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  1. I like this comic so far. Wilson's view of the gobbler is hilarious, and the art is rather good. I'll be looking forward to whatever crazy events happen next.
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    This comic... is so good! Poor Wilson, though... Maxwell, you could've been a bit more gentle, you know? Either way, I'll be looking forward to the next part.
  3. I finally completed the next chapter... For anyone reading this, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'd like to hear what you thought of it (when you're done, of course). Don’t Starve: Chronicles of Survival Chapter 6 Horror and Terror “Why would Maxwell bring a little girl here?” Willow noticed the boy’s hands tighten into fists. “It makes me hate him even more.” To calm himself, Wilson took a deep breath and exhaled. “But anger isn’t going to help anyone right now. Willow, can you hand me the food you found yesterday and check to make sure the girl isn’t hurt? She’ll probably be hungry when she wakes up…” Willow nodded before handing Wilson the food she gathered. However, the black-haired teen paused after pulling out the two chunks of meat. “I also picked up meat from, um…” “That meat should help fill us up.” Wilson, after averting his gaze from his friend, grabbed the meat. “I’ll make another ratatouille while I try to think of what to make with the meat.” As the bearded boy moved towards the crock pot, Edison hopping behind, Willow walked over to and knelt next to the blonde. The older girl examined the shivering blonde child to find her hair and skin soaked with water. However, a few cuts near the girl’s wrists caught Willow’s attention. The older female slipped her backpack off, opened it up, and pulled out a couple of poultices. “I wonder how she got those cuts…? Either way, I better wrap them up.” Willow gently lifted the girl’s left arm and began bandaging the wound. However, the bandaging of the child’s left arm caused her to start stirring. “Mmh…” The blonde girl opened her eyes and spotted Willow. Willow soon spotted the younger girl’s gaze. “H-hello… How are you feeling?” The blonde girl, to Willow’s relief, responded to the question in a cheery tone. “I’m doing fine.” The child then sat up and looked at the black-haired girl. “Is this your camp?” “It’s our camp, yes.” The two females turned to see Wilson approaching. The bearded boy knelt down near the younger girl. “I’m Wilson P. Higgsbury and these…” Wilson motioned towards Willow then the black chick. “…are my friends Willow and Edison. Can you tell us your name, ma’am?” The blonde girl giggled after listening to and staring at the boy. “You’re too formal! And your beard looks funny.” Wilson’s face turned red upon hearing the child. “My name’s Wendy.” “I’m glad to meet you, Wendy.” Wilson extended a hand towards the blonde girl, and she stretched out her own hand, the duo shaking hands a moment later. Willow then spoke to the young girl. “Can I finish wrapping up your injuries?” “Hm?” The blonde followed Willow’s gaze to spot the cuts in question. Wendy then shrugged before moving the limbs towards the older girl. Willow quickly bandaged the child’s injuries. “There… How’s that feel?” “It didn’t hurt to start with…” “Well, the bandages will help the healing process.” Wilson then rose to his feet, the blonde girl watching in silence, and walked over to the crock pot. The boy examined the pot’s contents. “I think it’s almost done… Are you hungry, Wendy?” The blonde girl nodded. “Yes, I do feel a bit… empty.” A confused expression crossed Willow’s face for a brief second before she responded. “Well, you’re in luck. Wilson’s a pretty good cook.” “You… flatter me too much, Willow.” With a nod, Wilson removed the stone tray from the crock pot, steaming carrots covered in berry juice resting on top. The boy carried the stone tray over to the blonde girl. “Here you go, Wendy… Help yourself, but mind the tray.” Wilson then handed the child a stone fork. Wendy situated herself before the stone tray before poking a sliced carrot. The blonde then stabbed a couple of the carrots and moved them towards her mouth. After exhaling on the steaming carrots some, the girl finally stuck the vegetable in her mouth. Wendy munched on the carrot slices for a short time before releasing a hum of approval. Upon swallowing the food, the child stabbed a couple more carrots slices and repeated the process. Wilson gained a smile upon seeing the young girl eating and enjoying the food. The boy then rose to his feet and headed over to the wooden chest. After slipping his backpack off and placing it near the chest, the bearded boy opened his backpack and the chest. Wilson noticed the limited space of the chest and, after pulling out the logs in the two containers, began making wooden boards. Within minutes, the boy created another chest identical to the first. “Are you a carpenter?” The question startled Wilson, and he turned to spot Wendy, holding the small bird, peeking over his shoulder. “Ah, no… I’m a scientist.” “He thought of and made everything here,” Willow said while walking closer. “Reeeally?” Wendy waited until the boy nodded to continue. “You must be smart. Really, really smart.” Wilson gained a faint blush before changing the subject. “It’d be more efficient if we had each chest store certain items, such as one chest for the items the… ‘locals’ drop.” “I can understand that. I mean, who knows what else we’ll find here?” Willow watched the boy move the logs, flint, and gold in the old chest into the newer one. Wilson thought of something after placing some of his twigs and grass into the new chest. “We could probably do with gathering more materials before it gets too late… I’ll save further sorting for later.” The bearded boy rose to his feet. “But what about Wendy? We can’t leave her here by herself…” “Well, I was thinking she’d come with us…” Wilson glanced back in the direction of the child, but he failed to spot her, instead seeing only the black chick. A giggle sounded from the opposite direction, the boy turning to see Wendy rocking back and forth, her hands behind her back. “So… Where we going?” Wilson spoke as the trio began walking to the northwest. “A grassy field with plenty of resources…” The trio continued onward in silence, the group entering the forest within a couple of minutes. Upon reaching the coast, the humans followed it north. Soon, the group reached a large field. Wendy spotted a horned rabbit, however, and began chasing it. After laughing at the scene, Wilson and Willow looked at each other before moving to pick some grass, twigs, and berries. The group spent a lot of time in the grassland, moving from one section to another after gathering all the resources in the area. “Look, Wilson!” Wilson looked up upon hearing the voice to see the young blonde holding a rabbit. “I caught him! He was completely oblivious to his fate…” A chuckle escaped the boy’s mouth before it turned into a smile. “That’s great. What are you going to do with him?” “Hmm…” Wendy thought for a moment, staring into the eyes of the captured rabbit, before responding. “I don’t know. I would at least like to show Abigal I caught one…” “Abigal?” “She’s my twin sister!” The blonde girl looked around the area. “I wonder where she is? I haven’t seen her since last night…” Wilson perked up upon hearing the statement. “Your sister’s here as well?!” “Yep! Abigal protected me from this big meanie that snarled at us when it got dark.” Wendy released a depressing sigh. “It’d been awhile since we’d last seen each other. She said she’d try to see me again tonight, but…” “I don’t suppose you know where she went?” The blonde girl shook her head. “She left after I fell asleep…” Wilson sighed and looked up at the sky, sun starting to approach the horizon, before speaking to Wendy. “If she doesn’t show up tonight, we’ll head out and look for her, ok?” “…Ok.” Wendy gained a small smile. “Thank you, Mister Wilson.” The child’s words caught Wilson off-guard, his face gaining a small hint of red. “Y-you can just call me Wilson.” Wendy giggled after hearing the bearded boy. “Then why are you so formal?” “It… was just the way I was raised.” “Well, I like it.” The duo turned to look up at Willow. “I think we should head back for now.” “I agree…” Wilson rose to his feet. “Let’s go.” The trio began walking back towards the campsite, the black chick following after eating some seeds. However, Wilson spoke to the black-haired teen as the trek led them through the forest. “According to Wendy, her twin sister Abigal is also here.” The statement sunk in before Willow replied. “What?! So Maxwell brought two little kids here?!” “Apparently he knows no boundaries…” A scowl appeared on the boy’s face for a brief moment before fading away. “From what Wendy told me, Abigal said she’d show up tonight. If she doesn’t, though…” Willow nodded before answering. “You can count on me to help. In fact… Lighting the fire early might also help her find her way back.” “Ah, that’s true. The smoke would serve as a beacon in the sun’s fading light…” The group soon saw the campsite come into view. Willow moved towards the fire pit, tossed in a few pieces of charcoal, and lit the charcoal on fire. In the meantime, Wilson headed towards the chests and, after opening the newer one, slipped his backpack off and began transferring some of the twigs and grass from the backpack to the chest. Afterwards, the bearded boy then headed towards the crock pot but stopped upon seeing the stone tray lying near the fire pit. After grabbing the tray and placing it in the crock pot, the boy pulled out the meat and some berries and placed them on the tray. Wilson used a piece of flint to cut up the meat. The bearded boy then formed several balls of meat and covered them in berry juice before using two pieces of flint to light the charcoal under the pot. Wilson released a sigh after placing the lid back on the crock pot. “Hopefully they’ll like meatballs…” The boy then felt his beard. “But my beard… I think I better shave before it gets itchy. It’s already larger than I like.” The boy wandered over to his backpack and pulled out a spare piece of flint and a twig. After a moment of thought, Wilson’s hands began crafting something new with the two items. The bearded boy released a sigh after creating the makeshift razor before glancing back at the fire pit. Willow helped Wendy make a crude wooden cage for the caught rabbit, unaware of the boy who watched them for a short time before wandering to the north of the campsite. While walking, Wilson used a piece of flint to transform some stone into a cylinder. “I might as well get some water for Wendy while I’m out, make myself useful…” The boy soon reached the spring, and he filled the new flask with the spring’s water. The boy then fashioned a quick cork out of a small log and sealed the container. “There we go… Now it’s time to shave.” Wilson pulled out the simple razor and gazed at it a short time before sighing. “How hygienic. Oh well…” Wilson began to shave. The makeshift blade easily cut through the black hairs attached to the boy’s cheeks and chin. Clumps of black hair fell to the ground every few swipes of the razor. When the boy finished shaving one side of his face, he moved to repeat the process to the other side. However, the blade nicked the skin on the boy’s cheek in the final stages of shaving. Wilson gasped then felt the small cut with a finger. The boy then sighed before gathering up the beard shavings. “I might think of a use for them in the future… At the least, they could serve as an emergency fuel for the fire pit.” As Wilson stuck the beard shavings into the backpack’s pocket, the boy felt something odd. “Hm?” The boy pulled out a red feather from the pocket. “…I suppose any part of me that wanted to try that serum out is now gone. I better have my science machine examine it when I get back, if for no other reason than to destroy it.” Wilson turned to start heading back to the campsite after placing the feather back into the backpack. Willow, however, stood along the boy’s path, the boy standing still upon seeing the girl. “You could’ve told us you were going out for a bit, y’know.” “Ah, Willow, you’re…” The boy turned his gaze to the side. “You’re right. I should’ve told you. I apologize…” The black-haired teen noticed how Wilson kept his gaze on the ground. “Just… tell us next time, ok?” The boy nodded before the duo began walking to the south. Within a couple of minutes, the duo found their way back to the campsite, Wendy chasing the small black chick around the fire pit. Wilson released a chuckle before moving towards the blonde child. The small bird noticed the boy approaching first and hopped over to him, Wendy spotting the boy soon after and running closer. “Oh, there you are! We were wondering where you went.” The young girl noticed the boy’s shaved face, the girl giggling before speaking. “You look better without the beard!” “T-thanks…” Wilson moved towards the chests. “To be honest, I prefer not having one.” After placing the feather and beard hair in the older chest, Wilson removed the syringe and bottle from the backpack. “And now… My science machine gets to examine a couple new items.” The boy walked up to the science machine. Wilson placed the syringe in the funnel before reaching for the lever. The machine hopped into action, the three humans all watching. Whirring and clanking sounded from the contraption. The black chick, startled by the machine, hopped away with a few chirps and sat near the fire pit. After a minute, the machine settled down and produced a slip of paper. Wilson fetched the paper before reading its contents as the sky turned red. “Hmm? Hold on…” The boy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his journal, a few slips of paper sticking out. Wilson flipped through the small slips until he found a certain one, pulling it out and examining the notes. “…No wonder it didn’t work! Whoever made that serum made it from monster meat and didn’t neutralize all the toxins.” The two females watched the boy put the slips of paper into the small notebook then put it back into his back pocket. “And now I’ll examine that bottle’s contents. The bottle itself may prove useful, so…” Wilson moved to pick up the glass bottle, the black substance inside still swirling about. The boy struggled to uncork the bottle for a short time before the cork gave way. Upon the cork being removed, the black ooze stopped swirling around. Oblivious to the substance’s behavior, Wilson turned the bottle upside-down. The black ooze slid out of the bottle and onto the boy’s right hand. After placing the bottle back on the ground, the boy used both hands to holding the black ooze, throbbing up and down in irregular intervals. “I wonder what makes it pulsate like this. It’s almost like…” With no warning, however, intense burning pain shot through Wilson’s left hand. “Aaaargh!” Willow and Wendy became worried upon seeing the boy jerk his left hand away from the black substance. The black ooze then slipped off of the boy’s right hand, but instead of hitting the ground, it began hovering above the ground. The substance then twirled and danced in the air, its air pockets resembling a face. Wendy and Willow stood still in shock and only watched the blob. “I-it’s alive!?” Willow focused her attention to Wilson when he released a grunt. The black-haired teen watched the boy pull off his left glove to reveal a reddened hand and a small scar on the palm of his hand. “Wilson, are you ok?!” Wilson glanced up at Willow and noticed the approaching Wendy before nodding then staring at his hand. “Y-yeah, but… My gloves have protected my hands f-from several dangerous chemicals…” The boy watched the strange substance a few feet away, twirling about inches above the ground. “So how did this… this thing cause this reaction?!” The black ooze then zoomed over to and floated in front of Wilson’s face. The boy gasped before attempting to back away, though the strange substance hovered closer at the same pace. However, the ooze soon changed its tactics. The black substance started circling Wilson’s head. The boy soon found himself trapped in a trance. Within the trance, dark crimson tendrils encroached on the edge of Wilson’s vision as all other colors turned pale. A strange shadowy creature formed in the distance and started advancing closer, four tiny legs carrying it quickly. The silhouette-like entity, large jaw full of jagged teeth, soon stood before the boy and released a silent roar at him. The shadowy creature then attempted to lash out at Wilson, body detaching from its legs as its jaws came closer. “Get away from him!” Wilson found himself torn from the trance. Upon finding himself back at the campsite, the boy gasped then attempted to calm his heavy breathing. Wilson’s head began throbbing a moment later. In response, the boy raised his right hand to his sweaty forehead and pinched it in an attempt to stop the pain. Wilson then looked around until his gaze fell upon the chirping Edison, who nudged the boy’s leg upon seeing him staring, and the boy patted the small bird on the head in response. Wilson then spotted Wendy and Willow, the two females corking up the bottle and trapping the black ooze. The black-haired teen released a sigh before glancing behind her to see the boy and black chick approaching. “Hey, Wilson, you ok?” Instead of a verbal response, Wilson only nodded. “That’s good. We were worried for a moment.” “You looked like a zombie.” Wilson turned his gaze to the blonde child. “Well, it’ll take more than that… t-that blob to best my mind.” A grimace crossed Wilson’s face as pain shot through his trembling left hand. “T-though I will admit, it did catch me off-guard… I better wrap up my hand, though I… I don’t know if that will help at all.” Willow watched the boy move towards his backpack. “Wilson, are you sure you’re ok? You’re acting a bit… strange.” “Don’t worry about me. I-I’ll be fine…” Wilson, after reaching his backpack, fished through it until he found the poultices. The boy turned his gaze to his painful left hand only to cringe upon seeing its reddened, swollen state. Wilson spoke to himself while he started slowly wrapping his hand. “That b-blob is not to be messed with. I-I’d hate to see what it would’ve done with… with a more severe injury… Ah!” Wilson flinched when pain shot through his hand again. “Do you need help?” The boy looked up and to his side to spot a somber Wendy. “Is there anything I can do?” Wilson shook his head before he returned to bandaging his hand. However, the boy’s stomach soon released a grumble. “Heehee… You’re hungry, huh?” A blush appeared on Wilson’s face before he remembered something. “Ah, I… I had something cooking in the crock pot. I-it’s probably done by-” Willow interrupted the boy as he rose to his feet. “I’ll check on it, Wilson. You just… take it easy, ok?” After a brief second, Wilson nodded and sat near the fire pit. Willow then moved towards the crock pot and, after noticing the lack of fire under the structure, removed the lid of the pot. “Ooh, meatballs…” The black-haired teen removed the tray and brought it to the fire pit as the boy finished bandaging his hand, fingers left unwrapped. “These look good, Wilson…” “T-thanks…” Wilson pulled out his stone fork as Willow and Wendy did the same. “I’m sure you two are hungry… H-help yourselves. Ladies first, after all…” The two females each stabbed a meatball before Wilson did the same. The trio ate their first meatball at the same time. Wendy spoke first about the food. “Mmmh! Thank you for making such good food, Wilson!” “Yeah… These are really good!” The boy’s face turned red as he smiled. During the rest of the meal, the group ate in silence. After eating a few meatballs, Wilson moved to grab another one. However, both the boy and Willow moved to claim the same meatball and took notice of each other. Wilson, upon realizing that meatball was the last one, retracted his fork. The black-haired teen noticed her friend’s act before coming up with a plan. Willow cut the meatball in half with her fork before claiming the half closer to her. Wilson watched the older female’s actions before gaining a smile and stabbing the other half of the meatball. “T-thanks…” The boy then ate the meatball. Willow gained a smile of her own after swallowing her meatball. “No problem.” The black-haired girl then turned and spotted Wendy yawning. “Tired, hunh?” After the blonde child nodded, Willow yawned herself. “Darn it, it’s contagious…” “P-perhaps you two should get some sleep tonight. I’ll… I’ll keep watch and make sure there aren’t more… s-surprises.” Wendy turned her gaze towards Wilson. “Aren’t you tired too?” The boy shook his head. “T-there’s no need to worry about me. I’m not tired at all… H-honest.” “Well…” Willow hesitated a moment before conceding. “Ok… Just wake me up if you get tired. I can take over if you need some sleep.” Wilson watched the two girls head over to and lay down on the grass mat as darkness covered the landscape. With a sigh, the boy moved towards the glass bottle and picked it up as the small bird curled up and fell asleep near the two females. The black ooze, its air pockets resembling a face, swirled within the bottle’s confines. The boy stared at the strange substance for a short time before tearing his gaze away. After spotting the older chest, Wilson moved towards the chest, opened it up, and placed the bottle inside. The boy released a sigh as he closed the chest. “W-what’s wrong with me?! Why can’t I go more than a couple of sentences without… without stuttering?” Wilson’s head began throbbing in pain again. “Nnh… M-maybe I shouldn’t have volunteered to stay up…” The boy then noticed the sleeping forms of the two females. “B-but they need it more than I do… right?” Wilson, after his headache got worse, sat down and settled for staring up at the dark sky, only the gibbous moon and several clouds visible. The boy eventually closed his eyes for a brief moment. However, upon opening his eyes, Wilson gasped at what he saw out of the corner of his eye. A bright pair of circular white eyes lurking in the darkness stared back at the boy. Wilson slowly rose to his feet and walked to his backpack. After pulling out the spear, the boy attempted to poke at the creature. “S-shoo… G-go away.” Wilson prodded the pair of eyes until they faded away. “Whew… That s-settles that pro-” The boy paled upon seeing more pairs of eyes staring at him. “W-what are they?! Why are there so many, and why… w-why are they only… watching me?” Wilson moved towards the other pairs of eyes and shooed them away one at a time with his spear. However, upon getting close to the last pair of eyes, the boy stretched a hesitant hand out towards the eyes. Wilson felt nothing, even when his hand passed between and through the pair of eyes. The boy sighed before coming to a conclusion. “…T-that goop must have injected some sort of… of neurotoxin or the like. I’m j-just hallucinating. T-that’s it…” The boy breathed a sigh of relief and sat down near the fire pit. Wilson then closed his eyes. However, the boy heard a voice whispering. Unable to identify what the whisper said, Wilson opened his eyes, but instead of finding himself at the campsite, the boy found himself in the middle of the only light in the area. A silhouette resembling a panther lurked just outside of the light and stalked the boy, the entity’s white eyes focused on its prey. When the creature raised its snarling head, a serpentine neck and head replaced the feline head. The monster then unfurled a pair of wings that quickly transformed into a pair of claws racing towards Wilson. “A-aaah!” The boy shot up and pointed his spear towards the fire pit. Wilson quickly took stock of his environment, calming down upon seeing the sleeping form of his friends. “E-easy now, Wilson… It was just a nightmare… J-just a nightmare. I must’ve… must’ve fallen dozed off. Y-yeah, that’ it… I better put my spear away before I… I accidentally hurt someone.” However, as Wilson walked over to his backpack and put his spear away, the whisper returned. “How does it feel, Wilson?” The boy froze upon hearing the whisper as his head began pounding again. “H-hello? Who… who’s there?!” Wilson waited for a minute before trying to calm himself and pinching his forehead. “I… I must be hallucinating again. Y-yeah, that’s it…” “You aren’t hallucinating.” A shiver ran down Wilson’s back upon hearing the whisper. “This is as real as your name is Wilson… Percival… Higgsbury.” The boy paled and began sweating upon hearing the whisper’s reply. “How do you know my… m-my name?” “We know all about you, Wilson. How your parents disappeared, how your aunt and peers treated you in that city, how you attempted to shut out everyone…” A faint laughter reached Wilson’s ears. “But enough of that… How does it feel?” The boy gulped after hearing the whisper before questioning it. “How does… H-how does what feel?” “Losing your mind, of course.” A raucous laughter then broke out, and Wilson only covered his ears in response. ~ Willow began stirring as sunlight covered the landscape. “Mmh… Aaawn…” The black-haired teen sat up as the blonde child started awakening. “I wish I could sleep in a bit longer…” Wendy yawned before jumping to her feet, the small bird hopping up at the same time. “Good morning, Willow!” The blonde girl then became a bit depressed. “I hope Abigal’s having a good morning…” “Well, l-like I said yesterday, we’re… we’re going to find her today.” The two females turned to see Wilson, his backpack already equipped and his bandaged hand still swollen. Willow turned to face and nodded at Wendy before speaking. “He’s right. We’ll find her, you hear me?” “…Ok.” The blonde child rose to her feet and smiled at her friends. “Where are we looking first?” Wilson, right hand tugging his left sleeve down over his arm, looked at the ground while responding. “This place is rather big, so… I-I was thinking we could split up?” “What?!” Willow then conceded the point. “True, we could cover more ground if we split up… But it’s also risky, Wilson.” Wilson, after a sharp inhale, nodded before responding. “I… I understand that, but if Abigal is left alone for much longer, s-she might…” Instead of continuing that train of thought, the boy changed the subject. “I was thinking of… of checking out the area to the southwest. C-could you and Wendy check the area to the east?” “Ok, Wilson…” Willow then added something to her statement. “…but since you’re hurt, we’re ALL coming back here at noon. …Er, when the sun’s highest, since, uh… y’know.” Wilson waited a moment before nodding. “A-alright… Let’s head out then and… and not waste more time.” The boy, glancing to and fro, then began following the nearby road heading to the southwest and soon disappeared from sight. “…Wilson was acting kinda funny, wasn’t he, Willow?” Willow nodded. “I guess… his hand’s still bugging him.” The black-haired teen turned to face the blonde child. “Either way, let’s start looking for your sister.” After Wendy nodded, the duo began following the path eastward, looking around wherever they went. “…By the way, what does your sister look like? Does she wear similar clothes to yours?” “Well…” Wendy gained a small smile before continuing, the duo passing by the black avian’s nest along the way. “She wears a bow just like mine.” The blonde child pointed to the red flower-like bow in her hair. “And for some reason, she had on this white sheet. I have to wonder why… Was she going to a costume party?” The young girl giggled before she said, “But I don’t care about what she wears. I’m just glad I got to see her again!” The blonde child then became depressed as the duo reached the crossroads and started heading north. “I just hope… we’ll see each other again.” Willow placed a hand on Wendy’s shoulder before speaking. “Hey, we’ll find her. Then you two can catch up and play together.” “Yeah!” Wendy smiled for a moment before her expression turned serious. “But, judging from how you and Wilson were talking, it’s dangerous here, right? You two have been really nice to me, so… I want to help any way I can. And be friends!” As she froze in her tracks, Willow’s expression showed her surprise upon hearing the blonde child. However, the older female gained a smile before responding. “Of course we can be friends…” Upon hearing Willow’s reply, the younger girl hopped up and down. “Thank you!” Wendy hugged Willow, much to her surprise. “Wha…?” The black-haired teen’s face turned red. Upon releasing Willow from the hug, Wendy took notice of her friend’s reddened face and giggled. “Um, uh… We should keep looking for Abigal…” The blonde child nodded before the duo continued following the path north. The duo walked along the path for a short time, searching and calling out for Abigal, before reaching the misty graveyard. The younger girl recognized the scene quickly. “A graveyard?” Wendy walked over to a blank tombstone and examined the area. “How many people are buried here?” “I… I don’t know.” The black-haired teen walked over to and stood beside her friend. “I just hope we don’t end up buried here as well…” Willow then looked up at the sky to see the sun still low, and she thought of an idea. “There’s a village not far from here. Maybe someone there has seen Abigal?” Wendy perked up before nodding. “Ok then, let’s go there!” The duo headed north until they spotted the grassy field housing several houses. The younger girl soon spotted the pig men wandering around the village. “Piggies! Are they friendly?” “Well, most of them shouldn’t mind us being here. Just… stick close, ok?” The blonde child nodded before the duo entered the village. The two females wandered into the village before moving towards one of the numerous pigs. After learning nothing from that pig man, they moved further into the village before asking another pig about Abigal. The process repeated a couple more times, the same result each time, before the black-haired teen released a sigh. However, upon seeing familiar black obelisks a short distance away, Willow thought of an idea and moved towards the structure, Wendy following behind. The duo spotted a pig man speaking to the Pig King. “…Very well, Julius. I give you permission, so long as it is indeed abandoned. You may go.” The pig danced for a moment before running past the two humans. However, the giant pig took notice of Willow and Wendy. “Ah, Willow… I see another human has been brought to our world. A young human, at that. What is your name?” “This is Wendy.” The younger girl bowed before her friend continued. “And, well… Wendy’s sister is here as well, but we haven’t had any luck in finding her. We were hoping she might’ve come this way…” The Pig King shook his head. “I have not seen any humans since you and Wilson left to return to your camp. If the human appears in the village, however, I can try to direct them to your camp. It is… on the rocky ground while following the fork in the path, correct?” Willow nodded before responding. “Did… Kiwi tell you that?” “Yes, he did.” As the giant pig prepared to continue talking, the obelisks began changing. A black wisp escaped the obelisks as they retreated into the ground. The wisps, however, soon took on a familiar appearance. Willow and Wendy gasped upon recognizing the wisps. The wisps flew into small black protrusions further away from the Pig King, and the protrusions soon rose from the ground to form new obelisks. The black-haired teen managed to stutter out a response. “W… what j-just…?” The Pig King turned serious. “You need to find your friends. I have noticed the only times these… cursed obelisks rise is before the Shadow Beasts attack.” “But… didn’t you say they only attacked someone who wasn’t…?” Willow then connected the dots. “Wilson!” The older female then began racing back the way she came. “W-Willow, wait for me!” Wendy ran after and managed to catch up with Willow. “What’s wrong?” “Those Shadow Beasts he mentioned… He said they only attack someone who’s hurt or sick.” After a brief moment of silence while the duo ran, the blonde girl released a gasp upon realizing the reason for the black-haired teen’s worry. “Exactly. We need to find Wilson and make sure he’s ok.” The two females ran south along the cobblestone trail, passing by the graveyard. The duo followed the fork in the path when they stepped onto the rocky terrain. The road quickly led the females to their campsite, but they failed to find Wilson. Willow turned her gaze to the sky to find the sun just past its highest point. Wendy, in the meantime, checked on the trapped rabbit. However, what the blonde girl found surprised her. “Willow, the rabbit!” Willow walked over to the pen to find a strange rabbit-like creature within the pen’s confines. The older female stared at the shaggy black beast cowering in the corner. “Its fur looks like Wilson’s beard…” The black-haired teen gazed at the black rabbit a moment longer before turning her gaze to Wendy. “We’ll have to figure out why it suddenly looks like this later. Wilson isn’t here, and he could be in trouble!” Wendy nodded before looking to the southwest. “I think Wilson said he was going down there…?” “Right, so we better head down there and find him.” The duo followed the path leading southwest, finding their way into the forest within a minute. While following the trail, the duo looked to the south to see a couple more of the shaggy black rabbits roaming around on a grassy field. The two females traveled deeper into the forest before hearing a familiar chirping. Willow and Wendy followed the chirping off of the path to find its source. The black chick nudged the unconscious form of Wilson, sweat trailing down his head and right hand clutching his spear, slumped up against a tree before chirping again. “Wilson!” Upon rushing to the boy’s side, the duo noticed a bleeding injury on their friend’s right arm. “It… looks like something really big bit him. What could’ve done this, Willow?” “I… I’m not sure.” Willow slipped off her backpack and fished through it until she found the poultices as the blonde child grabbed and held the troubled small bird. “I better wrap it up. Then we should get him back to the camp before… whatever did this shows up again.” When the black-haired teen grabbed Wilson’s right hand, he flinched and inhaled sharply. “N-no… Go away… L-leave me alone…” “Easy, Wilson… It’s just me and Wendy. Let me wrap up that injury of yours, ok?” The half-conscious boy calmed down upon hearing Willow. As the older female bandaged the injury, she thought to herself about Wilson’s condition. “What could’ve done this to him…? Did a Shadow Beast do this?” Wendy and Edison watched in silence as Willow wrapped up the injury. “Is he going to be ok, Willow?” Wendy’s gaze turned to the ground and, after noticing the blood-stained grass, took notice of a trail of blood coming from further south and ending under the boy’s arm. “It looks like it’s been bleeding for some time…” “I… I think so. We’ll just have to make sure whatever did this doesn’t take another bite.” The black-haired teen finished the job and placed the spare poultices back into her backpack. “Let’s get him back to camp.” Willow attempted to sling Wilson’s left arm over her shoulder. However, the older female felt something unusual, and she discovered the problem after lifting the boy’s sleeve up, Wendy speaking about it first. “It’s all swollen up, just like his hand.” Willow then thought of something, the idea making her frown. “If it got worse, why didn’t he tell us about it?” The older girl shook her head as she repositioned Wilson’s left arm over her shoulder. “Whatever… Let’s just get him out of here. I’ll get answers later.” Willow rose to her feet and began the slow trek back to the campsite, Wendy and Edison following behind. The group found their way to the path and followed it back towards the campsite. Following the trail quickly led the females and black chick back to familiar territory. Upon reaching the camp, Willow removed Wilson’s backpack, tossing it a short distance away, and laid the boy, right hand still holding onto the spear, down on the grass roll. The black-haired teen then took off her backpack, opened it, fished out some charcoal, and tossed a couple of pieces into the fire pit. The blonde child and small bird, in the meantime, sat near and watched the unconscious boy. However, after a short time, Wendy heard Wilson release a groan. The blonde girl gained a smile after seeing the boy dig his hands into the grass mat and open his eyes. “He’s waking up!” “Really?!” Willow dashed over to the boy’s side right before he shot up into a sitting position, his breathing erratic and eyes wide open. “Easy, Wilson, you’re safe…” Wilson, upon realizing his location and seeing his friends, closed his eyes and attempted to calm his breathing. “What attacked you?” “I… I don’t know…” The boy opened his eyes and glanced at his bandaged right arm, the poultices stained red. “When I t-tried to get rid of it… W-when I attacked it… I didn’t seem to do any damage to it. It just… I-I was lucky I could outrun it.” Willow took notice of her friend’s constant wide eyes and raspy breathing despite his attempts to calm himself down. “Whatever he ran into must’ve really spooked him…” The older girl placed a hand on Wilson’s shoulder, the boy releasing a gasp and turning to face the girl upon contact. “Hey, you’re safe here… If that thing does show up again, it’ll learn not to play with fire the hard way.” “Willow…” The boy, after inhaling then exhaling, gained a small smile. “T-thanks.” Wilson then attempted to rise to his feet, but his prior blood loss resulted in a dizzy spell and loss of balance, the boy using his spear as a crutch. “W-whoa…” “You lost a lot of blood, Wilson…” Wendy gently grabbed the boy’s arm as Edison nudged the boy’s leg. “You need to take it easy for now. Pleeease?” When Wilson turned to look at the blonde child, he noticed the younger girl’s pleading stare. “…F-fine.” The boy lowered himself to the ground and sat down. The small bird then hopped onto Wilson’s lap and fell asleep. “I… I suppose I’ll just try to find s-something to keep my mind… preoccupied.” “Well, that shouldn’t be too hard,” Wendy said with a smile. “You could always look at Mr. Beardling.” “Mr. Beardling? Is that the rabbit’s name now?” Wilson turned to look at the rabbit. However, the boy gasped upon seeing a shaggy black beast roaming the pen’s confines. “When we came back to camp, well… We don’t know how or why its looks so different. Maybe you can find out?” Wendy skipped over to the pen and stared down at the rabbit-like creature. “Come here, Mr. Beardling!” The black beast released an echoing shriek when the younger girl attempted to grab it. A sharp pain originating in the boy’s head then shot through his whole body. In response to the pain, Wilson released a sudden gasp and closed his eyes as his left hand shot up and clutched his forehead. Willow took notice of her friend’s acts and released a small gasp. “Wilson?! Are you ok?” The boy cracked an eye open. Faint black and crimson tendrils lined the edge of the boy’s vision. “…Y-yeah, I’m fine. That… that screech just-” Wilson closed his eyes, clutched his forehead tighter, and inhaled sharply after hearing another screech from the rabbit-like creature. Willow gained a frown upon hearing and seeing the boy. “Maybe you should get some sleep…” The black-haired teen looked up at the sky to find the sun approaching the horizon. “It is almost dusk.” “I-I’ll be fine, Willow…” “Gotcha!” The younger girl, the black beast in her hands, rose to her feet. Wendy caught sight of a large shadow right in front of her. Startled, the blonde girl fell backwards with a shriek. “Eep!” “Wendy?!” The two humans and black chick rose to their feet and turned to face the blonde girl. Wilson’s breathing hitched upon seeing the scene before Wendy. Willow, however, failed to notice what the boy saw. “What happened?!” The blonde child rose to her feet and dashed over to the duo. “T-there was something right in front of…” Wendy trailed off after seeing Wilson’s expression. “Wilson, are you ok? You don’t look so good.” Instead of responding, the boy started backing away, the two females taking notice of Wilson’s trembling body in the process. The boy then attempted to calm himself down and closed his eyes. Wilson opened his eyes only to find a shadowy entity rising onto its several tiny legs. The transparent creature opened its massive jaws after lifting its head high above Wilson’s, and a raspy laughter filled the air. With a gasp, the boy stumbled backwards as the strange beast lowered its body and head. The shadowy creature then scurried closer to Wilson. In retaliation, the boy swung the spear at the entity. As the spear sliced through the shadowy beast, it broke into three black wisps. Willow and Wendy both caught sight of the black wisps. “W-what?! Where did those come from?!” “That looks like what I saw earlier!” The blonde child watched the wisps fly a short distance to the south before merging together, the image of the shadowy beast visible to the two females for a short time. “Did you… see that beast?” “I-it… it can teleport?!” Wilson started backing away from the approaching shadowy entity as Edison chirped at the boy’s foe. After closing in on the boy, the strange beast attempted to bite the boy. Fortunately, Wilson dodged the attack and slashed at his attacker with the spear. The shadowy creature split into three black wisps and reformed south of the path. To the boy’s and beast’s surprise, a large fireball struck the beast moments after teleporting. “That’s what you get for messing with us!” Willow fired off another fireball as Wilson turned to face the two females. “They… they can see it too…? T-then maybe…” The boy turned his gaze back to the shadowy beast in time to see it vanish as dusk arrived. “It’s… it’s gone.” The two females approached the boy. “So that was what attacked you?” Wilson only nodded in response, raspy inhales and exhales sounding from him as he nodded. “Well, I doubt it’ll come back anytime soon.” Willow moved towards the boy and propped his left arm over her shoulder. Wilson gained a confused expression due to the black-haired teen’s actions. “W-what…?” Willow released a sigh before replying. “Don’t argue.” The trio then walked back towards the fire pit. As the black-haired teen lowered Wilson onto the grass mat, she said, “Now that things are…relatively peaceful, I think we all could use some sleep. Especially you, Wilson.” The boy remained silent after hearing Willow. Wendy took this opportunity to speak, Edison moving closer to the fire pit and curling up in the process. “I guess I’ll put Mr. Beardling back into the pen for now.” The blonde child skipped over to the pen. “Hey, um… Wilson?” Wilson turned his gaze from the ground up to Willow. “Y-yes? What… what is it?” “Well…” Willow paused for a moment before continuing. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us, y’know?” “I… I-I know. And I appreciate t-that a lot.” The boy then returned his gaze to the ground before speaking in a low voice, a scowl forming on his face as he spoke. “H-honestly… I-I’m exhausted. Don’t think I… I can stay awake much longer…” Willow noticed her friend’s tired gaze and heavy breathing. “Go ahead and get some sleep then. I’ll keep watch tonight.” “Abigal! You’re back!” The exclamation caught Wilson and Willow off-guard, the boy’s scowl fading away. The duo turned to see Wendy hugging a floating white sheet with eyes and a red bow on its head. “W-Wendy…? So that’s… that’s your sister?” “She’s… kinda hovering above the ground…” Abigal released a few moans. Wendy, however, seemed to understand what the white entity said. “…So you’re a ghost. Well, at least we can still play, right?” The ghost swayed from side to side while releasing another moan, the response exciting the blonde child. “Yay!” The younger female then thought of something. “Oh, I have to introduce you to my friends. I know you get jealous easy, but… Please give them a chance?” With a moan, Abigal followed Wendy as she moved towards her friends. Willow spoke first when the duo got close. “I’m Willow. So this is your sister Abigal?” “Yep! Turns out she’s a ghost… but she’s really nice!” Wendy turned to look up and smile at the white ghost for a moment. The blonde child’s gaze soon fell upon Wilson, who quickly noticed and responded. “A-and my name is… is Wilson P. Higgsbury. It’s… it’s n-nice to meet you.” “And the little bird is Edison.” The blonde child motioned towards the sleeping black chick. “They’re really nice, Abigal, so I hope we can all become friends.” Wendy, wearing a mischievous smirk, then touched the ghost’s body. “Tag, you’re it!” The blonde child then ran a short distance away. Abigal then began chasing the younger girl. “D- don’t wander too far…” Wilson, after seeing Wendy wave to reply, lowered his head. The boy’s gaze soon fell upon his bandaged right arm, the poultices soaked in blood. “I s-should probably change them before… before night comes.” Willow, in the meantime, ignited the charcoal in the fire pit, large flames lighting up the area. When the black-haired teen turned her attention back to Wilson, she found the boy attempting to rise to his feet, his spear serving as a crutch. “And what do you think you’re doing now, Wilson?” “M-my arm… Change the… the bandages…” Wilson, eyes closed and breathing ragged, swayed from side to side before he started to fall. Willow managed to catch the boy before he fell to the ground. “Easy, Wilson… I’ll get them for yo-” Large shadowy fangs tore through Wilson’s chest and Willow’s right leg. The black-haired teen released a cry of pain as she and the boy, eyes wide open for a brief moment, fell chest-first to the ground. Willow glanced down at her right leg to find a large bleeding gash starting below her knee and ending close to her ankle. When the black-haired girl turned and looked behind her, she stared up at horror at the shadowy entity, large open jaw full of jagged teeth, towering above her. A scream died in Willow’s throat as the creature glared down at the humans. As darkness started to cover the landscape, the shadowy monster scurried backwards, its gaping maw forming a smile. The entity released a silent roar at the humans before it vanished into the darkness of night, Willow just staring in the direction of the creature out of fear. The black chick woke up as the blonde child and her sister ran past and hopped over to Wilson. Wendy and Abigal rushed to Willow’s side and noticed her injury before speaking. “Willow, your leg! What happened?!” “I… I don’t know! Some sort of… Another Shadow Beast, I think… It…” The black-haired teen then remembered Wilson. “Wilson!” The two humans focused their attention on the boy. “Wilson…? Are you… ok?” Willow moved to flip Wilson. Upon flipping the boy onto his back, the small bird jumping back just in time, the group spotted a large pool of blood where the boy’s chest had rested. The group then saw a large dark stain on Wilson’s vest and his pale skin. “He’s dying.” “W-what?!” Willow stared at the blonde child in shock before gazing at the boy. “No… No, he can’t be…” The older female grasped the boy’s cold arm and began shaking him. “C’mon, Wilson, wake up! You… you can’t die. Y-you can’t…” However, Willow thought of something. “The bandages! M-maybe-” As Willow spoke and the black chick nudged Wilson’s body, the blonde child placed a couple of her fingers on the boy’s neck. “…It’s too late. He doesn’t have a pulse.” Wendy then made another observation. “And he isn’t breathing.” “No! He… he can’t be…” Willow broke down into sobbing. The somber Wendy moved towards her crying friend and hugged her. Willow shrugged the blonde child off, but when she tried again, the black-haired teen did nothing. “He… he didn’t… deserve this…” When the older female glanced over at Wendy, she spotted tears in the blonde child’s eyes. Willow also noticed a depressed Abigal hover closer. The two humans sat by the fire pit and cried for most of the night. However, pain in the black-haired teen’s leg caused the girl to release a groan. Wendy identified the problem, rose to her feet, and grabbed the black backpack. Willow gained a small smile when the younger girl offered the black backpack. As the black-haired teen dug through the backpack, however, Abigal noticed something and moaned to Wendy. “Hunh? What do you mean, Abigal?” With another moan, Abigal redirected her sister’s attention to Wilson. Wendy noticed the red gem on the boy’s amulet glowing. “Willow, look… What’s going on with Wilson’s necklace?” Willow, poultices in her hands, turned her teary gaze towards Wilson and noticed the glowing gemstone. “I… I don’t know.” The pain in the black-haired teen’s leg soon focused her attention on bandaging the large gash. Abigal, upon noticing the moon touching the horizon, moaned at Wendy again. “Hunh? Sunrise is soon?” Wendy then realized what her sister meant. “…Oh, you can’t stay out in the sunlight, can you? Because you’re a ghost…” The ghost nodded. “Well… Promise me you’ll come back and play with me again. I’ll miss you…” Abigal moaned again as the sun’s first rays broke through the darkness. The ghost vanished as the sun’s rays traveled through her body, Willow watching as she finished binding her wound. However, another light soon caught the attention of the duo. The two humans turned to see the amulet around Wilson’s neck glowing and beginning to levitate. The two stunned females and chirping Edison watched as the amulet lifted itself and the boy into the air. With a burst of light, the group lost consciousness. - - - Updated - - - I finally completed the next chapter... For anyone reading this, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'd like to hear what you thought of it (when you're done, of course). Don’t Starve: Chronicles of Survival Chapter 6 Horror and Terror “Why would Maxwell bring a little girl here?” Willow noticed the boy’s hands tighten into fists. “It makes me hate him even more.” To calm himself, Wilson took a deep breath and exhaled. “But anger isn’t going to help anyone right now. Willow, can you hand me the food you found yesterday and check to make sure the girl isn’t hurt? She’ll probably be hungry when she wakes up…” Willow nodded before handing Wilson the food she gathered. However, the black-haired teen paused after pulling out the two chunks of meat. “I also picked up meat from, um…” “That meat should help fill us up.” Wilson, after averting his gaze from his friend, grabbed the meat. “I’ll make another ratatouille while I try to think of what to make with the meat.” As the bearded boy moved towards the crock pot, Edison hopping behind, Willow walked over to and knelt next to the blonde. The older girl examined the shivering blonde child to find her hair and skin soaked with water. However, a few cuts near the girl’s wrists caught Willow’s attention. The older female slipped her backpack off, opened it up, and pulled out a couple of poultices. “I wonder how she got those cuts…? Either way, I better wrap them up.” Willow gently lifted the girl’s left arm and began bandaging the wound. However, the bandaging of the child’s left arm caused her to start stirring. “Mmh…” The blonde girl opened her eyes and spotted Willow. Willow soon spotted the younger girl’s gaze. “H-hello… How are you feeling?” The blonde girl, to Willow’s relief, responded to the question in a cheery tone. “I’m doing fine.” The child then sat up and looked at the black-haired girl. “Is this your camp?” “It’s our camp, yes.” The two females turned to see Wilson approaching. The bearded boy knelt down near the younger girl. “I’m Wilson P. Higgsbury and these…” Wilson motioned towards Willow then the black chick. “…are my friends Willow and Edison. Can you tell us your name, ma’am?” The blonde girl giggled after listening to and staring at the boy. “You’re too formal! And your beard looks funny.” Wilson’s face turned red upon hearing the child. “My name’s Wendy.” “I’m glad to meet you, Wendy.” Wilson extended a hand towards the blonde girl, and she stretched out her own hand, the duo shaking hands a moment later. Willow then spoke to the young girl. “Can I finish wrapping up your injuries?” “Hm?” The blonde followed Willow’s gaze to spot the cuts in question. Wendy then shrugged before moving the limbs towards the older girl. Willow quickly bandaged the child’s injuries. “There… How’s that feel?” “It didn’t hurt to start with…” “Well, the bandages will help the healing process.” Wilson then rose to his feet, the blonde girl watching in silence, and walked over to the crock pot. The boy examined the pot’s contents. “I think it’s almost done… Are you hungry, Wendy?” The blonde girl nodded. “Yes, I do feel a bit… empty.” A confused expression crossed Willow’s face for a brief second before she responded. “Well, you’re in luck. Wilson’s a pretty good cook.” “You… flatter me too much, Willow.” With a nod, Wilson removed the stone tray from the crock pot, steaming carrots covered in berry juice resting on top. The boy carried the stone tray over to the blonde girl. “Here you go, Wendy… Help yourself, but mind the tray.” Wilson then handed the child a stone fork. Wendy situated herself before the stone tray before poking a sliced carrot. The blonde then stabbed a couple of the carrots and moved them towards her mouth. After exhaling on the steaming carrots some, the girl finally stuck the vegetable in her mouth. Wendy munched on the carrot slices for a short time before releasing a hum of approval. Upon swallowing the food, the child stabbed a couple more carrots slices and repeated the process. Wilson gained a smile upon seeing the young girl eating and enjoying the food. The boy then rose to his feet and headed over to the wooden chest. After slipping his backpack off and placing it near the chest, the bearded boy opened his backpack and the chest. Wilson noticed the limited space of the chest and, after pulling out the logs in the two containers, began making wooden boards. Within minutes, the boy created another chest identical to the first. “Are you a carpenter?” The question startled Wilson, and he turned to spot Wendy, holding the small bird, peeking over his shoulder. “Ah, no… I’m a scientist.” “He thought of and made everything here,” Willow said while walking closer. “Reeeally?” Wendy waited until the boy nodded to continue. “You must be smart. Really, really smart.” Wilson gained a faint blush before changing the subject. “It’d be more efficient if we had each chest store certain items, such as one chest for the items the… ‘locals’ drop.” “I can understand that. I mean, who knows what else we’ll find here?” Willow watched the boy move the logs, flint, and gold in the old chest into the newer one. Wilson thought of something after placing some of his twigs and grass into the new chest. “We could probably do with gathering more materials before it gets too late… I’ll save further sorting for later.” The bearded boy rose to his feet. “But what about Wendy? We can’t leave her here by herself…” “Well, I was thinking she’d come with us…” Wilson glanced back in the direction of the child, but he failed to spot her, instead seeing only the black chick. A giggle sounded from the opposite direction, the boy turning to see Wendy rocking back and forth, her hands behind her back. “So… Where we going?” Wilson spoke as the trio began walking to the northwest. “A grassy field with plenty of resources…” The trio continued onward in silence, the group entering the forest within a couple of minutes. Upon reaching the coast, the humans followed it north. Soon, the group reached a large field. Wendy spotted a horned rabbit, however, and began chasing it. After laughing at the scene, Wilson and Willow looked at each other before moving to pick some grass, twigs, and berries. The group spent a lot of time in the grassland, moving from one section to another after gathering all the resources in the area. “Look, Wilson!” Wilson looked up upon hearing the voice to see the young blonde holding a rabbit. “I caught him! He was completely oblivious to his fate…” A chuckle escaped the boy’s mouth before it turned into a smile. “That’s great. What are you going to do with him?” “Hmm…” Wendy thought for a moment, staring into the eyes of the captured rabbit, before responding. “I don’t know. I would at least like to show Abigal I caught one…” “Abigal?” “She’s my twin sister!” The blonde girl looked around the area. “I wonder where she is? I haven’t seen her since last night…” Wilson perked up upon hearing the statement. “Your sister’s here as well?!” “Yep! Abigal protected me from this big meanie that snarled at us when it got dark.” Wendy released a depressing sigh. “It’d been awhile since we’d last seen each other. She said she’d try to see me again tonight, but…” “I don’t suppose you know where she went?” The blonde girl shook her head. “She left after I fell asleep…” Wilson sighed and looked up at the sky, sun starting to approach the horizon, before speaking to Wendy. “If she doesn’t show up tonight, we’ll head out and look for her, ok?” “…Ok.” Wendy gained a small smile. “Thank you, Mister Wilson.” The child’s words caught Wilson off-guard, his face gaining a small hint of red. “Y-you can just call me Wilson.” Wendy giggled after hearing the bearded boy. “Then why are you so formal?” “It… was just the way I was raised.” “Well, I like it.” The duo turned to look up at Willow. “I think we should head back for now.” “I agree…” Wilson rose to his feet. “Let’s go.” The trio began walking back towards the campsite, the black chick following after eating some seeds. However, Wilson spoke to the black-haired teen as the trek led them through the forest. “According to Wendy, her twin sister Abigal is also here.” The statement sunk in before Willow replied. “What?! So Maxwell brought two little kids here?!” “Apparently he knows no boundaries…” A scowl appeared on the boy’s face for a brief moment before fading away. “From what Wendy told me, Abigal said she’d show up tonight. If she doesn’t, though…” Willow nodded before answering. “You can count on me to help. In fact… Lighting the fire early might also help her find her way back.” “Ah, that’s true. The smoke would serve as a beacon in the sun’s fading light…” The group soon saw the campsite come into view. Willow moved towards the fire pit, tossed in a few pieces of charcoal, and lit the charcoal on fire. In the meantime, Wilson headed towards the chests and, after opening the newer one, slipped his backpack off and began transferring some of the twigs and grass from the backpack to the chest. Afterwards, the bearded boy then headed towards the crock pot but stopped upon seeing the stone tray lying near the fire pit. After grabbing the tray and placing it in the crock pot, the boy pulled out the meat and some berries and placed them on the tray. Wilson used a piece of flint to cut up the meat. The bearded boy then formed several balls of meat and covered them in berry juice before using two pieces of flint to light the charcoal under the pot. Wilson released a sigh after placing the lid back on the crock pot. “Hopefully they’ll like meatballs…” The boy then felt his beard. “But my beard… I think I better shave before it gets itchy. It’s already larger than I like.” The boy wandered over to his backpack and pulled out a spare piece of flint and a twig. After a moment of thought, Wilson’s hands began crafting something new with the two items. The bearded boy released a sigh after creating the makeshift razor before glancing back at the fire pit. Willow helped Wendy make a crude wooden cage for the caught rabbit, unaware of the boy who watched them for a short time before wandering to the north of the campsite. While walking, Wilson used a piece of flint to transform some stone into a cylinder. “I might as well get some water for Wendy while I’m out, make myself useful…” The boy soon reached the spring, and he filled the new flask with the spring’s water. The boy then fashioned a quick cork out of a small log and sealed the container. “There we go… Now it’s time to shave.” Wilson pulled out the simple razor and gazed at it a short time before sighing. “How hygienic. Oh well…” Wilson began to shave. The makeshift blade easily cut through the black hairs attached to the boy’s cheeks and chin. Clumps of black hair fell to the ground every few swipes of the razor. When the boy finished shaving one side of his face, he moved to repeat the process to the other side. However, the blade nicked the skin on the boy’s cheek in the final stages of shaving. Wilson gasped then felt the small cut with a finger. The boy then sighed before gathering up the beard shavings. “I might think of a use for them in the future… At the least, they could serve as an emergency fuel for the fire pit.” As Wilson stuck the beard shavings into the backpack’s pocket, the boy felt something odd. “Hm?” The boy pulled out a red feather from the pocket. “…I suppose any part of me that wanted to try that serum out is now gone. I better have my science machine examine it when I get back, if for no other reason than to destroy it.” Wilson turned to start heading back to the campsite after placing the feather back into the backpack. Willow, however, stood along the boy’s path, the boy standing still upon seeing the girl. “You could’ve told us you were going out for a bit, y’know.” “Ah, Willow, you’re…” The boy turned his gaze to the side. “You’re right. I should’ve told you. I apologize…” The black-haired teen noticed how Wilson kept his gaze on the ground. “Just… tell us next time, ok?” The boy nodded before the duo began walking to the south. Within a couple of minutes, the duo found their way back to the campsite, Wendy chasing the small black chick around the fire pit. Wilson released a chuckle before moving towards the blonde child. The small bird noticed the boy approaching first and hopped over to him, Wendy spotting the boy soon after and running closer. “Oh, there you are! We were wondering where you went.” The young girl noticed the boy’s shaved face, the girl giggling before speaking. “You look better without the beard!” “T-thanks…” Wilson moved towards the chests. “To be honest, I prefer not having one.” After placing the feather and beard hair in the older chest, Wilson removed the syringe and bottle from the backpack. “And now… My science machine gets to examine a couple new items.” The boy walked up to the science machine. Wilson placed the syringe in the funnel before reaching for the lever. The machine hopped into action, the three humans all watching. Whirring and clanking sounded from the contraption. The black chick, startled by the machine, hopped away with a few chirps and sat near the fire pit. After a minute, the machine settled down and produced a slip of paper. Wilson fetched the paper before reading its contents as the sky turned red. “Hmm? Hold on…” The boy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his journal, a few slips of paper sticking out. Wilson flipped through the small slips until he found a certain one, pulling it out and examining the notes. “…No wonder it didn’t work! Whoever made that serum made it from monster meat and didn’t neutralize all the toxins.” The two females watched the boy put the slips of paper into the small notebook then put it back into his back pocket. “And now I’ll examine that bottle’s contents. The bottle itself may prove useful, so…” Wilson moved to pick up the glass bottle, the black substance inside still swirling about. The boy struggled to uncork the bottle for a short time before the cork gave way. Upon the cork being removed, the black ooze stopped swirling around. Oblivious to the substance’s behavior, Wilson turned the bottle upside-down. The black ooze slid out of the bottle and onto the boy’s right hand. After placing the bottle back on the ground, the boy used both hands to holding the black ooze, throbbing up and down in irregular intervals. “I wonder what makes it pulsate like this. It’s almost like…” With no warning, however, intense burning pain shot through Wilson’s left hand. “Aaaargh!” Willow and Wendy became worried upon seeing the boy jerk his left hand away from the black substance. The black ooze then slipped off of the boy’s right hand, but instead of hitting the ground, it began hovering above the ground. The substance then twirled and danced in the air, its air pockets resembling a face. Wendy and Willow stood still in shock and only watched the blob. “I-it’s alive!?” Willow focused her attention to Wilson when he released a grunt. The black-haired teen watched the boy pull off his left glove to reveal a reddened hand and a small scar on the palm of his hand. “Wilson, are you ok?!” Wilson glanced up at Willow and noticed the approaching Wendy before nodding then staring at his hand. “Y-yeah, but… My gloves have protected my hands f-from several dangerous chemicals…” The boy watched the strange substance a few feet away, twirling about inches above the ground. “So how did this… this thing cause this reaction?!” The black ooze then zoomed over to and floated in front of Wilson’s face. The boy gasped before attempting to back away, though the strange substance hovered closer at the same pace. However, the ooze soon changed its tactics. The black substance started circling Wilson’s head. The boy soon found himself trapped in a trance. Within the trance, dark crimson tendrils encroached on the edge of Wilson’s vision as all other colors turned pale. A strange shadowy creature formed in the distance and started advancing closer, four tiny legs carrying it quickly. The silhouette-like entity, large jaw full of jagged teeth, soon stood before the boy and released a silent roar at him. The shadowy creature then attempted to lash out at Wilson, body detaching from its legs as its jaws came closer. “Get away from him!” Wilson found himself torn from the trance. Upon finding himself back at the campsite, the boy gasped then attempted to calm his heavy breathing. Wilson’s head began throbbing a moment later. In response, the boy raised his right hand to his sweaty forehead and pinched it in an attempt to stop the pain. Wilson then looked around until his gaze fell upon the chirping Edison, who nudged the boy’s leg upon seeing him staring, and the boy patted the small bird on the head in response. Wilson then spotted Wendy and Willow, the two females corking up the bottle and trapping the black ooze. The black-haired teen released a sigh before glancing behind her to see the boy and black chick approaching. “Hey, Wilson, you ok?” Instead of a verbal response, Wilson only nodded. “That’s good. We were worried for a moment.” “You looked like a zombie.” Wilson turned his gaze to the blonde child. “Well, it’ll take more than that… t-that blob to best my mind.” A grimace crossed Wilson’s face as pain shot through his trembling left hand. “T-though I will admit, it did catch me off-guard… I better wrap up my hand, though I… I don’t know if that will help at all.” Willow watched the boy move towards his backpack. “Wilson, are you sure you’re ok? You’re acting a bit… strange.” “Don’t worry about me. I-I’ll be fine…” Wilson, after reaching his backpack, fished through it until he found the poultices. The boy turned his gaze to his painful left hand only to cringe upon seeing its reddened, swollen state. Wilson spoke to himself while he started slowly wrapping his hand. “That b-blob is not to be messed with. I-I’d hate to see what it would’ve done with… with a more severe injury… Ah!” Wilson flinched when pain shot through his hand again. “Do you need help?” The boy looked up and to his side to spot a somber Wendy. “Is there anything I can do?” Wilson shook his head before he returned to bandaging his hand. However, the boy’s stomach soon released a grumble. “Heehee… You’re hungry, huh?” A blush appeared on Wilson’s face before he remembered something. “Ah, I… I had something cooking in the crock pot. I-it’s probably done by-” Willow interrupted the boy as he rose to his feet. “I’ll check on it, Wilson. You just… take it easy, ok?” After a brief second, Wilson nodded and sat near the fire pit. Willow then moved towards the crock pot and, after noticing the lack of fire under the structure, removed the lid of the pot. “Ooh, meatballs…” The black-haired teen removed the tray and brought it to the fire pit as the boy finished bandaging his hand, fingers left unwrapped. “These look good, Wilson…” “T-thanks…” Wilson pulled out his stone fork as Willow and Wendy did the same. “I’m sure you two are hungry… H-help yourselves. Ladies first, after all…” The two females each stabbed a meatball before Wilson did the same. The trio ate their first meatball at the same time. Wendy spoke first about the food. “Mmmh! Thank you for making such good food, Wilson!” “Yeah… These are really good!” The boy’s face turned red as he smiled. During the rest of the meal, the group ate in silence. After eating a few meatballs, Wilson moved to grab another one. However, both the boy and Willow moved to claim the same meatball and took notice of each other. Wilson, upon realizing that meatball was the last one, retracted his fork. The black-haired teen noticed her friend’s act before coming up with a plan. Willow cut the meatball in half with her fork before claiming the half closer to her. Wilson watched the older female’s actions before gaining a smile and stabbing the other half of the meatball. “T-thanks…” The boy then ate the meatball. Willow gained a smile of her own after swallowing her meatball. “No problem.” The black-haired girl then turned and spotted Wendy yawning. “Tired, hunh?” After the blonde child nodded, Willow yawned herself. “Darn it, it’s contagious…” “P-perhaps you two should get some sleep tonight. I’ll… I’ll keep watch and make sure there aren’t more… s-surprises.” Wendy turned her gaze towards Wilson. “Aren’t you tired too?” The boy shook his head. “T-there’s no need to worry about me. I’m not tired at all… H-honest.” “Well…” Willow hesitated a moment before conceding. “Ok… Just wake me up if you get tired. I can take over if you need some sleep.” Wilson watched the two girls head over to and lay down on the grass mat as darkness covered the landscape. With a sigh, the boy moved towards the glass bottle and picked it up as the small bird curled up and fell asleep near the two females. The black ooze, its air pockets resembling a face, swirled within the bottle’s confines. The boy stared at the strange substance for a short time before tearing his gaze away. After spotting the older chest, Wilson moved towards the chest, opened it up, and placed the bottle inside. The boy released a sigh as he closed the chest. “W-what’s wrong with me?! Why can’t I go more than a couple of sentences without… without stuttering?” Wilson’s head began throbbing in pain again. “Nnh… M-maybe I shouldn’t have volunteered to stay up…” The boy then noticed the sleeping forms of the two females. “B-but they need it more than I do… right?” Wilson, after his headache got worse, sat down and settled for staring up at the dark sky, only the gibbous moon and several clouds visible. The boy eventually closed his eyes for a brief moment. However, upon opening his eyes, Wilson gasped at what he saw out of the corner of his eye. A bright pair of circular white eyes lurking in the darkness stared back at the boy. Wilson slowly rose to his feet and walked to his backpack. After pulling out the spear, the boy attempted to poke at the creature. “S-shoo… G-go away.” Wilson prodded the pair of eyes until they faded away. “Whew… That s-settles that pro-” The boy paled upon seeing more pairs of eyes staring at him. “W-what are they?! Why are there so many, and why… w-why are they only… watching me?” Wilson moved towards the other pairs of eyes and shooed them away one at a time with his spear. However, upon getting close to the last pair of eyes, the boy stretched a hesitant hand out towards the eyes. Wilson felt nothing, even when his hand passed between and through the pair of eyes. The boy sighed before coming to a conclusion. “…T-that goop must have injected some sort of… of neurotoxin or the like. I’m j-just hallucinating. T-that’s it…” The boy breathed a sigh of relief and sat down near the fire pit. Wilson then closed his eyes. However, the boy heard a voice whispering. Unable to identify what the whisper said, Wilson opened his eyes, but instead of finding himself at the campsite, the boy found himself in the middle of the only light in the area. A silhouette resembling a panther lurked just outside of the light and stalked the boy, the entity’s white eyes focused on its prey. When the creature raised its snarling head, a serpentine neck and head replaced the feline head. The monster then unfurled a pair of wings that quickly transformed into a pair of claws racing towards Wilson. “A-aaah!” The boy shot up and pointed his spear towards the fire pit. Wilson quickly took stock of his environment, calming down upon seeing the sleeping form of his friends. “E-easy now, Wilson… It was just a nightmare… J-just a nightmare. I must’ve… must’ve fallen dozed off. Y-yeah, that’ it… I better put my spear away before I… I accidentally hurt someone.” However, as Wilson walked over to his backpack and put his spear away, the whisper returned. “How does it feel, Wilson?” The boy froze upon hearing the whisper as his head began pounding again. “H-hello? Who… who’s there?!” Wilson waited for a minute before trying to calm himself and pinching his forehead. “I… I must be hallucinating again. Y-yeah, that’s it…” “You aren’t hallucinating.” A shiver ran down Wilson’s back upon hearing the whisper. “This is as real as your name is Wilson… Percival… Higgsbury.” The boy paled and began sweating upon hearing the whisper’s reply. “How do you know my… m-my name?” “We know all about you, Wilson. How your parents disappeared, how your aunt and peers treated you in that city, how you attempted to shut out everyone…” A faint laughter reached Wilson’s ears. “But enough of that… How does it feel?” The boy gulped after hearing the whisper before questioning it. “How does… H-how does what feel?” “Losing your mind, of course.” A raucous laughter then broke out, and Wilson only covered his ears in response. ~ Willow began stirring as sunlight covered the landscape. “Mmh… Aaawn…” The black-haired teen sat up as the blonde child started awakening. “I wish I could sleep in a bit longer…” Wendy yawned before jumping to her feet, the small bird hopping up at the same time. “Good morning, Willow!” The blonde girl then became a bit depressed. “I hope Abigal’s having a good morning…” “Well, l-like I said yesterday, we’re… we’re going to find her today.” The two females turned to see Wilson, his backpack already equipped and his bandaged hand still swollen. Willow turned to face and nodded at Wendy before speaking. “He’s right. We’ll find her, you hear me?” “…Ok.” The blonde child rose to her feet and smiled at her friends. “Where are we looking first?” Wilson, right hand tugging his left sleeve down over his arm, looked at the ground while responding. “This place is rather big, so… I-I was thinking we could split up?” “What?!” Willow then conceded the point. “True, we could cover more ground if we split up… But it’s also risky, Wilson.” Wilson, after a sharp inhale, nodded before responding. “I… I understand that, but if Abigal is left alone for much longer, s-she might…” Instead of continuing that train of thought, the boy changed the subject. “I was thinking of… of checking out the area to the southwest. C-could you and Wendy check the area to the east?” “Ok, Wilson…” Willow then added something to her statement. “…but since you’re hurt, we’re ALL coming back here at noon. …Er, when the sun’s highest, since, uh… y’know.” Wilson waited a moment before nodding. “A-alright… Let’s head out then and… and not waste more time.” The boy, glancing to and fro, then began following the nearby road heading to the southwest and soon disappeared from sight. “…Wilson was acting kinda funny, wasn’t he, Willow?” Willow nodded. “I guess… his hand’s still bugging him.” The black-haired teen turned to face the blonde child. “Either way, let’s start looking for your sister.” After Wendy nodded, the duo began following the path eastward, looking around wherever they went. “…By the way, what does your sister look like? Does she wear similar clothes to yours?” “Well…” Wendy gained a small smile before continuing, the duo passing by the black avian’s nest along the way. “She wears a bow just like mine.” The blonde child pointed to the red flower-like bow in her hair. “And for some reason, she had on this white sheet. I have to wonder why… Was she going to a costume party?” The young girl giggled before she said, “But I don’t care about what she wears. I’m just glad I got to see her again!” The blonde child then became depressed as the duo reached the crossroads and started heading north. “I just hope… we’ll see each other again.” Willow placed a hand on Wendy’s shoulder before speaking. “Hey, we’ll find her. Then you two can catch up and play together.” “Yeah!” Wendy smiled for a moment before her expression turned serious. “But, judging from how you and Wilson were talking, it’s dangerous here, right? You two have been really nice to me, so… I want to help any way I can. And be friends!” As she froze in her tracks, Willow’s expression showed her surprise upon hearing the blonde child. However, the older female gained a smile before responding. “Of course we can be friends…” Upon hearing Willow’s reply, the younger girl hopped up and down. “Thank you!” Wendy hugged Willow, much to her surprise. “Wha…?” The black-haired teen’s face turned red. Upon releasing Willow from the hug, Wendy took notice of her friend’s reddened face and giggled. “Um, uh… We should keep looking for Abigal…” The blonde child nodded before the duo continued following the path north. The duo walked along the path for a short time, searching and calling out for Abigal, before reaching the misty graveyard. The younger girl recognized the scene quickly. “A graveyard?” Wendy walked over to a blank tombstone and examined the area. “How many people are buried here?” “I… I don’t know.” The black-haired teen walked over to and stood beside her friend. “I just hope we don’t end up buried here as well…” Willow then looked up at the sky to see the sun still low, and she thought of an idea. “There’s a village not far from here. Maybe someone there has seen Abigal?” Wendy perked up before nodding. “Ok then, let’s go there!” The duo headed north until they spotted the grassy field housing several houses. The younger girl soon spotted the pig men wandering around the village. “Piggies! Are they friendly?” “Well, most of them shouldn’t mind us being here. Just… stick close, ok?” The blonde child nodded before the duo entered the village. The two females wandered into the village before moving towards one of the numerous pigs. After learning nothing from that pig man, they moved further into the village before asking another pig about Abigal. The process repeated a couple more times, the same result each time, before the black-haired teen released a sigh. However, upon seeing familiar black obelisks a short distance away, Willow thought of an idea and moved towards the structure, Wendy following behind. The duo spotted a pig man speaking to the Pig King. “…Very well, Julius. I give you permission, so long as it is indeed abandoned. You may go.” The pig danced for a moment before running past the two humans. However, the giant pig took notice of Willow and Wendy. “Ah, Willow… I see another human has been brought to our world. A young human, at that. What is your name?” “This is Wendy.” The younger girl bowed before her friend continued. “And, well… Wendy’s sister is here as well, but we haven’t had any luck in finding her. We were hoping she might’ve come this way…” The Pig King shook his head. “I have not seen any humans since you and Wilson left to return to your camp. If the human appears in the village, however, I can try to direct them to your camp. It is… on the rocky ground while following the fork in the path, correct?” Willow nodded before responding. “Did… Kiwi tell you that?” “Yes, he did.” As the giant pig prepared to continue talking, the obelisks began changing. A black wisp escaped the obelisks as they retreated into the ground. The wisps, however, soon took on a familiar appearance. Willow and Wendy gasped upon recognizing the wisps. The wisps flew into small black protrusions further away from the Pig King, and the protrusions soon rose from the ground to form new obelisks. The black-haired teen managed to stutter out a response. “W… what j-just…?” The Pig King turned serious. “You need to find your friends. I have noticed the only times these… cursed obelisks rise is before the Shadow Beasts attack.” “But… didn’t you say they only attacked someone who wasn’t…?” Willow then connected the dots. “Wilson!” The older female then began racing back the way she came. “W-Willow, wait for me!” Wendy ran after and managed to catch up with Willow. “What’s wrong?” “Those Shadow Beasts he mentioned… He said they only attack someone who’s hurt or sick.” After a brief moment of silence while the duo ran, the blonde girl released a gasp upon realizing the reason for the black-haired teen’s worry. “Exactly. We need to find Wilson and make sure he’s ok.” The two females ran south along the cobblestone trail, passing by the graveyard. The duo followed the fork in the path when they stepped onto the rocky terrain. The road quickly led the females to their campsite, but they failed to find Wilson. Willow turned her gaze to the sky to find the sun just past its highest point. Wendy, in the meantime, checked on the trapped rabbit. However, what the blonde girl found surprised her. “Willow, the rabbit!” Willow walked over to the pen to find a strange rabbit-like creature within the pen’s confines. The older female stared at the shaggy black beast cowering in the corner. “Its fur looks like Wilson’s beard…” The black-haired teen gazed at the black rabbit a moment longer before turning her gaze to Wendy. “We’ll have to figure out why it suddenly looks like this later. Wilson isn’t here, and he could be in trouble!” Wendy nodded before looking to the southwest. “I think Wilson said he was going down there…?” “Right, so we better head down there and find him.” The duo followed the path leading southwest, finding their way into the forest within a minute. While following the trail, the duo looked to the south to see a couple more of the shaggy black rabbits roaming around on a grassy field. The two females traveled deeper into the forest before hearing a familiar chirping. Willow and Wendy followed the chirping off of the path to find its source. The black chick nudged the unconscious form of Wilson, sweat trailing down his head and right hand clutching his spear, slumped up against a tree before chirping again. “Wilson!” Upon rushing to the boy’s side, the duo noticed a bleeding injury on their friend’s right arm. “It… looks like something really big bit him. What could’ve done this, Willow?” “I… I’m not sure.” Willow slipped off her backpack and fished through it until she found the poultices as the blonde child grabbed and held the troubled small bird. “I better wrap it up. Then we should get him back to the camp before… whatever did this shows up again.” When the black-haired teen grabbed Wilson’s right hand, he flinched and inhaled sharply. “N-no… Go away… L-leave me alone…” “Easy, Wilson… It’s just me and Wendy. Let me wrap up that injury of yours, ok?” The half-conscious boy calmed down upon hearing Willow. As the older female bandaged the injury, she thought to herself about Wilson’s condition. “What could’ve done this to him…? Did a Shadow Beast do this?” Wendy and Edison watched in silence as Willow wrapped up the injury. “Is he going to be ok, Willow?” Wendy’s gaze turned to the ground and, after noticing the blood-stained grass, took notice of a trail of blood coming from further south and ending under the boy’s arm. “It looks like it’s been bleeding for some time…” “I… I think so. We’ll just have to make sure whatever did this doesn’t take another bite.” The black-haired teen finished the job and placed the spare poultices back into her backpack. “Let’s get him back to camp.” Willow attempted to sling Wilson’s left arm over her shoulder. However, the older female felt something unusual, and she discovered the problem after lifting the boy’s sleeve up, Wendy speaking about it first. “It’s all swollen up, just like his hand.” Willow then thought of something, the idea making her frown. “If it got worse, why didn’t he tell us about it?” The older girl shook her head as she repositioned Wilson’s left arm over her shoulder. “Whatever… Let’s just get him out of here. I’ll get answers later.” Willow rose to her feet and began the slow trek back to the campsite, Wendy and Edison following behind. The group found their way to the path and followed it back towards the campsite. Following the trail quickly led the females and black chick back to familiar territory. Upon reaching the camp, Willow removed Wilson’s backpack, tossing it a short distance away, and laid the boy, right hand still holding onto the spear, down on the grass roll. The black-haired teen then took off her backpack, opened it, fished out some charcoal, and tossed a couple of pieces into the fire pit. The blonde child and small bird, in the meantime, sat near and watched the unconscious boy. However, after a short time, Wendy heard Wilson release a groan. The blonde girl gained a smile after seeing the boy dig his hands into the grass mat and open his eyes. “He’s waking up!” “Really?!” Willow dashed over to the boy’s side right before he shot up into a sitting position, his breathing erratic and eyes wide open. “Easy, Wilson, you’re safe…” Wilson, upon realizing his location and seeing his friends, closed his eyes and attempted to calm his breathing. “What attacked you?” “I… I don’t know…” The boy opened his eyes and glanced at his bandaged right arm, the poultices stained red. “When I t-tried to get rid of it… W-when I attacked it… I didn’t seem to do any damage to it. It just… I-I was lucky I could outrun it.” Willow took notice of her friend’s constant wide eyes and raspy breathing despite his attempts to calm himself down. “Whatever he ran into must’ve really spooked him…” The older girl placed a hand on Wilson’s shoulder, the boy releasing a gasp and turning to face the girl upon contact. “Hey, you’re safe here… If that thing does show up again, it’ll learn not to play with fire the hard way.” “Willow…” The boy, after inhaling then exhaling, gained a small smile. “T-thanks.” Wilson then attempted to rise to his feet, but his prior blood loss resulted in a dizzy spell and loss of balance, the boy using his spear as a crutch. “W-whoa…” “You lost a lot of blood, Wilson…” Wendy gently grabbed the boy’s arm as Edison nudged the boy’s leg. “You need to take it easy for now. Pleeease?” When Wilson turned to look at the blonde child, he noticed the younger girl’s pleading stare. “…F-fine.” The boy lowered himself to the ground and sat down. The small bird then hopped onto Wilson’s lap and fell asleep. “I… I suppose I’ll just try to find s-something to keep my mind… preoccupied.” “Well, that shouldn’t be too hard,” Wendy said with a smile. “You could always look at Mr. Beardling.” “Mr. Beardling? Is that the rabbit’s name now?” Wilson turned to look at the rabbit. However, the boy gasped upon seeing a shaggy black beast roaming the pen’s confines. “When we came back to camp, well… We don’t know how or why its looks so different. Maybe you can find out?” Wendy skipped over to the pen and stared down at the rabbit-like creature. “Come here, Mr. Beardling!” The black beast released an echoing shriek when the younger girl attempted to grab it. A sharp pain originating in the boy’s head then shot through his whole body. In response to the pain, Wilson released a sudden gasp and closed his eyes as his left hand shot up and clutched his forehead. Willow took notice of her friend’s acts and released a small gasp. “Wilson?! Are you ok?” The boy cracked an eye open. Faint black and crimson tendrils lined the edge of the boy’s vision. “…Y-yeah, I’m fine. That… that screech just-” Wilson closed his eyes, clutched his forehead tighter, and inhaled sharply after hearing another screech from the rabbit-like creature. Willow gained a frown upon hearing and seeing the boy. “Maybe you should get some sleep…” The black-haired teen looked up at the sky to find the sun approaching the horizon. “It is almost dusk.” “I-I’ll be fine, Willow…” “Gotcha!” The younger girl, the black beast in her hands, rose to her feet. Wendy caught sight of a large shadow right in front of her. Startled, the blonde girl fell backwards with a shriek. “Eep!” “Wendy?!” The two humans and black chick rose to their feet and turned to face the blonde girl. Wilson’s breathing hitched upon seeing the scene before Wendy. Willow, however, failed to notice what the boy saw. “What happened?!” The blonde child rose to her feet and dashed over to the duo. “T-there was something right in front of…” Wendy trailed off after seeing Wilson’s expression. “Wilson, are you ok? You don’t look so good.” Instead of responding, the boy started backing away, the two females taking notice of Wilson’s trembling body in the process. The boy then attempted to calm himself down and closed his eyes. Wilson opened his eyes only to find a shadowy entity rising onto its several tiny legs. The transparent creature opened its massive jaws after lifting its head high above Wilson’s, and a raspy laughter filled the air. With a gasp, the boy stumbled backwards as the strange beast lowered its body and head. The shadowy creature then scurried closer to Wilson. In retaliation, the boy swung the spear at the entity. As the spear sliced through the shadowy beast, it broke into three black wisps. Willow and Wendy both caught sight of the black wisps. “W-what?! Where did those come from?!” “That looks like what I saw earlier!” The blonde child watched the wisps fly a short distance to the south before merging together, the image of the shadowy beast visible to the two females for a short time. “Did you… see that beast?” “I-it… it can teleport?!” Wilson started backing away from the approaching shadowy entity as Edison chirped at the boy’s foe. After closing in on the boy, the strange beast attempted to bite the boy. Fortunately, Wilson dodged the attack and slashed at his attacker with the spear. The shadowy creature split into three black wisps and reformed south of the path. To the boy’s and beast’s surprise, a large fireball struck the beast moments after teleporting. “That’s what you get for messing with us!” Willow fired off another fireball as Wilson turned to face the two females. “They… they can see it too…? T-then maybe…” The boy turned his gaze back to the shadowy beast in time to see it vanish as dusk arrived. “It’s… it’s gone.” The two females approached the boy. “So that was what attacked you?” Wilson only nodded in response, raspy inhales and exhales sounding from him as he nodded. “Well, I doubt it’ll come back anytime soon.” Willow moved towards the boy and propped his left arm over her shoulder. Wilson gained a confused expression due to the black-haired teen’s actions. “W-what…?” Willow released a sigh before replying. “Don’t argue.” The trio then walked back towards the fire pit. As the black-haired teen lowered Wilson onto the grass mat, she said, “Now that things are…relatively peaceful, I think we all could use some sleep. Especially you, Wilson.” The boy remained silent after hearing Willow. Wendy took this opportunity to speak, Edison moving closer to the fire pit and curling up in the process. “I guess I’ll put Mr. Beardling back into the pen for now.” The blonde child skipped over to the pen. “Hey, um… Wilson?” Wilson turned his gaze from the ground up to Willow. “Y-yes? What… what is it?” “Well…” Willow paused for a moment before continuing. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us, y’know?” “I… I-I know. And I appreciate t-that a lot.” The boy then returned his gaze to the ground before speaking in a low voice, a scowl forming on his face as he spoke. “H-honestly… I-I’m exhausted. Don’t think I… I can stay awake much longer…” Willow noticed her friend’s tired gaze and heavy breathing. “Go ahead and get some sleep then. I’ll keep watch tonight.” “Abigal! You’re back!” The exclamation caught Wilson and Willow off-guard, the boy’s scowl fading away. The duo turned to see Wendy hugging a floating white sheet with eyes and a red bow on its head. “W-Wendy…? So that’s… that’s your sister?” “She’s… kinda hovering above the ground…” Abigal released a few moans. Wendy, however, seemed to understand what the white entity said. “…So you’re a ghost. Well, at least we can still play, right?” The ghost swayed from side to side while releasing another moan, the response exciting the blonde child. “Yay!” The younger female then thought of something. “Oh, I have to introduce you to my friends. I know you get jealous easy, but… Please give them a chance?” With a moan, Abigal followed Wendy as she moved towards her friends. Willow spoke first when the duo got close. “I’m Willow. So this is your sister Abigal?” “Yep! Turns out she’s a ghost… but she’s really nice!” Wendy turned to look up and smile at the white ghost for a moment. The blonde child’s gaze soon fell upon Wilson, who quickly noticed and responded. “A-and my name is… is Wilson P. Higgsbury. It’s… it’s n-nice to meet you.” “And the little bird is Edison.” The blonde child motioned towards the sleeping black chick. “They’re really nice, Abigal, so I hope we can all become friends.” Wendy, wearing a mischievous smirk, then touched the ghost’s body. “Tag, you’re it!” The blonde child then ran a short distance away. Abigal then began chasing the younger girl. “D- don’t wander too far…” Wilson, after seeing Wendy wave to reply, lowered his head. The boy’s gaze soon fell upon his bandaged right arm, the poultices soaked in blood. “I s-should probably change them before… before night comes.” Willow, in the meantime, ignited the charcoal in the fire pit, large flames lighting up the area. When the black-haired teen turned her attention back to Wilson, she found the boy attempting to rise to his feet, his spear serving as a crutch. “And what do you think you’re doing now, Wilson?” “M-my arm… Change the… the bandages…” Wilson, eyes closed and breathing ragged, swayed from side to side before he started to fall. Willow managed to catch the boy before he fell to the ground. “Easy, Wilson… I’ll get them for yo-” Large shadowy fangs tore through Wilson’s chest and Willow’s right leg. The black-haired teen released a cry of pain as she and the boy, eyes wide open for a brief moment, fell chest-first to the ground. Willow glanced down at her right leg to find a large bleeding gash starting below her knee and ending close to her ankle. When the black-haired girl turned and looked behind her, she stared up at horror at the shadowy entity, large open jaw full of jagged teeth, towering above her. A scream died in Willow’s throat as the creature glared down at the humans. As darkness started to cover the landscape, the shadowy monster scurried backwards, its gaping maw forming a smile. The entity released a silent roar at the humans before it vanished into the darkness of night, Willow just staring in the direction of the creature out of fear. The black chick woke up as the blonde child and her sister ran past and hopped over to Wilson. Wendy and Abigal rushed to Willow’s side and noticed her injury before speaking. “Willow, your leg! What happened?!” “I… I don’t know! Some sort of… Another Shadow Beast, I think… It…” The black-haired teen then remembered Wilson. “Wilson!” The two humans focused their attention on the boy. “Wilson…? Are you… ok?” Willow moved to flip Wilson. Upon flipping the boy onto his back, the small bird jumping back just in time, the group spotted a large pool of blood where the boy’s chest had rested. The group then saw a large dark stain on Wilson’s vest and his pale skin. “He’s dying.” “W-what?!” Willow stared at the blonde child in shock before gazing at the boy. “No… No, he can’t be…” The older female grasped the boy’s cold arm and began shaking him. “C’mon, Wilson, wake up! You… you can’t die. Y-you can’t…” However, Willow thought of something. “The bandages! M-maybe-” As Willow spoke and the black chick nudged Wilson’s body, the blonde child placed a couple of her fingers on the boy’s neck. “…It’s too late. He doesn’t have a pulse.” Wendy then made another observation. “And he isn’t breathing.” “No! He… he can’t be…” Willow broke down into sobbing. The somber Wendy moved towards her crying friend and hugged her. Willow shrugged the blonde child off, but when she tried again, the black-haired teen did nothing. “He… he didn’t… deserve this…” When the older female glanced over at Wendy, she spotted tears in the blonde child’s eyes. Willow also noticed a depressed Abigal hover closer. The two humans sat by the fire pit and cried for most of the night. However, pain in the black-haired teen’s leg caused the girl to release a groan. Wendy identified the problem, rose to her feet, and grabbed the black backpack. Willow gained a small smile when the younger girl offered the black backpack. As the black-haired teen dug through the backpack, however, Abigal noticed something and moaned to Wendy. “Hunh? What do you mean, Abigal?” With another moan, Abigal redirected her sister’s attention to Wilson. Wendy noticed the red gem on the boy’s amulet glowing. “Willow, look… What’s going on with Wilson’s necklace?” Willow, poultices in her hands, turned her teary gaze towards Wilson and noticed the glowing gemstone. “I… I don’t know.” The pain in the black-haired teen’s leg soon focused her attention on bandaging the large gash. Abigal, upon noticing the moon touching the horizon, moaned at Wendy again. “Hunh? Sunrise is soon?” Wendy then realized what her sister meant. “…Oh, you can’t stay out in the sunlight, can you? Because you’re a ghost…” The ghost nodded. “Well… Promise me you’ll come back and play with me again. I’ll miss you…” Abigal moaned again as the sun’s first rays broke through the darkness. The ghost vanished as the sun’s rays traveled through her body, Willow watching as she finished binding her wound. However, another light soon caught the attention of the duo. The two humans turned to see the amulet around Wilson’s neck glowing and beginning to levitate. The two stunned females and chirping Edison watched as the amulet lifted itself and the boy into the air. With a burst of light, the group lost consciousness.
  4. Ah, it's good to see another part uploaded... Poor Wilson didn't do so well in A Cold Reception... but at least he didn't really die. I'll be looking forward to what happens to him next.
  5. Ah, it's good to see another part uploaded... Poor Wilson didn't do so well in A Cold Reception... but at least he didn't really die. I'll be looking forward to what happens to him next.
  6. I decided to do my own birthday and a couple other birthdays. Let's see what hilarity ensues.Pig King fed you flower petals.Pig King suddenly grew 8 legs and started pooping spiders.Willow started biting you in the dark....Yep, this is hilarious. Good job with this.
  7. May 13th Build

    I tried out caves earlier, and... I'm enjoying it so far. And I agree with the multitudes when they say the spitter is a bit too powerful with its nearly unavoidable projectiles. They're the main reason I've died all the times I have down there. I'm also noticing that when I try attacking the spitters, I don't always stunlock them. I'm not sure if that's intentional or a bug...
  8. Welcome back! Act three's good so far! But is that door what I think it is...? If so, I'm curious to see what Wilson will make of it.
  9. Yes, Maxwell, things are getting more interesting. Then again, they were already interesting to start with! I like this newest installment of the comic.
  10. Wow... That comic... I really like it! I especially like how you did Maxwell. He definitely looks intimidating here.
  11. I've taken a good look at all your art, and... I like it a lot, especially the insane Wilson pics and comics! I want to see more of this.
  12. I first saw it done by Simon and Lewis. Wanting to see and learn more, I looked up let's plays of Don't Starve. Eventually, I decided on watching one by a lesser-known youtuber that goes by cirby88tng. After watching several of his episodes... Well, I ended up buying the game.
  13. I finally got chapter five up. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!Don’t Starve: Chronicles of SurvivalChapter 5The CurseWillow groaned as light covered her face. “Stupid sun, let me sleep in…” A snort sounded in response. “…Hunh?” The black-haired teen opened her eyes and sat up. The girl quickly spotted the pig man standing a few feet away. “Kiwi?”“Where Wilson?”“What are you…?” Willow got up and, while holding onto her teddy bear, looked around the camp, seeing no sign of the boy but taking notice of the crock pot and distant bee box. “I don’t know where he’s gone to. It looks like he did a lot during the night, though…” As Willow looked around the area, a familiar voice spoke. “Ah, good morning to you two.” The duo turned to see Wilson, a stone cylinder in one hand and the blue egg in the other. “I apologize for my disappearance, but I figured it would be wise to get some water for the trip.” The boy, his beard bigger than before, then turned to speak to Kiwi. “I believe we’re ready to depart now. Lead the way, Kiwi.”“Friends follow Kiwi!” The pig dashed a short distance away then stopped and turned to face the humans.Willow, still grasping the brown teddy bear, grabbed the blackened backpack before joining her friend in following the pig down the road, the pig sprinting ahead then stopping to wait for the humans to catch up. Wilson offered a stone container to the girl as they walked. “I made two of these and filled both of them with water. Take it.”“Thanks…” The black-haired girl accepted the stone flask, uncorked it, and drank some water. “Where do you think Kiwi is taking us?”Wilson shrugged before answering. “If I had to guess, I’d say he’s leading us towards some form of ruins.” The group continued down the road, but the boy’s gaze turned to the south, marble pillars and stone trees visible. “It’s obvious there were people here. That site to the south appears to have been a building sometime in the past. It gave off the same… eerie feeling as the area we saw yesterday, though.”“If there were other humans here, though, what exactly made them disappear?” “That is the question.” The two humans followed Kiwi until a long chirp caught the group’s attention. Everyone turned and saw a tall black bird to the far south and an empty nest. “Interesting… I suppose that bird must’ve come and taken over the territory of the one I killed.”Willow stared at the avian before turning and speaking to Wilson. “You fought and killed that?! One of those…”“Y-yes. These… ‘Tallbirds’ are quite territorial, so I suggest we keep our distance. I’m not keen on fighting another one,” he said, glancing at his injured arm as he spoke.The trio continued following the path east. However, the group soon came to another crossroads, one path leading to the southeast while the other path turned north. Kiwi followed the northern path, and the two humans followed the pig man. The path led the group out of the rocky terrain and onto a grassy plain covered in a white fog. As the group continued onwards, a couple of tombstones and piles of dirt to the east caught the attention of the humans.“This is… a graveyard.”Willow wandered over towards one of the tombstones. “So there were enough people to-” The girl read the inscription on the grave. Upon reading the inscription again, the girl struggled to hold back laughter. “What in the world?! Wilson, you gotta read this.”“Willow?” The bearded boy approached the tombstone. “Now what is so funny?” Willow pointed to the inscription on the grave. “Alright then…” The boy examined the text on the grave before holding back a laugh of his own. “W-what?! Who would…? This is completely illogical.”The black-haired teen nodded. “Who would put their grocery list on a grave?!”“Friends follow Kiwi! Place not far.”The humans turned to spot Kiwi further along the path. “Ah, sorry, Kiwi… We got a bit distracted.” Wilson began following the pig again, Willow following the pig soon after. The group continued up the path until the fog dissipated. Wilson spoke upon seeing what lay beyond the fog. “It’s… a whole village of pigs.”Kiwi dashed ahead of the humans into the village. “Friends follow Kiwi!”The duo looked at each other before stepping foot into the village. The two humans followed Kiwi past several pig houses and pig men wandering about. Wilson took note of the diamond-shaped patches of grass, carrots, berry bushes, and flowers scattered about. Willow, on the other hand, spotted two smaller pigs wrestling on the ground. However, the two small pig men soon stopped wrestling and wandered over to a berry bush on the edge of the village. Willow then noticed some of the pigs staring at the two humans.“This place is rather big… How many pig men are there here?”Kiwi answered the boy’s question as the girl’s focus returned to her friends. “Many pigs. Some move away. Not enough space.”“I see…” Wilson then spotted wooden walls a short distance away. “What’s that?” The boy began wandering towards the walls. “Wilson follow Kiwi!” Kiwi ran after the bearded boy.Willow followed the pig man without question. Wilson, in the meantime, wandered over to the edge of the walls, a gap in the wall not far away. Looking past the walls, the boy spotted several wooden totems, fires lighting the top of each one, lined up diagonally in an “X” shape. Within the walls, several brown pigs wearing grass headbands wandered about. However, one of the fires on the odd torches decreased to a tiny flame.One of the pigs quickly noticed the totem. “More fuel!”“Now what is this…?” Wilson watched as the pig men ran over and added a couple bunches of grass to the totem, the fire reaching the intensity of the others. “What is this all for?”A brown pig spotted Wilson gazing at the totems and charged at him. “You go away!” The boy only noticed the enraged pig man as it raised its hand to strike.“No hurt Wilson!” When the brown pig attempted to swing at Wilson, Kiwi knocked Wilson out of the way and onto the ground. Several pigs in the area turned to watch the unfolding scene. The pig man then attempted to meet the attack with his own hoof. The two hooves collided, but the brown pig’s power proved too much for the other. Kiwi found himself stumbling backwards before falling to the ground. Willow gasped at the scene as the bearded boy recovered from his fall and saw his fallen friend.“Kiwi!” Wilson dashed over to the pig man. “I’m sorry…”The brown pig stomped over to Kiwi and Wilson, nearby pig men backing away from the scene, and spoke to them. “King decide fate. You and humans. See His Plumpness. Now!”The sulking pig man rose to his feet. “Friends follow…” Kiwi began trudging in to the northeast.The humans noticed the brown pig’s glare and looked at each other before following Kiwi. The group headed to the northeast before strange black obelisks came into view. Curious, the bearded boy wandered ahead of the others, Kiwi and Willow following behind. The sight of what the humans found surprised them. Within the center of four black obelisks rested a large dark-skinned pig sitting on wooden flooring. A crown made of grass adorned the pig’s head as well as large horns decorated with golden rings, the left horn bearing more due to its larger size. Like the other pig men, the giant pig wore a grass skirt. The giant pig turned its head down to look at the humans as Kiwi approached.“Humans…? It has been many moon cycles since I last saw any.”“Your Plumpness.” The smaller pig man ran up to the start of the wooden flooring the giant pig rested and bowed down. “Kiwi begs forgiveness!”The giant pig raised a hoofed hand towards the smaller pig. “You need not apologize. You have not done wrong by bringing them here.” The large pig then spoke to the humans. “Welcome to our village and our world. I am the Pig King of these lands. The demon called Maxwell brought you here, am I correct?” Both humans nodded. “So it has begun again… What are your names?”“I’m Willow…”“And my name is Wilson P. Higgsbury.” The bearded boy looked up at the Pig King. “If I may ask… You mentioned there were other humans here before us?”The giant pig started his reply with a slow nod. “That demon brings humans to our world for some unknown purpose. The last humans I saw said they made a camp north of here.”“Really?” Wilson turned towards Kiwi. “Is that where you were trying to take us, Kiwi?”The pig man turned to face the boy before speaking. “Show friends camp. Camp help friends!”The Pig King took notice of Wilson’s bandaged arm. “I see you’ve already faced some of the dangers this world holds. Take what you need from the camp. Its creators likely perished at the hands of this world’s dangers, and their supplies may prove useful in your endeavors.”“Ritual ready!” The brown pig wearing a headband dashed over to the area. However, the pig man noticed Wilson and Willow. “You leave now!” The brown pig roared at the humans, both of them backing away in response.“Enough!” The Pig King’s exclamation silenced the brown pig. “Guardian, know your place! You are to guard the ritual site and the village from those that would destroy us. These humans are no threat to either one.” When the guardian pig tried to speak, the Pig King raised a hand, silencing the brown pig. “Or myself. Now go and start the ritual.”The brown pig shot a glare at the humans before responding. “For the king!” The guardian pig ran back the way he came.“Please forgive him.” The two humans turned their gaze towards the giant pig. “Most of the guardians are… overprotective. And in the past, one human attempted to trespass on our ritual grounds, leaving a bad impression on them all.”Wilson nodded. “I see. That would explain their aggression when I approached what I assume to be the ritual site…” The boy then asked a question. “If I may ask, what is the purpose of the ritual he mentioned? I know it must be important if it needs guarding, so if you do not feel like sharing, I understand.”“The demon placed a curse on our kind long before I became king. The ritual keeps many pigs from falling to the curse’s power and dying.” The Pig King stared at Wilson and Willow. “Tonight, stay at the human’s camp. Do not wander away after dusk for any reason, lest harm befall you. And Kiwi…” The pig man perked up upon hearing his name. “Once you show Wilson and Willow the camp, come back and see me. You’re free to go.”Kiwi turned to face the two humans. “Friends follow Kiwi. Camp close!” The pig man dashed to the north, the humans following behind. The grassland faded away several minutes later, a small forest taking its place. However, the boy spotted a fire pit, several crude wooden boxes, and a wood table after stepping into the forest. Wilson sprinted over to, kneeled before, and examined a wooden box before removing its lid. Inside the box, the boy spotted several sheets of paper and a couple of small books. One leather-bound notebook caught the boy’s attention, his hand reaching in and grabbing it.A strange silver emblem emblazoned the front cover. “This… I-it can’t be…” The bearded boy opened the book and flipped through a few pages of notes. However, the boy soon came to a picture. “Oh?”“Whatcha find, Wilson?” Willow peeked over the boy’s shoulder and spotted the drawing. “I guess whoever camped here decided to keep a record of what they’d have to deal with.”“Seems that way…” The boy examined the picture of the horned rabbit before flipping to another page with three drawings. “There are three types of mushrooms here, it appears… More mushrooms appear after it rains, according to their notes.”“Are they even safe to eat, though?”Wilson read the notes before responding. “The red and green ones are poisonous, but the blue ones seem to have healing properties, though it apparently numbs the body and senses for a short time. That’s only when eaten raw, though… The notes say red mushrooms are common during the day, green ones pop up at dusk, and blue ones only show up at night.”“So the most useful type is the hardest to find…” The black-haired girl watched the boy flip to the next page. The duo recognized the creature depicted. “They even documented spiders?”Wilson read over the page. “Yes… Their notes say that their glands have minor healing properties. Also, there are yellow and black ‘warrior’ spiders that come from large spider dens.”Sunset descended on the land. “That late already? It hasn’t felt like it’s been that long…”“Let’s see if there’s anything we can use for fuel here.” Wilson placed the notebook in his back pocket glancing around the area. “It’d be better for us to save our charcoal for our own fire pit.” Willow nodded before the duo headed for different boxes. Willow found one box and removed its cover to find assorted rust-colored gears. After searching through the box to find nothing else, the girl moved towards another nearby box. Wilson, in the meantime, rummaged through a box full of wood and rocks. The bearded boy removed some of the logs and tucked a couple into his backpack.“Yuck!” The exclamation startled Wilson, who dropped the logs he held. The boy turned to find Willow carrying a wooden box and placing it in the fire pit. Upon seeing the boy’s confused face, the teen spoke. “I think I found their box of food… Or rather, what WAS their box of food.” Willow lit the box on fire, it and its contents creating a large fire.The stomachs of the two humans growled a minute later. “Speaking of food, I suppose now would be a good time to eat.” The boy moved towards the fire pit and placed his backpack on the ground. Wilson then fished out two stone bowls with covers hiding their contents. “I made these by putting our food in the crock pot.” Wilson pushed one dish towards the approaching girl. “Try it.”Willow sat down near the stone dish and uncovered the food. Inside, she found several small nuggets of meat arranged around a central container of yellow sauce, a crude stone fork resting nearby. “This looks good! What’d you make for yourself, though?”“Well, using the carrots and berries…” The boy uncovered the other dish. Slices of carrot and a few berries covered in a red sauce resided within, another stone fork lying within. “It’s not exactly a ratatouille, but it’s less of a mouthful than carrot slices coated with berry juice.”The black-haired girl giggled after hearing her friend. “I’ve never heard of that dish before… Is that going to be enough food for you?”“It’s a dish consisting of vegetables and herbs… under normal circumstances, at least.” The bearded boy glanced up at Willow before answering her question. “And don’t worry about me. There’s still a few leftover berries and a glob of honey either of us can eat if these don’t fill us up.”“But still…” After a moment of thought, Willow then said, “How about this… I’ll try some of that rattytu… Er, whatever you called it. Since we are stuck here, I can’t be that picky… You can have a couple of these nuggets in return. You did make them, so it’s only fair you try some of it.”Wilson stared at the girl for a short time. “…Really? Are… are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”Willow nodded. “Of course I’m sure. Now let’s do this before I change my mind.”The bearded boy suppressed a chuckle, gaining a smile in the process, and grabbed the stone fork near his food. The girl moved her fork towards the ratatouille as the boy’s fork traveled towards a nugget of meat. Willow scooped up some of the carrots and berries. Wilson stabbed a nugget and dipped the meat into the sauce. The duo then tasted their friend’s food, the girl hesitating only a moment. Wilson gained a small smile while munching on the meat, but Willow only shrugged after eating the carrots and berries.“I’ve never really liked carrots before, but… These are alright.” Willow gained a small smile. “If there were nothing else, I wouldn’t mind eating this that much. You’re a pretty good cook, Wilson.”A faint blush decorated the boy’s face. “Thanks…” The two humans began eating their own dishes. Willow gained a smile upon tasting a nugget dipped in the yellow sauce. “Mmmh! These are really good! What do you call this?”“Ah… I call those ‘honey nuggets.’”“Honey nuggets, hunh? I like ‘em!” The duo continued eating in silence. Once the humans finished eating, Willow asked another question. “So how’d you become such a good cook?”“Well…” The boy turned his gaze to the full moon. “After finishing high school, I… left my aunt’s house and returned back home. I had to teach myself how to cook decent meals at the least…”Willow listened to the boy and waited a short moment before responding. “Didn’t your aunt try to stop you?”“Well… It took a bit to convince her to let me go. Basically… how do I put this nicely…? She… told me she’d wait for me to come crawling back. I don’t want to ever go back there. Though honestly speaking, it’d probably be better there than here…”“I can understand that…” Willow paused as Wilson pulled out the blue egg and placed it near the fire pit. “Even though people there think of us as freaks, at least there we wouldn’t have to worry about giant spiders or crazy hounds or… whatever else lives here. Then again, we wouldn’t have met otherwise…” “True, and I am glad we met and became friends.” The boy then rose to his feet. “I bet there’s some items here we could use back at our campsite. We should take a good look around and see what we find before it gets too dark.”After nodding, Willow headed over to and removed the lid from a nearby box as Wilson browsed the rest of that box’s contents. The black-haired girl found a familiar item. “Hey, I found more of those poultice things in here!” Willow browsed through the rest of the box’s contents. “There’s also some weird squishy pink things and a few needles, including one filled with some sort of… blackish ooze.” The girl pulled out the syringe with the black liquid as Wilson walked over.“Can I see it?” Willow handed the needle to the bearded boy, who quickly spotted a label. “Hmm… ‘Experimental strength enhancer’? I wonder if it works… I might have to find something to try it out on later, see if it does.” The boy then peeked into the box. “Those pink objects look like the drawing of the spider glands. Depending on what we find in the other boxes, we may have to make multiple trips… But we should definitely take these poultices with us and keep a few on us at all times for emergencies. Maybe the glands, too… I might find a way to strengthen their healing effects in the future.”Darkness covered the landscape. “Let’s head back to the fire for now. The fire’s light probably won’t cover the boxes for too long.” The duo then headed back to and sat near the fire, the bearded boy pulling out the notebook along the way. Wilson opened the book back to the page with the spiders. “Let’s see what else they found…” The boy turned the page and read the title of the creature depicted. “‘Clockwork Knight’?”“Knight?” Willow peeked over and saw the horse-shaped creature. “That’s a horse!”“I think they mean a knight as in the piece in chess. It does bear a striking resemblance, now that I think about it…” The boy read the notes under the picture. “They attack with a spring-loaded headbutt and then hop away while they prepare to strike again. They…” The boy paused upon reading a certain section. “They found four of them near that platform. The one I mentioned finding on the way here?” The black-haired girl nodded before Wilson continued. “They defeated all of them somehow and were looking into possible uses for the gears they dropped.”“Oh yeah, I found some gears in one of the boxes I searched. There were quite a few…” The boy turned the page a moment later. However, instead of finding another detailed picture, the duo found instead found a black outline of a bipedal creature with antlers. “What’s with this one?”Wilson read the information on the page. “They heard about this monster from the Pig King. They probably never saw it… Or at least, didn’t escape to record what it looked like.” The boy looked over the notes. “It mentions the Pig King and pigs call this giant creature ‘The Destroyer’, as it can demolish a pig house with one swing of its claws. It’s described as having thin limbs, large antlers, and a single eye on its face. The notes also say…” The boy’s face paled for a brief moment before he continued reading. “The notes say it appears during the coldest of days.”“T-that… I hope we don’t ever meet it.”Wilson nodded before turning the page to find another black outline bearing resemblance to a tree, notes underneath the drawing. “This page details a creature the pigs call ‘Leif.’ It apparently hides among the trees and sleeps until someone angers it. The notes say the Pig King described it as a ‘slow and forgetful guardian of the forest.’ I wonder what that means…?”“Um, Wilson? D-do you… think we’d survive if we r-ran into those… things?”Wilson turned to face his friend. Fear decorated the girl’s features as she hugged her teddy bear. “I don’t plan on letting Maxwell get away with this. For as long as I breathe, I’ll make sure we survive, and I’ll do my best to find a way for us to escape. I can promise you that, Willow.”“…T-thanks, Wilson.” Willow gained a small smile, the boy gaining a smile of his own soon after. The girl turned her gaze towards the fire, but something else caught her attention. “Oh? It looks like that bird fell asleep.”“Hm?” The boy peeked around the fire to spot a sleeping bird bearing red plumage. “You know, I could test out that strength enhancer on it…” Wilson rose to his feet and snuck closer to the sleeping avian while twisting some grass into rope. The boy tied up the bird before it woke up, chirping upon finding itself bound. “Now, to test this serum…” Wilson pulled the syringe out of his pocket and flicked the glass a couple of times. The bearded boy then injected a small portion of the serum into the frightened bird.Willow watched the whole scene in silence. “Poor bird…”“Well, if this serum doesn’t work, at least its negative side effects won’t harm either of us. It’s better to test things like this out on animals first rather than people.” Wilson carried the silent redbird closer to the fire. When close to Willow, Wilson sat down and placed the bird near his backpack. “If there are any serious side effects, they’ll occur within a day’s worth of time. If not, I’ll release it then.” The boy then thought of something. “But maybe we could make traps that would capture birds… That could be another source of food. Of course, we’d have to make these traps differently than the traps for the jackalopes.”“Do you always think of what you could make?”Wilson thought for a moment before answering. “Yes. Well, unless I’ve lost my inspiration…”Willow looked up at the sky and noticed the full moon approaching the horizon. “Well, at least the night’s almost over…” A loud howl sounded throughout the area. “That… sounded really close, Wilson.”“It didn’t sound like one of those hounds, but we better get ready.” Wilson rose to his feet. “Whatever that is may attack us before morning comes.” The bearded boy walked over to his backpack and pulled out his spear. However, as the boy pulled his spear out, the girl spotted something racing closer. “Something’s coming at us… fast!”Wilson turned to face the direction of the approaching creature. “It looks like it wants a fight. Get ready!”The monster ran into the range of the fire’s light. With a howl, the shaggy brown beast, hoofed hands raised above its head, dashed towards Willow. The black-haired girl launched a fireball at the monster, and it recoiled back as the flames blasted its body. Wilson then slashed at the beast, earning howls of pain. However, the furry brown monster recovered fast enough to swipe at Willow. The hooves tore through the skin on the girl’s right arm. With a shriek, Willow backed away before firing off another stream of flames. While the beast burned, Wilson dealt a powerful blow, the brown creature falling to the ground unconscious, and turned to face his friend.“Willow, are you ok?!”“It really hurts…” Willow’s eyes started watering as she held her injured lower arm.The bearded boy dashed to the box full of poultices, the box barely in the fire’s light. Upon finding some of the poultices, Wilson pulled some out and rushed to the girl’s side, the boy’s spear falling nearby. “I can bandage it, but I need you to move your hand.”“O-ok…” Willow slowly lifted her hand off of the injury on her right arm. The boy then began wrapping the wound with the poultice, a groan of pain escaping the girl’s mouth. “I… I must apologize. If I’d tried striking it earlier-”“Don’t blame yourself… I was way too close to it.” The girl took notice of the creature’s figure lying on the ground. “Let’s kill it before it wakes up…”Wilson nodded before speaking. “I’m just about done wrapping it up… Try to keep use of your arm to a minimum for now, alright?” The boy finished bandaging the injury as Willow nodded, the boy hanging onto a few extra bandages. “There… I’ll take care of that beast now.” The bearded boy grabbed his spear off the ground and approached the unconscious beast. As Wilson raised his spear, the sun’s rays spread light across the land. The duo quickly noticed something happening to the monster. The beast’s shaggy brown fur receded to reveal dark pink skin and a grass skirt. The boy’s spear fell to the ground as he recognized the sleeping pig.“Kiwi!?”Willow stuttered for a bit before responding. “Why was…? Was he…? How…?”“I… I don’t know.” Wilson’s mind traveled back to the words of the Pig King. “Maybe… it has to do with that curse the Pig King mentioned? We definitely need to talk to him about this.” The boy used some of the spare poultices to start wrapping up the pig man’s injured side.However, Kiwi began stirring during the process. The pig man soon spotted the girl’s injured arm. “Kiwi hurt friends!” The pig got up and dashed a short distance away, the bandages only covering half of his injuries.“Kiwi, hold on!” Wilson started to creep closer to the frightened Kiwi. “You didn’t mean to attack us… am I right?”Kiwi’s gaze focused on the ground as he bowed down. “Kiwi begs forgiveness…”“Well…” Willow stepped closer to the pig. “Seeing the way you’re acting, I can tell you didn’t mean to hurt me. So… don’t worry about it.”Kiwi perked up. “You is good!” The pig man began dancing.“Can I finish binding your injuries now, Kiwi?” The pig glanced down at the poultice wrapped around his body before raising his arms. Wilson approached his friend and finished bandaging the wounds in a matter of minutes. “I have questions that need answers… and I think the Pig King can answer them.”~“Yes… What you witnessed last night was the curse I mentioned.” The Pig King released a grunt-like sigh. “On nights of full moon, or after eating too much of the cursed purple meat, my subjects become feral beasts. The ritual keeps those inside their houses under a deep sleep until morning.” The giant pig’s gaze then turned to the boy. “Tell me, Wilson… You are a scientist, are you not?”A nod preceded the boy’s verbal response. “Y… yes, I am. Why do you ask?”The pig inhaled before replying. “Those of the camp to the north… The males of that group called themselves scientists. I am going to give you the same warning as I did them. The secrets of these lands are deadly to your kind. Some humans, after learning a couple of the secrets, were devoured by the strange Shadow Beasts. The soulless one they carried, when fueled by one such secret, killed many others. Do not seek this world’s secrets out, no matter the temptation, for they will try to destroy you and anyone you come close to. Understand?”“Y-yes, I believe so… I’ll do my best to resist.”The Pig King nodded. “If there is anything else you wish to know, I would be more than happy to answer your questions. I would… also be willing to trade for anything you don’t need. The trinkets you humans have created are quite interesting, I must admit…”“Really…? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Wilson turned to the north while keeping his gaze on the giant pig. “I do have more questions, but… For now, though, I better head back to the camp and check on Willow. We’ll probably stop by before we head back to our campsite, though…”Wilson then walked to the north, the Pig King keeping his gaze on the bearded boy. The boy soon reached the edge of the forest and continued onwards to the camp. However, the giant pig’s words echoed through Wilson’s head. The boy came to a stop and pulled out the syringe filled mostly with the black liquid. “It’s probably not worth the risk, even if that redbird doesn’t show any symptoms. Though I could examine it in my science machine when we get back, see what they used to make it…” The boy continued walking into the campsite. Once there, Wilson spotted Willow putting some of the poultices into the blackened backpack. The bearded boy spotted his backpack, the redbird’s head sticking out of one of the pockets, near another box and approached it. The boy slipped the needle into the backpack’s spare side pocket before equipping the backpack. Wilson then walked over to and looked in the box the girl pulled the poultices from.“Oh, welcome back, Wilson!” The black-haired girl rose to her feet. “What’d the Pig King say? Was Kiwi…?”Wilson nodded while looking into the bare box, a few spider glands and empty syringes lying within. “The pigs turn into… what I can only describe as ‘Werepigs’ during the full moon or, according to the Pig King, after eating too much of the purple meat.”“I guess it’s a good thing we haven’t eaten any of that weird meat then…” Willow rose to her feet. “Well, I managed to pack up all of those bandages. What should we do with those spider glands? My backpack’s already full…” “Hmm…” The boy thought about the question for a short time. “Let’s take a quick glance at the other boxes’ contents. There may be other important items we should take back first. And the spider glands don’t appear to have degraded at all, so it probably wouldn’t hurt to leave them a bit longer.”Willow nodded before rising to her feet. “I’ll check the boxes over here if you’ll check the boxes on the other side.”“Very well. If you find anything interesting, let me know.”Wilson headed to a small group of boxes on the other side of the fire pit. The boy looked into one box to find logs and rocks. Upon looking into the box further, Wilson also found a few clumps of grass, some small twigs, and a couple pieces of flint. The bearded boy, after putting some grass and twigs in his pocket, moved to and opened up another wooden box. Wilson found only a few items resting within the opened box, but all of them caught his attention.Wilson pulled out a strange black ring split into several segments. The boy tilted the ring and examined it. “What is this…? Is it… connected to that box thing and wood platform?”After placing the ring down on the grass, the boy pulled out a glass bottle filled with a strange black substance. The boy noticed how the substance, a few air pockets appearing and disappearing, swirled within the bottle even when held steady. Wilson stared at the black ooze for a short time before tearing his gaze away and placing the bottle near the ring. The bearded boy then pulled out a large sheet of folded paper.“And what is this?” The boy unfolded the paper and released a gasp upon spotting the paper’s contents. “T-this is…”Willow walked over to her friend’s location. “What’d ya find, Wilson?” The girl spotted the blueprint’s contents. “What is that supposed to be?! It… looks like a person…”Wilson read the detailed notes on the blueprint. “Apparently, the people here were working on an automaton that got dragged here with them. From the looks of it, they actually got it to work with the resources they found here. Some of the gears they got from those clockwork knights were likely used on it…”“So… would this have made the people that were here scientists?”Wilson nodded before speaking, placing the blueprint on the ground and moving towards the last nearby box in the process. “Actually, the Pig King said that the men here were scientists. Their automation, from the looks of it, would’ve been the creation of the century… if they ever escaped this place.” Wilson found a few strands of silk, a couple of white fangs, and a couple of pink hides in the box. The boy recognized the pink hides and the curly tail adorning each one. “These look like pig skins…”“They probably had to kill some of them that turned into… what Kiwi did.” Willow noticed the bearded boy grab the hides and stick them in his backpack. “I only found a few weird… things, including another one of those religious artifacts.” The black-haired girl showed the boy a bag of melted marbles and a small garden gnome. “I also found and picked a couple of carrots and berries growing near the campsite. We should probably start heading back to our camp. Maybe… we could stop to ask the Pig King a few quick questions on the way?”Wilson nodded again before placing the golden ring, glass bottle, and odd blueprint in his backpack. The boy then grabbed the silk out of the box and stuck it in his pocket. “I agree. I don’t think he’d mind us asking about the ‘locals.’ He also mentioned trading when I saw him earlier. Perhaps he’d like to trade for those items.” After rising to his feet, the boy turned to face Willow. “Let’s go.”The duo headed out of the forest and back into the pig village. The two humans soon reached the Pig King. “Hello again, Wilson and Willow. Have you come to ask questions? Or… have you found something you wish to trade?” Wilson took a step forward. “A bit of both, actually… We found notes of some creatures left in the camp, like ‘The Destroyer’ and ‘Leif.’ We were wondering if you could tell us about some of the other creatures we might come across. We also found a couple of items that I doubt we’d be able to use.”“…Very well. I shall provide you with what I know of the dangerous creatures of these lands.” The Pig King looked down at the humans. “Spiders, Shadow Beasts, The White Ones, Hounds, Merms, The Herd, Swamp Monster… Tell me which creature you would like to hear about.”Wilson and Willow looked at each other before the girl shrugged. The bearded boy then spoke. “You mentioned the ‘Shadow Beasts’ when I was here earlier…”“The Shadow Beasts are… secretive beings resembling twisted shadows. I have seen only three kinds, two of which attack humans. I do not know much about them myself, but they seem to only attack humans that appear unwell.” The giant pig paused for a moment. “What else do you wish to know about?”“Well… What about that ‘Herd’ you mentioned? A-are they…?”The Pig King’s gaze turned towards Willow. “The Herd are peaceful giants all but during their mating season, living a simple life on open savannahs. If you provoke one, however, the rest will come to its aid. ”“Friends!” The humans turned to face the approaching Kiwi. “Sun go soon. You go home?”The humans looked at each other before turning to see the sun beginning to descend towards the horizon. “We should head out…” Wilson then nudged the black-haired girl. After a moment, Willow pulled out the melted marbles and the gnome. “Thank you for providing us with this information. Hopefully these items will be to your liking?” Willow walked closer and offered the items to the giant pig. The Pig King accepted the items with a small squeal. The two humans then turned to start walking away. However, the giant pig stopped them with a question. “Will you not accept what I offer in return?”“What do you-?” Wilson stopped his inquiry upon spotting several gold nuggets lying on the ground. “Gold!?”Willow stared at the shiny metal before speaking. “You’re… you’re really giving this to us?!”“Besides making the rings that mark me as King, it serves us no purpose. We have plenty to trade with.” The Pig King watched Wilson gather the gold and place it in his pocket. “The humans before you showed quite the fondness for it…”“It’s quite valuable in our world,” Wilson said in response. “It’s not worth as much here, but…” The bearded boy held up the last gold nugget, light reflecting off of it. “I think I can make something with this that might help us survive.”A small shower decided to interrupt the moment. “Ugh! Why does it have to rain?! I hate rain!”“Same here, Willow…” The boy spoke to the Pig King. “Thank you again for everything. Until we meet again.” The two humans then dashed away from the Pig King.“Home time!” Kiwi started following the duo. The group ran out of the village and started following the path south. The trio ran into the thick white mist. The mist impeded the group’s vision. However, the group soon emerged from the mist, the downpour growing stronger and continuing to soak them. The trio also found themselves a fair distance from the path, a thick forest and a couple of spider dens resting to the east. The spider eggs, however, bore strange bulges on top.“Are these the larger spider dens mentioned in the notebook? Regardless, we should return to the path for now…” Wilson looked around the area until he spotted the path leading back into the rocky terrain. “Let’s go.”The group quickly returned to the path and followed it. When the trio reached the crossroads, they followed the path to the west. However, as the group walked along, most of the light covering the area vanished. The pig man began panicking as the sky grew darker and darker.“Home home!” Kiwi ran to the northwest.“We’re so close, but… It looks like we’ll have to camp here.” The boy slipped his backpack off. “With all this rain, it’ll soon get too dark to see anything.” Wilson then pulled out the logs and blue egg in his backpack. “At least I thought to grab some logs from that campsite…”Willow’s gaze turned to the dark sky as Wilson fetched some grass out of his pocket and began setting up a campfire, the egg resting nearby. “But… will it keep us through the night?”“We’ll probably have to use more fuel to keep it going…” The bearded boy then used a couple pieces of flint to light the campfire. However, the resulting flame’s size shrunk within moments. “Some charcoal please, Willow?”Willow nodded before pulling out some black chunks from her blackened backpack. The girl added the charcoal to the campfire, the flames growing bigger. The rain continued pelting the two humans sitting near the fire, a few rumbles sounding in the distance. Wilson took notice of the shivering girl before thinking of an idea. Willow, after adding another piece of charcoal to the small fire, watched as the boy pulled out some twigs, the pig skins, and the silk. Wilson transformed the twigs into a basic frame before adding the pig hide and silk to the frame. Willow watched as the boy finished crafting the object, most of it covered by the pig skin. “…Ok, I give up. What’s that supposed to be?” Instead of a verbal reply, the boy pushed two twigs on the side up. The pink covering shot up, the girl recognizing the item immediately afterwards. “An umbrella?! Wilson, you’re a genius!”“Thanks…” Wilson then offered the umbrella to the black-haired girl. “A lady shouldn’t suffer in the rain if it can be helped, and it looks like it won’t be letting up anytime soon.”“Wilson, I…” Willow accepted the umbrella and began positioning it above her. However, a chirp interrupted the moment. The bearded boy quickly identified the source. “The egg’s hatching!”“Really?!” Willow moved closer to seeing the egg gain several more cracks. Unfortunately, a familiar howl echoed throughout the area. “Oh no… A fight is the last thing we need.”Wilson reached for his backpack and pulled his spear out. “If it comes too close, I might have to kill it. And if it’s Kiwi again…”Another howl sounded before the duo heard grunting noises. The boy rose to his feet as something moved closer. The shaggy brown beast, bandages covering its chest and side, ran up to and attempted to swipe at Wilson. The boy managed to evade the attack by leaning to the side, and he responded with a slashing attack via his spear. A small snarl formed on the bearded boy’s face as the werepig stumbled back, another louder rumble resounding through the area.“I guess Kiwi couldn’t quite get home in time. I don’t want to hurt him, but…”Willow launched a small fireball at the monstrous pig’s feet. “We could try knocking him out again.”Wilson nodded in response after dodging another of the beast’s assaults. “That’s probably our best option. If I get a good whack against his head-”Unfortunately for the humans, the monstrous pig lunged at and pinned Wilson to the ground. The boy’s spear kept the beast’s hooves and fang-filled mouth at bay, though its weight and power impeded any efforts to escape. Willow pulled out her axe and swung it at the pig’s side, but pain in her right arm soon ended her failed attempts to help, the beast ignoring the attacks. However, the black-haired girl spotted the dwindling fire and quickly put some charcoal onto it, the flames growing a tiny bit bigger.Two loud chirps sounded. Willow turned and spotted a small black chick, a single eye adorning its large head, hopping towards the werepig, tiny black wings flapping up and down with each hop. With its small lavender beak, the small bird pecked at the pig’s leg twice in succession. The attack forced the beast onto one knee, and Wilson took the opportunity to knock the shaggy beast away with a strike from the spear. The bearded boy looked down at the tiny chick and, after seeing its gaze, gained a small smile.The monstrous pig rose to its feet slowly and released a howl. The storm then decided to act on the situation. A bolt of lightning struck the shaggy pig, the electricity earning a howl of pain as its fur caught on fire. Wilson and Willow watched as the burning beast ran throughout the area. The pig slowed its pace, collapsed onto the ground, and began dissipating into black mist. Willow watched the black mist evaporate, leaving behind two chunks of meat and a pink hide. Thinking of Wilson, the black-haired girl turned to face her friend. “Wilson…?”“I guess it… was just Kiwi’s time to go.” The bearded boy, head tilted down and hiding his expression, sat down near the small fire. A small chirp sounded from the small bird, Wilson turning his head in time to see the black chick hop onto his lap. The little bird then curled up and fell asleep. “At least you’re cute…”The black-haired girl watched the boy shiver under the downpour, another rumble sounding in the distance. Willow pulled out a few pieces of charcoal and tossed them onto the campfire, the flames growing larger. The girl then chose to sit next to Wilson, and Willow held the umbrella over both of them. The boy only noticed the umbrella after failing to feel the rain pelt his skin, him turning to spot Willow nearby.“Why…?”Willow’s face gained a small blush before she responded. “W-well… After everything you’ve done for me, this is the least I can do in return. Besides, there’s plenty of room under the umbrella for the both of us and… You don’t deserve to freeze in the rain any more than I do.”“…Thank you.” Wilson, a small smile adoring his saddened face, looked up at the black-haired girl. “That… It means a lot to me. Thank you…” However, the boy’s face turned red after gazing at Willow for a short time. Wilson turned his gaze away from the girl and began thinking to himself. “Ah, what’s wrong with me…? Why is my face so hot all of a sudden?”Willow interrupted the boy’s thoughts. “So, what are you going to call this little black chick? It’s no phoenix, but, like you said, it is cute.”“Hm?” Wilson looked at the girl before gazing down at the sleeping bird. “I haven’t really thought of that…” The bearded boy paused to think. “How about, um… Edison? I’ve never been great at naming things…”Willow shrugged in response. “You’re naming it after the guy that invented the, um… light bulb, right? Sorry if I’m wrong… Science and history aren’t my best subjects.”“You’re right.” Wilson began stroking the small chick’s head. However, the sky became brighter and covered the rocky terrain in a weak light, the storm’s ferocity fading away until the rain stopped. Both humans turned to look up at the sky, Willow tilting the umbrella back a bit in the process. “Finally, the storm’s over… And just in time for a new day, too.”Willow released a sigh of relief as the bearded boy rose to his feet. Wilson, after spotting the small bird in his arms beginning to awaken, knelt back down to place Edison on the ground. The chick hopped out of the boy’s arms and onto the ground before staring up at him. Wilson then reached into his backpack’s side pocket, pulled out some berries, and offered them to Edison. The small bird hopped closer and ate a few of the berries before backing away.In the meantime, Willow walked over to and picked up the meat and pig skin lying on the ground. However, upon looking up, the girl spotted something unusual. “Wilson, look…” The black-haired teen pointed to a small pillar of smoke.“What…? It’s too small to have been a forest fire. And…” Wilson then thought of a possible conclusion. “It’s coming from our campsite.”The duo, after ensuring they grabbed all their belongings, ran towards the source of the smoke. Edison hopped behind the humans, tiny wings flapping up and down with each hop. The path helped carry the group to their destination faster. Soon, the campsite came into view. The humans quickly spotted the remaining embers of a recent fire within the fire pit. However, the young blonde girl sleeping on the grass mat caught the duo’s attention and held it for much longer.
  14. Act two was... amazingly good! I felt bad for Wilson and the pig men... I'll be looking forward to whatever comes next.
  15. We're Live!

    I'll admit, I quickly got bored of the game after buying it earlier this year (my sister and I got to day 99 on one of our first, if not our first, playthrough before killing ourselves), but... With the constant updates, this game has become really fun (And hard. Really hard.). It's been fun to see the game become more complete and play the new features as they were introduced. And now with the official release... I have to wonder what crazy things will come in the future updates. I doubt I'll stop playing Don't Starve anytime soon.