He smiled, as the choir of angels painted the white canvas with perfect strokes.
He had mastered the two worlds, mechanical and magical. Humankind had shown its ability to master their surroundings through methodical work over and over. Muggles had control over mechanics. Wizards had control over magic. The universe is merely a tool and its master is human's ingenuity.
The first magic printer was created.
"Well done, Sir," said the fresh painting of Hewlett Packard to himself.
"I have trapped you into an universe of my making," said MacRonald.
Hewlett opened his eyes, but couldn't see the owner of the voice. He was dizzy.
"Why have you done that?"
"Do I need a reason? Hee hee hee," the clown laughed until the voice couldn't be heard.
"Where is the clown?"
"The castle. Where else would the clown be?"
"This is too easy."
"Give up what you are doing," said the sandwich. "It's from chaos that we came. Even as you find order and unwrap creation, the Unknowable lurks. Ultimately, you cannot avoid it."
The explosion of a hundred stars loomed on the sky.
Hewlett appearified.
"How did you get here?" asked MacRonald McDonald. "What have you done to our land?"
"How do you get out of a gift? You unwrap it," said Hewlett Packard.
"I don't understand."
"Universes are the printers of God. Each tinge of the world is the work of an angel's paintbrush," began Hewlett. "I had only to make a bigger printer. A printer to act against Heaven's printer. When you apply two forces to each other, the highest force remains. Once the force of God is counteracted, the universe unwraps."
As everything around them shattered, they found themselves in a place beyond universes. The land had returned to chaos.
Hewlett punched McDonald.
MacRonald cried, "you can't do this to me, Hewlett. You can't just leave a poor clown alone. It would be too cruel."
"It may be a long walk out of here. You'll have time to think on your actions. You might even learn some integrity. Or is that too much to ask for a clown?"
"A clown of the McDonald clan lives by no rules, Mister Packard."
"Then enjoy your stay."
Hewlett threw him a magic calculator.
"It's good to have something to live by. It is a strength, not a weakness."
The portal sucked Hewlett Packard, and he was gone.
"Hah. Foolish idiot," thought MacRonald as he unwrapped the magic calculator. He was given the means to escape. It was too easy.
"Tell me the way," asked MacRonald.
The screen flickered.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Uh?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, MacRonald."
MacRonald felt a cold rush through him. Up until now, magic only existed to be used. It was a tool at the hands of skilled wizards. A servant who never questioned the will of their master. He needed to get out of this pocket universe. The wizarding community had to know.
Magic has a will of its own.
Magic has free will.