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“Toons are supposed to make people laugh….”

xhcly-shenanigansx:

💫~“Well…i do agree with you toons are meant to be mainly entertainers for children, but I’m slightly more different than any other toon. You see, I was created to bring the world peace, mortality, and faith to childrens and adults everywhere. Besides I’m not really good with ‘Humor’ per say”~💫

At least Madeline wasn’t wrong about her creation, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was even meant to be funny or not.

The Repairman sighed.

“…At least you were made for entertainment of some kind,” he said, sitting down. It was clear from the way he did it he put a lot of practice into making his blobby inkblot form have a clear “sitting” look.

He wasn’t entirely convinced that real-life humans didn’t just all have broad (if sick) senses of humor, though, but it wasn’t worth fighting over that.

“I was just made to fix the Fourth Wall. I wasn’t made as an entertainer at all!”

The Angel’s Redemption {Boss Battle ask for askthefwrp}

xhcly-shenanigansx:

“So it has come to this” — (Repairman and Marie)

@askthefwrp

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It was a cloudy day in the third isle within inkwell isles. The atmosphere seem almost, if not already, Dreadful due to ominous winds that surrounded the neighborhood. At the far end of the isle, near a vast junkyard of sorts, was a small light blue cottage.

The Cottage itself was cute in it’s own regard, despite the obvious dreadful atmosphere that was surrounding the seemingly sweet home. The owner was a young, blonde-haired angel, hench the halo above her head that was watering her garden of white roses.

However, her halo grew a very bright yellow, indicating the danger that was coming ahead. She then placed her water kettle down, standing there with her back turned before speaking out in a rather eerily quiet tone.

💫~“…Are you here for my Payment? Then I guess we’re actually not so different after all, huh…”💫

“Y-yeah, the local devil said something about a contract,” Marie managed, nervously.

“Someone thought gambling her soul in the Devil’s Casino was a good idea,” the Repairman added, visibly annoyed.

“Hey, I was just a few points away from beating his score!” Marie protested.

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” the Repairman sighed. “I don’t want any trouble, and I don’t think you do either. Can we just get the contract, save her soul, and be on our way?”

Marie sagged. She really didn’t mean to cause all this. She was sure she could beat the Devil at the electronic game he had.