Hello! Wow. Finally, my first work on this site... Well... third. But- you know, it doesn't matter!
I have been thinking of this fan fiction for a bit now, and I have finally decided to write it out. First on paper, then typing it up onto the computer! This is my first fan fiction attempt, that ISN'T Batman related! I really hope it comes out!
And, because I don't really feel like getting sued any time soon (or ever, really) I do not own Don't Starve, or anything incorporated with it! I do not cooperate, mingle or even socialize with it's makings or the people that make it (at least... I don't think I do- DUN O_o) It all belongs to... the people that make Don't Starve (I don't know who owns Don't Starve! ;A;) The end. Please don't sue me...
My eyes cracked open. A blurry figure loomed over me. The faint sound of a male voice could be heard. I strained my ears to hear, "-better find food before night comes." My vision cleared just as a tall man disappeared into a puff of smoke.
"Wait, what?" I was utterly clueless as to what was going on. Rolling over and getting to my feet, I called for the man. When he did not return, I examined my surroundings. I stood in the middle of a grassy field, with flowers, a few pine trees and what seemed like a million rabbit holes. Seeing no other path to choose; I walked in a random direction. I was a bit wobbly at first, it was like my my legs were no longer able to hold the weight of my body. But, the longer I continued to walk, the more my balance began to sturdy.
After what felt like hours, I found I was surrounded by a seemingly endless amount of pine trees. Was I in a forest? I shrugged. It seemed so. The sky was darkening. I would need to find shelter, or at least something that could substitute as such. "Speak of the devil." I smirked. In the distance, through the trees, I spotted a light. Without another thought or seconds hesitation, I broke into a sprint in the light's direction. As I ran, I saw a shadowy figure in my peripheral vision. I stopped dead in my tracks, and spun around to see nothing. My breath quickened, and a sudden headache was forming.
Something tapped my shoulder, making me jump and turn. Only to see- again -nothing.
Massaging my temples in an attempt to rid of the pulsing headache, I continued toward the light through the trees.
"Pigs?!" I exclaimed. I stood in front of a small house. The light had turned off on my approach. But when I had arrived, pigs in grass skirts ran around frantically, and into the shelter of the small houses.
I looked around. The sun was going down, and the light was disappearing. I still had nowhere to sleep, or anything to replace the sunlight. I sat down in the grass cross-legged, and stared up at the sky. My stomach grumbled again, and my painful headache was still there. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes I couldn't see anything. Had I opened my eyes? I blinked a few more times, but I was still unable to see anything except the darkness that surrounded me.
Out of nowhere, something grabbed my waist. I screamed and jumped away. Something else pulled my hair, tugging me to the ground again. I wasn't able to see whatever it was in the dark. I was vulnerable, and helpless. My headache had increased in pain. It felt like little people were in my head, poking my brain with sharp objects. It felt like someone had shoved their hand through my ear and was squeezing my brain. I felt like I was going to die from the strong throbbing.
I screamed long and loud in pain as I was pushed once again to the ground. I fell on my knees, covering my head with my arms and crouching down. Suddenly, I could see light. I looked up, squinting at a man standing over me, holding a torch over his head. He glared into the darkness. Then he looked at me. "Are you alright?" He asked, bending down and holding his hand out to me. I took it after a second of hesitation and he pulled me to my feet. He had wild black hair. The shape of his hair made me think of mountains, with twirly peaks. His eyes were dark and cold as he stared at me, waiting for my answer. When I said nothing, he began to walk away. "You should have made a fire." He said. I hurried to stay next to him and near that torch. I didn't say anything as he continued to scold me, explaining to me an elaborate step-by-step plan on how I should have done things when Maxwell left me.
"I don't know how to make a fire." I muttered. "And who's Maxwell?" Both my eyebrows arched in confusion and curiosity. The man shook his head.
"Imbecile." He muttered. And with that, we were both silent.
I'm going to enjoy writing this, I think. XD Wilson. I love you. Just saying. Hehe. (Btw, the guy that saved Vivian was Wilson. In case you didn't know)
While I'm writing this, I'm imaging Wilson more like the fan art I've seen on deviantART. So, go look at some of that if you want to get a better idea of how to think of Wilson. XD
I have NO IDEA what Vivian looks like. You guys'll have to wait... and figure that out.
Sorry this was so short! But I had tons of fun writing it!