Scribble Tom Eddsworld Novels & Stories

"I brought some special markers, the kind that smell like fruit." "Smell like fruit?" Tom's eyes went huge. "That's so cool! Can I smell them?" For the next forty minutes, Tom and I sat at the low table while he drew elaborate pictures of penguins and dinosaurs having adventures. He narrated every detail, explaining the plot of his drawings with the seriousness of a director describing his masterpiece. "This penguin is named Mr. Waddles," Tom explained, carefully coloring in a purple penguin. "And this dinosaur is his best friend, Chompy. They go on adventures together and save people from bad guys."

he asked, crouching down to meet him at eye level. “I’m good! Mama said I was a good boy at school today!” Tommy beamed, clearly proud of himself. “I bet you were,” Mr. Eddy replied, ruffling Tommy’s hair affectionately. “You’re always a good boy.” As Tommy happily babbled about his day, I couldn’t help but notice the way Mr. Eddy kept glancing at me, almost as if he was working up the courage to say something. There was a certain shyness in his demeanor, something I was used to seeing from him.

The Great Interdimensional Hide-and-Seek Tournament turned our garden from a sanctuary into a stadium. The Chaos Realm’s “Game Master,” which Lina had nicknamed “Scribble,” was a formidable, if infuriating, opponent. It played by the letter of our hastily invented rules, but its imagination was… unconstrained by things like “physics” or “good taste.” Finding the acorn-noir had taken us three hours and required Kael to build a micro-empathy scanner tuned to “gumshoe melancholy.” We’d won the first point. Scribble had taken its loss with the grace of a supernova, immediately demanding a rematch.

But for kids like Prince Soimesti, used to magic as everyone is used to waking up every morning and falling asleep when night comes, it was nothing but normal. Elizabeth was also a happy kid who managed to make beautiful little things with their hands. But what was to come will make them even happier. “Elizabeth Edwards. Please spell with me ...” The girl waited a few moments, but as Smart said nothing, only admired a small skeleton of ... a mouse apparently, with small hooves, but considering the way Smart looked at it, perhaps he didn’t know either what it was. “Professor Squisshy,” Elizabeth disturbed him. As if awakened from a dream, Mr. Lionel Squisshy, aka Smart, turned to her with a s

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

After Amber broke up with Eddy and took up Tom’s offer, she was really invested in arts that she went to public libraries, art exhibitions, museums and other art-related events in order to fit into the art world by gaining knowledge and experience, but little did she know Eddy was stalking her. He wondered why she suddenly became invested in things like that, but when he couldn’t find any answer to his question after tailing her for a few days, he finally planned to give up.

He was always giggling whenever you see him on one of the rare occasions where he will appear on the playground. The most beautiful part of Tom's personality is that he is the guru-kind of guy, expansive knowledge in that his brain is hidden by his onion-ball-cut hair, and bubbly. The air bubbles whenever he is present. Tom loves some particular types of books; magic books. He's always intrigued and eager to know more whenever he picks a book on magic. He wonders why there's no real magic in the world or if it had been shut off at one place.

Would this work if we only had one side, or would we lose everything? “I would advise caution,” Edward said. “These men are far, far more dangerous than you’re accustomed to.” My heart thudded. I imagined Tom hurt, bleeding out in some warehouse surrounded by women in cages. He grinned. “I’m not scared.” “Why are you so dedicated to being the hero all of the sudden anyway?” Edward asked. Tom met my eyes, that same surety in his green gaze. “Because it’s about damn time I started making the world a better place. I’ve got enough fucking money already. I need something more.”