DS comic script chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Friend or Foe?

 

Wilson: Zen?

 

Zen: Yeah?

 

Wilson: I'm sorry about yesterday, I wasn't really myself there…

 

Zen: It's okay, if there should be anyone apologizing it should be me. I got really snotty and rude. I don’t even know why I did but I just felt that.

 

Wilson: That's okay too, I just wanted to check to see if we were still good.

 

Zen: (Gives a reassuring look) Wilson, if I wasn't I would have walked off and continued my day by now.

 

Wilson: That's good to know.

 

(Awkward silence)

 

Wilson: Hey Zen? My garland had gone to rot a while ago and I'm not feeling so good.

 

Zen: Are you able to see straight?

 

Wilson: Yeah sorta…

 

Zen: Which direction am I rotating my ears? ( Zen turns his ears outward)

 

Wilson: Zen I honestly can't tell. I can see you and your ears but I can't make it out so well.

 

Zen: Oh no… hurry come on we don't have much time.

 

Wilson: What do you mean?

 

Zen: Just come on follow me quickly!

 

Wilson: Zen why are you going back to that…. that beast again?

 

Zen: Run faster it is only getting worse!

 

Wilson: What is getting worse! This is all so crazy it feels like I'm going…. (Moment of realisation...) insane!

 

Zen: Precisely correct now hurry up and run faster!

 

(Wilson sprinted after the speeding Zen)

 

(Zen halted at a patch of flowers.)

 

Zen: Quickly now! Pick twelve flowers!

 

(Zen showed Wilson how to tightly weave the flowers together because the last time it was loose and rotted quickly)

 

Wilson: Okay yeah much better, I can see better than what it was before.

 

Zen: And I believe… yup we have enough supplies to last in the desert for a few days.

 

Wilson: So we're finally good to go… well then let's get going shall we?

 

Zen: Indeed sir.

 

Wilson: See there you go! THAT’S the attitude-

 

Zen: Yeah I know I know Wilson… that is why I did that, so don't make me change my mind.

 

Wilson: (Smiles a little bit at Zen) Okay.

 

Zen: Though I'll admit that was a little fun to do… I know that sounds stupid but it did.

 

Wilson: I know, it is.

 

Zen: (imitating a fancy man’s voice and a stupid way) Yes yes, you look rather dapper today.

 

Wilson: (Does the same) You are looking fancy yourself this fine evening as well.

 

Zen: (bursts out laughing)

 

Wilson: (laughs when he hears his and Zen’s impressions of some random fancy people replay in his head)

 

Zen: (Zen’s ears perk up and rotate to the left of him before he was switching to all different directions) Shhh….

 

Wilson: (says in between laughs) What? Why?

 

Zen: Just shut- Just quiet down please….

 

Wilson: (He turned his head to where Zen has staring. Wilson saw some of his white hairs begin to go black. Wilson quietly and slowly takes some of the flint he had in his pocket and sloppily weaved some grass strands into rope, he grabbed a thick and long stick and tied the flint to the stick with the rope he weaved to make a spear.)

 

Zen: Don’t move…

 

(A red elephant shaped balloon floated from a patch of thick forest undergrowth.)

 

Zen: *I wish we went into the desert already… it would have been easier to see what the heck that is…*

 

(The balloon popped and in an instant Wilson felt his arms being grabbed and locked together by a hand behind his back. He had been knocked over and Zen was no longer beside him.)

 

Wilson: (hears roaring, snarls, and snaps.)

 

Wilson: (Thoughts: Zen!)

 

Zen: (His roars went muffled)

 

Wilson: (Struggles to get up but someone was on him, holding him down and grabbing his arms so he couldn't defend himself or Zen)

 

???: Seize that beast already then get your butts over here and tie up this dude as well!

 

Wilson: (He felt his arms being tied up as four more hands pinned him. He heard a swish of liquid in a container. When it stopped one of his attackers placed the bottle down, causing Wilson to panic as soon as he saw what the bottle was labeled with.)

 

???: Hand me the handkerchief already.

 

Wilson: (His mouth was covered by a damp cloth being shoved onto his face and over his nose. He squirmed and tried to scream for help but his calls were muffled by the handkerchief. His vision slowly blurred more and more, before he fell unconscious)

 

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???: He ought to serve as some good toothpicks for that beast.

 

Wilson: (He awoke in a cage-like structure made out of very thick logs. He saw Zen chained up and his chain pinned to the center of the floor.) Augh…. Zen?

 

Zen: (His eyes turned to solid blue as he peered over and saw Wilson was okay)

 

???: (bangs on the logs, come on now eat him! He don't need these savage people spying on us so Maxwell can kill us too!

 

Zen: (He snarled and his eyes went red once more as his hackles raised and his teeth bared at the stranger.)

 

Wilson: No wait wait…. Zen…. it's okay. I think this is just a misunderstanding…

 

Zen: ( his eyes faded to a purple, a mix between a hostile and neutral response of emotion)

 

???: How the heck are you able to do that? That… thing… has been trying to maul us all day.

 

Wilson: He is only hostile to you all currently because I assume you tied him up and kinda kidnapped me in a slightly violent way… so it's only reasonable he would be aggressive to you guys.

 

???: Right, about that… I'm sorry about that. We have been having attacks from Maxwell's soldiers a lot recently. We thought you were one…

 

Wilson: All is forgiven, Zen might take a bit to do so though but I'll do my best.

 

???: Plus Wes was there. He is always fight unknown things. I enjoy fighting and I like doing it a lot but if it is unknown I try to be more cautious than to be jumping into battle. Wes was also the one who made the one balloon because he kinda got in the habit of it… he says he used to make balloons all the time for his nieces.

 

Wilson: Sorry, may I ask what your name is?

 

???: Right, sorry my name is Wigfrid.

 

Wilson: You may just call me Wilson considering it is easier to remember, although my full name is Wilson Percival Higgsbury.

 

Wigfrid: Well nice to meet you then.

 

Wilson: Yes of course you too.

 

Wigfrid: Here

Zen: (snorts)

 

Wilson: Zen didn't we just have a conversation about this earlier? Be polite. You can introduce yourself.

 

Wigfrid: Wait he talks?!

 

Wilson: I was quite shocked myself at first as well.

 

Wigfrid: At least I can expect it instead of shocking me…

 

Zen: My name is Zen…..

 

Wilson: Aaaannnnnddd?

 

Zen: It's nice to meet you….

 

Wigfrid: Well it's nice to meet you too. Here I'll let you off the chain. Sorry Zen,about yesterday.

 

(Wigfrid walks over to the chain and lets Zen off)

 

???: (jumps in from a opening in the structure very suddenly) Can I wrestle with it already?! I promise I won't hurt it too badly! Please Wigfrid?!(Wes is not a mime yet, he has jean blue suspenders, ripped jeans, with a grass stained long sleeved white shirt, black leather shoes, and spiky black hair curved almost like a mowhawk

 

Wigfrid: Oh for Odin’s sake! Wes stop coming out of nowhere!

 

Wes: Fine…. But seriously why are letting it loose?

 

Wilson: Please don't call him it. He has a name and he was given one to be called by it please.

 

Wes: Including him too, why is he out as well?

 

Wigfrid: Wes I understand you have a playful teenager personality but Wilson was talking to you.

 

Wes: (rolls his eyes) Well then what is his name?

 

Zen: (smirks as he is able to get back at Wes) It's Zen.

 

Wes: (freaks out) What?! How does-

 

Wigfrid: (covers his mouth) Yes, he talks. We have discussed this already.

 

Zen: Spoken well, lady…. Wigfrid was it?

 

Wigfrid: Yes it was.

 

Wilson: (looks over at Zen and gives him a wink as in saying good job or keep it up considering he was encouraging Zen to be gentlemen-like)

 

Wes: Anyways… can I fight it already?!

 

Wigfrid: No Wes! Are you that unaware of your surroundings?!

 

Zen: It's okay, I would like to see what this guy has without helpers or rope.

 

Wilson: Just don't hurt each other too badly. Just wrestle only.

 

Zen: (lunges at Wes)

 

(The two rolled as they brawled each other as they tumbled from Zen’s powerful impact from the lunge)

 

Wilson: (chuckles)

 

???: Who is he? We want to know!

 

Wigfrid: Not we want to know… it is I want to know.

 

???: Right…. sorry, I’m just used to being with my spider friends.

 

Wilson: (shudders and thinks: God, I hate spiders! Why does there have to be one this size?! And a child of all things?!)

 

Wigfrid: This is Webber. It's a long story how he is a kid and all, and certainly a frustrating one for a scientist. Though you we will tell you the story one of these days and possibly even tonight. Just depends.

 

Wilson: How did you know?

 

Wigfrid: That your a scientist? Oh that's easy. The chemical smell of your clothes is quite strong.

 

Wilson: That's what Zen said too…

 

Wigfrid: It's true. Webber go greet him. (She faced Wilson again) We are tying to work on his grammar and make him look a lot more affable. He really is sweet and kind but people often get fearful and sometimes even use unnecessary self defense on him.

 

Wilson: (looks down a little at the floor in shame, he had done the same as well to Webber. The joyful and friendly look upon Webber’s face didn't help either, it only made Wilson feel worse)

 

Webber: Nice to meet you Mister! (Runs up and hugs his tall legs)

 

Wilson: Oh, heh heh, you can just call me Wilson instead would be fine.

 

Webber: Okay Wilson! (Hugs tighter)

 

Wilson: (smiles some and slightly hugs him gently back) So you're Webber, correct?

 

Webber: (lets go and backs away some)

 

Wilson: (Thinks: Maybe this one isn't so bad…)

 

Webber: Can i give him a tour around base Wigfrid? Please?!

 

Wigfrid: Sure, Wilson?

 

Wilson: Sure although is it okay if I wait for Zen to finish wrestling?

 

Webber: Is Zen that big and odd doggie? If that's  the case it doesn't look like they are stopping anytime soon…

 

Wigfrid: Yeah that is Zen, but it will be quick don't worry Wilson.

 

Wilson: (looks back at Zen as they walked away)

 

Webber: These are the tents, we all sleep here. I'm really good with webs and silk considering I grew up with my spider friends, so I can make another for you in not much time at all!

 

Wilson: Well that would be very kind of you, thank you.

 

Webber: Oh wait… I hope Ms.Wigfrid and Wes decided where Zen will sleep…

 

Wilson: Zen will sleep with me… we have been for a few days now.

 

Webber: (gives a shocked look) But he is so large! He is almost the size of a hound! How would he fit in a tent without you two sleeping on top of each other or him crushing you?

 

Wilson: Oh just leave that to me, you just do you. There is something you don't quite know about Zen yet that you will find out soon.

 

Webber: (calms down some) Okay…. if you say so…

 

Webber: (looks up at Wilson again) Also… Zen looked like he had some pretty bad cuts...

 

Wilson: Yeah…

 

Webber: We have plenty of mosquito sacks and healing salves we could use to disinfect those injuries!

 

Wilson: Oh, nice! How come you don’t use spider glands for your healing salves and stuff instead though? They are way more efficient-..... oh, I’m sorry I forgot-

 

Webber: It's okay, we understand. You are just trying to help us out with tips!

 

Wilson: (looks down and rubs his arm) Yeah….

 

Webber: (Puts his hand on Wilson's  shoulder) Seriously it's fine! Come on! I gotta show you the rest rest of our base too!

 

Wilson: (follows the young spider kid) Okay.

 

Webber: (walks to a area with many chests) Here is the storage area. Wes and Wigfrid know where everything is in these chests so don't worry about it! I certainly get confused when they try to explain it to me…

 

Wilson: Yeah… that would be a lot to memorize…

 

Webber: (runs off) Let's go check out the farms!

 

Wilson: (follows) Okay, okay, I'm coming.

 

Webber: Here are the farms! We don't actually eat anything from it though.

 

Wilson: (looks at Webber in confusion) Why not?

 

Webber: We use it to feed the beefalo, plus Wigfrid doesn't eat anything that isn't meat.

 

Wilson: Beefalo? And how come she only eats meat?

 

Webber: She just doesn’t eat stuff that is not meat. She never told me why but it is what it is. Also beefalo are these large hooved creatures, they have lots of thick and fluffy fur, and they also have huge horns!

 

Wilson: Okay, that’s is one thing to watch out… I definitely don’t want to be targeted or in the way of a beefalo swinging his horns.

 

Webber: (gestures him forward over the small hill) These are the beefalo.

 

Wilson: (becomes in shocked state, they were much larger than he pictured, their horns were much larger than he thought. He saw an image of his corpse stabbed by the beefalo, his body bloody and dangling.) C-can we head t-to the next area?

 

Webber: (Noticed what was wrong. He ran over and hugged Wilson over the shoulders and spoke to him) Hey, it’s okay. Trust me, Wes and Wigfrid both went through this phase of constant paranoia. I am almost done with my phase but not quite yet. We all had it. It isn’t easy to experience but we will get through it, all of us.

 

Wilson: (he was reminded of Zen’s lecture and calmed down some, Zen calmed him down and Webber had almost matched the lecture to Zen’s.) O-okay…

 

Webber: I think that is enough for one day, come on let’s get you back.

 

Wilson: (Follows, he saw Webber fiddle with his hands rapidly and wondered what he was doing.)
 

(They got back to where they last saw the others)

 

Zen: (snorts) Knew it!

 

Wes: Oh shut up! You just finished a nice long sleep!

 

Zen: Yeah, only because you knocked me unconscious!

 

Wes: I- ummm.. You-

 

Zen: That’s what I thought, I beat you.

 

Zen: Oh hey Wilson!

 

Wilson: (he tried to smile but was still feeling slightly paranoid from earlier) Hey Zen.

 

Wigfrid: That’s what happens when you just jump into battle like that.

 

Wes: Yeah, Yeah… whatever (He walked off, his face red from embarrassment)

 

Webber: Wilson? Here, I made this for you on the way back. (He handed Wilson a clump of weaved silk.) It’s a travel blanket, next time you get paranoid use it to help you in the situation you are in or even just to calm you down some.

 

Wilson: Oh, thanks. (He was a little embarrassed that he was being given a blanket to calm him down, though no one looked at him funny or anything so he felt less embarrassed about it.)

 

Webber: I will go and start working on your tent. (He ran off)

 

Zen: Wilson you’re back! So how was it?

 

Wilson: Oh hi, yeah it was good.

 

Zen: You sure? You look bummed out.

 

Wigfrid: Probably just tired. Hang in there Wilson. Webber is almost done.

 

Wilson & Zen: Already?

 

Wigfrid: Yeah, Webber is like a magician when it come to working with silk.

 

Zen: No kidding! Those tents are quite large for him to be done that quickly.

 

Wigfrid: Let's get you two and the others fed up.

 

Wilson: No, no, we are okay. We don't wish to be eating your guys’ food and be another thing to look after.

 

Wigfrid: Well whether you like it or not you guys are gonna eat. You two look like you haven't eaten in two whole days.

 

Wilson: (he was quite hungry as he was reminded of food) We ate some berries yesterday. Plus it takes three weeks to actually starve to death. It has only been two days.

 

Wigfrid: I know it takes three weeks but I insist. Come eat with us.

 

Wilson: If you insist we eat with you, it would be considered rude and ungrateful to decline and I wish to be nothing of the sorts, so Zen and I shall accompany you then.

 

Wigfrid: (smirks at his “fancy-smancy” talk. She looked at Zen who was facing her and smirking the same smile as well, it's clear they were think the same things)

 

Zen: (Zen looked at Wilson)?Should I…?

 

Wilson: Yeah you probably should…

 

Wigfrid: should do what-

 

Zen: (He made creepy sounds that sounded as if he was choking as he formed back into a rabbit)

 

Wigfrid: (she stood silent and still from shock)

 

Zen: I wanted to wait until Wilson and I were more adjusted with you guys first just in case.

 

Wigfrid: HOW!?

 

Wilson: I know I was freaked out by this as well.

 

Wigfrid: (walks stiffly to the smell where the smell of smoke was coming from)

 

(Wilson picks up Zen and follows her)

 

Wigfrid: You guys stay here… I will go get some meat from the ice box…(she walks off forwards the chest area)

 

Wes: Where did Zen go? (Sees Zen) Oh I see, Zen must be out hunting rabbits?

 

Zen:(glares at Wes for his assumption of killing his own kind) Hey mouron! I’m right freaking here you small minded twerp!

 

Wilson: Zen! What did we discuss multiple times before we even got brought here!

 

Wes: What the fu-

 

Zen: Cussing in such manner is rude.

 

Wilson: Zen’s right but he is also in the wrong. Zen your right about the Cussing bit but you shouldn’t insult some me like that-

 

Zen:Unless he does so to me in which this time, he did.

 

Wilson: But- wait- ugh I got nothing…

 

Zen: (gives a smug little face)

 

Webber: Please stop fighting… fighting brings hate… hate is unpleasant…

 

Zen: I’m sorry Webber… I didn’t mean to hurt you.

 

Webber: I understand…

 

MWilson: You’re not shocked or anything about Zen being a rabbit?

 

Webber: No not really. Those mean pigmen are werepigs on full moons. I have seen a lot of things.

 

Wes: Hey look Webster! Wigfrid is back! You remember what you were supposed to tell what you wanna be when you grow up right?

 

Webber: (get full of joy and excitement again) Yeah I remember! (Runs over to Wigfrid)

 

Webber: Hey Wigfrid guess what I’m gonna be when I grow up!

 

Wigfrid: I don’t know Webber, what do you want to be? A seamstress?

 

Webber: No… I wanna be… SPIDER MAN! ( he puts on a cute/brave little smile.)

 

Wigfrid: (laughs)

 

Webber: SPIDER MAN! SPIDER MAN! WATCH OUT CAUSE IT’S SPIDER MAN! HE CAN SWING, FROM A WEB-

 

Wigfrid: (in between laughs) Webber please stop or else I think I may die of laughter!

 

Wes: Good job Webber! (The two high five each other)

 

Wilson and Zen: (hold back laughs at Webber’s adorableness)

 

Wigfrid: Alright, alright, let’s get the food in the crock pot. Today I will make meat stew for supper. And if you want Webber tomorrow I’ll make you monster lasagna!

 

Webber: YAY!!

 

Wilson: Okay I know I haven’t been here long, but monster lasagna sounds like it would be poisonous… am I correct?

 

Wes: Yeah it’s poisonous alright! But Webster here is a fighter! Isn’t that right Webber?

 

Wigfrid: No, Wes. It is poisonous but Webber is able to safely consume monster meat.

 

Wilson: Do you guys know why?

 

Wes: No not really.

 

Wilson: Crap! I would study his digestive tract or anything that relates to the consumption of monster meat being safe… but Webber is only a kid… I wouldn’t want him possibly suffer because of it…

 

Wigfrid: I’m gonna start cooking so we can eat and then hit the hay after our crazy day.