A row of clear glass bottles sat in a row. All in a line, perfectly straight. They rested on a large wooden platform. Chains held the platform in place. Somewhat rusty chains they were, many areas covered in red rust. The platform itself was pushed up against a solid wall, shades of grey decorating it. It looked like, whoever had set it up this way, had been extra careful not to get any details incorrect. It looked like someone took quite a bit of time getting it to look like this.

Then, without warning, the glass bottles started to vibrate. Slightly at first. But the vibrations grew stronger. The sound of something stomping could be hard, low, then getting louder. Soon the glass bottles were wobbling, getting to the point where they would almost fall over. They clanged against each other, the squeaking of glass rubbing up against each other sounding out.

A mixture of colors came into the glasses. Two shades of green, and a smidgen of red and blue. As the colors drew ever closer, the shaking of the glasses increased. Then the shades of green covered the whole glass, creating a wobbly image of whatever was approaching. The shaking stopped entirely.

A low growl replaced the clanging. A soft yet menacing growl, and then a yell of frustration. An orange-colored hand with three hooked fingers struck down. It sliced through the glasses, shattering them. The force of the blow caused the shattered pieces to fall into the ground. Down they fell, many of them reflecting the color of the 'attacker'. Light green and dark green, and then those colors vanished, replaced by the dull grey of the floor.

Standing by the chained wooden shelf, with his arm still held in the position of having struck something, was Skrawl. His mismatched eyes glared down at the glass pieces with great contempt. His teeth were clenched, and it looked like it was taking all of his strength not to smash the pieces of glass further. Or it could have just been common sense, because it's glass.

Skrawl was not in a very good mood. Any Beanie Boy who saw him like this instantly flew away in a panic. Skrawl is particularly aggressive when he gets like this. Any attempt to reason with him right now would end with failure, and perhaps a claw mark or two. During these times, it was best to keep distance away from the jellybean and let him have his little temper tantrum.

At least, that's how it usually would go. This time, Skrawl wanted to try to keep his temper under control. The last time he had lost his temper, he almost broke something of value in his hideout. It hadn't always been this way. He used to have some better control over his anger, but lately, it was getting worse. And it was all because of that little pest, Rudy Tabootie.

Just thinking about his name made Skrawl fume in hatred and anger. The boy had been a thorn in his side for so long... Okay so it's been a year at best. Still, it felt so much longer to him. Way too long if one were to ask him. He wanted, no, he needed to get Rudy out of the way. But all his brilliant plans...they all always go down the drain. Something goes wrong, no matter how well the plan appears to go. He always, somehow, gets the upperhand.

And it was because he was a creator. That's the only reason Rudy manages to best him. Because he has the magic chalk and he can draw anything to existence. If Rudy were stripped of that, Skrawl would beat him. He grinned at the thought of a helpless Rudy begging for him to let him and his friends go. Chalkless, what else could the boy do?

He scowled as his past failures started to burn into his mind. He had tried before to make Rudy chalkless. It was when he had teamed up with Craniac 4. Oh how big of a mistake that had been... Craniac 4 had no idea what he was doing outside of creating a mold for his robot. Had Skrawl just taken Robot Rudy himself and done away with Craniac 4, he would have had a chance to succeed. It was bad enough that Craniac 4 had the robot waste time on Penny and Snap, but he was certain it was his bickering with the red tinted robot that gave someone the distraction they needed to tell Rudy of his formerly 'brilliant' plan. Must have been Snap...

That little blue pest was just as big of a thorn, as well as that genius girl, Penny. Yet it was Rudy who had most of his attention. It was Rudy who usually wielded the magic chalk. Penny could, but she rarely used it. And as annoying as Snap was, he couldn't do much. He was too small to fight him. Skrawl can easily take care of him. His biggest obstacle he had to face before he could take over ChalkZone...was Master Tabootie.

Oh how he would love to wring that little boy's throat.. How he would love to snap his neck in two... It would be so easy, too. Rudy wasn't that big and he wasn't that strong physically. All his strength came from the magic chalk. Separated from it, he was weak. Whereas he, Skrawl, he remained strong, easily able to lift up the boy with one arm like he was nothing more than a piece of paper. Heck, he was able to juggle him and his friend, Snap, very easily during their first encounter.

Someday, he will find a way to beat that annoying little brat. Someday, one of his plans will work. He will find a way to foil Rudy, and make him beg for mercy. He will find a way to defeat the protector of ChalkZone. No one's luck ever runs that long. Rudy will slip up someday. One of these days, he will do something that will bring forth his downfall.

Not even the Great Creator was truly invincible. Even he had weaknesses. Even he made mistakes. And when he soon makes one, Skrawl will be there to take advantage of it. No one is unbeatable. And eventually, someday, something will give.

Eventually, Master Tabootie will fall.