This choice: "...But if we make our own universe, then only we can get hurt, right?" • Go Back... "I... really want to do the right thing, but we're never going to have another opportunity like this. Since we mustn't destroy this universe, why don't we just draw our own?"
"But the drawing, remember?"
"Well clearly James is a good artist." James beams at this, then realizes what you mean and pouts. "Don't worry, you won't have to do all the work," you reassure him, tussling his hair. "The pencil clearly understands abstract concepts, otherwise Ruth's bottle wouldn't work. And it definitely listens to whimsy, otherwise James would be dead." Ruth muses:
"Your point being?"
"Why not just draw a door to another universe? Won't the drawer's imagination just fill in the rest?" You look to the significantly reduced pencil, now in James' hand. "Plus we'd save on graphite." James lights up at this.
"Does that mean I'm gonna be-?"
"Totally, dude."
"Sweet!" He tosses himself in the air, switches arms, and bolts to his desk.
"Don't sketch with the super pencil!"
"...Right." He opens the shelf and draws with another. Ruth turns to look over James shoulder, as do you. Moving together and watching on, it's clear it's going to be one interesting universe. And it's clearer that, in some ways, James is already in it. You and Ruth have seen him like this before, which makes Ruth put on her worrying face, her lips moved to the side.
"A whole universe, eh?"
"Ours, really. James wouldn't do anything to hurt us."
"We should totally make this into a roleplay," James remarks.He discards his current work and whips up a lamp-like device with a sling, using the super pen. As it pops and crackles to life, James' body sets it on the floor and folds it out, leaving James a neat little adjustable perch to look around with. You and Ruth are visibly impressed by this.
"Smart thinking, babe," you tell him. From this he blushes a little and smiles as he plops himself in.
"I'm gonna be thinking from so many angles now," he quips, as he spins his head around. "Oh woah woah bad idea!"
You quickly stop him, holding him by his freckly cheeks. His eyes are woozy from the little disaster. He was never good on rides. Ruth coyly looks to you, crossed arms exuding smug.
"You were saying?"
"Well... all in good fun, right?," you argue.
"I'm just joshing you," she smirks, "That spider prank he pulled? Never felt more alive." James looks up in fear, his neck stumps gulping. You nod in quiet admiration, and-- secretly --worry. You pet James' whimpering head and give him a quick kiss. He smiles a little and puckers his lips to return the favor, which you oblige.
"Say," James suggests. "Shouldn't we call over Alex?"
"Oh balls," Ruth curses.
"It's his pencil," you remind her.
"We don't have to invite him," James says in apology.
"Well..." It's time to make a choice.
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