Black, White, and Purple

Great this new shadow must have been brought to the light world not
so long ago, and while Shalbie didn’t remember most of his early years,
he’d be damn sure this little guy did. “Yeah, yeah I get it you
haven’t found your light self… I’ll help!” Shalbie said as he looked
closely at the repairman.

“ Lets see you look a bit short and your
temper is pretty volatile…. and you like to fix things besides thinking
your work is the finest in Hyrule…” Shadow added as he began to
“measure” the repairman. “I know you are the Blacksmith’s shadow!” He
said in excitement. this was a great achievement on Shalbie’s part since
he now could have an apprentice and not only that said relationship
would also be a shadow version the relationship between Albie and
Gulley’s father.

The Repairman was just twisting a vice to bring each side of the hole together when the shadowy person said something about “light self”.

“What? Light self? What do you think I–?”

He was interrupted as this person listed off several apparent traits.

“Well, yeah, I’m sho–volatile temper?!–I mean–”

He gave up trying to keep up, and went back to tightening the vice. Whatever made the kid happy, he could yammer all he wanted.

“Uh-huh,” he inattentively replied to the boy, rooting in his hammerspace for some duct tape.

(Askthefwrp)

“Hey, um, I don’t think I got your name…”

The
star lady was surprised, and she placed her hand in the middle of her
chest. “Oh dear, I haven’t introduce myself from the beginning, haven’t
I? Where are my matters?”

“My name is Rosalina, and it is pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” the Repairman chuckled. “And charmed. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman.”

He began pushing his cart over to the other side. Much easier without spacesickness. And a platform between here and there. Overall, he was trying to think of a good way to thank Rosalina…

“Bowyetta” was starting to get suspicious. “How… Are you hearing of
anything outside of the Factory~? These walls are blocking of much
sound~ Is nothing but rain out of there anyway~”

When her hair was
mentioned, her expression turned from suspicion to fear, and she pulled
away. “No, no~! Do not be taking of Bowyetta’s pieces~!” Upon closer
inspection, she DID, in fact, have four arms- One of which was
protruding from her hair. It seemed to be from a Yaridovich. Come to
think of it, MOST of the pieces in her hair seemed to be from a
Yaridovich, with a few pieces from Axems mixed in as well. “B-Bowyetta
must be looking her best at all times~! These are being very important
to that~!”

Meanwhile, Bowyetta reached into her hair, hoping to
find something that could silence her footsteps. Her old slippers would
have to do. She quickly put them on, and upon taking a few steps, she
could walk without making so much noise. She quickly made her way to the
door. …But… She couldn’t just leave without Mr. Sir. Behind
“Bowyetta’s” back, she motioned for him to follow her.

And that was when “Bowyetta” backed into her, knocking her over with a solid CLUNK.

“No, no, but we can at least straighten your hair, put a little gel…”

His voice trailed off as he saw the two Bowyettas about to collide with each other.

“Juststepthiswayandwecanbe–”

CLUNK.

The Repairman winced, immediately rushing to try and help the real Bowyetta up without a second thought.

“…You okay?” he asked, before realizing he just made things worse.

Bowyetta couldn’t help but smile at that. “Bowyetta is much terrified
of Smithy. Is true that she could never be as destructive as him.”

She
rubbed the tears out of her eyes. Her skin was looking clearer already,
and she was beginning to warm up. “Thanking of you muchly, Mr. Sir.
Bowyetta… Is liking muchly of you also. Am hoping we can all becoming of
friends.”

“Would you be doing so for Bowyetta, Mr. Sir? She is still being hungry, and still much stiff from being cold…”

“Right,” the Repairman nodded, giving one last pat on her shoulder before heading back down.

To Beepsumu, he said, “Well, she’s eating now. How’re the arrows going?”

After a moment he looked around and asked, “Is…Bonkakira, was it?…doing okay?”

“Bowyetta” narrowed her eyes. Mr. Sir really expected her to wear these
things? “Eh… Am not want~” She huffed. “Is not much practical for
Bowyetta’s rank~ Is not much attractive either~ Smithy will still not
much be wanting of Bowyetta~ No, Bowyetta is needing of HER pieces, Mr.
Sir~”

She started to look a bit nervous. “This is really being
necessary~? Is not much comfortable~” She wouldn’t admit it, but while
she was jealous of Bowyetta’s perfectly smooth and polished skin, the
rust had made her a bit sore…

As Bowyetta was searching for a way out, she didn’t think to put on something to keep her feet from making noise.

Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink

“Bowyetta” took notice of this rather quickly. “Mr. Sir… Are you hearing of that~?”

“Come now,” the Repairman insisted, “surely you could find new legs rather than used ones…And yes, I’m sure this is…”

His eyes popped for a moment as both of them heard Bowyetta walking across the floor.

“What, that?” he asked, desperately trying to keep the fake’s attention towards him. “It’s probably…just…wind…? …Water droplets….? A weather balloon…? No need to worry about it! Now, if you want, we can remove the rest of the rust later. How about cleaning up your hair…?”

The inkblot was really sweating now.

-random hug from Shinko! –

shinkothetoongirl:

askthefwrp:

siblings-a-fixin:

“–!” exclaimed the Repairman as he was suddenly pulled into an embrace. His eyes swiveled until he saw a familiar face.

“Oh, hey Shinko!” he said, hugging the girl in return. “How’s the new world treatin’ ya?”

“Oh, I can believe it,” he chuckled. Any kind of “hub” for someone’s creations was bound to be at least a little meta. Still, he was surprised that he only visited the one time. Or was he just not paying attention again…?

He snapped out of this line of thought as Shinko told more about the town. It actually sounded pretty nice from what he had heard.

“I have a feeling I’ll be going there sometime pretty soon,” he nodded, “so I’ll have to do that then… But will you know if I’m there? Is it a small enough town that you’d just know?”

Shinko pouted a bit, tapping at her non-existent chin.

“Well, it’s small…ish. But I think I can ask a few people to be on the lookout for you. They can text me if they spot you. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch you if you visit! I mean, it’s not hard to miss a hard-working ink blob!” she giggled.

“Heh, yeah,” the Repairman chuckled. He felt a small bit of pride swell within him. He was hard to miss…Years ago, he would have prided himself on a lack of presence…how times changed!

He looked back up at Shinko.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to mess up everyone else’s workflow,” he said, uncertainly. Given his track record, that was likely to happen anyway, but still, he felt he should at least try to prevent that.

Bowyetta didn’t know how to respond to this. Ever since she was
forged, and all throughout her life in the Factory, everyone had wanted
her to change, to be like any normal Bowyer. Heck, she was almost killed
just because she was different. Beepsumu and Bonkakira were the first
people to really accept her for what she is. She never expected someone
like Mr. Sir to be so accepting of her.

Tears started to stream
down Bowyetta’s face. She very carefully put her arm around the
Repairman.(she had no idea how strong she really was, after all) “Mr.
Sir… Thanking of you muchly. All of Bowyetta’s life she has being told
to change. She was thinking that only Beepsumu and Bonkakira would ever
be accepting of her. But… She is still much being destructive. Are
certain you are liking of her?”

The Repairman wasn’t sure how to take all this. All he could think of to do was to wrap his arm around her shoulder, looking at her sympathetically.

“Hey now, trust me,” he chuckled, “I’ve met more destructive folks than you. I mean, the house is still standing, isn’t it? Heck, I thought Smithy was the one who wrecked everything there!”

He laughed softly for a moment, then cleared his throat.

“But yeah, I like you fine,” he said.

He looked out the door. No sign of more food yet.

“…You want me to go check on your arrows?”

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie was proud about helping a fellow shadow when all of the
sudden his companion began to yell in anger. “Yeah okay… Here I thought
you needed help.” Shadow said as he followed the repairman. “ And who
can blame me, after all you are still don’t even have a concrete form… I
mean what exactly are you the Shadow off, how long have you existed?”
He continued trying to find out what or who this fellow was.

“I’m
just trying to give you all the help I didn’t get when I came here, so
lighten up would you? If you want to fix the hole then its okay, I’ll
let you fix it on your own.” Shadow added as he went back to where he
had fixed the mountain. “ See now you can show me how its done.” He
added as he placed a lit bomb next to the glass; which exploded seconds
later leaving behind a slightly bigger hole than before.

“I could have–” the Repairman started indignantly, before hearing the shadow try to explain himself. “Excuse me?”

He went up to the shadow again.

“So maybe I don’t have a concrete form, but that doesn’t–”

His face turned to that of confusion.

“…I’m…not a shadow of anyone,” he replied, realizing there was some kind of misunderstanding. “I’m just me.”

He took a step back, wondering what this guy actually was. Was this just a case of mistaken identity…?

And then the guy blew up his own handiwork. The Repairman wasn’t sure how to feel about this, so he went over to the hole, grumbling something about “patronizing”, and considered what tools to use.

I just stared as the Repairman pushed a small, silver radio/CD player through the back window.

“Well
it’s unusual for sure, but I dunno about cruel. Unless you set it to
the country music station!”, said Wheezy, laughing as he snuffed out two
spent cigarettes on the underside of his pork pie hat.

“We gotta think of something perfect for this bulky!”, cried Stupid. “But what’s good enough for him?”

“I’ll tell you what’s good for me, you glorified ferrets!”, snarled the Breaker, “Letting me out of here!”

“Quiet!!”,
screeched Psycho, shaking the box roughly, “Or Wheezy’ll put out his
cigarettes on your face! You wouldn’t want your play doh puss to melt!….
Wheeze…Would you mind?”, he whispered, sotto voce, to Wheezy, who
opened the lid and dangled his lit cigarette over the Breaker’s face.

The box was quiet for what turned out to be the whole trip.

-Smartass

The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle at Wheezy’s comment. However, he had to cringe a little when he heard the threats of burnt cigarettes. Yes, the Breaker would be fine in the long run, but still.

Awkward silence followed after that, until they reached their destination.

As the inkblot opened the door to leave, he stopped.

“Hmm,” he mused, noting his opposite’s laziness, “is ‘breaking rocks’ still a thing?”

That would be a fitting punishment, he felt.

“Bowyetta” flinched slightly. The rust had been there for quite some
time, and her skin had become rather sensitive because of it. She pouted
slightly as she spoke. “Bowyetta is knowing of this already, Mr. Sir~
Smithy is not much liking of her~” Her tone and face were angry, yet…
Was she starting to cry? “Bowyetta is much needing of something for her,
Mr. Sir~ Please to be looking at Bowyetta’s legs~ They are not much
being suited for someone of her stature~ You seeing where Bowyetta is
going with this~?”

Meanwhile, Vinny had finally broken open the
lock. “Come on, Bowyetta~ You’re free now~ But be careful not to make
too much noise~”

Bowyetta carefully climbed out of the cage, her feet making a soft clink
when they hit the floor. But, instead of escaping right away, her eyes
went over to “Bowyetta” and the Repairman. What was with that look she
was giving? Had she overheard everything?

The Repairman looked at the not-Bowyetta’s legs. Now that he actually looked at them, he couldn’t help but nod. The stubby things really didn’t fit her at all.

“Yeah, these could be worked on,” he conceded. Mind racing, he continued, “But you know what’s all the rage these days? Treads.“

He dug into a nearby pule of junk and pulled some worn-down old conveyor belt. He started to eye where the wheels of it would go.

“All terrain, hard to lose balance, and they look really cool!” he continued, hoping she was buying this stalling tactic.

He took a quick glance at the real Bowyetta, and saw she was free. But that look she was giving made him sweat a little…

“Um…” he continued, turning back to the fake one, “Though, for now, let’s finish getting the rust off you…”