#peace and calm || mr. bluee

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

So, brother, tell me. What happened to Mr. Smiles?

Dr. Wondertainment froze. For but a moment, the air around him dimmed slightly, almost unnoticeably.

...Mr. Smiles...Mr. Smiles was once the crown jewel of the Misters. So brimming with whimsy that it sprung from his skin. He was great with children, and always cheerful.

Dr. Wondertainment smiled, staring off into the distance.

One day... the Factory decided I was a problem. I was too happy, made to many others happy.

He shuddered. Mrs. Wonder got a little closer.

It's alright. take your time.

They discovered the Trauma phenomenon. They... crafted a...poison with it. Bound to the rust off their machines. Shot me with it.

....What monsters...

At first, I was fine. But then it spread. It began to leech off me, growing and growing. And... Smiles...

Mrs. Wonder took his hand. Behind them, Ms. Advice and a couple of other Misters watched.

I begged him not to. But he refused to listen. He said, "I may be Mr. Smiles, but you're the one making things to smile about." Then...he took the poison into himself.

...I'm sorry.

That's part of why I want to help cure this ailment. I do want to help... but if I can cure it... Maybe...maybe...

For the first time in decades, Dr. Wondertainment seems...

You seem...Lost, Father.

All eyes turned to the door, where the lonesome visage of Mr. Lost resided.

Maybe...I can help with that. Would you like to go for a walk?

All present turned to Dr. Wondertainment. Ms. Advice spoke up first

I can clear your calendar.

I'll manage distribution.

Mr. Type and I Can Prepare A Press Release!

The sound of a typewriter rings out as Mr. Type speaks.

𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎.

I'll have the animals all squared away!

Dr. Wondertainment looked across the room as all the Misters pledged to handle whatever might come up in his absence. Tears welled up in the old man's eyes.

...I can't possibly thank you all enough.

Mr. Anon stepped forwards.

Happy fathers day, dad. enjoy your walk!

The Good Doctor smiled, and swooped up his son in a bear hug. After several warm goodbyes, he took Mr. Lost's hand and the two went on a walk to who-knows where. The Doctor wasn't worried. Lost always took people where they really needed to be.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Because I by instinct want to write Mr. Blue

Admittedly, that sounds like a you problem. Just double tap "E" when you type it out, I guess.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Can I eat echidna?

Not unless you want to make Ms. Fluff upset for eating her pets. Again.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

But that was for my health. Taking my Crab away will only make me more disobedient

Look, just...don't say that thing's name again, okay? It makes me really uncomfortable.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

But... I like Sir Pinch! He can't take my crabs away!

He's your father. If he decides to discipline you, then he'll do it. Besides, he already did it once.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Why?

Because if you do talk about that thing, Dad'll take your crabs again.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

He punched a guy?

Yeah, once. The guy was someone from....fuck, I don't even remember. Some company that wanted to "borrow" Mr. Brass. When Dad said no, the guy reached for a knife, which Dad promptly put into a bubble and took away, before putting up his fists.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

... 'm curious. Was talkin' wit the other reality...

Mr. Bluee sighs.

Dad, as far as I know, hasn't killed anyone. And I can't really see him going that far. Saw him punch a guy once, but that's about it. And even then, that was a "Gentleman's Duel" as Dad called it.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

I wasn't asking you, I was asking dad!

Dad...Wait, what? Why the hell are you asking if he's killed people?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Not true big bro! Some are quite proud to tell!

And I have directly told you that I'm not proud of what I did or who I was. Please don't ask again.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

How mamybhave you killed?

That is one of the most rude questions you can ask someone.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Mr. Bluee, why do you have three vowels in your name?

Because I wanted three vowels in my name. Why?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

I meant Ms. Lock, but thanks for figuring it out :')

Anon, Buddy, I think you've got more wires crossed then usual. Go lie down.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

What happened with collector!?

He kinda...lost it. Ran around grabbing everything that wasn't nailed down. At some point, he broke down and started crying. Dad's still working on fixing him. He cancelled the whole "Mr. Collector" program after that.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

How strong are you big bro?

Strong enough to hold this place together.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

...what. the destructive murderer Mr. REDD!?

The blue haired man sighs, holding the bridge of his nose.

Yes, unfortunately. I'm not proud of that. Never have been. Collector helped with that before...you know, he lost it.