Marie’s voice came over the phone. “Um, hello, Bowyetta? Yeah, um… we’re kinda lost in a forest, and Repairman’s not taking it well.” In the background, Mr. Sir was laughing nervously (“The siren can’t be wrong! I’m SURE it’s this way!”) “So, you kinda look like you’re from this place, can you help at all?”

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Bowyetta was already preparing to hop through the void as Marie spoke. “Please do not being worried, Miss Marie!” she assured her. “No one is knowing of the Forest Maze better than Bowyetta! She will be there faster than you can be saying… Um, right. Bowyetta will being there soon.”

With that, Bowyetta put her phone away and hopped through the void back to her home world.

“Heh, maybe there’s just a turn HERE!” the Repairman pointed, finger shaking, at yet another identical path.

“Please hurry!” Marie said into her smartphone before hanging up. She gently tried to sit the Repairman down.

“Hey, hang on, Bowyetta’s coming, and…”

“Bowyetta’s coming here?! What if she gets lost too?! I gotta find a way through NOW before she gets…”

Marie pinched the space between her eyes as the Repairman kept raving and ranting, endlessly looping in the spot they were in.

Songbird
wiped the worst of the soot off of her face so she’d be able to see
again. Just in time to watch the lock disintegrate from the door which
swung open with a soft creak. She timidly walked to the door and
inspected it before stepping out and unfurling her wings. She still
wanted to be quiet, so her victorious chirp was quiet, but certainly
loud enough for the repairman to hear.

But the two of them could
also her her captor was back and had discovered the boards across the
door. Songbird visibly shrunk back at the banging then tried to grab the
repairman’s hand and run; only for her hand to go through his.

“You know, I work hard each and every day, and all I get– hmm?”

The Repairman interrupted his tirade to look at the bird, and finally saw that the lock was gone. He coughed awkwardly.

“Well, there goes my Acme sponsorship,” he muttered, before jumping at the sound of Songbird’s captor banging on the door. Ah, right. They still had to escape.

Plop.

He looked down at the small puddle of ink Songbird accidentally took off when she tried running. He scooped it up somewhat sheepishly and turned to her.

“Where can we go?” the Repairman asked, frantically. He hadn’t looked around the room enough to even see if there was a window. He pointed to the barricaded door. “Tell me that’s not the only exit!”

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Cuphead sighed as he sat down in a tree outside his house. He was tired from running around all day and was planning on taking a nap in that very same tree. He stretched and yawned. “Man I’m beat. Haven’t been runnin’ round like that since I was collectin’ contracts. Wouldn’t have had ta run around as much if da players were good at da game.”

The Repairman felt oddly…at home. Wasn’t this a video game world of some kind?

“Hey, um, Repairman,” Marie piped up, “…should everything be…so…weird?”

“…Yep. Your generation didn’t create the world of craziness, kid.”

They moved towards the crack in the wall, and encountered…a boy with a cup for a head?

“Oh, hi there!” the Repairman waved, as Marie warily hung back to make sure this was okay.

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“Saucers? You don’t have to do that.”

“I
think everyone would be more than happy to see you two again! And you
have to tell me about the strange countries you visited recently. My
kids can’t get enough of the stories, they’re even drawing pictures of
them.”

“…Oh wow!” the Repairman exclaimed. “You’ll have to show me these drawings!”

He beamed with pride, much to Marie’s confusion. He caught her eye and cleared his throat.

“Ah, a-anyway, we were just coming from a place called Inkwell Isle…”

“You know, Marie, you really should meet him PROPERLY,” the Repairman said, opening the front door. “He’s a nice kid, and WHO ARE YOU?!”

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“Oh come on, why does nobody remember me? Repairman, you and I know each other. We’ve been friends for years. We were going to have tea with Kitterah and your sister Marie tomorrow.”

“….”

The Repairman squinted. Well, he had dealt with Albie as a baby before. Was this the same kind of thing…?

He cleared his throat.

“Oh, right,” he said, trying to play along. “Sorry, just…new haircut?”

“Repairman, what are–” Marie began, before being lightly elbowed, “–y-you planning to…bring…tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe…er…saucers?” he managed, lamely.

The Angel’s Redemption {Boss Battle ask for askthefwrp}

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“So it has come to this” — (Repairman and Marie)

@askthefwrp

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It was a cloudy day in the third isle within inkwell isles. The atmosphere seem almost, if not already, Dreadful due to ominous winds that surrounded the neighborhood. At the far end of the isle, near a vast junkyard of sorts, was a small light blue cottage.

The Cottage itself was cute in it’s own regard, despite the obvious dreadful atmosphere that was surrounding the seemingly sweet home. The owner was a young, blonde-haired angel, hench the halo above her head that was watering her garden of white roses.

However, her halo grew a very bright yellow, indicating the danger that was coming ahead. She then placed her water kettle down, standing there with her back turned before speaking out in a rather eerily quiet tone.

💫~“…Are you here for my Payment? Then I guess we’re actually not so different after all, huh…”💫

“Y-yeah, the local devil said something about a contract,” Marie managed, nervously.

“Someone thought gambling her soul in the Devil’s Casino was a good idea,” the Repairman added, visibly annoyed.

“Hey, I was just a few points away from beating his score!” Marie protested.

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” the Repairman sighed. “I don’t want any trouble, and I don’t think you do either. Can we just get the contract, save her soul, and be on our way?”

Marie sagged. She really didn’t mean to cause all this. She was sure she could beat the Devil at the electronic game he had.

Well Alison’s head certainly felt like it was spinning as the two
started talking to her though she thinks she got most of it. They had to
do something to the wall? That part was a little hard to understand
because there were a lot of broken walls in the studio. She also
certainly knows now that these two had broken into the studio. Most
people were trying to get out, not get in, so that seemed a bit weird.

“M-Me? I’m..I’m….”

That
question was hard to answer, who was she? Alice? A mistake? A new toon
entirely? Well it was probably best to use the new name she had given
herself and go from there.

“I’m A-Allison … A-Allison An-Angel, Ally for short. W-Who are you?”

“Well, I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the male voice replied.

“I’m Marie!” the female voice chimed in.

“Sorry you had to meet us like…this,” the Repairman said, as they gestured towards their body. “Normally we’re separate, but…”

“Blenders do funny things to inkblots and paint spatters,” Marie finished.

The blob shuddered.

“Did you have to be so blunt?”

“Sorry, couldn’t think of anything else to say.”

They shook their head.

“W-well, anyway,” Marie finally said, “nice to meet you, Ally!”

They extended a long, drippy hand.

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie listened to the repairman on their way to his house happy
about the stories his new drunk friend was telling him, after all to him
they sounded believable. “Well you see friend we shadow shave places
that look familiar to us, but we have no idea why they do when we first
come to awareness of the light world. I think its because we were
summoned on those spots to begin with, but I have nothing to prove
it.”He said as he opened the doro to his house and lead the ink blob in.

“There’s
probably some stew by the cooking pot, i’ll heat it up while you rest
okay.” he added as he left the repairman’s side and walked towards the
kitchen to begin making some food for the both of them.

“Sh-sure,” the Repairman managed, no longer able to explain he wasn’t a shadow. “Thanks…Thanks for all this…Y-you really didn’t…”

Gosh, was it him, or was everything feeling heavy all of a sudden…?

“…Didn’t need to…”

He staggered forward a few feet, before finally falling fast asleep (but not before falling flat on his face). He became little more than an inky puddle on the floor, with bubbles popping up as he quietly snored.

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♬ “Oh, sorry! Ta think I almost stepped on ya!

If ya lookin’ for the bar, it’s over there on your first left.”

“Oh, no worries, I was just…”

And then Marie processed who she was talking to. That voice… She could have sworn it was the same wonderful one that was just singing…

“…Just…just looking for…”

Reason dribbled out of her mind as she began sweating a bit. What was she here for? Everything but the lovely singer was getting out of focus.“…L-looking for…someone…” she finished lamely, avoiding eye contact. “I g-guess I’ll try the bar, then…”

Susumu took a look around the box again, looking impressed. “Gosh…”
she gasped. “I never knew humans could fit this much stuff in those
little metal boxes!”

“Our kind.. Don’t live particularly close to humans,” Beep spoke up. “We don’t really get a lot of contact with-”

And that was when the strange blob started squeaking faster than the
girls could keep up with. Again. “Wha- Hey!” Susumu scolded. “I told you
I don’t know anything about these other people!” She hid behind her
arms a bit defensively. “Just… Calm down, okay? It’s gotta be a
coincidence, so don’t freak out, okay?”

Cat Slime stopped when he saw how much he was stressing Susumu out. He still wasn’t sure if this was a weird fluke or not, but he took a few deep breaths. Smiling weakly, he squeaked to excuse himself and dashed out the door.

It was muffled, but while Cat Slime’s squeaks couldn’t be heard, the Repairman’s voice could.

“Cat Slime! Get back in–!” he began to shout, but was cut off.

“Huh?…No…What…Oh…How did you…”

He sighed.

“Look, if anything, they’re alternate versions, okay? So just, calm down, keep them safe for now, and feel free to keep the scarf. Okay? …Okay, I’m going back to work, and you aren’t going to scare me like that again!”

A few moments later, a guilty-looking Cat Slime came back through the door, wrapped in an enormous red and orange scarf.

He squeaked a few apologies, then asked if anything else was needed.