Susumu tilted her head as though she heard something, but brushed it off. Medical, meanwhile, came over to her, squeaking for a sandwich of her own. “Alright, little lady, here’s one for you too,” Susumu said, handing Medical a sandwich.

As the girls put the rest of the food on the table, Medical plopped down next to Cat Slime and started eating. “Well, the thing is…” Quartz began. “Bowyetta and I don’t exactly have jobs.”

“Bonkakira used to work in retail, but she doesn’t anymore,” Bonkakira replied.

Beep, however, seemed more than proud to talk about her work. “Well, I’m an Engineer, and that means I solve problems. Not problems like- Er… Never mind that.” Her pixel eyes darted around in embarrassment. “Now, Susumu… I don’t know what she does up there all day. Aside from going to school and writing, I mean.”

“What about you, Marie?” Susumu asked. “Do you have a job too?”

“Oh?” Marie flinched when Beep suddenly stopped her spiel. “Y-you might have to teach me a thing or two, then!”

She caught her brother’s eye.

“…Well, outside my main mentor, of course…” she chuckled, patting his back.

The Repairman shook his head in what he hoped was a good-natured manner.

“Oh! I do have a job! My creators told me to help Repairman out, and…that’s about it, really.”

She shrugged, taking a bite out of a sandwich.

“…Yeah, that’s pretty much all they said, so I guess that’s my job…”

“They didn’t tell you either?” the Repairman asked, incredulously. At least her creators were nice enough to leave a note!

Marie could only gawk. She thought for sure her older brother would know better than she did why they were doing all this…

Bowyetta looked over at Mr. Sir, frowning when she saw he was still
looking unhappy. Well, the song wasn’t quite over yet. She still had one
more idea…

Though the song was almost over, Bowyetta began
singing along with Starla’s words. And what was more, she began copying
Starla’s moves exactly as they were shown on screen.

Beep simple clapped for Bowyetta, but she kept looking at Mr. Sir. Was Bowyetta… Trying to make him smile?

“…”

Under his breath, the inkblot began to say the words the backup singers were. Soon, though, it picked up, and he began to sing along enthusiastically, even mimicking the characters popping in and out to sing the words.

When the song ended, however, he realized what he just did, covering where his mouth would be and blushing a greyish-pink.

Cat Slime, however, was applauding the performance the two gave, even giving a couple of high-pitched squeaks.

Karaoke Bomberdog just hardened her glare even more. These… Creatures
just come into HER base, speak so rudely to her, and make her waste one
of her OWN bombs on top of it? What was she going to do if anything got
damaged? She’d be getting an earful from Phantom Bomberdog.

“There’s nothing wrong with any of the walls here,” she snapped. “Now GET. OUT. Before I call Plasma Bomberdog in here.”

It
was clear that Karaoke Bomberdog wasn’t going to let Repairman and
Marie finish their job easily. Maybe she could be distracted somehow?

“U-um, wait,” Marie stammered, eyes darting all over the place. “Erm…before you report us…you, uh…”

She blinked, realizing something odd about this…apparently vain dog (she remembered the “delicate lady” self-descriptions).

“…Could you tell us why you wear a mask? Surely a…fine lady such as yourself would….show her beautiful face all the time…?”

Yes, she was stalling for time, but she was genuinely curious. Was there some kind of horrible reason, or…?

Songbird wasted no time in taking off
from the ground, flitting over to a small window. It was open to let the
breeze in, but blocked by a screen. She hovered as best she could,
tearing at the screen with the small talons on her feet,trying to make a
hole big enough for them to slip through.

She was making good
progress, but by the way she was panting, it was getting harder and
harder for her to keep it up. the banging on the door ceased, likely
whoever had been banging had gone to get something to break the door
open more easily.

The Repairman looked up, to watch Songbird frantically tear the screen apart. He could only watch as she clearly began to get tired.

“Please, just calm down, you don’t want to hurt yourself…”

He sighed, before he realized the banging stopped. Time was running out.

“…GET DOWN!” he shouted, before lifting one of his toolboxes over his head, intent on making a hole the old-fashioned way. He just hoped the other toolbox had a ladder in it…

He steadied himself, looking up at the window. He staggered back and forth a little, before stumbling backwards to ready his throw.

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie was busy trying o find some food
for the both of them to pay attention to what the repairman was saying.
The shadow was setting the table when all of the sudden he began to
hear someone snoring. His first though was to see if Link was asleep by
his bed, but to his surprise the bed was empty; this caused the shadow
to look around the house only to spot his friend asleep and snoring.

Shalbie
stood by the repairman and looked closely at him. “Wait a minute we
shadows don’t sleep on the light world and we don’t even snore, why is
he doing that…. Wait.. NO…… He is not a Shadow!” He said loudly before
he grabbed one of the spoons he was about to place on the table and
poked his friend with it. “well he is not a chuchu since chuchus are not
black and they can’t talk… Wait he might be a Zol Gramps talked about
them! I’ll ask him once he wakes up.”

“Ghh…”

The Repairman stirred a little when he was poked. After a moment, a small grey cat-shaped blob crawled out from under him, looking around in confusion.

He looked at the Repairman, gently rubbing his cheek against him, then climbed onto him and relaxed his ears. Sleeping on the Repairman was oddly soothing.

Then he looked around, and soon saw Shalbie.

“?” he squeaked, uncertainly. He shuffled back a little bit, unsure if he was fine or if he needed to try and drag his friend to safety.

Cuphead looked down and smiled. “Hiya! Ain’t seen ya two before!”

“Yeah, we’re not from around here…” the Repairman shrugged. “Just gotta do our job.”

Marie, however, looked around uncertainly. How could the Repairman keep calm in a place like this…?

“…W-where are we, anyway…?”

“NNnope! The fourth wall was made to be broken, my friend!”

“Hmph.”

The Repairman continued digging through his toolbox before pulling out duct tape, nails, boards, a hammer, and a power drill all at once. He was clearly trying to out-pace the clown.

“Right, you keep going with that, and I’ll get my job done, thank you!”

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Coconuts was mopping the floors of Dr. Robotnik’s fortress, as usual, until he noticed a strange inkblob wondering about, leaving a black trail behind him.

“Hey! Who the heck ‘re you? And how ‘bout ya stop spreadin’ around all dat ink! Don’t ya see yer makin’ a big mess?”

“Huh?”

The Repairman looked down, to see his ink mixing with the cleaning solution this robot was using.

“Guh!” he exclaimed, leaping onto a nearby counter.

“…S-sorry about that…I swear, I don’t normally…”

He looked up at the robot in realization.

“…Do you really need to use that much water?”

As soon as that happened, however, Karaoke Bomberdog let out a
screech. Not only were these creatures rude enough to enter her base
without her knowing about it, but they were yelling at her as well? “How
dare you speak to me like that?!” she demanded. “Don’t you know how to
treat a lady?!”

As she continued lecturing, however, she
didn’t seem to notice that the fuse on the bomb was burning shorter and
shorter. “…If I wasn’t so delicate I would kick you out myself- EEK!”

She suddenly hurled the bomb across the room without warning.

Marie said nothing to that, simply glaring at the dog. She was a lady too, and even if she wasn’t a “proper” one, she at least knew they didn’t just chuck bombs around willy-nilly.

“Yeah, and if I actually had legs I would kick—AUGH!”

She dove aside, and the Repairman, focused on hitting the bomb back, looked genuinely disappointed that he missed, and the bomb exploded on a nearby wall.

“…Um, so that’s two-love, right?” he asked, before shaking himself out of that mindset. “E-er, look, ma’am, we don’t want to damage anything here, we’re just here to fix the Wall. Can we do that, please?”

If Bonk’s shades weren’t so dark, Cat Slime could’ve seen that she was blinking in confusion. “Alternate… Versions?” she asked.

The first thing Bowyetta noticed, however, was Cat Slime’s new scarf. “Oh! You look even cuter now!” She squeaked.

“Yeah… And he’s so friendly too,” Quartz smiled slightly. She could relax knowing that the group was safe.

Beep
then spoke up with a serious face. “Well, the five of us can’t go
anywhere if it’s that cold out,” she began. “If you don’t mind, we’re
going to have to stay in here, to avoid freezing to death…”

Cat Slime nodded uncertainly. At least, he knew now that his friends were not cursed or something.

Of course, that relief was quickly replaced by pride and vanity. He squeaked happily at the compliments, bending his body as if posing with the scarf.

He continued this as he went over to the kitchen, almost sashaying, squeaking to ask if they needed anything else.