said, matter-of-factly. “We’re gonna–WAUGH!”

His eyes widened, looking directly into the shadow’s. What could he do…?

Aha! His siren light briefly popped up with a bing! sound effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Repairman asked, in an overly fake tone, “how did I ruin her…?”

He looked at the real Bowyetta, noticing how inked she was on her hair and across her torso. He grabbed onto her leg.

“You mean like this?” he mockingly asked, looking back at the shadow.

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red-link-of-hyrule:

He really ought to repair that shelf…

At least, that’s what he caught himself thinking as he moved the new shipment of flour to rest on the nearby wall. The poor thing had definitely seen better days, hardly able to support the large sacks of raw sugar and ceramic cookie jar resting atop it. It wasn’t in the best of shape when he bought the place a few years back either but he’d be procrastinating on it for as long as he could remember.

However, the bakery wasn’t busy today. Perhaps it was time to give the shelf the care it deserved. He grabbed the nearest step stool and climbed up to figure out the problem.

It was at that moment that the bell signaling of an entering customer rang.

“Oh! Sorry!” He turned around from what he was doing. “Welcome! I’ll be with you in just a minute!”

The Fourth Wall Repairman knew his next job was a small one (comparatively, at least), so as he was passing through Hyrule, he didn’t see the harm in looking around a bit first. Maybe he’d actually learn to read some Hylian.

…so that means “Bakery…” he thought as he smelled the goods from just outside. It actually smelled pretty good. Maybe he’d step in, now that he’d learned his lesson from that bunny guy and carried some Rupees…

He carefully maneuvered his tool cart into the bakery. Wow, all this stuff looked good! He’d have to remember to get his pet Cat Slime something, too. He just hoped there was no “three hundered Rupees for a single cupcake” nonsense.

“Oh, take your time!” he called back cheerfully. “Need a bit to look anyway!”

Wait, that voice sounded oddly familiar…