Disclaimer: This has Willowson so, if you dont ship them, don't read
Chapter 1: Willow, Wilson and ... Wendy?
"Gaaaaahhhh!" the young woman screamed, her raven curls bouncing as she ran. Her face was as white as fresh milk. A man with well groomed, coal hair- Wilson- was working on building his second tent of the season.
"Willow!" he exclaimed, dropping his silk in surprise.
"RUUUUUUN!"
Wilson immediatly dropped everything he was holding and started bolting out of their small base camp, you never knew what could be on this hell-hole of an island. Wilson took one last look at their beloved base, and continued running. Since the young lady was a bit faster than Wilson, she had already caught up.
"What is it?" Wilson panted.
"A spider!"
Wilson immediatly stopped in his tracks.
"A spider?" He questioned. He glanced behind him. This was definitely not a normal spider. Although the anachrids they were used to fighting were a bit bigger than the average. This one was- gigantic! It had six glowing eyes and snapping mandibles, ready to take a bite out of the nearest person. Its legs had sharp claws on the end of them and its torso was wrapped in its own home. Wilson gasped at the sheer sight of it.
"Run you dumbo!" Willow cried from the other side of the field.
Wilson didn't hesitate to do as she said.
He ran as fast as a falcon across the grassy land, almost tripping and falling down a small rabbit hole
"Sorry bunnymen, I have ruined your little kingdom!" He said between gasping breaths.
Just as he approached Willow, the spider seemed to lose interest and walked off to who knows where, its arachnid followers closely pursuing. Wilson wiped the beady sweat off his pale face. He swiftly composed his self and turned to face Willow, "What did you do this time, Miss Willow.". Willow grimaced, she knew she was in for it now.
"I'm sorry" the woman said again, " really!"
"Then what in this world, may I ask, where you doing, fighting a three-tiered spiders nest, ALONE!" Wilson shouted, his pasty face slowly turning crimson."You could have died and then I would have to make all sorts of nonsence, and may I add, Miss Willow,that it is approaching Winter, AND we have only a few measly logs to spare!"
"Sorry I rea-"
"SORRY DOES NOT REPLENISH OUR LOG SOURCE!"
Willow went silent, interurrupting wouldn't stop him when he was like this. Honestly, sometimes that man could be an utter went blabbering on and on about things and Willow zoned out of his jibber-jabbering and focused on other things, like her almost broken sewing kit, and the setting sun.
"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" the man asked, startling Willow out of her daydream.
"I guess so?"
Wilson sighed, and muttered to himself as he retreated back to his was on fire pit duty then.
Willow's russet eyes were about to shut when...
"Hello" a Brittish girls voice called from in the darkness.
"Who's there, show yourself!" Willow shakily called into the darkness, grapping her blunt 's tired groans could be heard from inside the tent as he reluctantly got up from his cozy tent.
"What is it?" he asked sleepily.
"I-I heard a voice?" Willow questioned herself. Wilson popped a half rotted garland on her head.
"Miss Willow, it is essential you get a content nights sleep, especially here, please retreat to your tent"
Although Willow knew that Wilson probably knew what he was talking about, she knew what she had heard.
"Wilson, I know I heard something!"
Wilson clearly thought otherwise. He just shook his head and hurried back to his own tent.
"I said hello!" the girl called out again.
Willow flicked her lighter on and walked into the unknown. She kept very quiet and tried not to scare the creature- just as she had learned in girl scouts, Willow silently laughed as she remembered her utter devotion to collecting all the badges.
Suddenly, out of the darkness popped a sombre looking, little girl. She only looked about 8 or 9. Her ash blonde hair was held back in two, slightly disheveled pigtails. Pinned in her side parting was a pink tulip. She was wearing a dirt stained, white blouse with a pink skirt, she looked like quite the little lady, if you ignored the mournful expression.
"Hello" she said
"Oh, Hi?" Willow replied, quite relived.
"I would of preffered it if you had left me to breathe one's last in the unknown, just like poor Abigail."
Willow was slightly put off by the young child's poetic vocabulary, but at least she knew that Wilson and her were not the only ones on this island.
"Hello, little girl, what's your name?"
"Wendy, once Wendy and Abigail."
"O...K, come into the base and have some kabobs."
Wendy and Willow headed back to base, hurrying slightly as Willow's lighter wasn't particulary high on fuel. As they started to see the beginnings of the slightly splintered wood floor, they saw Wilson pacing the base, gnawing his fingernails. Willow realised she had not told Wilson she had left. As the strange child and Willow emerged from the dark, Wilson noticed Willow and Wendy and very uncharacteristaclly hugged Willow. Soon, Wilson realised that this was probably not very gentlemanly and regained his composture.
"I was so worried Miss Willow! And, who is this little one?" he asked, attempting to gain trust by shaking her hand. Wendy accepted his friendly gesture and shook back. Willow looked down at Wendy and looked concerned.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Willow asked.
Wilson nodded his head in reply , taking on Willlow's uneasy frown. Willow dragged him a distance from the blonde girl.
"Who is Abigail?" Willow gravely asked.
