Curiosity Killed the Blot

The Fourth Wall Repairman stepped into what looked like… a pencil-drawn studio?

Apparently one that had been deserted for some time. The walls and ceiling were coming apart. Oddly enough, a lot of the posters and some wooden cutouts of…someone…were all over the place, and seemed to be in pretty good condition for being abandoned.

As he went through the halls, he wondered why it looked like some things were operational. Maybe it was just a shoddy building, and the people had gone home for the day.

And then the inkblot saw a large machine of some kind. It had a huge tank of ink on one side, and a nozzle on the other. Obviously it had seen some use, as there was a large dried ink stain on the floor under the nozzle. Curious, the Repairman took a closer look at the stain to see what kind of ink it was. Within a few seconds, he recoiled. He had never seen ink like that!

He yelped as he backed into something, or someone…

Lousy Play

@wariowareweirdos

The lights flickered on as a small inkblot shuffled into the room. It was night, and he did hope that everyone was either asleep or out of the building. He would have a hard time explaining this otherwise.

As he crept up to the machine on the other side, he looked around to make sure he was in the clear.

He plugged the machine in, and immediately it started blaring chiptune music as Wario’s face appeared on screen, with the words “PRESS START” blinking below.

The Repairman looked at the controller with some uncertainty. He hadn’t really played a game before. He had been in video game worlds, sure (he was in one right now), but he hadn’t actually played one.

Still, he had to see if this was breaking the Wall, so after a minute of searching he pressed the start button.

Looking Back on the Warner Lot

@warneriisms

The Fourth Wall Repairman wandered around the back parts of the lot. It had been more than a decade since he had to frequent this place, but he still had to revisit it from time to time.

Now, however, he thought he’d try and find out why this place was such an issue for him in the ‘90s. Sure, he had caught glimpses of squirrels, mimes, mice, and 30’s-looking characters (just to name a few), but their actions were rather fast; the Repairman often lagged far behind to fix a variety of breaks left in their wake.

And, well… they were main characters, and this was their universe. Talking to them during the show just wasn’t an option.

The Repairman sighed. Ah, well. Maybe he could find someone to ask, now that he didn’t have to worry about all that so much. Might as well do something while he tried to figure out where the break was this time.