BoingMaster Universe: The White-Line Stickman Who Woke Up From a Sleeping Bee’s Sketchbook

HANILAB UNIVERSE · BOINGMASTER

One White Line
Wakes Up
in a Sketchbook

This BoingMaster universe story begins on a night when a doodle opened its eyes on the notebook of a bee who had fallen asleep after too many late hours. A colorless figure made only of lines runs through the night city for the first time. It is the start of the third tale in the HaniLab universe.

The BoingMaster universe starts with a single doodle: a bee asleep on a lab desk, an open notebook under its arm, and a tiny line-drawn person sketched in the corner. This post is about the night the bee from the HaniLab universe prologue created a new hero without even knowing it. The scenes are imagined, but the numbers and rules about BoingMaster’s buttons, hearts and jumps are exactly as in the real game.

Outside the window lay a pitch-dark city night. On the desk sat a draining coffee cup, a honey jar and a monitor left on and forgotten, and the bee slept soundly with its cheek on the open notebook. A doodle drawn half-asleep remained in the corner: a round head, a few lines, a small person whose arms and legs were still clumsy.

Then the lines sparkled. White light spread across the paper, and the doodle took one step up out of the notebook. With a face that knew nothing yet, it looked down at its hands, checked its legs, and glanced back at the huge bee snoozing beside it. The stickman climbed over the honey jar, hopped between the test tubes and ran to the edge of the desk.

Past the edge of the desk, the world changed. One moon, a few stars, and buildings drawn in white lines. A city without a single color hung in the dark sky. For the first time the stickman kicked off a rooftop edge and ran. He did not yet know how to stop, but he knew one thing: he did not mind running.

As he ran, the stickman found that his body could move in two ways. One was to leap up high, as if he could reach the tip of a crescent moon. The other was to stretch out low and slide forward, easily passing under a low roof.

When he jumps up he smiles brightly, and when he runs low he cuts through the wind and flies like Superman. These two moves were all the stickman had, but they were enough to run through the night city.

When dawn came and sunlight reached the lab, the bee opened its eyes. A notebook mark on its cheek, honey footprints from last night on the desk. And on the open notebook, a single white line led off somewhere. Behind its round glasses, the bee’s eyes went wide as it peered at the page. The doodle was gone, and only the trace of someone who had just run off remained.

Where did the doodle go? That line was still running through the night city.— BoingMaster universe

Nobody yet knows which color this line will meet next. In the next story, at the edge of the world made only of lines, the stickman meets a child in a yellow raincoat.

A single doodle started a new HaniLab story.
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