I could tell the little twerp had more to say. I could literally see the gears grinding in his brain.

Shaking
my head, I climbed in the driver’s seat and turned to him, saying,
“Um….about us being all heroic and stuff…don’t mention it. We got a
reputation to hold up, and if it gets out that we did the right thing
with no obvious motive, we’ll be done for.”

Leaving it at that, I turned the ignition on the truck and drove off at my usual breakneck speed. -Smartass

The Repairman simply nodded, and got into the back with the boxes. He was quickly thrown back and squished by the Breaker’s various prisons. All he could say was a simple “oof!”; not even a scream really worked out.

The Breaker, meanwhile, was feeling pretty ill from the velocity, plus the fact he was currently separated. No one could see his clay turn green, but moaning could be heard from the boxes.

It was a battle of curiosity and self control as Zelda prowled the edge
of the imaginary boundary she had set for herself. Already she was still
too close. The pull of the foreign portal lapped at her hair and dress
hem like a gentle breeze. Going any further could risk disrupting the
Repairman.
Maybe the ink blot should be stopped. He seemed alittle too skittish for
the princess’ liking. What, in the name of Hylia, would posses him to
scream at an apple?
Its appearance was abit….off, but there was no need to frighten her like
that.
Her face lits up as she sees the first hint of the leather bound book,
the dying light reflected off the golden lettering.
“Yes, I cant thank you enough.”
She leafs through it quickly, making sure none of the pages were missing
before allowing it to disappear in Farore’s Wind. It would find its
proper place on her shelf.
“…And you have my humble apologizes as well.”

“Um, sure thing,” he said, trying to laugh off that…wrong apple. “And yeah, um, no problem!”

He watched the book disappear with mild interest. A magical princess, then? Made sense, here…

“Well, just gonna finish up here, then should have a break…”

He pulled out a paint roller and soon the remaining cracks were completely gone. At least, as far as the Repairman was concerned. The ink would have to dry first. He turned back to Zelda.

“That should do it.”

Open Starter!

“I
think I’ll try it another time. That was… informative” Ace handed the
yardstick back good naturedly. He then let out a huge yawn, “Oof, it
must be later than I thought. I think I’m gonna turn in. You’re welcome
to stay by the fire; just make sure to put it out.”

“All right,” he nodded, shoving the yardstick back into his hammerspace, and sitting back onto the toolbox. After a moment more of warming he went to dump a bucket of water onto the fire when he looked back at the toolbox. He slapped his forehead, muttering as he stuffed the heavy thing behind his back. After extinguishing, he took one last look, and decided it would be nice to leave something, but what…?

A few minutes later, the camp was like the Repairman was never there, but Ace would find several still-good cans of assorted foods and an opener in his rations.

@bonkakira-and-friends

“You cannot be leaving of Bowyetta so soon, Mr. Sir~ Not before she
is showing you her newest plan~ Nyu hu hu~” She then got up and walked
over to a chain hanging on the wall, giving it a quick pull.

“Eeeek!”
There was an oddly familiar scream as a cage dropped from the ceiling.
Inside was… Another Bowyetta? This one seemed… More normal. somehow. Her
eyes looked less… Demonic, as it were. She had all her own limbs, and
her skin was perfectly polished. “M-Mr. Sir!” She called out from the
cage. “Please to be saving of Bowyetta!”

“Bowyetta” walked over
the the caged Bowyer, and continued speaking. “Please to be looking at
her, Mr. Sir~ Are you noticing of something about her~? Much perfect she
is being~ Bowyetta is needing of her pieces, Mr. Sir~”

While
“Bowyetta” was speaking, Vinny managed to slip between the bars of the
cage, and carefully approached the Repairman. “Mr. Sir, I have a plan~ I
can get Bowyetta out of there~ Just keep distracting her for me,
please~”

“No, that’s really okay, I really should…oh….”

The Repairman couldn’t take his eyes off the real Bowyetta.

“O-oh…”

He only paid half of his attention to Vinny, the other half still trying to find out what this imposter was. Well, if he was to distract this thing, he just hoped it would help….

“Um, before you add more,” he asked, whipping out a blowtorch and a steel wool pad, “shall we perfect what you already have?”

(Askthefwrp)

“How’d you get a place like this?”

“Well
my friend, a place isn’t what we got but instead made by our hands,”
Rosalina explained, ”It’s unbelievable, but it’s true. My Lumas and I
worked together to build this.”

“Um, did you happen to bring my cart aboard too?”

Oh?
Rosalina hummed and tapped her lower lip with a finger. “Surely, it was
located the same spot where you were working. Would you want me to
bring it over now?”

“Wow… I believe it…”

It seemed awfully fitting that Rosalina and her Lumas crafted the ship themselves. The Repairman couldn’t place it, but it seemed right somehow.

“Um, if you could, that’d be nice,” he said. “I really can’t thank you enough for all this…”

Shadow of True Self [[take yer pick]]

monokuro-adventures:

The room “Bowyetta” sat in looked oddly familiar. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made entirely of patched-up metal, and there were strange piles of scrap metal all over the place. The room was completely dark, save for the glow of some sort of furnace in the back.

“Mr. Siiiir~” “Bowyetta” called from the center of the room. “Bowyetta is knowing that you be here~ Do not be worrying~ She is certain you will much loving her new look~”

“Bowyetta” then turned around to reveal what she had done to herself. Pieces from other Machine Mades had been patched all over her body. Her legs had been completely replaced, and she now had at least 4 or 5 arms. Her body was covered in patches of rust, and her hair was a tangled mess, not to mention filled with even more mechanical pieces.

“Please to be looking at Bowyetta, Mr. Sir~ Is she not be much beautiful now~?”

“…Bowyetta…?”

When he heard that she went missing, the Repairman was more than happy to keep an eye out for her.

Well, she wouldn’t be in this scrap room, but hey, maybe it would be a good shortcut…

Well, what do you know? It looked like there was a familiar silhouette. But…something was off…

“Oh, good to see you again Bowyet–”

And then he saw her handiwork. He couldn’t look away. Those were definitely not her feet, her arms, or her scraps. Something about the aura around here told him that these weren’t just discarded parts, either.

Automatically, his voice went to the classic quip, in spite of the sudden chills he had.

“Y-you’re right about that.”

He began to back away slowly.

“I…think maybe I should be going,” he stammered, silently wondering how he’d break the news to Bowyetta’s housemates.

@baristacoyote

A small inkblot shuffled into the coffee shop. It was obvious from his slow, clumsy movements that he was either extremely drunk or extremely tired. As he approached the counter, his blank white eyes seemed to have little red veins at the edges, and there were large purple bags under them. They seemed seconds away from closing at any given moment, though there was clear resistance from their owner.

“Hi…” the Repairman drowsily started, producing a large wad of unorganized bills. “I’d like the…uh…”

Gosh, the spots in front of his eyes and his increasingly blurry vision were not helping him read what they had here.

“…What’s the most caffeinated thing you ha–ZZZZZZ”

He slumped against the counter as he rapidly lost willpower. Something must have still been resisting, though, because he snapped back awake and looked at the coyote with a “You didn’t see that, right?” expression.

“…you have?” he finished.

Insecure

@heros-bane

Well, this was new. Some….thing was clawing at the Wall. The Repairman wasn’t even sure what he was looking at in the poor light, or what it was doing, but he knew he needed to stop it before it got worse.

“Hey, sto—” he began to call out, before realizing (probably too late) that he should actually see what this was before he brought attention to himself. Whatever this thing was, it probably wouldn’t take too kindly to him…

He swallowed, looking around for a place that would hide him and his blinking siren light. He might even be able to figure this thing out from his surroundings…

Bowyetta’s vision was beginning to swirl, and she started to feel
dizzy. “Ahh… M-maybe you being right, Mr. Sir. Perhaps Bowyetta should
be speaking not of Susumu.”

The burning feeling disappeared, the
chill lessened, and Bowyetta sank back into the bed, leaving a small
trail of smoke as she went. In an attempt to calm her down, Vinny began
humming and began to brush his “tail” against her head, but quickly
pulled away when he felt how cold she was. “Bowyetta… Just eat
something, would you? You know what happens when you don’t…”

Bowyetta buried her face in the blanket again. “Bowyetta’s stomach is not feeling much good…”

Vinny
gave her an exasperated look, then turned back the the Repairman.
“You’ll have to excuse her, she is impossible sometimes… I’m sorry, I
know you don’t know much about Bowyers, but do you have anything that
might make her feel better?”

The Repairman nodded, glad that there might be less breaks around here.

That gladness quickly disappeared, however, as Bowyetta seemed to worsen.

“No, no, it’s fine, just…”

He looked to his left and produced a thumb-sized pill out of seemingly nowhere. The capsule was green and had, in tiny sans-serif print, a label that said “AJAX Stomach Soother”

“I mean, this works for us Toons,” he shrugged. “Don’t see why it wouldn’t work for her.”

He held the pill out to Bowyetta.

“Hey, um, could you take this?”

Galanthus
turned to the repairman again, “What do you mean a ‘reality’ wall? If
it’s not built by the humans, then who built it? ‘Cause it sure isn’t
natural.” Hey, you’d be touchy too if you could possibly die because
someone decided to mess with your “turf”. “It’s kinda hard NOT to worry
about it when- nevermind. Just tell if it’ll go away.”

“Uh…”

Hoo boy. This would be difficult.

“…Well…humans did make it, but not the humans here…” he tried, pulling out a plank and some nails just in case. Thankfully, it seemed vague enough. He knew not to look at the camera when saying things like that, so the Wall’s only response was to creak a little

“It’s…kind of hard to explain…”

He silently thanked his lucky stars that the fairy gave him an out.

“…Yeah, it should fade pretty soon, as long as you ignore it.”

For the Repairman, it wouldn’t fade, but other seemed to stop noticing the Wall after a bit, so he hoped this was true for the fairy.