Omnipotent: Chapter 1 - The mighty have fallen.
Sanity woke up feeling uncomfortably hot and itchy. Wispy blades of grass tickled her ears and the sides of her neck, and what felt like a small, sharp rock dug painfully into her scapula. Wind drifted lazily over her petite form, but it did nothing to cool her burning, pale skin.
The strangeness of the situation chased away the lingering clutches of sleep, and she immediately tried to piece together her scrambled memories.
As Sanity tried to figure out what was going on, she became aware of a voice speaking nearby. She wanted to see who the speaker was, but her eyelids refused to so much as flicker. It was almost as if some invisible force was keeping them glued shut.
She was forced to remain motionless and listen to the speaker with strained hearing.
"...Say pal, you don't look so good."
She recognized the voice instantly. It was Maxwell, the deranged magician brought here by Them to sit on the nightmare throne and act as a puppet-master.
He was in charge of bringing more unfortunate victims to Their world and toying with them for Their amusement. He also conjured up an assortment of strange beasts to make survival more challenging. Things from vicious hounds and giant birds, to sentient clockworks and bloodthirsty spiders. The things he didn't like, he banished to the caves.
Sanity didn't normally interact with Maxwell. Mr. Skitts was her messenger, so she didn't have a need to converse with the unstable human.
She found it surreal being so close to him.
"Looks like you really lucked out this time," he continued. "Maybe you should have thought twice before angering Them. Better find something to eat before night comes!"
There was a soft rush of air as Maxwell vanished.
Once his oppressive presence was gone, she was able to open her orange eyes and slowly push herself into a sitting position.
Sanity squinted in the sunlight, shielding her face with a hand. Her eyes weren't accustomed to light. She spent most of time underground, in the ruins with Maxwell's 'failed experiments'. The brightest thing down there were the light-bulb flowers and nightmare lights, and she rarely went near either of those.
After her eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness of the surface world, she looked around at her surroundings.
The landscape was beautiful, really.
Uniform, lime-green grass spread across the valley, flattening in waves with each gust of wind. Groups of pine trees and clusters of shrubs occasionally broke up the flat stretch of hilly terrain. In the distance, the trees thickened and formed into a foreboding-looking forest, but even that didn't subtract from the breathtaking view. Brilliant, white clouds glided slowly across the balmy, blue sky.
The picture-perfect valley could have easily been taken straight out of a fairy tale. Even Sanity, a creature of darkness and bone-chilling cold, could appreciate the majestic scenery around her.
She fervently wanted to sit down and contemplate her situation, but she had a worrying suspicion that she was no longer immune to the dangers of the world. If Maxwell was right and she had somehow offended Them, then Charlie would be out to get her. As much as it pained Sanity to admit, darkness was now a very real threat and she couldn't afford to ignore the possible danger of being trapped without a light source.
Wasting time was a certain death sentence.
With a defeated sigh, she started collecting the materials necessary for making a fire. Once she was guaranteed a Charlie-free night, she could spend her entire night brooding.
"Oh, this isn't good."
Healthy frowned at the landscape as if it had deeply offended him.
The savanna stretched as far as the eye could see - and with his robotic, third eye, Healthy could see very far indeed. Dry, coarse grass covered the dusty terrain, with the occasional boulder marring the otherwise perfectly flat surface. He could see a herd of giant, woolly bovinae in the distance, contentedly munching on some yellow tufts of grass.
Like the other two members of the Nightmare Trio, Healthy didn't often leave the ruins. He was created by darkness, and lived in darkness.
In saying that, he definitely preferred the warmth of the sun over the freezing cold tunnels down in the ruins. It was, dare he say it, refreshing to be comfortable with the temperature. On the surface, he didn't have to wrap himself in as many layers of clothes as humanly possible - like Sanity did. He could just wear his sleeveless vest and be content.
However, that was about the only comforting thing about the situation he was in.
From what little information he got from Maxwell, he had somehow managed to offend Them. Not that Healthy really cared - he lived to be a pain. It was his job, really.
What he did care about was the utter lack of warning.
One moment he was down in the ruins munching on roasted eels with his two comrades, the next he was on the surface world with little to no explanation on how he got there.
Oh, and his head hurt. As if his problems weren't bad enough.
Healthy spent a few minutes just standing there, staring at the herd of beefalo shuffling around in the distance. Then he realized that this wasn't, in fact, a dream, and he really had been banished from his home and thrown into Their game.
If he were any other person, Healthy would have lashed out in anger and started swearing up a storm. However, anger wasn't really his style. Annoyance, maybe, but he didn't do outbursts.
No, he kept his cool no matter what the situation. Getting angry would only amuse Them.
With that in mind, he turned and began walking in a random direction. The savanna lands were nice and all, but he needed food, and he didn't imagine attacking a beefalo to kill and eat would end well. Healthy was many things, but suicidal wasn't one.
Hungry was not impressed.
As if waking up on the surface world, of all places, wasn't bad enough, he had been attacked, chased, and almost devoured by a horde of bloodthirsty hounds. Then, after running half-way across the scorched biome, tripping over a tumbleweed once or twice in the process, he had accidentally stumbled upon a feeding buzzard, which proceeded to squawk at him angrily give him a nasty peck on his arm.
Now Hungry was couched behind a very large boulder, cradling his injured limb to his chest and trying desperately not to think about his dirty, torn tailcoat.
This was all Their fault.
He didn't know what he had done to anger them, but he didn't really care anymore. He stopped caring when he woke up in a desert, right beside a mound of bones that housed a pack of vicious canines. He really stopped caring when he realized that, for some reason, he had been kicked out of his home and thrown into Their sick, twisted game with no idea how to survive.
Oh, yes, and his powers were gone, which only served to make things even more frustrating. How could the manifest of hunger do his job without his abilities? Was he even the manifest of hunger any more, or just a regular, useless human?
Hungry curled his lips in disgust.
No, he absolutely refused to believe he was human. Just because he no longer omnipotent didn't mean he was automatically a mortal. He was just... inconvenienced, at the moment. That was all.
Inconvenienced and utterly defenseless.
Slowly, he moved out of his hiding spot. He peeked over the boulder first, making sure no dangers were nearby, before standing to his full height - which, admittedly, wasn't all that grand - and looking around for a direction to walk in.
He needed food. Already his stomach was cramping painfully and demanding nourishment. He didn't exactly trust the cacti nearby, but if worst came to worst, he could risk their thorny exteriors to eat the fruit within.
He still needed light, though. Since he was no longer protected by Them, Charlie would be out to kill him as well.
Hungry was no fool. Without his powers - and possibly even with his powers - he was no match against the untouchable beast within the darkness. If Charlie caught him without light, she would destroy him in mere seconds.
...If something else didn't kill him first, that is.
Author's note: RIGHT. So. Where do I begin? I've been playing Don't Starve for awhile now, and I've been reading a lot of the fanfiction for it. There's some very good stories out there, and I've been inspired to start my own! However, I didn't want to go with the usual plots. Most OC-centric stories start with the character waking up in the Don't Start realm with Maxwell speaking to them, and then they usually meet up with Wilson and yadda, yadda, yadda. There's nothing wrong with that plot, but I wanted to add a bit of a twist. My OCs aren't from the normal world. They were actually created by Them - the ultimate-creators of that world - as the embodiments of hunger, sanity, and health. They were created in the ruins, and spent most of their time in the ruins, but now their powers have been stripped away and they're, more or less, humans with unusual quirks trapped on the surface world.
The idea sounds kind of weird, but bare with me. I have the whole story planned out, and it'll make sense - I hope - as the story goes on. And yes, I plan on adding all the original characters as well. After all, that's what people are after, right? Wilson, Willow, and all that? Though personally, I really like WX-78, Webber, and Wes, and most of the time I look for them in a fanfiction. Sadly, they aren't very popular characters...
ANYWAY. I'll post cover picture soon, so you get an idea of what my three OCs look like. :)