A/N: Hello everyone! I decided to make a multi-chapter Don't Starve fanfic, inspired by an old DS fanfic, 'New Game'; check it out first!!!
It was a normal scene for him to stare into the endless void ahead, the only light source inside the room was from the fire conjured in the two stone pillars beside him. He had long lost count on how many days he had stayed there, in which the phases of the moon was his only indicator that time had passed at all. An upbeat ragtime tune was playing from a gramophone on his right side, echoing around the building.
He admitted, the music was quite okay for his taste during the first time he heard it. After a while, it got old and now, he didn't even know what to think of it. For whatever reason, he still didn't understand why the tune was chosen as a form of torture though he had known now it served as a bringer of doom to whoever heard it.
As a distraction to clear his mind from the grating music, he absent-mindedly tossed something between his hands.
It was a chess piece, unknown of its original form but it kept morphing back into either a white pawn or a black king. The more he tossed it around, the faster the transformation blurred from his sight and he barely paid any attention until it slipped out from his right hand and fell onto the cold floor with a clank.
He watched in silence as the white pawn rolled aside slowly and stopped, its round head was pointing at him. He smiled bitterly and tried to get up, only for shadowy bonds wrapped around his arms and legs, and he was strapped back into his seat.
He gazed in resignation at the black limbs and knew his efforts were all futile. No one could ever escape from the Nightmare Throne, as he recalled the few attempts he did when he was first dragged into the throne to replace the man before him.
He glanced back at the pawn and his eyes twitched in anger. His predecessor had told him before the 'replacement' that his position was the King of the Constant though the truth, he was merely just a pawn to Them. Everyone in the world was in fact, a plaything for Them. He didn't know who They are, but he decided that They were the actual rulers of the Constant.
Sometimes, They insisted him to bring other people to the world to see how successful they were at surviving. He had high hopes at the beginning that maybe he will get some company when he saw a number of them had gone through the Door and completed the challenges.
Alas, the light of hope was detested by Them and he was forced to watch as the survivors encountered gruesome death by many causes that he once had encountered back then. Spiders, hounds, tallbirds; so many creatures that will not hesitate to kill if one wasn't careful.
In the end, he no longer brought anyone to the Constant as a punishment for Them. They in return, protested by yelling and shoving horrible thoughts into his head and even actually caused the gramophone to play the ragtime tune louder but he managed to fight back and kept his sanity intact, thanks to the gentleman side of him.
Now, he somewhat had a truce with Them. He could sense that They had a bit of respect to him for being able to stay sane after the hassle They did, in which They had told him he was almost as worthy as the old King.
If anything, he knew that They were also curious on what he could do for Them; to trap more people there, allowing Them to feed on their fear.
Back to reality, he lazily casted a black, shadowy arm with a wave of his hand and it snaked its way toward the white pawn, handing it to him before disappearing. He studied the chess piece and with a flash, it turned into a black one. He smiled weakly; it was his true position after all.
He held the pawn in his right hand and sighed; it had been a long time since he brought the newest survivor, and They were starting to get impatient. They had tolerated his decision when he told them he will take a victim on each new moon to get them used to the world, and he wouldn't take it for granted.
He checked the world from a grey orb he conjured to see the survivor's progress only to find out he had died, caught by the darkness. Apparently his own stupidity of not having a light source was the cause of his demise, he concluded. He smirked, he wasn't too fond of that one, being a bit too confident for his liking.
It also meant that he will have to find a new one to fit the pattern They had instructed; someone whose name began with a 'W'.
He wasn't that surprised; his own name started with the letter and he was sure that was among the reason he was pulled into the Constant by the old King. He however, couldn't help but to wonder if people in the real world knew about the disappearance regarding the ones that he had taken and before long, believing that the 'W' names were cursed.
He slumped into the Nightmare Throne and ran his fingers over his hair, which he was fond of. A loose strand of hair got entangled and he pulled it out before shaking it off. At this rate, he might as well be a copy of the old King; waiting for someone to replace him.
He shook his head; he was the better man! He had knowledge at his side while his forerunner was skilful in magic, though he could just rival that if he wasn't being too distrustful with the force. The information he had got from both the deal he had struck and the Throne was more than enough, but he could manage that.
To tell the truth, he wanted to be different from the other Kings that had indirectly ruled over the Constant. And he knew that They know he had the potential of being so; he was just conflicted on either accepting the role or not.
And so, with a plan he had formed for ages since he became the new King, he held his head high and spoke,
"Say pal, how does a deal sound for you?"
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From afar, the Grue known as Charlie watched as the New King made a deal with Them. She had felt the change of the Throne and had come to watch the successor for herself. She instantly liked the man's hairstyle and the way he kept himself composed all the time.
Almost worthy of the old King, she thought as the man explained parts of the deal to Them. She could tell right away he was planning something else in his brilliant mind, though she couldn't shake the bad feeling in her heart that it was a very risky idea, and he would be extremely lucky if They agreed.
To her surprise, They do.
She could only watch as both sides shook their agreement (a red shadow hand was casted by Them) and the man was suddenly engulfed by the black limbs of the Nightmare Throne. She turned away in horror when it happened. By the time she faced back, he wasn't anywhere; a black cocoon was in his place on the throne.
Knowing she had seen enough, she bowed to the Throne and Them, casting a worrying glance to the cocoon.
"Whatever you do, I hope you know what you did," she whispered sadly before leaving, "King Wilson."