Bowyetta smiled as soon as she saw the Repairman. While still a bit beat up, she was looking better than before, and seemed to have more strength in her arms, as she was holding onto Beepsumu’s hand. Her smile then turned serious. “Um, Mr. Sir… Bowyetta is much thankful that you have saved her. And much sorry for getting you into trouble. She was only wanting to be saving you. …Bowyetta is never wanting to be go backing there.”

The Repairman nodded, looking around. He felt now wasn’t the time to say he would have bounced back, even if he was the one to be under Smithy’s hammer.

“Well,” he replied, “thanks for coming back for me. And, yeah, I can see why you left there; he’s like the evil version of Santa Claus, isn’t he?”

Something seemed to occur to him. He dug behind his back and pulled out the smushed arrow from before, who was still out cold.

“Hey, Beepsumu,” he asked, “Any idea if the arrows can be fixed up?”

Link stared at the crack behind the sanctuary, wondering if maybe this was how Ravio had been able to travel around between worlds. Was this one of his hidden passageways? With crossed arms, the young hero let out a curious hum.

He paused when he heard something. Movement? And some kind of metal clanging together. He was hesitant, but then again Ceres had been complaining about unexplained sounds in the middle of the night. Considering she had spent time as a painting with Creepy the Clown, he wanted to at least reassure her the freak show was long gone.

“H-Hello?” He called out, looking carefully between the crack in the wall. “Can anyone hear me at all?”

The Repairman froze at the strange (but somehow familiar) voice. He hoped, in the night, his inky form wouldn’t be seen. His siren light was hastily covered with a rag he found. A dim red could still be seen, but at least it wasn’t immediately obvious.

He carefully looked around, and saw a younger Link staring right into the crack. Oh dear. He could feel his light intensifying under the cloth as he watched the kid calling into it.

Without thinking, the Repairman went up to him and tried to push him away from the crack.

“No, no” he quickly said, “don’t look in there!”

“Oh~! Please excuse us, Mr. Sir~! We’re sort of stuck together right now~”

After a bit of waggling, the dog-arrows had gotten themselves free, and were now hovering about the house. Beepsumu was working on repairing Bowyetta, when the dog arrow spoke up once more. “Excuse me, Mr. Sir~? Bowyetta says she would like to speak to you~”

“All right,” he said. “Just let me get up…”

After a moment or two (and some grunting), he pulled himself up to his normal shape and size. After a sigh in satisfaction, he went over to Beepsumu and Bowyetta.

He moved to sit next to the broken Bowyer.

“What do you need?” he asked, plainly. It didn’t seem there was much else for him to say, really.

“Hang on, fellas~! Something tells me they aren’t leaving us behind~!“

When the rest of the dog-arrows had been led inside(including the smashed ones), Beepsumu wasted no time placing Bowyetta on the couch and dashing upstairs. “Everyone in?! I’m taking us home!” She pressed several buttons and switches, and the house began to shake as it did before.

A few minutes later Beepsumu opened her eyes. “D-did it work…?” She went downstairs to look out the window, and was greeted by the familiar white void. “Hey, everyone! We’re home!”

Bowyetta tried to sit up, but it wasn’t working so well for her in her current state. “We having done it? We are escaping? Mr. Sir is safe also? Are my arrows also being?“

“Oof!”

The Repairman flew back into the house, knocked in by a colossal clump of dog arrows, who soon formed a large ball around his magnet.

“Y–yeah,” he grunted, stuck under the pile, “I’m fine. Some of your arrows might need fixing, though…”

He tried to get out, but all he succeeded in doing was making himself a smear on the floor.

(Askthefwrp)

“Oh? You mean this green platform?” the cosmic woman asked when noticing the floating platform floating by. “It only floats in a circular path around the beacon just like its twin. My apologies if it startled you.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “I didn’t notice. Too busy focusing on the crack in the Wall over there…”

Basic curiosity got the better of him and he glanced at the pair of platforms. Just like she said, they orbited around a beacon. For whatever reason, despite his nausea, he could not stop staring at their rotation. He turned even greener, and his eyes became spirals as he fell prone onto the ground with a wet thwack! sound.

Bowyetta flinched slightly as the group held onto her, but she didn’t say anything. Beepsumu attempted to shout over the noise. “I hope this works!”

As the floor fell through, the arrow called down to the group. “Do not cry, dear Bowyetta~! You’re all going to make it~!”

And somehow, it worked.

Somehow, the group found themselves gently floating to the floor below. Smithy was nowhere to be seen. The girls were all pretty shaken, but Jingletooth was the first to say something. “We’re not going to DIE!”

Bowyetta said nothing, but her eyes started to fill up with “tears”.

Bonkakira looked down into the pit below. “Bonkakira thinks she sees our house down there!”

And she was right. When the group finally reached the ground, they found themselves right in front of the house. Jingletooth was the first to stand. “SPACKLEDORF!!” She dashed inside the house.

Beepsumu stood up. “Come on, we’ve gotta get Bowyetta inside.” Bonk helped Beepsumu lift Bowyetta, and Bowyetta shouted to the Repairman.

“Mr. Sir! Please to be coming inside with us!”

The Repairman also said nothing, only looking down to see where the floor was. He hoped there was one.

Other than nearly losing his balance thanks to the dog’s outburst, the descent was pretty uneventful.

He didn’t even wait for Bowyetta to finish talking before rushing it, second only to Jingletooth. With great haste, he began digging through his toolbox before finally pulling out a large, blue, and oddly polygonal magnet. After struggling to get his cart out of its pull, he went outside and held the magnet up, hoping this would get the arrows home.

@alinkbetweenportraits

The Repairman found an oddly large crack in the Wall here, in a Hyrule. It wasn’t the same Hyrule as the one where he met those ghosts, but he didn’t question it. The more he thought about the timeline thing, the more his head hurt and the brighter his light burned.

Instead, he pulled his cart closer and began rooting through one of his toolboxes. This should be pretty quick…

“Damn right. You don’t appreciate what we’ve done for you. We got this guy locked up and out of your nonexistent hair. We ain’t such bad guys when we wanna be. Assuming we get something out of it too. But let’s ship this guy out of here! We’ll need your help.”
-Smartass

"Well, all right,” the Repairman said.

He pulled out a couple of latex gloves and let his pseudo-hands fill them, until he could pass off as someone who had fingers. Didn’t want any of that clay stuck in him.

After a few experimental finger flexes, he picked up the Breaker’s face, with little protest. Not knowing where to put him, he just righted the wheelchair and stuck him there.

“…Hm? Oh!”
Zelda quickly adverted her eyes. Hot guilt churned heavily in her stomach, tinting her cheeks a light pink. It didnt matter what kind of creature this…thing was- it had feelings too; And it obviously didnt take to being gwaked at.
“You must pardon me; My curiosity tends to get away from me at times. I-um…Oh, I dont believe I caught your name…?”

The Repairman softened just a bit; he could understand a bit of curiosity. Still, he didn’t need the reminder of his basic, yet unusual, form.

He shook off those thoughts and shrugged.

“Eh,” he said, “Don’t have one. Just a job. Though people have called me everything from Tinker to Mr. Repairman to Inky…”

He trailed off, realizing that for something that didn’t matter that much to him, he had several names.

“…But you can call me what you want. Anyway, who’re you?”

Bowyetta couldn’t exactly move at the moment, but she still attempted to look at the Repairman. “What you be doing?”

Bonkakira waved her hand at Bowyetta. “Bowyetta, it’s Bonkakira. She brought you your things. Are you gonna be okay?”

Bowyetta smiled at them. “Bowyetta is going to manage. She is just needing some repairing…”

The same arrow from before came up to Bowyetta. “Oh, my dear sweet Bowyetta~! We have a problem~! We’ve lost a lot of our men, and the floor is going to-”

The arrow was interrupted by a loud crashing sound.

“P-problem~! This place is going down~!”

The Repairman was too focused on securing the umbrella to hear what anyone was saying. That is, until there was a loud crashing sound.

“Everyone!” he called out, frantically. “On Bowyetta! NOW!”

He just hoped the arrows could help get the fallen ones to safety. He couldn’t exactly do anything about that right now.