Scratchings of the Phonograph
*(Are you sure about this?) *(Are you implying we shouldâve gone with the first option?) *(What? No!) *(Then yeah, Iâm sure!)
Wander glared down at the object of his frustration, as though he could intimidate into functioning. Yet the vintage phonograph he salvaged from the dump remained inoperable. It was as if the days he spent disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling the blasted thing didnât matter at all!
*-Knew youâd be more trouble than youâre worth.-
Hm, nope. Grumbling still isnât fixing it either. With the only other option available likely to end in their incarceration, there really wasnât a point in debating the issue. Not that there was a point in the first place, Wander was just delaying the inevitable. He never was all that thrilled at the prospect of meeting an unknown element. But dammit, he wanted those hours of maintenance and cleaning to mean something! So Plan B it was!
Plan B of course consisted of visiting the local handyman. The amalgam had seen him a few times in Snowdin, a cat monster making trips to the various businesses and residences. Seemed a decent enough sort, though he usually looked less than pleased whenever he went to Grillbyâs. Wander had a sneaking suspicion that it had nothing to do with paying a tab.
So the goopman did what any recluse is obligated to do when approaching a new person. Make things a tad bit awkward! The next time William left his home Wander would be waiting for him, sitting by the edge of the road with the phonograph. The moment he was in sight, the becloaked creature waved and called out.
*-Excuse me! I...I could use your help, when you have time.-
@repaircat
