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“I’ve… lived through some ‘f that,” Bruce said, gesturing mildly to a scarred indent on his left side; a puncture wound, be it from a harpoon or spear. “Researched other things. Asked ‘round. Once I realized what I was, I found that m’ sources could go b’yond just other sharks…” The great white sighed. “And it turned out worse than I imagined.”
“Oh,” the Repairman nodded, grimly. He didn’t have much reference for death, but what little he did have was enough to know what that meant.
“Well,” he asked, after a moment, “I hear some of the older ‘edutainment’ Toons are getting together to work on issues…over there.” He looked back at Bruce. “You think they could help?”
Just to let people know that you will not be upset or uncomfortable if their characters do develop crushes and act/make advances to your characters! Also if you’re ok with certain characters but not others than please specify! (◡‿◡)
The Repairman nodded. Anyone could tell by the rabbit’s posture and manner of walking that he was not only awake for a long time, but also that he was very much not used to it.
It really wasn’t his business. He was just passing by. He had places to be, a Fourth Wall to fix…
He pulled his push-cart over and went over to the other Toon.
“Eh-” Bedlam’s eyes widened as the Toon twitched in his grasp. It was only a few seconds before he yelped and threw it up in the air to fly behind Falcon to hide.
Just as the Toon was thrown up in the air, Falcon stretched out his sleeves to try and catch it.
“That thing! It moved! I swear it moved!” Bedlam cried out from behind Falcon, grasping at his friend’s shoulder for protection.
Sweet relief. The Repairman finally began breathing normally. He no longer had to worry about being tickled into being revealed.
Now his only concern was where he’d land (and how).
He could see the two looking up at him, and quickly realized that this was the “worse” part of it.
Okay, light as a feather, stiff as a board, light as a feather, stiff as a board…
The Repairman began to descend, trying to keep as rigid as possible.
His eyes widened as he fell. Gosh, was this high up. He hoped he could land safely.
lightasafeatherstiffasaboardlightasafeatherstiffasaboard– Oh, for the love of-
“AIEEE!”
He began flailing, no longer caring who saw him. He just needed to find a way to get out of this predicament, to figure out how to have a soft landing, to —
WHAP!
The Repairman began seeing stars. Before he fainted, he briefly wondered if others could see these brilliant, colorful, wonderful stars.
“Barrels, right. Floating down a gentle stream in a couple’a barrels… Hey, what’s that sound? Sounds like rushing water and impending doom. There’s no waterfalls around here, is there?”
The sound of the rushing water was thunderous now. But not only that, but the water that was seeping through the boards of the barrel was rather worrisome as well,
Roger noted with growing anxiety
as he looked down at his soaked feet.
Though at the other’s words, the frantic rabbit’s head whipped back up again and he stared at the other with wide-eyed incredulity.
“Acoustics!?” The rabbit shrieked, ears shooting straight up into the air. He didn’t dare peek over the edge of the barrel. He didn’t want to know what was coming. Or to confirm it, rather, for he already knew. So instead, he simply shrunk down to await the inevitable. “I kinda would’a preffered to still be on land. At least we would’a died in one piece then! So thanks a lot!” He stomped a foot into the puddle surrounding their feet, crossed his arms, and covered his eyes with his ears. “Let me know when it’s over…” He whined.
The Repairman’s mind raced, not even noticing the rabbit’s worry as he pulled out his oversized toolbox in their already cramped space. He began to dig through it frantically, oblivious to the fact that the extra weight meant more water was seeping into the barrel and mixing with his inky form.
C’mon, c’mon, gimme something!
He was briefly snapped back to his surroundings by the former Hollywood star’s outburst.
“Sorry,” he sheepishly mumbled, "I don’t know why I thought that would comfort you.“
He resumed searching through the chest, resorting to throwing some helmets, boxes of nails, an inflatable pool, and a baseball bat out of the barrel entirely. His eyes brightened as he saw something, and just as he was about to pull it out, he heard Roger blaming him. The splashing and shaking from the stomp didn’t improve his mood, either. He snapped up to face the rabbit, pointing an accusing finger.
“And whose shenanigans exposed us? I didn’t even know you were there till you blew my easy travel!”
Besides, he thought, we wouldn’t have died either way, right? RIGHT?
He shook his (for lack of a better word) head, trying to push those worried thoughts away. It was hard, seeing as there was a more famous and heroic Toon than he breaking down in front of him. He pulled a large blue umbrella out of his toolbox. Picking up and closing the box, he opened the umbrella, creating a makeshift lid.
“Well… at least we have shielding,” he sighed, “so long as we hold on.”
“We were just curious about this strange crack in the universe. We did not mean any harm by it.”
I thought I was the only one who could.
“Records show that the strange happenings have been going on for approximately a month… we get our orders on paper… sometimes. To be honest, in the war, mostly the local sergeant takes command to defend.”
But that’s, of course, assuming this organization of yours has been in action for less than a year…
Siblings-a-Fixin' 