“AUGH! What the-” Swiftly he closed and
locked the drawer. He didn’t know what creature had found it’s way in,
but he intended to keep it there until he could find someone to take
care of it.

Songbird, still in her cage, looked hopelessly at
the drawer the repairman was now locked in. Could he get out? Was he
stuck in there? She didn’t know, but she certainly hoped not. She didn’t
want anyone to be stuck like her.

The door slammed behind her
captor as he left, grumbling about odd creatures and useless girls. It
seems they have a bit of time before anyone else comes in.

“Oof!”

The Repairman sloshed from side to side as the drawer slammed back into the desk. As he settled, he heard a click and footsteps. Finally, the door closed.

He tried to climb back out, only to find the drawer was stuck. After a couple more tries, he sighed. He was locked in. Ah well, no problem…

“Right then,” he said, emerging from the drawer on the opposite side, “where were we?”

He pulled out the paperclip again, but stopped.

“Should prolly make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he noted aloud, looking at the door. “Hang on a sec.”

He dashed over there and started rapidly hammering away at some two-by-fours until the door was boarded up to his satisfaction, which meant half of it could not be seen under the boards.

-random hug from Shinko! –

shinkothetoongirl:

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?”

“Mr. Repairman… you would not believe the amount of meta there is, living in a town filled with my Creator’s other creations! It’s so fun just exploring and meeting new people… no drama yet, but I guess that’s good. The cafe there has really yummy food, too! Maybe whenever you’re not working, or if you happen to to need to stop by for work, maybe we could grab a bite to eat sometime!”

“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?”

“What the…” Ravio mumbled from the counter, hearing the blaring loud
sound of something he couldn’t even explain. That little blob guy was
really freaking strange. That was for sure. The merchant moved from
around the counter, peering out the door. All he could see was some
plant matter going askew this was and that. Was he doing a lot of sword
spinning? Even Link couldn’t go that fast. And if he did, he’d probably
vomit.

After about three minutes, the whirring outside stopped, to be quickly replaced with a couple of clatters. And then the Repairman stumbled into the shop.

He was cradling a huge pile of rupees of all sorts of colors, and it was obvious from the way he moved that he wasn’t exactly prepared to carry so many. He swayed from side to side, occasionally dropping one as he went. Finally, he set the pile on the counter.

Now it could be seen that the Repairman was absolutely covered with grass clippings and stains, and he smelled like a freshly cut lawn and…smoke? Small droplets of ink formed sweat on him, and he had to take a breath before speaking again.

“Sorry…” he panted. “…I hope this is enough. I lost count around six hundred seventy-eight, and I don’t know how much the colors are worth. Is it any different?”

He turned his back to the counter and leaned against it, just to rest for a moment.

bonkakira-and-friends:

“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”

He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.

“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”

Bowyetta nodded, and handed over the unopened can. “W-well…”

Bowyetta had never actually thought about it before, but Bowyers didn’t HAVE much of a society. From what she could recall, her kind were basically uncontrollable, except by Smithy himself.

“To be certain, Mr. Sir… Bowyer society… Much unpleasant is being. In order to being successful amongst Bowyetta’s kind… You must be willing to be causing harm to others.” She started to look a bit sad. As a Bowyer, she still held a certain fondness for destruction and chaos, and yet… She had no desire to actually hurt people.

“B-But… Bowyetta…” She started tearing up again. “She is not being like them at all… Is she?” She looked at the Repairman. “Is Bowyetta not much being different?”

The Repairman took the can and pocketed it. It would stay cool in his hammerspace, he hoped.

As he listened to Bowyetta, he moved a little closer, and moved to pat the Bowyer’s…erm…back.

“You could have shot me out of the house when I came in,” he replied, not unkindly. “You could have just ditched me after I distracted those guys. ~~In fact, that was the original plan.~~ I’m glad you’re different from the other Bowyers, if that’s what you’re asking.”

(Askthefwrp)

Rosalina warmly smiled at the fourth wall repairer’s remark. There
were no other gratitude, even something big, that she can achieve but a
simple ‘thank you’ that was rather pleasant to her than something
either big or nothing.

“I
am always happy to help you, kind sir. That is what I am happy to do.”
she softly stated and turned away to bring the cart over.

Once
the cosmic watcher got there, she spotted the cart that was happened to
be positioned where it was somewhat far than where the repairer there
before. Hmm, maybe one of her Lumas must have moved it back so then it
wouldn’t fell off the edge. The lady in blue floated towards the cart
and moved it back to the repairer.

“Here you are.” she called, bringing the cart over.

“Right,” he said, accepting the cart, “thank you.”

He looked at where the crack was. Huh. Turned out the Observatory made it so he didn’t have to go back into zero-gravity. All he had to do was wheel his tools over to the far end. He was silently grateful for this; space was pretty to look at, but he wouldn’t want to get sick again.

He was about to get moving, but stopped.

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

“Oh, you have bodies now? Well, guess I won’t need this now.” -takes off scarf- “So how goes it?”

askthegreenguys:

“A lot of fun, actually! You have no idea how many things there are that are really hard or impossible to do without a body. Everyone’s off taking advantage of it!”

“Speaking of which… I’m still really curious what you actually feel like…” Green’s finger hovers a few inches from the Repairman’s arm. He’s trying really hard to be polite and not just go and poke him, but solving the mystery is agonizingly tempting.

“Oh, I bet,” the Repairman nodded. Of course, he couldn’t fully understand, not being a ghost himself, but he could definitely imagine it having its issues…

He looked over to see Green apparently playing the “not touching you” game with him. He sighed, shaking his head and smiling. As odd of a request as that was, the Repairman didn’t know how long this was going to last. Status quo and all that.

“There’s probably a less creepy way to ask,” he joked, “but here.”

He wrapped his hand around Green’s. His ink was almost like lukewarm water, but it felt…thicker, almost more solid. And definitely a little stickier; Green was going to have some stains on his hand.

Black, White, and Purple

“Well maybe your eyes still haven’t adapt
to this worlds light.” Shalbie as the repairman insisted on repairing
the mountain with paper. “Its still paper my friend and this is solid
rock, it won’t hold… You see there’s things that would make it crumble
again like rain, paper is weak to water. Then there’s also fire.” He
added as he tried to think of a way to help his fellow shadow blob.

“I
think I know what to do… but first we need to get rid of the paper.”
Shadow said as he took the paper away from the wall. “ You better stand
back friend, I don’t want to hurt you.” He commented as he took a
couple of steps back before taking out his sand rod and aimed it the
crack. Seconds later the crack was filled with sand and Shalbie decided
to proceed with his plan.

Shalbie took out his fire rod as
quickly as possible and aimed for the sand. “You see friend according to
a friend of mine’s boss if you apply heat to sand you get glass which
is a kind of crystal, this would hide the crack you made and it wouldn’t
be obvious that there was something to hide.” He added not knowing if
his plan worked.

“Well, yeah, but…”

He would have said something about how the Wall doesn’t exactly adhere to normal physical laws, but the shadowy person seemed pretty insistent. The Repairman found himself unable to do anything except try and fail to interject multiple times.

He could only watch in shock as the shadow obliterated his handiwork with some kind of sand spell. He shielded his eyes as flames briefly burst from the crack. When he opened them again, he saw that there was freshly made glass sealing the crack.

He twitched involuntarily. His ink started to redden.

“Oh, I’m just incompetent then, am I? Not needed? Anyone could do it better?!”

He turned alarmingly fast towards the shadow.

“I’ll show you,” he growled, poking his “competitor’s” chest, “I don’t need any magic wands to be the one for the job…”

And with that, he began to silently throw things back into his hammerspace. He was sure the next job was also somewhere in Hyrule, and if he hurried he could get there before this guy and show how it was done.

“Oh,” he said, looking back up for a moment, “and I told you, I’m only fixing it. I didn’t break it.”

Galanthus scratched his head, “You’re not really making any sense here…
but as long as that wall goes away I guess it’s fine… for now.” He took
another glance at the wall, glaring at it as if not convinced then
turned his back. “So why is… it, all the way out here?” He folded his
arms, making sure he was hovering high enough to look at the the
repairman; an air of accusation hung around him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to explain…”

Wait, why was this fairy looking like this was all his fault?

“Don’t give me that look,” he said sternly, crossing his arms. “Someone around here must have broken it…”

He eyed the fairy suspiciously. After all, it was over his flower, and the inkblot didn’t see anyone else around.

We all started to laugh, getting louder,
but then we all must have remembered that it could kill us, so we all
trailed off a awkwardly at the same time.

“Good!”, said Stupid.
“He was beginning to give me a headache! Thanks mr Blob!”, he said,
shoving you through the window to the holding cell back into the
passengers seat.

“That don’t answer my question,” I said. “I
meant whadda we do with him once we get back home? It’s not like
Toontown even knows who he is. Or cares. ”
-Smartass

The Repairman said nothing as the weasels laughed at his predicament. It was kind of funny that he was the only one to get flung like that, but c’mon…

“Oh, sure th–eep!” was all that came out of the inkblot as Stupid crammed him into the front seat.

He turned to Smartass.

“I mean, couldn’t you…” he trailed off, thinking. “I mean, I could sue…no…Hmm…”

After a moment’s thought, he pulled out an AM radio.

“Hey,” he called to the back, pushing the radio through the slot, “could you set this to a public station and put it in the box with his face?”

He turned back to Smartass.

“Wait, is that considered cruel and unusual?”

“More… Than perfect…” “Bowyetta” repeated. Her smile began to grow
once more. It was a slow, sinister, malicious smile. “Yes… Smithy will
be much loving of Bowyetta once she is complete… But…” Her face suddenly
softened. “Is not being trick~? Bowyetta is having of much trust for
you, Mr. Sir~”

Vinny was nearly done breaking open the lock.
“I’ve… Nearly got… Ow~!“ “Bowyetta” turned around at Vinny’s cry, but he
hid himself before she saw him.

“Bowyetta” then held her hand out the the Repairman. Her skin felt eerily cold. “Go on then, Mr. Sir~ Make Bowyetta… More than perfect~” Her malicious smile returned as she said the words. More than perfect. She loved the idea of that.

“Oh, no, no trick,” the Repairman said as he began to lead the thing behind a pile of junk (he would say it was ‘for privacy’ if asked). “I just want to get you looking great for Smithy…”

He cringed at the cold, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled up a polisher and started to work away at the rusty bits.

“Speaking of which,” the Repairman mused, as he worked on removing the rust from her back, “are you sure you want to use that Bowyer’s parts? Smithy doesn’t exactly like her…”