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I finally got the new tablet and am able to continue with my work! Here's a new page to celebrate!

 

Willow spun around to face the owner of the low tone behind her. Upon seeing him, she jumped in a mix of surprise and fear before backing away as the demon crept closer. Maxwell sounded a growl from deep within his throat as he gained on her ever so slowly. Inhuman claws scratched at the frozen earth. Dark and merciless eyes stared her down in a glare, and demonic fangs glinted in the dim firelight. The rest of the group backed away as far as possible, but kept themselves within the light of the fire.

Willow stuttered, unable to speak. Fear had taken over and rendered her temporarily dumb.

"Why....?" Maxwell growled as he crept closer. 

No answer.

"WHY?!" he bellowed after receiving no reply."How could you do this? How DARE you!" Maxwell extended one thorn-sharp claw and held it to her throat. He looked down on her, fangs bared. "Did you forget...? I CAN HEAR YOU. I CAN SEE YOU."

Willow swallowed but said nothing. Her widened eyes were locked onto the claw at her throat.

Maxwell leaned closer to her terrified face."You're lucky I don't kill you-"

"Why don't you?" she challenged. 

There was a tense silence as Maxwell's claw dug slightly into her throat, drawing blood."You're a waste of my time...and a waste of his. If it weren't for me, your little scientist would be dead." 

"I'm surprised he isn't," Willow retorted. "Knowing you, any resistance would mean-"

Maxwell growled, loud enough to startle the rest of the group."You insolent, pitiful, insignificant ant!"

 

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This is one time when, if I was in her shoes, I would have swallowed pride, answered his questions as best, and had been going "Yes, Master" the whole time while bawking rather-LOUDLY in my head. I'm not gonna pity this particular version of Willow if Maxwell actually gets his hands bloodied on her...well, any further than they already have been, anyway.

This is one time when, if I was in her shoes, I would have swallowed pride, answered his questions as best, and had been going "Yes, Master" the whole time while bawking rather-LOUDLY in my head. I'm not gonna pity this particular version of Willow if Maxwell actually gets his hands bloodied on her...well, any further than they already have been, anyway.

 

Willow really should watch what she says...Maxwell might resort to DRASTIC measures ;)

Willow you're not helping yourself in this situation! WILLOW STAHP. 

 

Wonderful art and story as always, I was missing it! (doesn't help that every page is a cliff hanger! xD)

 

I just got my new tablet recently, that's how I was able to complete this. (our other one broke xD) So, I will try to post here as often as I do on DA. Thank you for the kind words ^ ^ I appreciate it! 

"He's going to kill them," were the first words Wilson heard as he regained consciousnesses. His head pounded, sinuses ached, and his throat burned. Wilson felt hotter than ever and was unable to gain focus. As he became slightly more aware of his surroundings, he heard heavy footsteps at his bedside. Turning his fuzzy gaze to the sound, Wilson saw a dark feminine figure pacing beside him. She repeated the words he heard upon waking.
Wilson made an attempt to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. His head spun so madly that his speech was detached and slurred. Realizing this, Wilson limited his sentences. "...What..?" he breathed.
Charlie looked over at him, briefly acknowledging his consciousness. She then explained the scenario. "I told Maxwell what you had told me before you passed out, and...he's furious. He left a while ago to "deal with the problem" and..." She stopped herself and took a breath. She seemed as frantic as Wilson's thoughts. After a moment of being in the center of a curious bloodshot gaze from the scientist, Charlie moved over to the radio beside his bed and turned a dial.
It went static for a moment before sounds-voices-resonated from the device. Wilson looked at it in wonder, but had not the energy to voice his inspiration. The shade took notice.
"Ever wonder how Maxwell knows what you're saying behind his back?"-She patted the top of the radio-" He can hear and speak to you through this.."
They both turned their eyes back to the device as another demonic growl sounded from the speakers, and voices too familiar to Wilson responded. His eyes flicked to Charlie as she made her way swiftly for the bedroom door. "I'm going to try and straighten this out. If you need anything, Wilson, just ask the little shadows about you. They were told strictly by your keeper to aid you when he isn't here." 
She smiled slightly before exiting. Wilson cast his eyes around the room with a nauseous breath, seeing small, curious gazes watch him from the shadowed corners of the elaborate bedroom. A little unnerved, Wilson looked back at the radio and his mind began to work as it always had, bubbling with ideas..
With an unsteady hand, he reached for the dial.

 

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The one thing he'd probably never expect to happen in this world is to wind up in the bed of the person that pulled him in and to be aided in recovery by the 'Night Monster', hehe...I wonder what he's attempting to scheme...

 

Wait, his sweater vest is missing...me and my tendency to spot unimportant details like that. >_<

The one thing he'd probably never expect to happen in this world is to wind up in the bed of the person that pulled him in and to be aided in recovery by the 'Night Monster', hehe...I wonder what he's attempting to scheme...

 

Wait, his sweater vest is missing...me and my tendency to spot unimportant details like that. >_<

 

It would have been a little too uncomfortable for Wilson to keep that vest on, so it was removed for comfort ^ ^ Maxwell doesn't just throw him in bed with blood all over his shirt xD 

Trust me, Wilson's just as curious as you are. What and why-that's always the question. Xp

Ooooh is it a two way radio? What's going to happen next? OwO Think Wilson!

 

>:3 I am trapped deciding between two different outcomes for this. Let's see which one wins......

Wilson can only think so hard with a headache and can only do so much with a messed up speech pattern.

Woah what happened to the story text, it's all green :U Anyway-That bed looks so comfy. After living through winter it's got to be nice to rest a little. Although Maxwell is unleashing hell in the meantime D:

 

Amen to that xD 

"Come now, Mr. Higgsbury. No need for the unnecessary attitude.."

I'll tell you now, this is not a pairing. This is based off of a webcam I saw on DA and couldn't help myself.

 

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wow, Wilson is not pleased XD'

awesome artwork is done here!

wow, Wilson is not pleased XD'

awesome artwork is done here!

 

Thank you ^ ^ I'm glad you're enjoying these!

Wilson's probably trying to keep himself from backhanding Maxwell xD

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