Real life.
Now where had she heard that term coined before? It was rather hard to think about that while she watched the creature before her- Where did he even pull that bucket from, anyways?
“Um…Have you heard of Anon creatures? Ive only seen one; But Kitterah told me about the Gods and Goddesses that reside beyond in that realm.”
Studying the thing again, perhaps he (…it?) was an Anon…Or perhaps a distant kin from them.

“Oh, you know Kitterah too?” he asked. “Nice anon, but the only named one I know…”

He looked around. That talk about gods and goddesses didn’t seem to be doing any damage…

“…Yeah,” he admitted, “that’s pretty much how it is.”

He noticed her eyeing him oddly. He indignantly shrunk back a little, dragging the bucket with him.

“Hey,” he said, irritably, “I know I don’t…exactly…fit here, but do you have to stare?”

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“Carry it? IF there was a reason to… I’d likely tie it to myself if not just carry it in my hands.” Ace shrugged, not quite seeing what his strange visitor was getting at. “I’m not a toon though, so I wouldn’t be able to use this ‘inventory’ either right?” The repairman being the only toon Ace had ever met, it seemes logical that he’d think all toons look like the repairman.

“Uh…”

The Repairman remembered that many Toons don’t identify as such.

“…actually, you kind of are…”

Oh gosh. This was gonna be tricky. The Repairman stood up, ready to kick open his toolbox just in case.

“…You could use an inventory, I think.”

Ace simply laughed “There’s no way I’m a toon, but I’ll humor you. Tell me how to use an ‘inventory’ and I’ll try.” He didn’t see the harm in trying, but he didn’t expect it to work.

“Ah, well, just take this,” the Repairman instructed, handing over the yardstick, “then you…”

He paused. He hadn’t really thought about how his hammerspace worked, let alone anyone else’s.

“Well,” he tentatively continued, gesturing vaguely, “…then you just pack it away. Um, hang on…”

He tried to pantomime putting the yardstick away like he had a coat with inside pockets.

“Or maybe…”

He put his imaginary yardstick up, over, and behind his head.

“It could be…”

He pretended to swallow the thing. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.

“No, don’t do that last one…”

“Who’s ‘she’?” I thundered, sounding disturbingly like a jealous girlfriend, “who are you working for??”

Greasy flicked open his switchblade. “Don’t make us get physical, you lump!”

We all moved around him, weapons brandished. “Come on! Tell us!”, I barked.

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"Look,” The Breaker said, raising his hands defensively, “I just wanted my job to be easier, and she gave me the idea!”

He coughed.

“I’m not saying anymore until I get a lawyer!”

The Repairman rolled his eyes and pulled a briefcase from behind his back.

He nudged the Toon Patrol aside and opened the briefcase so only the Breaker could see the contents. The Breaker’s pseudo-eyes widened as he gasped.

“All right, you got me,” he said excitedly, reaching for the briefcase, “it was Nega-Minnie.”

After a moment’s pause, he looked at the camera.

“Bit of an anticlimax, wasn’t it?”

The Repairman winced, but said nothing.

Beepsumu reached out to stop the Repairman, but before she could get a word out, the room was filled with the shouts of the angry Bowyers, as they began chasing and firing arrows at the source of the noise.

Bowyetta, on the other hand, screamed and hit the deck as soon as she heard the siren. She nearly got herself trampled that way, but at least now she was easier to tell apart from the rest. The dog-arrows from before returned to her hair. “Oh, Bowyetta~! Fear not, we’ve returned to you~! But our new friend may be in trouble~!”

Bowyetta sat up and attempted to shout to the Repairman. “Wait! Do not be to provoking them! If one of those arrows is hitting you…” She stood up and attempted to stop them herself.

Beepsumu grabbed her and pulled her back. “Wait a minute! What’s going to happen to YOU if you get hit?”

“B-but… He is being in much danger…”

“It’s alright, we can go after him. But don’t try to handle it yourself.” Beepsumu stood up, leading the group out of hiding, and tried to chase after the rioting mechanical hoard themselves.

The Repairman, meanwhile, saw arrows fly past him and looked back as he fled. Thankfully, these guys appeared to be lousy shots, at least when running. The arrows that would have struck true were pretty easy for the inkblot to dodge. He only had to bend his body a certain way, then snap right back.

Still, he didn’t know how long his luck or his stamina would last (both were notably inconsistent). He turned into the nearest doorway and quickly muted his siren. Hopefully, if he could just cover up his siren, he could just wait for the Bowyers to run past…

No dice. Those guys could be fast.

The Repairman was paralyzed by surprise, and then paralyzed by an arrow. He could only shout “hey!" as his attacker picked him up and showed him to the others. He heard a few clatters; apparently they knocked his hammerspace loose. His few belongings fell to the floor, but the mechanical monstrosities didn’t seem to care. They were too excited about their new, dripping discovery, apparently. A chorus of "Nyas!” and various chatters flooded the area.

They went to carry him who-knows-where, while he just kept protesting, shouting things like “Lemme go!” and “What’re you doing!” the whole way. That seemed like the right thing to do. Heck, it seemed to be the only thing he could do. That and drip. Apparently these guys didn’t care about inkstains on them or their floor, either,

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Songbird ignored him at first, she wanted to go home. Heedless of her environment she walked forward until she reached the “sunflowers”, but they were actually the bars to her cage. She tried to go through them, she tried moving them but she couldn’t get through them at all. That’s when the illusion broke. The vibrant colors she saw and the joyful song she heard faded, leaving her to look at the same opulent room she’d been looking at for years, through the same bars that had held her just as long.

Tears welled up and she sniffled feeling defeated, but someone had promised her out… She looked for the voice to see the Repairman not far off. She gave a sad, questioning chirp.

The Repairman could only watch as the poor bird woman walked into the bars and realized where she actually was. He shook his head sadly.

He couldn’t speak songbird, but he assumed the chirp was at least somewhat interested…

“Yeah, I can try to get you out,” he optimistically said.

He looked around the room for a moment, then turned back towards the captive, gesturing towards the locked door.

“…Any idea where the key might be?”

The dog arrow picked itself up out of Bonk’s hand. “Oh~! You found her~! Now, we just need a way to get to her~”

Beepsumu tried whispering to her. “Hey! Bowyetta, we’re over here!” Bowyetta didn’t seem to hear at first, so Beep tried again. “Bowyetta, it’s us! If you hear us, give us a signal or something.”

Bowyetta quickly perked up, her smile returning as she turned toward Beepp. She was about to call to her, but stopped herself when she saw Beep’s expression. She looked around in her hair-space, searching for something to signal the others with.

Beep’s face went from serious to shocked when she saw Bowyetta produce one of her dog arrows and load it into herself. She tried to stop her but-

Uh oh.

Despite all of Bowyetta’s paint, the arrow burst into flames as soon as it struck against her body. As it streaked towards the group, the dog-arrow shouted at the top of its voice. “Tallyho! Tallyho, Bowyetta, let’s burn the place down!” The arrow very nearly grazed Beepsumu’s head, almost giving away their location, and the room suddenly fell silent, save for the constant noises of machinery.

The dog arrow whispered to the group. “Now would be a good time to hide~ I do not know what the Bowyers will do if they see you~”

The Repairman let out a reflexive “yow!” as a searing arrow flew shouting above him.

Well then. So much for sneaking back out.

He turned to look at all the machines, as they all turned towards the one he recognized. Of course it couldn’t be that simple.

He seemed to realize something, as he motioned for the rest of the group to stay where they were.

“Meet ya back at the house,” he whispered.

And with that, he began moving more towards the outskirts of the crowd of robots.

He looked to his siren light, still blinking bright red. Without moving it, he opened a panel he wished he didn’t have to open again. Behind it was a knob, and several buttons.

He braced himself, and turned the dial all the way to the right.

WHEE-OOO! WHEE-OOO!

All the Bowyers jumped and turned to look at the Repairman. Without another word, he covered where his ears would be and fled the room, hoping they would give chase.

Curiosity replaced Galanthus’ grumpiness as he watched the Repairman’s body shift and teeter over to a spot near his flowers. He watched as the other fell over and splattered. Once the Repairman literally pulled himself together, Galanthus burst out laughing. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that! His altitude even dropped from laughing so hard. It would be a few seconds before Galanthus got himself under control.

Somehow, though the moment was still slightly embarrassing, the Repairman found something felt right about all this.

He beamed for a couple of seconds, but quickly shook himself out of it. He still had a job to do, after all, and he needed to recover from that blooper. He didn’t bother to shift as he approached the crack. He tossed the hammer and nail aside and pulled out his trowel, which already had a generous amount of wet cement on it.

He reached over to the crack and quickly sealed it. There. No damage…

Until the large smear began to drip. Towards the flowers.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, before reaching out to catch the cement. He didn’t realize the problem with this until there was too much on his hands to move safely.

“Erm…” he said, sheepishly turning his eyes towards the fairy. “…Any ideas?”

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“…Huh.”

He would have to remember that. Maybe not cement and staples, but rocksneeded to go into Fourth Wall cracks.

Immediately, he realized the problem with this and shook his head. Nah, that would make things worse.

“Um,” he started, considering the options. Definitely not the underwater temple (not with an inky body)…Oh, gosh, several neat-sounding options. But did Sparky say…

“…New kid?” he asked. “You mean, a new hero?”

It would actually be kinda nice to see the new guy. Besides, it might help if the “flesh-and-blood” incarnation knew about the Wall, too…

“Yeah, the new kid’s the next Hero! He’s actually the reason we’re all haunting the mortal plane right now… we’re supposed to help him later. Apparently he’s going to try to break the curse that’s been causing Ganon and Vaati and all those crazies to try to take over the world!”

Sparky puts a hand on Green’s shoulder, trying to get the energetic Hero to calm down a bit.

“When he finds out about the curse, that is. Don’t forget he’s not supposed to see us yet!” Turning to the Repairman he clarifies “He hasn’t exactly had his ‘calling’ yet, so if you want to get technical he’s not the Hero yet. He could still say no, but we’re sort of chosen based on the fact that we wouldn’t, so, you know. He’s the new Hero.”

Sparky leads them to the nearest train depot, showing the Repairman a spot on a train heading for Whittleton where they can all hitch a ride without falling off. They could walk, but it was sort of far and he didn’t know how fast the ink blot could move. That and he just really liked being on a train.

Nearly an hour later the train pulled into Whittleton, and the group disembarked and the Heroes started looking for their charge. A brief glance at the time told them that he ought to still be at school, so Sparky led them north from the depot. They arrived just after classes let out for the day, but before they could curse their timing Vio recalled that Link usually stayed late on this particular day of the week to walk home with Zelda later. A brief reconnaissance of his usual haunts found him and his best friend in the music building.

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“Heh, yeah.”

As a pretty typecast Toon, the Repairman understood that there wasn’t much point fighting what you were born/made to do.

As they went through the campus, looking for the new Link, he tried to slink closer to the walls, though there was little point (most students seemed too busy leaving to notice anyway).

As they followed the pair (the Repairman could have sworn he should be knowing the woman), he couldn’t help to be in awe at how adorable the two friends were together. These were definitely the stars of the show, so to speak.

And then Link started to play a melody. Toony instincts kicked in, and the Repairman obliviously began bobbing along to the tune [[Link for those that haven’t heard it]]. All the while, he kept watching, wondering where this was going.

The dog arrow tilted itself. “I know exactly where she is, Mr. Sir~ Just please be careful in the next room~”

The next room was filled with even more strange mechanical creatures. They all resembled Bowyetta, except there was something different about them. Somehow even more unsettling that she was, and that was saying something.

“Please try not to be too loud~” the dog arrow whispered to them. “Bowyers tend to get riled up easily~ We can’t risk anyone starting a riot here~”

Beepsumu looked around. “Fantastic. How are we supposed to find her in all this?”

“Bonkakira seems to remember that Bowyetta is blue and has red hair.”

“How is THAT supposed to help us? They’re all painted the same color!”

It was then that Beepsumu remembered that they were still painted gray from before. They couldn’t go around touching every Bowyer they saw, but maybe Bowyetta was a bit more recognizable now that her paint had come off a bit. “Just… Keep looking. I have a feeling we’ll know her when we see her.”

The Repairman started to browse the crowd of Bowyers, seeing if he could find the one he came in with.

Even though he knew that she looked different from other Bowyers (glasses, different hair, and shorter teeth), he had a hard time distinguishing anyone apart. He realized this must be a video game universe, and he had a vague idea which one…

Suddenly, he saw a small streak of pink and blue in the mass of metal bodies.

“…I think I see her!” he called to the others, as quietly as possible.