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…?

(Askthefwrp)

“… I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman.”

The
cosmic watcher hummed in response. The name was self explanatory; it
showed exactly what the fellow repairer was doing. His real name wasn’t
presented, but there’s no need to ask him about it.

Rosalina
watched the Fourth Wall Repairer carried over the cart before
proceeding back to his work. “Dear sir, perhaps you would like some
assistance?” she asked.

“No!” he exclaimed, a little too quickly. He seemed to realize how forceful that sounded after a moment, and cleared his throat.

“…No, thanks,” he tried again. “You’ve helped me plenty already!”

He gave a smile, and pulled a few planks from his toolbox. Setting them aside, he began digging for a hammer and nail.

Curiosity Killed the Blot

Anyone who stepped foot in the studio on a bad day, was prey. And Bendy was not in a particular good mood. He’s already died twice in one day from the heat. Making his ink dribble away and melt.

His head snapped towards a noise. Someone entering the place. Was it Joey!? He sure hoped it was. Just so he could bash his head in. Quick to his feet, he skipped off, grabbing a knife from his stomach region and twirling it in his hands.

That’s when he saw someone there, looking at where he was
reanimated. Brought to this world. He took silent steps forward and
waited for them to turn to face him. Though he did place his knife away.

The dancing demon watched as the repairman backed up and
bumped right into him. Bendy wore an eerie grin. Something that would
send chills down the average man’s spine.

“Heeeey pal!”

The Repairman turned his eyes slowly to reveal…another, bigger inkblot? No, no, this was that Toon on all the stuff around here. Why was he melted, though…? And why did he grin like that at the Repairman?

“…Hello,” he replied, giving a rather shaky wave. He began to inch back, occasionally looking behind him to make sure his own blobby ink didn’t touch that weird ink. He realized this guy must be made of the same stuff, now that he looked at him…

“…You must be…”

Quick thought about the posters.

“…Bor–no, Bendy, sorry…”

He cleared his throat.

“Um, you okay there?” he asked, not sure how to bring this up. “You seem, er…runny?”

“Bedlam and the rest of the shadow demon clan are still trying to get
acquainted with the new territory. They’re so used to hiding away from
everyone that they’re still getting used to the idea that they’re all
welcome as they are,” Crystal replied, curiously watching the Repairman.

“Falcon and Crystal are basically my guardians now. I live with them. They’ve both been really great,” Shinko giggled.

“Heh…I’m
glad to hear that. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if me and Falcon could
handle having a kid like you around…but you’ve been awesome too,”
Crystal noted with a smile.

Shinko smiled back as Crystal started to get closer to see what the Repairman is doing.

“So uh… where is it, anyways? I didn’t see or hear anything crack…” Crystal told the Repairman.

“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…?”

Bowyetta’s hair and face were still soaked with ink. It was still
difficult to see, but at least she COULD now. “You may be wanting to-”

She
yelped as she was suddenly dragged away. Once the two had gotten to
safety, she finished her sentence. “You may be wanting to check
yourself, Mr. Sir. Please to be making sure Bowyetta’s hair did not get
on you.”

The shadow seemed to hear Bowyetta’s voice. “Where are you?! Show yourselves!”

Bowyetta
jumped, and quickly produced a towel from her hair. She wiped the ink
off her face, then proceeded to sob into it, sinking to the floor. “Is
being how Bowyetta is going to die? Bowyetta has lost one of her best
friends? You may just be giving Bowyetta to her now…”

“Huh?”

He caught his breath as Bowyetta repeated. “Oh, okay…”

He started to brush himself off, but jumped at the shadow’s threats. All the hair follicles fell out because of this, what little there were. He looked in alarm as Bowyetta began sobbing.

“Wait, what?” he started, confused. Realizing she might be putting herself in danger, he went to try to quiet her down.

“Shh, shh, no, you’re not gonna die, we’re gonna get you out of here…”

Did she really still think he wanted her dead? Would she be accepting any more of his help? He wondered if it’d be better to just leave after she was safe.

“…Look, I don’t want you hurt,” he said, before taking a deep breath. This was getting to be harder to say than he thought. He took a moment to collect himself, but he still sounded choked up as he continued, “…After we get out of here, you won’t have to see me again if you don’t want…”

Lousy Play

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?”

That new blender must have just sounded like white noise.

A sudden shout of “IT’S ALIVE!” followed by 10 shots of espresso woke him from his snooze.

Angie
glanced over his way. “Oops! Sorry! It’s just that I haven’t crafted
this drink in a while and it’s coming along perfectly! I’ve got this
part just right!” She laughed.

“Alrighty, big question. Chocolate or caramel?” She placed a hand on her hip.

“GAH!”

The Repairman shot up almost immediately after the shout, and looked towards the coyote in alarm.

“Oh,” he said, almost nodding off again, “Okay. Heh…”

He considered getting chocolate, if only because caramel might stick to his throat. Then he remembered he didn’t have a throat anyway, and said, “Oh, surprise me.”

He really was in no position to decide for himself.

Curiosity Killed the Blot

@bloodstained-ink

The Fourth Wall Repairman stepped into what looked like… a pencil-drawn studio?

Apparently one that had been deserted for some time. The walls and ceiling were coming apart. Oddly enough, a lot of the posters and some wooden cutouts of…someone…were all over the place, and seemed to be in pretty good condition for being abandoned.

As he went through the halls, he wondered why it looked like some things were operational. Maybe it was just a shoddy building, and the people had gone home for the day.

And then the inkblot saw a large machine of some kind. It had a huge tank of ink on one side, and a nozzle on the other. Obviously it had seen some use, as there was a large dried ink stain on the floor under the nozzle. Curious, the Repairman took a closer look at the stain to see what kind of ink it was. Within a few seconds, he recoiled. He had never seen ink like that!

He yelped as he backed into something, or someone…

“Oh, no, no,” Crystal interrupted before Belial could say anything. “Falcon
…” She glared at Belial for a moment before looking back towards the
Repairman. “…and his clan are not an issue. And now I think I remember
you. You came by when Falcon, Bedlam and I were having a Halloween
party, right?” she asked.

Belial rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip as she watched the conversation go on.

Shinko blinked as she looked towards the Repairman, curious as to what his response would be.

The Repairman tilted his head slightly, trying to place Crystal’s face. Slowly, everything clicked.

“…Wait…yeah, that’s right! Hey!” he waved. “Sorry, didn’t recognize you in that outfit!”

He turned to address both her and Shinko.

“I didn’t know you two had the same creator!” he remarked. “What a small multiverse it is!”

He laughed to himself, digging into his cart for some glue. As he did so, he asked, “So how you two been? How’re those shadow guys…?”

“Bowyetta is not being okay, Mr. Sir. Bowyetta’s back is much-”

Bowyetta
couldn’t see what was happening, but she certainly could feel her
stomach drop as the two went flying. She let out another scream. “M-Mr.
Sir?! What happen?!” They ended up hitting the ground behind the shadow,
making a loud clunk as they hit the ground.

The shadow seemed confused by this. “What?! What did you do?!”
She seemed to be having trouble turning around to find them. Bowyetta
once again tried to reach into her hair, but shuddered instead. She
REALLY didn’t want to touch Mr. Sir right now… “Umm… Bowyetta… May be
having of something in her hair, but… She is not able to be reaching of
it right now…”

The Repariman jostled as they landed, but didn’t get off her head any further.

“Sorry, had to get you out of the way,” he said. “Can you hold that thought?”

He pulled out a crowbar and tried once again to pry himself off. As it snapped in half, both pieces fell to the ground with a clatter.

“Dang it…”

As he saw the shadow attempt to turn around, he started turning left and right, frantically looking for something they could hide behind. However, he was distracted by the fact he could…swivel easily?

He slapped his hands over his eyes. Of course…

He rapidly spun counterclockwise on Bowyetta’s head for a second before dropping off with a pop!

Righty tighty, lefty loosey…

He brushed himself off and looked around again. Seeing a large pile of scrap, he grabbed Bowyetta by the hand and ran for cover.