“It’s a monster!” Link jumped up on his feet and ran for the supposed Poe before him. The boy took his soup ladle and began bapping the repairman over the head repetitively. “Spooky Poe monster you gotta go cause mama and papa don’t like no good thieves and liars!”
“Ow! Hey! Stop it!”
Ripples went over the top of the Repairman’s inky scalp as it was repeatedly struck with a ladle. Finally, he grabbed at it, not trying to snatch it from Baby Albie (“Balbie”, if you will), but just holding it in place.
“Look,” the inkblot said, exasperated, “I’m no monster. I was just coming over because a friend said something weird happened…”
He was tempted to add “…and clearly it did,” but thought better of it. That would just make things worse; clearly the kid had no memory prior to this. Instead, he gave a friendly smile and began to move for his tool cart, which was parked right outside.
“Hang on a sec…”
He just hoped Cat Slime wouldn’t mind…
Siblings-a-Fixin' 