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I looked over …Slimy’s shoulder and noticed the rickety old stairs. “Well…we could always carry you.”

Psycho got a mischievous look and asked, “Chair and all?”

“Yeah. Chair and all….I don’t like the way you said that.”

“What?? I was just gonna carry him upside down!”
“Well we may have to….we gotta go single file up these stairs….” I said, looking with trepidation at the narrow, decaying stairway to god-knows-what above us.

-Smartass

The Repairman was about to say something, but then loud banging came from above, followed by a deep voice calling, “Could you keep it down? I’m watching something here!”

Yup. That was the Breaker all right.

“We can take our time,” he said, carefully and quietly. “I doubt he’s gonna move ‘till we git up dere.”

He looked at his lack of a lower half (That’s just your lower half!) and sighed.

“Fine,” he finally said, dejectedly. “I’ll let ya carry my handsome mug up.”

He smoothed his wig, making sure it was as immaculate as his slimy inky hands would allow.

Beepsumu’s expression of exasperation turned to one of… Confusion? It was hard to tell with her limited facial features. “Well, you may have already guessed this, but the four of us are capable of traveling through dimensions, or at least our house is.”

Jingletooth interrupted. “Spackledorf! We’re giving our guest a demonstration!” She proclaimed as she dashed up the stairs.

Beepsumu’s eyes shifted around a bit. “Don’t worry about her, she isn’t actually going to do anything. Anyways, while we were out and about, I told Bonk not to talk to anyone, but she didn’t listen. Something about those people… They were kinda only half-human, if that makes any sense? I would’ve kept the others hidden, but as she was talking, I noticed something was up with the world. I saw it… Falling apart?” She began to look even more confused. “I don;’t know what Bonk said or did, but I knew we had to get out of there, and fast. A-and that’s what I saw, at least. I’m sorry if it isn’t much help, but…”

She was interrupted once again when the house began to shake, and a scream was heard from the corner of the room, where Bowyetta was standing. “Bowyetta is not being used to this happening!”

“What in the…” It then dawned on Beepsumu what had happened. “Oh no. She actually…”

The Repairman watched the dog leave, before turning back to Beepsumu.

He nodded. It made sense; there was a dimension for practically any set of characters. And he knew he wasn’t the only one to travel between worlds; it was actually a pretty common thing to do.

“Um… falling apart…? Are you sure—”

And then the house began shaking, causing the Repairman’s blobby body to wobble something awful. He turned to the fearful Bowyetta.

“What was–?”

He stopped. Apparently this wasn’t normal; why would anyone here know?

As Beepsumu realized, the Repairman turned to her.

“What?” he asked, frantically. “What’s happening?”

“Aww…” Moaned Psycho. “I wanna be a nuisance!”

Greasy snapped, “You’re already a nuisance, Psycho!”

“Quiet, you mugs!” I hissed. “We gotta do this quietly. Let’s sneak up on him!”

I turned to Slimy/Repairman and smirked. “Get ready. Let’s see if they’re wheelchair accessible!” -Smartass

Sli–the Repairman scooted up to the door, more softly. He carefully tried to open the door, to find that it had been locked.

No matter. The Repairman had tools. Like a screwdriver to get the doorknob off.

After passing the door to a fellow weasel, he began to move his way in.

He could see that there was nothing on the first floor but a set of stairs. The floor was dusty, and the staircase looked like it had seen better days. The boards creaked under his wheelchair as he wheeled in, looking at the stairs in knowing dread.

Bonkakira looked as thought she was thinking. “Bonkakira isn’t exactly sure herself. It happened when Bonkakira and her friends were exploring another dimension. Bonkakira remembers seeing some people who seemed lost, or maybe not even people at all… Bonkakira wanted to help them. Everything was fine one minute, then the next, Beepsumu was freaking out about something. She said that something had falled out, and then she made us all go back to the house. Upon further reflection, Bonkakira thinks she may have been drunk…”

Beepsumu looked exasperated. “You’ll have to excuse her, she isn’t going to be much help. See, Bonk’s kinda… Uh, how can I put it?”

The Repairman nodded, following just fine until “maybe not even people at all.”

At that point, he could still follow a little bit, but it was becoming painfully obvious they were thinking of two different things.

“Uh huh…”

He looked back at Beepsumu in mild embarrassment.

“I see…” he said, evenly. “So, um, what do you remember happening? From what I’m hearing, we’re talking about two different dimensions…”

I turned to look up at the garish purple building. “He’s up there? Kind of a conspicious hiding spot, ain’t it? Oh well, ” I sighed, “It’ll be easy to capture him.”

Psycho piped up, “Boss?? Can I use the battering ram on the door?? I wanna smash the door down!! I wanna break stuff!! ” and giggled with evil glee.

I admired his enthusiasm, but based on what the-blob-who-looked-like-my-brother said, it might not be best to shoot first and ask questions later…

“What do you think, Slimy- I mean, Blob? Go in guns blazing, or take a more quiet reproach? Normally I hate asking advice, but you’re the guide here,” I grumbled impatiently.

-Smartass

“You think he cares about hiding?” the Repairman retorted. Knowing the Breaker, he really wouldn’t.

He was beginning to find the idea of a battering ram kind of fun. All that property damage and panic at the sight of you…

He sighed. Even with his sculpted mind, he knew that wouldn’t be the best idea. Besides, a small part of him was shouting “YOU HYPOCRITE” at those thoughts.

“Jes’…jes’ go in quietly,” he finally answered, “But keep our—I mean your guns ready. Jes’ in case, yannow?”

He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But then, he also kind of hoped it would.

The red-haired girl looked at the Repairman. She seemed a bit confused at first, but spoke after a few moments. “Bonkakira is Bonkakira,” was her response. “Bonkakira would offer to shake your hand, but she isn’t exactly presentable right now.” Upon closer inspection,  she did seem a bit dirty, and her clothes were somewhat rumpled…

When Beepsumu reappeared from the kitchen, the dog spoke up again. “WOMAN!” She said, directing her eyes toward Beepsumu. “There is a dimensional tear in our house! I demand that it be repaired!”

Beepsumu was somewhat flustered by this. “W-well, Jingletooth, that’s actually not a tear, but our guest is going to repair it as soon as he can.”

Bonkakira raised a hand. “You mean he isn’t here to take Bonkakira away?”

Beepsumu’s face switched to an angry expression as she turned to Bonkakira. “He isn’t, and you should thank all the stars for that. I told you that messing around in other dimensions would have consequences, but…” Beepsumu stopped herself then. “Oh dear, I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be acting this way when we have a guest in our home. You wanted to talk to Bonkakira?”

“Huh…?”

The Repairman looked confused for a moment, but then Bonkakira continued speaking. Ah. One of those folks that don’t like saying “I.”

“Ah. That’s fine,” he shrugged. “I’m ink anyhow.”

How come every time this Jingletooth talked, the Repairman expected thunderstorms and dramatic music…?

“Yeah, I’m fixing it right now.”

The Repairman didn’t often see other people lecturing about inter-dimensional safety. It was… odd, to say the least. And he was starting to get the feeling they might be thinking of different dimensions.

“Oh, yes, um,” he started, “Bonkakira, could I ask, um, what happened, exactly…?”

It took Bowyetta a moment to realize that she was staring. “Oh!
Excuse Bowyetta, she was only wanting to watch.” She looked pensive for a
moment, then her usual smile returned. “Bowyetta is very much liking
fire, yes she is. It is reminding Bowyetta of her home. Bowyetta could
returning if she was wanting to, but…” Her smile disappeared again. “Are
you knowing what Smithy does to defectives like Bowyetta herself? He is
throwing us back into the furnace. And you know what that would be
meaning for Bowyetta? …It is nothing. He cannot be causing harm to
Bowyetta here. Perhaps Bowyetta is just needing of something to cheering
her up.”

At that moment, a loud banging noise could be heard
outside the house. Beepsumu stuck her cube-head out from the kitchen.
“What in the world…?”

A teal-colored dog and the red-haired girl
from before burst in through the door. “Toons Of The World, behold! I
have returned… WITH THE GIRL!”

“Oh.”

The Repairman didn’t have a concept of death. To him, unless it was Dip or something, a character could always bounce back when the story’s done. There was always a way…

But for someone to be recycled didn’t seem fair, nonetheless. At least she didn’t have to worry about that here.

“Well, if you want me to keep using the blo–”

And then there was a knock on the door. Who could that be? Yeah, this was an…interesting living situation, and yes, the Repairman came here too, but just how many visitors can this house get…?

And then the door opened, and the Repairman saw what looked like the same person from before (Bonkakira, maybe..?), along with…a dog from ToonTown Online/Rewritten/Offline/whatever-the-kids-call-it? Huh.

As the dog spoke, the Repairman couldn’t help but feel a bit of deja vu. He’d heard those inflections before…But that could wait. The inkblot had business at hand.

“Um, are you Bonkakira…?” he asked, looking at the redhead. “I heard about an issue here…”

We halted, curious about the source of the…vERY loud and annoying siren.

Stupid asked, “who is? And close to what?”

Wheezy
butted in, “The Fourth Wall Deconstructionman, you dope! And we must be
close to the Nega-Verse!” And he paused to take a drag from three cigs
at a time.

“He’s right,” Greasy said, “This must be the Nega
version of The Wrong Side of the Tracks. God knows our version of that
neighborhood never had no other colors but brown, grey, black and slimy
green. I like it….maybe it could use some flower boxes.. Maybe a cafe or
two to cheer things up……”

He trailed off awkwardly when he saw me
give him The Look. The Look meant “Quit the chin music unless you want
to speak off key for the rest of your unnatural life.”

“So we’re
here,” I began, turning towards the the fact-simile of our brother,
“What now? Is the Fourth Wall Explosionman a guy you can reproach and
make small talk to?”

-Smartass

“Yeh, and if they ‘ad a hair salon…” the Repairman considered, forgetting the fact it was just a wig.

He shook himself out of that train of thought about the same time as Greasy stopped.

“Ugh, that’s a tough one, I tell ya, I tell ya…”

The Repairman spat a large drop of ink out of his makeshift mouth. It landed on the ground with a splotch.

“He’s not as bad as some,” he said, pulling out a hankerchief and picking up the spat ink, “but only because he don’t move much. But when he does… he’s an annoying sunofa queind [Even with his changes, he still didn’t know how to swear, nor did he care] to deal with.”

He put the ink back into his form, and dropped the hankerchief.

Suddenly, he turned to the right and looked up. A boarded-up window could be seen on the second story. It seemed to be emitting a faint light. If he strained his psuedo-ears, he could hear canned laughter.

“And there’s the sucker now!” he exclaimed, pointing. His siren hadn’t let him down before.

Without hesitation, he wheeled himself around and raced to find the door.

Beepsumu looked a bit confused, but then she nodded. “Well, if you’re
certain… I don’t know what I’d do if something ended up breaking on our
account… And I still need to have a talk with Bonk when she gets here…
Anyway, we’ll get out of your way now. Come on, Bowyetta, let’s go make
lunch for everyone. I’ll even let you cut the bread.”

However,
Bowyetta seemed more curious about this process than Beepsumu did. She
sat down and kept her eyes on the Repairman, giving another one of her
smiles, while still making sure to keep her distance.

“Thank you,” the Repairman said, donning the mask.

Gosh, it was hard to see in this thing. All he could make out were the silhouettes of everything, with a deep blue behind it all. It didn’t help that the visor was pretty scratched.

Still, he could see the cracks in the Wall, and that’s what mattered.

There weren’t that many, and they weren’t that big. Still, the Repairman thought he should stick around a little after, just to make sure.

He moved over to the closest crack and turned on the blowtorch. Keeping the metal sheet on the crack, he began welding.

There. That was one down.

He turned off the torch and was about to move to the next break when he saw Bowyetta’s silhouette. Even in shadow, her smile was obvious.

“Uh, can I help you?” he asked, lifting his mask up with a confused expression.

I noticed his grimace as he talked. Maybe the sculpting wasn’t such a
good idea, but once we got to this place, I’m sure he could ditch it.

Personally
I was worried, I wasn’t used to not being the leader, not knowing where
we were going. I wasn’t gonna tell nobody that, of course, so I just
smirked, deciding to let the blob be uncomfortable a little longer..

Nobody
talked; we followed the repairman for what seemed like an hour and the
streets were becoming oppressively unfamiliar, and then the siren began
to sound.

-Smartass

In actuality, it was more like ten minutes. But those ten minutes really stretch when you’re stuck in a wheelchair against your will, in an uncomfortable form, thinking slightly more weasel-ish thoughts (not much, mind, but enough to annoy the Repairman).

They soon crossed into the Nega-Verse as if it was just next door. The bright and cheery colors of normal ToonTown were quickly replaced with reds and purples. One look at this place, and it was obvious crime and evil ruled here.

And then they heard a siren.

It wasn’t the Repairman’s. His siren light had been blinking this whole time, and he had it muted for a long time now anyway. But even if it was on, it definitely didn’t make a wail like “GEEEEEEEEETUUUUUUUUPGEEEEEEETUUUUUUP…”

Yup. That was the Breaker all right.

“There ‘e is,” he slurred, in a more defined accent, “We’re gettin’ close, boys.”

He really needed to get back soon. This body was not his.

Still, he raced as fast as he could to the source of the siren.