Author's notes: So I unlocked Webber a while back, and he is the cutest thing to ever exist! I have been working on this story for a while, so here it is! Constructive criticism is great! And this is one of the first times I used a character's POV. Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Don't Starve, blah blah blah

My name is Webber. Or, that's at least what they call me. My real name is Wilbur, but I like "Webber" better. Ever since Kindergarden, people have been calling me Webber. My parents, my classmates, and even my teachers... Ah, yes, I remember them.

Now I'm here, on this island. I've met the best friends I could ever meet, I've had to sleep outside, I even had to learn to use a spear! But it wasn't always like that...

Once upon a time, I used to be normal... Well, kind of.

I remember back when I was home, when I had to go to school. I was never the most social 10 year old, but I've always loved to hear people laugh. I loved the idea of having friends, but I never seemed to make any. The reason I tended to stay away from my peers is because my peers tended to stay away from me. I really liked spiders. Heck, I still really like spiders! On my tenth birthday I was given a pet tarantula! (It wasn't the poisonous kind, don't worry.)

It seemed that many of my classmates didn't share the same interests I had. Most of them thought my obsession with spiders was weird, gross, creepy, or all three.

I was given the nickname "Webber" by my mother. Every time she'd drop me off to school, she'd always yell: "Bye, Webber! Don't bug your teachers!" Or some other bug related pun. I love her so much, she has a joke for everything! I think I got my love of laughter from her.

Anyways, I guess word got out about my nickname. Before I knew it, everyone was calling me Webber. (But some people still called me "that weird spider kid".) It wasn't a bad thing in the slightest! I hated being called Wilbur anyways, Webber was much better. It wasn't mocking, or teasing, or anything bad. It was my own identity.

Though I was known throughout my school and community, people still barely knew anything about me. I kept to myself most of the time. I love my dad, but he has always been stubborn. He never liked to take risks, and he's not the biggest fan of spiders or any bugs at all for that matter. He didn't understand me very well, as much as I hate to admit it.

Spiders have seemed like the only ones who really understand me. I can tell them anything and they won't judge me like humans do. They're great at keeping secrets and very good listeners as well. That's why I like them so much. (And because they're freakin' cool, I mean they got like eight legs, lots of eyes, and they're fuzzy!)

The only person I really knew how to talk to was my mother. She was funny, smart, and very loving. She cheered me up when I was sad, she held me when I was afraid, she was always there... But now I need her... And she's gone...

My parents had been fighting. For a very long time. A very, very, long time.

The divorce finally came. My mom left. She didn't say goodbye to me. She yelled at my dad, slammed the door behind her, and that's the last thing I heard from her. She was gone after that.

I remembered crying. I remembered waiting for my dad to go upstairs. And I remember running out the door as soon as he did. I searched the streets, calling her name over and over. I didn't see her again. It was too late.

Then... Everything went to heck...

I cried and cried on the empty side walk for what felt like hours. It was really late, like the middle of the night, but I didn't care. I was all alone on the streets. I didn't even have the strength to drag myself back into the house.

Then I heard a voice. I should have ignored it.

"Say pal," it said. I looked around, but couldn't see anyone. "Who's there?" I asked, wiping my tears.

I then saw a tall man step into the streetlight. I should have ran from him.

He was wearing a suit with a flower in the pocket. "Why so glum?" He asked as the corners of his smirk fell. He might have been being sarcastic, but I couldn't tell.

"I-I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." I told him, trying to sound confident. He knew I was sad, I knew I was sad, why did I even try?

He seemed to ignore my response he tapped his fingers together. "It's your parents, am I correct?" His most-likely-sarcastic frown curled into a sly grin once again.

I stood speechless. How did he know? The man laughed and slowly approached me. I should have walked away. Why didn't I walk away?! Ugh, I'm so stupid!

He put his hand on my shoulder. "I can help you, Wilbur-" I cut him off in mid sentence. "Webber. Call me Webber." I corrected. "Wilbur, Webber, whatever!" He said with a roll of his eyes.

"What if I could take you to a world where there's no arguing?" He offered. I raised an eyebrow, he picked up on my interest. A world without fighting sounds like the most perfect world I could imagine. My imagination seemed to have gotten the better of me, my eyes lit up as I pictured it in my mind.

"And you can have all the spider friends you could ever ask for." He said, going on. A world without fighting sounded perfect- but a world with no fighting AND tons of spiders? I'm sold!... However, I wasn't looking deep enough into the deal. I was just willing to take anything at this point. Even the promises of strangers.

"We're friends, right, Webber?" He smirked. I didn't respond. I didn't know how. "Come on, now. Do I look like the kind of guy to do anything bad to a friend like you?"

He had an untrustworthy look in his eyes, but I was to blinded by his offer to realize it. "Take me there. I want to go. Please." I guess I was so desperate to escape reality that I didn't think about what may happen to me if he was lying. I only thought about what would happen if he was telling the truth. Even then, it seemed worth anything... I'm so dumb...

Before I knew it, shadow hands emerged from the ground. They tugged at my arms and legs and slowly dragged me under. I blacked out. Everything happened so fast, I barely had time to process it.

I was half asleep when I heard that same voice greet me with a chuckle.

"Say, pal. You don't look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes."

Just like that, he was gone. I was awake. I was laying in the grass, looking around my surroundings. A forest up ahead, a savannah to my left, and a giant spider to my right... Wait, what?!

The spider was bigger than I was, much to my surprise. It was covered in fine, black fuzz. All of it's white eyes stared at me. As much as I loved spiders, this one made my heart sink.

With only a matter of seconds, the spider pounced. It swallowed me whole... Then it gets really weird...

The spider didn't digest me. After hours I was within it, I was still in one piece. I could move, but the spider seemed to no longer be able to. The other spiders seemed to have recognized me as one of them.

I was taking my "that weird spider kid" nickname to a whole new level.