Scribblenauts Fanfic: Chapter 3
Somewhat instinctively I took the pen and notebook from the table. I opened the notebook, and wrote two simple words, “I ACCEPT” then I waited. Nothing happened, so I closed the book, again nothing. I opened it back to where I had written, the words were still there. I thought I had figured out the secret of how to accept Maxwell’s offer, but apparently not. I put the pen and the book back on the table and began to stand up. All of a sudden I saw the words I had written in the notebook leak off the page, as if it was water. Before the ink could travel far down the page, it faded out of existence. The notebook closed itself, and the star on the front cover began to glow. Out of curiosity I walked closer and was looming over the notebook. I felt a strange tingling sensation on my face, and when I moved back I could see the air in front of me ripple. The rippling became stronger and more noticeable every second. And like most people would do, I put my hand through it. I could feel that same tingling sensation throughout my entire body. It got stronger and stronger; uncomfortably so, until I had to shut my eyes. A few seconds later I open my eyes, and I am no longer in my living room.
I look around frantically in an attempt to identify my surroundings. The only problem is, there is nothing there. No matter where I look, all I can see is endless white. The ground I am standing on, the sky above me, it is just white. “Where am I?” I say aloud, not really realizing it. And as if on cue, out of nowhere, a boy appears. He is dressed in a blue T-shirt with the same star design as on the notebook, (which was in a backpack I did not have one minute earlier) green shorts, red shoes, and on his head was a strange red hat. He also had a bag identical to the one I was somehow now carrying. He had a rather simple face, no outstanding features. I noticed his irises were a very dark gray, almost black. He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years-old, making me a good two years older at least. I was very confused who is this kid? “Who are you?” I asked, unintentionally sounding much more stern than I was trying to be, or am. The boy grinned slightly, and with a small chuckle, he replied very calmly, “I am Maxwell; it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He paused, “Jeremy.”