“Eh… Fourth Wall Repairman…? I mean, what are you, exactly? You kinda look like these guys,” noted Crystal, pointing towards Falcon before pointing over at Bedlam. “Except you look a lot…blobbier.”
“Is he a ghost? Because I ain’t dealing with no spectrals,” said Bedlam, glancing over the table to start munching on food.
“You’re…afraid of ghosts?” asked Falcon, tilting his mask to look towards his friend.
“Me? Pffft, no! No, buddy, please. I ain’t afraid of nothing. I just… don’t want any ghosts stealing my haunting territory, ya know?” Bedlam replied before stuffing his mouth with a ‘monster mouth’ treat.
Crystal rolled her eyes, but otherwise kept her attention on the Repairman.
The Repairman looked down at himself, then looked at the demons. Eh, he sorta looked similar. Though he himself was smaller. And had fewer features. And was “blobbier,” as the woman put it. And was less defined… and looked…blander…
Fine time to get self-conscious.
His attention was thankfully diverted to the beakless demon’s worry about ghosts. The Repairman was tempted to go along with it. The idea of “haunting” the area a bit and then leaving was an appealing one. But then, it seemed that the beakless demon wouldn’t take that too well. Besides, they had actually taken his confession pretty well so far.
“No,” the Repairman said, “I’m not a ghost. I’m a Toon. An inkblot, if you will.”
He looked around.
“…So, who are you?”
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