CHAPTER 7
Maxwell spun around to see the creature take a step back and whip out his Notebook. The first Max noticed was that the 5 hexagons that were so familiar to him were replaced by one large 'B'. He's changed everything! He changed being a Scribblenaut! How on earth could he do that?
The creature took a step back and wrote something into the Notebook. Within seconds, a knife had appeared in his hand. It was different, though. When Max wrote anything in his Book, it coloured itself in within seconds. Not this one. The creature's knife remained black.
Without warning, the thing Joel had referred to as "00001" lunged forward. Max was able to dive out of the way just in time. Wait… he thought to himself. The news clearly said "Each more evil than the last…" Joel called this one "00001"… I might be able to negotiate with this guy… "Hey! Do you speak English?"
The creature stumbled back and muttered "Speech is not necessary to complete my objective."
"Listen, Zero Zero Zero… Can I just call you One?"
The creature paused before answering "Affirmative."
Max tried to keep the tone conversational to throw him off. "Really, One, I'm just a kid."
"Continue."
"How on earth could I mess with Blackink's plan? I've barely been a Scribblenaut for 6 months!"
"I cannot simply leave you here. It is my duty to kill you."
"Your duty?! You're going to let him push you around like that?!"
"He made me."
"He can break you!"
"…Come with me."
Max thought he had won, before the creature threw him into a box.
"And you'll stay OUT OF OUR WAY!"
He heard a lock sound, and realized to his great glee that it had forgotten to take his Notebook. He had written "Chainsaw" before realizing that staying in the box might be his best shot. He melted it back into ink and wrote "Laptop".
Prodigy: Scribble, Inky…
ScribbleNote: What?
Inky: Whats up?
Prodigy: You need to get down here.