SCRIBBLENAUTICAL
Chapter 11
A Leap of Faith

Steve and I hike through the ruins of what used to be Scribble Island, home of the Scribblenauts. We follow the trail that the GPS gives us, praying that it is accurate in where the Notebook Factory is.
After trekking for what feels like a million years, we finally find the building.
The last Notebook Factory.
Thank you Jesus that it is here.
I tell Steve to wait outside, because he would simply make too much noise for me to break in without being noticed.
As I sneak into the building, through the front door that is left completely open, I search for the Notebook machine.
And guess what?
There is a map of the building right by the door.
I scan the map, looking for the Notebook room.
I find it, then quietly creep to the room.
I slowly open the door, and gasp.
The machine is awesome.
Probobly over 500 cubic yards, the machine takes up the whole room.
I walk over to the chute at the front of the machine. This is where you drop in the starite, and the whole process begins.
I look around, making sure no one is around.
And I drop my starite into the machine.
The machine makes loud grinding noises, as if chopping up the poor starite.
And then the door opens.
I jump and turn around, and see what I was praying I wouldn't.
Doppelganger.
The Doppelganger is about as startled as I am. He had his pajamas on, along with that wierd hat some people where when they sleep, which was colored to make it look like his head was the tip of a pencil. He was also holding a coffee mug, decorated with a starite painting and the phrase '#1 Scribblenaut'.
How strange.
As the machine continues to create to process the starite into a Notebook, the Doppelganger takes out his.
And a really lethal-looking rifle appears in his hands.
Oh crap.
He points the weapon at me, and fires.
I jump and run for my life.
The machine continues to make the Notebook as I am leaping around the room like a madman. The Doppelganger fires his rifle again. I jump, dodging the bullet by a centimeter. The Doppelganger cocks his rifle, and I notice something.
The Notebook is finished.
I run and leap for the notebook, dodging another one of the Doppelganger's bullets. I somersault on the ground and run for the window. The Doppelganger cocks and fires again, missing yet again. Without thinking, I dive out the window, quickly writing the first word in my new notebook.
PISTOL.
I copy the word aand enter it again. I now am falling, a pistol in each hand, shattered glass all around me, with the Doppelganger continuing to fire at me from the shattered window frame.
Blood is trickling down my half-organic head, caused by the glass shards from the broken window.
I am firing both of my pistols consecutively, while the Doppelganger continues to fire from the window.
The air is filled with blood, glass and bullets flying back and forth. Neither of us are really aiming our shots now, just firing in the general direction of the other, hoping a shot lands.
Soon both of my pistols are empty. I toss them to the side, and right then a miricle happens.
Steve flies over and catches me.
Now that I have a tangible surface to write on, I quickly write BARREL GUN. I notice the Doppelganger has run empty too, and he tosses his gun out the window, and writes another.
And he writes one of those ridiculously rapid firing machine guns that are in attack helicopters.
I begin to fire my gun, and it shoots massive exploding barrels. I don't fire at Doppelganger, however. As the barrels begin to hit the factory, huge chunks of half-melting, half-flaming rubble fly in every direction. All the while, the Doppelganger is shooting, sending hundreds upon hundreds of bullets through the air every second. I can see the thousands of empty bullet cartriges falling down the side of the building. However, soon the collapsing factory catches up to him. The Notebook room begins to crumble, and soon it falls. The Doppelganger falls with it, surviving the original fall. He tries to get up, but 200 tons of melting rubble fall on top of him.
As Steve and I return back to the site where we first showed up in the future. I look at my arm. It is bleeding, obviously from a bullet, but the wound is not fatal. Not to a robot zombie, at least. I ignore it, and pull out my notebook and write TIME MACHINE. A giant, grey phonebooth like machine appears in front of us. I look at Steve. We knew that when we stepped into the time machine, there was no turning back. The Doppelganger must be stopped. And I am the only one who can stop him. Then I step into the Machine.
I push some buttons, and press GO.
I go back to exactly a year after he teleported us to the future.
Better count your seconds, Doppelganger.
Because Death is on the move.