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Link hummed as he fished in the river, waiting for a catch. It probably would have been easier to buy some fish at the market in town earlier in the daybut he really didn’t have the rupees for it. All he had was maybe 20 rupees in total, and that was definitely not enough for a meal. Most meats cost 150 rupees, or more, especially if it was red meat. There was so little to go around in Hyrule that he usually just resorted to fishing. Sometimes he got sick of it but well, if you’re hungry and it’s free, why not? Food is food.

Of course, he had to fish at night, in the day time, the Zora were out and about and ready to drag him down into the depths as their own personal entree. So here he sat, fire crackling next to him and hoping something would bite onto his empty hook. Preferably soon.

On the other side of the river, two blobs were also looking into the water.

“…C’mon,” Marie protested, “can’t we just get different tools-”

“I spent over sixty years getting all of those,” the Repairman replied, irritably shifting his grip on the fishing pole. “I’m getting my stuff back!”

Luckily, only the red toolbox fell into the water. Not only was Cat Slime safely in the blue toolbox, but so was a fishing rod and an oversized horseshoe magnet. It was only a matter of time before he had to see how many fish he’d have to evict from his tools.

Twang!

It felt like the magnet caught on something! The Repairman pulled back, reeling as hard as he could, but he seemed to be having trouble as he slid closer to the edge. Marie grabbed him, and together they yanked hard.

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❝ Sorry squirt, We don’t want any.

Now, S C R A M – befo’ I get mad. ❞

“O-oh, okay,” the Repairman sighed, in a bad falsetto. He knew that dressing as a Boy Scout wasn’t going to work, but some Toony part of him had to try it.

He left, putting some distance between himself and the facility before taking off that stupid getup. He wondered how that shop had ready-made disguises for inkblots.

Well, he had to get to that break in the Wall somehow. Plan B: package for Cortex Power. He prepared a crate.

Awww, don’t be like that! I don’t think it’s THAT weird. Though it sucks you don’t have a name… then again I only have a name cause I’m based off my creator… (kitterah)

Also, @kitterahsdollhouse, out of curiosity, how do you know?

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“I didn’t see no squirrel, man. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No squirrel?” he echoed, staring blankly at the transformed Scrat. Apparently, there was a guy in a squirrel suit, at least.

Wait a minute…

“I thought there weren’t any humans around here,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, it was a box that had some of my stuff in it.”
She thought about where she had hid it, it had to be somewhere around here. It couldn’t be any deeper in the wood though, as she wasn’t allowed to go that far anymore.

“All right,” he said, packing the shrink ray back into his toolbox. Looking into it, he had an idea.
He pulled out an oversized red horseshoe magnet.
“If any of your stuff is metal, you’ll see it soo–ACK!”
The magnet flipped and flew towards the Repairman’s cart, affixing the inkblot to it.
He gave an embarrassed laugh as he looked back at the rabbit.

“I dunno,” Bruce said, shaking his head. “Finnin’s still up and runnin’, goin’ full speed and causin’ every other shark species to go extinct. Commercial fisheries remain widely unmanaged, don’t get me started on by-catch,” the shark rambled, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Why was I created as a creature humans hate so much?” the shark asked, brows knit before Bruce gave a final huff of despair, pectoral fins drooping low.

The Repairman hesitated. This was more or less the first time he’d heard about this issue. Granted, he didn’t pay attention to the other side of the Wall a whole lot, but even so, this was a big problem to miss.

“I don’t know how you know all that,” he admitted, “and I don’t know how the other side works, but…I’m sorry to hear about all that.”

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…so…what do you say, Mr. Repairman?

I could probably do with more than the traditional New Year’s sleep.

(Shinko’s imagination may or may not be an accurate representation of the 4th Wall)