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Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.

The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.

“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”

He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.

“Look, just don’t step on my flower-” He pointed to the patch of snowdrops again, “and you can do whatever you want. I don’t care about the others.”

“All… right then.”

The Repairman wondered if the other flowers belonged to anyone else. He would rather not risk it…

Schlorp.

Around two-thirds of the ink his lower half were shifted to his upper half, giving him the general look of a whimsical balloon designed by H.P. Lovecraft. As he found out, this also made him rather top-heavy. He teetered this way and that, slowly making his way towards the crack in the Wall while trying to keep his balance.

When he finally got to it, he pulled out a hammer and nail. He readied the nail, pulled back the hammer…

…And fell onto the ground. Thankfully, not onto the flowerbed, but still, he splattered.

After a moment’s silence, the inkblot pulled himself together and got back up, none the worse for it, though somewhat embarrassed.

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In fact, the repairman was already closer to the starship as a tall, blue feminine figure floated by. The lady stopped and noticed a gap in the left corner of her cosmic blue eyes. She turned and saw a stranger through that gap.

The cosmic woman stood for a slight second, watching what the person was doing, and floated toward it closely as possible before she can speak.

“Excuse me?” she softly greeted and tried not to spook this stranger.

“…Yes, can I hel–”

The Repairman turned to see a tall, blue-dressed woman floating next to him. If it was anywhere other than this place, or she hadn’t been floating, he would have continued as normal.

As it was, he had to suppress a gag reflex. His body turned even greener from this sudden reminder of how low gravity could be.

He quickly tried to regain his composure and looked back up at the woman.

“Sorry. Liquid bodies don’t do well in space.” He gestured towards himself. “Am-am I in your way?”

He preemptively began pulling the board he was laying down back. He could always rebuild a bridge.

“No, not after us. Before us, there were two other heroes who used the Four Sword, well actually one of them forged it. The various sacred swords are remarkably picky about who can wield them, so I don’t think anyone but a hero who needed it could draw it in the first place.”

The group reached their first destination, a large city bounded by high light gray limestone walls adorned with banners depicting the royal crest. Within the walls the streets were paved with a different, reddish-tan colored stone. All the traffic was due to pedestrians and cyclists, and there were very few motor-driven vehicles in sight. The buildings were all obviously very old, built of the same stone as the streets, although many displayed modern signs advertising the businesses inside.

Further north a splendid castle could be seen rising above the walls of the city. It’s walls were the same pale gray as the walls of Castle Town, and it had blue tile roofs and more red and gold banners hanging from the parapets. Several large stained glass windows could also be seen, depicting important figures in the kingdom’s history.

“So this is Castle Town. It actually hasn’t changed much- apparently it’s been designated as a historic city or something, so they can only renovate the inside of the buildings, and not the historically significant ones. It’s probably the only major city that doesn’t have automobiles within the historic parts. It’s expanded since my time, obviously, but all the development has been outside the walls. They’re mostly residential areas though.”

“Ah,” the Repairman replied, packing away his cart in his hammerspace by shoving it aside. “I wondered why I never saw a lot of people wielding those things.”

He looked around in awe at the town. The ghosts weren’t lying; thing were definitely more modern around here. Well, apart from the architecture…

Well, the Repairman had seen weirder mixes.

“…Pretty nice,” he said, softly. “Wonder who maintains it all…”

His eyes turned back to Sparky. He listened intently to the explanation of Castle Town. It wasn’t often he was able to tour a place!

“Huh,” he said, approaching a nearby shop. “It’s aged pretty well, I have to say…”

He examined one of the walls closely. Was it more maintenance workers like him, good material, or the fact that folks didn’t attack it constantly…?

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Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.

The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.

“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”

He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.

“What the-” The red armor-suit turned towards the noise, and he noticed the flint on the ground. “Hey! Where’d this thing come from?”

The blue one followed him. “I told you, they’re falling apart. We’ve gotta…”

Bowyetta was the first one to make a run for it. She was panicking a little more than a bit, so she didn’t really pay attention to where she was going, or respond when Beepsumu called to her, “Bowyetta! Wait for us!”

On her way out of the room, Bonkakira stopped to help the dog-arrow that was stuck in the wall. “Are you okay?” she asked.

The dog arrow spoke once more in its odd sing-song voice. “Thank you~! May I go with you~? I can help you find Bowyetta~”

The group caught up with Bonkakira. “Hey, what gives?” Beepsumu huffed. “Bowyetta’s in danger!”The dog arrow continued. “Please, calm down~! I know where she might be~”

The Repairman watched as Bonkakira pulled the arrow out of the wall, making sure she continued beating feet after that. Those guards weren’t gonna keep peaceful, from what he was hearing.

The Repairman looked around, trying to get some bearings in this place.

“Um,” he replied to the dog arrow, “she wouldn’t happen to be that way, would she?”

He pointed in the direction of the cracks in the Wall. His siren light would not stop blinking.

“‘Cause…I think your house is that way.”

The Narrator watched as some sort of bizarre, cartoony creature seemed to spill out of the toolbox. Oh. It was that thing again.

“…hello,” said the Narrator. “You’re not going to try and fix that stupid wall, are you? Because it won’t work – that’s the nature of the game.”

The Repairman got up and dusted himself off. He bristled at the Narrator’s comments.

Yeah, I’m sure a humanoid Narrator was part of the game too.

“At the very least,” he said aloud, “I can try some damage control.”

And with that, he began to gather his things back into the toolbox. He had work to do.

I saw the Breaker stumble around, mumbling something about a toad. While it looked like he was quickly coming to his senses, I looked over towards the Repairman, who was reforming himself back into a weasel shape after being squished, and the boys.

“We gotta jump him! While he’s still in la la land!”

We all pinned him down, with the Repairman still primping himself as he wheeled himself towards us like nothing mattered but his wig.

“All right,” I crowed triumphantly, “we got you! And we got some questions for ya!”

“Boss…..,” said Wheezy, uncertainly, “This guy is lazier than anyone I’ve ever known. Do you think that he’d even be capable of breaking walls, let alone thinking of ways to sabotage the Repairman?”

-Smartass

Yes, he was shifting back into a weasel form, but one that more resembled his self-sculpting. At least his wig was still on over the light. Though, there was somehow less heart put into his preening…

“Ha ha, yeah!” he said, enthusiastically, “You’s in big trouble, unless ya tell us–”

He was interrupted by Wheezy, whom he glared at. He shook his head; he knew the answer to that question. Though why would such a lazy blob try to sabotage him…?

The Breaker, meanwhile, looked at Wheezy as if he had grown two extra heads.

“Dude,” he exclaimed, holding up the broken hammer. Even when practically snapped in two, it was impressive. “Did you not see the huge mallet?! I would hope I can break the Fourth Wall, and maybe the first three too! Heck, you shoulda seen the job I did the other day, in your ToonTown. I bet everyone knows my name there! Gotta lotta cash doing that, too.”

The Repairman, meanwhile, found his form slowly melting back into the normal blobbish shape. He tried to keep it weasel-like, but it just wasn’t going to stay. Not after a fall like that.

“Hey boss,” he whispered, frantically trying to get the pink one’s attention by tapping him on the shoulder. Luckily, the breaker wasn’t looking in that direction.

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The Repairman dreaded going to space. Not for lack of air or agoraphobia, not even for fear of what could be in space; he loathed it because his inky body seemed to move every which way in low-to-zero gravity.

Still, a job had to be done, so he packed his things and headed to Space Junk Galaxy. He wondered who’d break the Wall in a system that hadn’t had any notable activity for years.

As soon as he went from Lower Toontown to Space Junk Galaxy, his whole body began churning, and he quickly started to look a little green.

Bear with it, this’ll be a quick job…

And then groaned as he saw that the break in the Wall was on the other side of a vast empty space. He slowly moved to the edge and looked around, seeing if there was an easy way there. There didn’t seem to be one, but he could have sworn he did something move in the distance…

–

Actually, more like he saw something moving from a distance. Now, his eyes weren’t lying at all. There was something moving. It was big as if was a moon. It was a palace, but no, more like a ship since this big thing moved on its own. It was a palace and a ship—no wait. A starship. That’s more like it.

The Repairman couldn’t help but gawk at this spaceship. At the very least, it distracted him from his nausea, and it was quite a sight.

He shook himself, and got back to the job at hand. He didn’t want to just jump across the gap (not in his state, anyway)…

His siren light blinked a burning bright red as he dug in his toolboxes for something to help. A vaulting pole? A miniature catapult? A springboard?

None of them seemed to help…

As he dug through his inventory, he failed to notice that the starship was closer still. He pulled out an armful of planks and began to build a bridge between his platform and the crack in the Wall.

He was still oblivious to the fact that this gap was apparently in the path of the starship, even as it was less than two-hundred feet away from him.

The toolbox seemed to move a bit, and – were those eyes peeking out underneath the lid? “Hmm,” murmured the Narrator. He sounded as if he very much wanted to walk into the room and poke the green toolbox.

And then something walked into the room and poked the green toolbox.

“Oh,” said the thing. It had the Narrator’s voice, and looked in every aspect like a human – like a man wearing a dark suit and red tie – but there was something indescribably off about the face.

“Oh – well, that was relatively successful!” said the man, spinning around once to gaze at his surroundings. “I’m human! Sort of. The Narrator, new and improved, 2.0, custom-tailored physical form! What’s this toolbox? Have I seen it before?”

Ugh, there was no escaping it. In spite of himself, he felt those old Toony instincts kick in. He just had to make a show of himself. He just had to.

As the human version of the Narrator looked around, the inkblot sank into the toolbox, shivering. He was trying to resist, trying to resist, trying to resist…

Of course, it was at this time he forgot about the laws of irony.

As he shook, the toolbox rattled and vibrated, until finally it toppled off the desk, sending the Repairman half-rolling, half oozing out onto the floor. Assorted tools fell out with him and scattered in an oddly clean manner.

The inkblot clutched his head, eyes still spinning. When they finally slowed, they focused on a trowel, which he enthusiastically picked up. And then looked up at the owner of the shoes the trowel was next to.

“Oh, er…hi,” he said, somewhat sheepishly. He hoped a week wasn’t too soon.

“STOP!” Galanthus flew in front of the Repairman’s face. “Back up a step or two,” the irritable snowdrop fairy demanded.

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The Repairman flinched, leaning back a little. Dang, he…she…this character was pretty quick to get into his personal space.

“Oh, uh…” was all he could say for a moment or two. Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea to question this elfin person right now.

“…Okay then.”

He took a look behind him, and tried to mentally measure “steps” for someone like him. A couple of seconds later, he found an answer he liked and shambled back about a foot and a half.

“Why?” he asked, evenly. He couldn’t see any issue from where he was…

Galanthus had to get into personal space, most people wouldn’t see him otherwise.

In answer to the repairman’s question, Galanthus pointed down at the ground where a cluster of snowdrops were blooming. “You almost stepped on my flower. Can’t have that.”

“Your… flower..?”

He looked down, and saw that, yes, there was a flower. Huh. He never worried about it before. Most flowers he trod over seemed fine, albeit covered in ink. Was that a problem…?

“Oh, um, sorry,” he apologized to the little androgynous fairy. “…It’s a nice flower…um…”

He wasn’t sure what to say, really. He never really paid too much attention to inanimate flora before.