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Bruce blinked, detaching his teeth’s hold from the metal with a good pull or two, leaving behind two serrated pearly whites too embedded into the metal to pull out. They’d be replaced with a new set of teeth by the next day. 

“Ye could come down whenever ye want-” the shark began only to stop prematurely. “D’ye need any help down?”

The Repairman looked at his saw. Unreliable as it was, it was his. He tried to pull it out again, to no avail.

“Nah,” he replied, adjusting his grip, “I’ll come down. Just need to…”

He tried again. And again. And again.

 "…get…this…out…first…“

She was releived to be her normal size. However she didn’t expect the inkbot to be so small, must’ve been the small size she was.

“If I’m right I was looking for something I hid around here somewhere, but then I came across some strange mist that looked like it was coming from a plant, then a few minutes after that I realized that I was this size and then this happened.”

“…Huh.”

He thought about this for a moment. He hadn’t been to this world before. Even if he doubted his need to breathe, he was sure there would be more hazards than a mist-spewing plant. He could use a bit of help learning about this universe, and how often folks here break the Wall.

Besides, whatever it was the rabbit was looking for, it seemed important.

“You need help finding…whatever it is…” he asked, wavering as he suddenly realized he didn’t catch a name, “…ma’am?”

“Aye, good idea,” the shark answered, giving a nod before opening his jaws, moving towards the metal plate ripped open until he felt the tips of his pearly whites brush the steel surface, producing an ear-splitting screech. Jaws clamped down tight and a ton or so amount of pressure dug into the metal. Bruce angled his head, pulling the ripped up part of the metal plate back and rays of light burst through the opening. 

The Repairman couldn’t help but wince at the noise as Bruce peeled the door. He gripped the saw tighter as the vibrations and the screeching caused him to shake.

He quickly adjusted, however, and looked down. It looked like it took no effort on the shark’s part to tear through the door. Better still, the inkblot could see light from here.

After a few seconds, he called out, “All right, you think I can come down now?”

“Probably because doing so would break your precious fourth wall,” said the Narrator sarcastically. “Well, it’s been wonderful having you here, a real treat, but I’ll have to ask you to leave. If you haven’t already gathered, I don’t care about the fourth wall, and I don’t like having you cluttering up this office building.”

“—,” the Repairman started, then stopped.

He was used to others not really caring about his job, but the sheer snide of this voice…

He looked at the clutter he left around. Yeah, it was a bit much, but the inkblot liked to think he was good at cleaning up after a job well done. At the very least, he could move the stuff out of sight, and out of mind.

He silently pulled a bucket from his toolbox and began cramming the junk in there. It was a bit of a squeeze, but all the clutter fit in the bucket eventually.

Once he was done, he stuffed the bucket into his toolbox. His trowel and pail of cement came out, and the Repairman pushed everything further into the office.

“Don’t worry,” he finally said, as evenly as possible, “I’ll be gone once I’m done.”

He hoped that would be soon. He didn’t know when the trend of snarky or screwball narrators happened, but it really caused issues for him.

“I reckon this’ll be just fine,” Bruce answered, opening his jaws to clamp down on the fragmented piece of metal plate. He paused, though, glancing up towards the other still hanging from the height. “Ye need any help gettin’ down from there?” he asked. Granted, even a fall couldn’t kill a Toon, but despite the constant chaos and destruction of everyday life in Toontown, the shark was apprehensive about letting someone get hurt if he could easily prevent the injury.

The Repairman stopped trying to pull the saw out. He could wait up here a bit, if Bruce no longer needed help. Well, so long as he didn’t drip.

He decided to humor the shark, despite his lack of real danger. “Um, you could try and peel it upwards, I guess.”

That might makes his descent less drastic, and less worrying for the shark.

The great white backed up with a sudden yelp as the chainsaw flew up the wall, the poor Repairman still grasping the tool’s handle helplessly. Bruce glanced about, disoriented by the sudden chaos and noise until their enclosure fell back to a numbing silence. The shark raised his head, catching sight of the Repairman further up the wall, uncooperative power tool still in hand, embedded into the wall. 

“Ye ‘lright up there?” Bruce called up, glancing back down at the saw’s handiwork; although chaotic, it had done its job. Bruce noticed a fragmented portion of light shining through the ripped metal plate. 

“Yeah,” the Repairman called back, “I’m fine.”

He adjusted his grip as he looked down at the tear he caused. He, too, could see light coming through.

“That give you enough room to work?” he asked Bruce, evenly. The inkblot was never too acrophobic; he has recovered from worse heights.

“If not,” he grunted, trying to pull the darned thing back out, “just give me a sec, and I’ll be right down!”

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“Hm? Who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

The Fourth Wall Repairman froze. He had always run into… issues in this universe. He wasn’t often called out, but now that he was…

He turned to see a floating mask with an ominous red aura. Granted, this universe hosted all kinds, but the inkblot still had the feeling he needed to tread carefully.

“I’m just a maintenance worker,” he replied. “I travel a lot, so you probably haven’t seen me.”

The Narrator fell silent. “Stanley,” he said finally – though it must have only been a few seconds – “was an employee who worked in this building. He liked to press buttons. Orders were issued to him from a monitor, dictating which buttons to press and for how long to press them, and Stanley relished every second of it. He was very comfortable with his button-pressing. Yes, he was comfortable and he was… happy.”

Suddenly he became aware of his moment of vulnerability and said, in a particularly snappy voice, “But that’s neither here nor there, possibly-fictitious repairman.”

Huh. Another relatively typecast character? Granted, the Repairman didn’t exactly enjoy all of his job, but still…

He didn’t devote much time to pondering this, though, as the Narrator quickly snapped at him.

“Hey now,” he said putting his hands up defensively. “I don’t ask about your existence!”

To the shark, who had gotten used to a good number of antics, Bruce only shook his head with an amused grin before glancing back to the door. The great white leaned over towards the Repairman, signaling the other to help him put on the protective goggles. As great as fins were, they couldn’t hold much and their dexterity was limited, at best. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Bruce answered, plastering an expression of confidence across his face. “Let’s do this.”

He carefully put the goggles over Bruce’s eyes (after pocketing the ten, of course). The Repairman couldn’t help but notice the shark’s confidence.

Well, why wouldn’t he be? He’s a great white!

After a quick nod, the Repairman tried showing a similar expression as he stepped back and revved the saw up. He managed to hold that demeanor as he pressed the tool against the metal door.

And then the saw shot up the door, pulling the inkblot with it and sending sparks everywhere.

After a couple of seconds, the Repairman stopped screaming and turned the saw off. Well. He was now dangling a few yards off the floor, with an uncooperative saw.

“Um,” he turned to Bruce, embarrassed, “I think you can start peeling now.”

“Ok this is good!”

She waited for the inkbot to stop.

The Repairman opened one eye. Yup, the ray still worked, and the rabbit seemed to be a size he was used to seeing (even if he didn’t know the exact height she was supposed to be).

He let go of the trigger, and the machine slowly stopped humming as it powered down.

Looking up at the rabbit, he asked, “So, how’d you get caught in a shrinking plant?”