As soon as the Repairman approached Spackledorf, he sat up and hissed
at the blob, spewing more of the same purple goop from his mouth.
Jingletooth spoke up once more “THAT is DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL!!”

Spackledorf,
meanwhile, was beginning to glow an odd purple color. He hovered off of
the bed slightly, and began to hover towards Jingletooth. His face was
hard to see, but he had a somewhat menacing look about him. The dog did
find this somewhat off-putting, but she gave another nervous smile. “He
just wants a HUG!” She attempted to do so, but all Spackledorf did in
response was scratch at her face before dashing off toward the portal.

Purple goop…? What kind of…

Ohhh…

The Repairman was quick to shake off the goop. He was not going to get a contact possession!

He turned to see Jingletooth try to embrace this demon.

“Wait, no–!”

He wasn’t at a good angle to see the attack, but he winced as the demon struck. The thing seemed to take a certain interest in that portal…

Oh no.

The Repairman was there first, pulling a variety of things out of his hammerspace. Garlic, vials of holy water, a variety of holy symbols (crosses, stars, and moons, mainly), silver spoons, salt, and anything else the inkblot could think of stood between the demon and the portal.

With that done, he went to do the same to the door. On the way he grabbed Jingletooth’s hand and brought her with him. As he began flinging more anti-supernatural stuff, he hissed, “What happened?!”

“You….you fix walls with chewing gum?”, I
asked, not able to believe it. “No wonder they keep on breaking!” I
snorted and shook my head.

We each carried a box full of the
living lumps of Breaker to the back of the open truck and inelegantly
shoved them in there. We heard muffles curse words from whichever box
had his face in it. I hope for his sake he was upside down.

“So where to? Back to where we picked you up?”

-Smartass

“Look,” the Repairman asked indignantly, “do you fix the Fourth Wall? I know what I’m doing!”

He would have gone on a bigger tirade, but he had been sculpted, splattered, framed, and terrified today. It just wasn’t worth it at this point. Besides, the Toon Patrol had just helped him with those nasty rumors.

He sighed.

“Sorry, just…yeah.”

After a moment, he sighed.

“Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.”

Bowyetta looked up from her blanket. To avoid spewing smoke in the
Repairman’s face, she tried to speak with her mouth covered, but
breathing in her own smoke only made her feel more sick, so she
uncovered her face completely. “Is being true? Bowyetta’s arrows are not
harmed?“

She laid there in silence for a moment, before Vinny spoke up. “Psst, Bowyetta~! Now is the time to say it~!”

“Oh,
um!” Bowyetta remembered. “Mr. Sir? Bowyetta is much grateful for you
have saving her. If not being for you she would not be here right now.
You know… Smithy is very much wanting for Bowyetta to be destroyed…” She
went silent once more, before speaking again. “Beepsumu is telling
Bowyetta always that ‘Susumu’ is protecting her… But… Bowyetta is
knowing what this is meaning… ‘Susumu’ is-”

Suddenly, Bowyetta sat
up in the bed. The chill she was feeling became much sharper, and she
was shaking much harder now. Despite the cold she felt something burning
on her back, as though someone were glaring at her from afar. “A-are
you also feeling of that?”

The Repairman paused, and then nodded. “Those that were hit will be back in shape in no time.”

He beamed at Bowyetta’s thanks. “I mean, your arrows did most of it…I was just along for the ride…”

He winced as he heard the name of a mun.

“…I felt something,” he finally said, after a pause. “It might…be best not to mention her…”

He would have been worried about tactfully bringing that up if Bowyetta didn’t start shivering. Clearly, referencing this “Susumu” was a bad idea anyway.

Dropped?
Her cheeks flushed. There was plenty of possible ways to describe what
had just transpired; But that seemed fairly…relaxed.
“Yes- Please. That journal mustnt fall into the wrong hands.”
Perhaps it was simply a joke. Afterall, this was the Repairman’s duty.
Hylia only knows how many por- ‘Walls’, this creature has seen. Maybe,
in his eyes, this was a much more tamer case.
This thought failed to ease the Princess’ mind. Something just didnt
feel right…Whatever it may be, she would just have to be ready for it.

“All right, just give me a minute…”

He carefully opened up the tear and stuck his hand in it. The crack slowly grew, and the Repairman’s eyes seemed to be closed in…fear?…disgust…?

Eventually, he pulled something back into this world. He risked opening an eye, to find an apple. The apple didn’t look like it came from here. It was more detailed, more well-shaded, more real.

The Repairman squealed in distress and hurled it back through the Wall.

Well, second time’s the charm. He kept one eye closed, but risked looking through with the other. It only took about ten seconds before he fished a book out and sealed the Wall with chickenwire, but it felt like an eternity.

That kind of realism was horrifying.

He regained his composure and walked up to the Princess to hand her the journal.

“Is this it?” he asked, hopefully.

Her captor didn’t see the inkblot dive into the drawer, his attention focused on the caged girl. “Songbird. I’ve got company tonight. As usual, you’ll be the entertainment. Don’t embarrass me and I’ll give you double rations for the week, understand? You know what’ll happen if you don’t, right?”

Songbird chirped, nodding her head. She could answer him, but many of her captors didn’t like it when she spoke. He seemed satisfied with that, “Then someone will be in to get you ready. Can’t have you looking like I just picked you off the street.” He gave a sneer looking at her bedraggled state until something caught his attention.

Fear flashed through Songbird as he picked up a spring that had been left behind after the repairman’s hasty clean up, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he went to put it away, in the very drawer the repairman hid in. “What? Did an inkwell leak?” He wondered, looking down at the blob of ink. Something seemed off about it.

From what he was hearing, the woman’s captor didn’t notice him. All he had to do was stay still…

And overhear everything. He gulped, hoping he could get her out of here soon. And maybe swipe some of those rations while he was at it…

He heard footsteps coming, so he stopped that train of thought and tried to hold still, in hopes this person wouldn’t notice him.

Despite the fact his eyes were firmly facing one of the drawer walls, he could hear the spring go “boiyoing” as the man waved it around. If he had a lip to bite, he would. No Toon could ignore such an easy gag.

And then the man asked if an inkwell leaked. He just couldn’t take it anymore.

An arm reached out and snatched the Spring, as the Repairman made an “mm-hmm” noise.

Once the spring was his again, he realized the issue.

Oh, please complete the joke….

Medical looked up the stairwell, but ultimately decided to stay behind. She began squeaking to Cat Slime, as though she were trying to warn him about what she saw.

Meanwhile, Jingletooth led the Repairman up to her room. It was mostly dark inside, save for the lights from several pieces of machinery, and a large, sparkling portal at the back of the room. In the center of the room, Spackledorf was laying on a bed. Except, something was different about him. He was shaking a lot, and seemed oddly pale…

Jingletooth smiled, though it seemed more nervous than anything. “He;s my little abomination!”

Cat Slime decided now was not the time for valor, so he stayed back just to provide some comfort to Medical.

The Repairman, meanwhile, looked at this pale cat in mild surprise. Having never met Spackledorf before, he figured this was the one experiment all mad scientists try…

“Oh, wow,” he said, trying to sound cheerful and surprised, “you’ve created life!”

He began to approach Spackledorf.

“You know, you shouldn’t call him an abomination,” he said, still rather casual. "I’m sure he has feelings too…“

(Askthefwrp)

Rosalina joined and watched the beacon with the fourth wall repairer. “Hmmm, yes. It’s indeed a beauty, dear sir.” She was much appreciated of the stranger’s compliment. Yes, very appreciated.

“Um, is there a place I can set this? I probably should be getting back to work…”

Ahh, of course. The star woman turned to the repairer. Seeing that her visitor gained all his mojo back, she hummed and nodded in respond. “I’ll be gladly to take it from you.” she said, taking the now empty tea from him.

“Thank you,” he nodded, handing the cup back over to her.

He saw that the crack in the Wall was actually very close to the ship now. How convenient!

As he walked up to it, he couldn’t help but gawk at the Observatory around him.

“How’d you get a place like this?” he asked, awestruck. The place really was something to behold.

Well, there would be time to look around after…after… wait…

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

“Stupid pulled the car- and I mean pulled cause I don’t trust him behind the wheel- out to the front of the building while we was talking before.” I said, standing up and brushing fine plaster dust off my keister.

Shortly after, the Breaker was boxed up in the only things the boys could find that were suitable enough: those cookie tins that grandmas store sewing supplies in. Apparently they stole them out of the Breaker’s room where he used them to hold paper clips that he stole like trophies every time he broke a wall. Yeah…I didn’t ask. Didn’t wanna know.

“We ready to go, blob?”

-Smartass

"Ah,” the Repairman nodded, noting how strong Stupid seemed to be. And, well, if his name was any indicator, the inkblot didn’t exactly blame Smartass.

“Oh, hang on a sec.”

He pulled out a rather large wad of ACME Pre-Chewed Gum and stuck it into the nearby crack in the Wall.

“All right, ready!”

Sparky “hmmed” at the Repairman’s remarks on the power of the Spirit Tracks.

“Oh, I should hope so! They were built to hold this terrible demon prisoner, like chains. The Tower of Spirits is the lock- although it’s a moot point now, Zelda and I defeated the demon for good!” he tried not to preen, really, but he did have every right to be proud of his and Zelda’s accomplishment. “Anyways, the tracks provide this sort of background protective energy for New Hyrule. It’s been… a good 1500 or so years since my adventure, and we haven’t had any monsters lurking around since then. Well… actually they’re starting to crop up again, probably ‘cause the curse finally reawakened. Anyways, we actually still use the Spirit Tracks for traveling! We just had to build some additional non-magical ones to accommodate stuff I said before.”

Green quirked his head at the sight of Inky’s pet. That was a strange creature! Suddenly a yellow blur zoomed in from out of nowhere, twirling around the ghostly heroes before floating before the Toon and his pet, giving a shy wave.

“Oh! Ah, Inky, this is Buttercup. I think she’s interested in your friend there.”

“Hello!” the yellow Luma waved.

“She’s a companion that keeps us company while we’re here, sort of like the fairies and others that accompanied us on our adventures. We adopted her from a friend some time ago.” Vio explained, since Lumas weren’t exactly native to this particular Nintendo ‘verse.

“Hehe, hi Buttercup!” Sparky giggled. “Well, anyways Inky, this porch thing here is the original Whittleton train station. Maybe the Spirit Tracks protected it or something, because it’s not a reconstruction like the rest of Ancient Whittleton! It did have to be moved a good 20 feet from its original location though. The newer trains are wider and move much faster than the ones I drove, and since it wasn’t in service anymore it was a bit of a safety hazard having it so close to the tracks.” he explained, and then noticed a train coming towards them.

“Whoa, watch out!” he called, snatching the whirling Luma from the air and pulling her back before the train could pass them. “Be careful Buttercup!” he scolded “You’re tiny and get caught up in the airstream real easily, stay in the station, ok?”

“Eeeep!” Buttercup squeaked in alarm. Her cheeks turned even rosier at Sparky’s scolding, and she drooped slightly. “Sorry Sparky, I forgot to check…”

“Oh, wow,” the Repairman replied, impressed by this story. “That’s something…”

His thoughts were interrupted by a small yellow blur. Seeing that it was a Luma, he gave a somewhat surprised wave and an “er, hi, Buttercup…”

Cat Slime squeaked a greeting, waving with one of his “ears”.

“Huh,” the Repairman said, giving an appreciative look at the station. “I bet it would–”

His train of thought was interrupted when the actual train sped past them, causing him to spin around in a whirlwind of ink for a few seconds.

When he stopped, he was quite understandably dazed for a moment or two. His eyes were white spirals, and he had a hard time keeping his balance. Cat Slime rushed over, trying to help keep him steady. After finally straightening out, the Repairman saw that his siren light was blinking. And felt his hammerspace was a lot lighter.

He looked towards the train as it chuffed away. His cart apparently got snagged onto the side. Miraculously, the toolboxes were still hanging onto it, but unfortunately, the blue one was still open…

Ugh.

“Oh, really?” he said, exasperated. “Just when I got another job, too…”

Sheerow, astute as ever, hopped from the counter and flew to his head, sitting on it to show Ravio that this was not a chuchu and also not someone bad. he always had to be the rational one. His Lorian friend sometimes just didn’t see the reasonable side.

When Ravio saw the white bird sit on the customers head, he stood up a bit awkwardly from behind the counter. Well, it did make sense. He said he wasn’t a chuchu and chuchu couldn’t talk. What really caught Ravio’s attention was the when the little visitor seemed interested in a purchase.

“Okay…so…you’re not….alright.” he mumbled to himself. Get a grip Ravio, he thought. It wasn’t like he ever cared much about a customer’s appearance so long as they were interested in buying something. “A hammer? Yeah I’ve got some hammers!”

It was obvious he was still fighting through the initial nerves and trying to regain his composure. Ravio gestured towards a wall where three different hammers were leaning for display. All three were about the same size, two were made of wood and one made of metal.

“The wood ones are around 800 each, the metal one is 2000. It’s an import so, I can’t really go much lower than that.”

“Hey, what–!”

He could feel the bird’s feet sinking into his blobby form a little. Luckily, be it buoyancy or Toon Physics, the bird did not sink into his head.

He nodded carefully as the shopkeep came to his senses. Didn’t want to jostle the bird too badly, after all.

He looked at the hammers. While he could get more mileage out of a metal hammer, to be sure, he wasn’t sure he could afford the 2000 for it. Ah well, the wooden one seemed like it’d do the job. Even 800 seemed kind of steep, but he didn’t really want to travel all the way back to Toontown just so he could come back here for a single job.

“Could I take one of the wooden ones?” he asked, reaching into his hammerspace. He pulled out a large wad of dollar bills and placed it on the desk expectantly.