Chapter 1
Say Pal
Clothes littered the room like a rats nest, as the smell of burning trash lingered in the air... or maybe it was dinner cooking? How would she know? She was locked up in her room, more focused on the new sale that came on Steam than her surroundings. "Get ready for dinner!" her mother yelled, but she had to take advantage of the deal at that moment. What else would she do as she ate? So as she browsed the games, she found one that has been in her sights for a while but was always pushed back due to another game being more appealing. However, now she had no excuse; she had enough money, and it still piqued her interest. So with that in mind, she bought it and started it up.
She jumped at the sudden thundering music and quickly turned it down.
"Wilson- The Gentleman Scientist"
However, as she played the game, he struck her more like a sarcastic, witty, and horribly punny person, more so than a gentleman, but how would she know. He's never been with anyone and even in Don't Starve Together he doesn't communicate to the other characters in the playthroughs she watched.
"Whoops! Sorry, Wilson!" She exclaimed when he died in the heat of battle, which earned her mother bursting into the room.
"Wilson?! Is that your boyfriend? Oh, I'm going to have grandbabies!"
"No... Mom... Stop... Wilson is a game character."
Her mother rubbed her temples, "I'm so sick of you and these video games. Why can't you find joy in the real world?"
She looked back at the screen, and with that, a disgruntled mother stormed out. "At least come down for dinner!" Her mother closed the door, leaving the girl to take care of the Scientist.
After a few more tries, she finally made it to winter, and she huffs proudly, not knowing that she was ill-prepared. She knew she activated a touchstone, thinking that would save her from some unfortunate events; however, it just ended with Wilson dying once from the Deerclops and again from freezing to death.
"Sorry, Wilson."
She sat back in the chair, wondering if the game was for her. In twenty minutes, Wilson had already died in 7 unique ways, and she gained little to no experience points to unlock the second character. Defeated, she decided that, that would be enough for the day. She was getting hungry anyways. So she slouched back then reached up until her joints popped, turned the laptop off to get the burning trash or food, her mother has prepared.
Her parents, already halfway done, didn't acknowledge her as she did the routine of taking her plate back to her room instead of joining them at the table.
When she turned the laptop back on, she decided to waste time by going through forums, hoping that it would help Wilson live longer. The mouse accidentally clicked on one. It had no title, but it did contain a picture that piqued her interest. An obscured photo of two shadows by a small fire. When she scrolled down in bright red words,
Say, pal, wouldn't it be more helpful to him if you were in the game?
She tilted her head then leaned in a little too close to the laptop.
Just do what I say, and you can go there.
She closed the forum, "Always a stupid troll that wants to post up some creepypasta bullshit."
After going through a few more, she closed the browser and felt more confused than anything. So she started the game back up again and died in the darkness because she lacked resources.
"Ugh!" That didn't help with her frustration. "This simple game, giving me a horrible map with nothing. Maybe I have to be in the game to help him live."
As that thought lingered, the power went out. Before she could complain, she heard a tapping noise, then realized it was from her laptop. The laptop screen lit up and was back on the troll page. She slowly put her hand on the touchpad to close the page, but when she clicked 'close,' it froze.
Say, Pal. Wouldn't you like to help Wilson live longer?
Feeling a lump in her throat, she whispered, "Yes." and more words bubbled up and appeared in red.
Then do as I say. It's effortless. A piece of paper has been printed out in your father's study. All you have to do is place it on or close to the laptop and add just a drop of virgin blood on it.
Everything turned off, then back on, it was all back to normal, even the computer screen.
She looked around; her room was still in place.
She tried to go back to the forum, but it didn't exist, not even in her history. Worried that hackers have gotten into her laptop, she did a virus scan, and with a few deep breaths, she got off her bed and walked to her father's study. She saw something on the printer, but it wasn't paper. When she picked it up, it was thick like leather, and she could have sworn that it was whispering to her. She flipped it around and realized that it was pages stuck together. The little voice in her head told her to place it down or better yet throw it out, but something else made her bring it into her room and place it down next to the laptop. Don't Starve was on the screen, and the mouse slowly slid over to Continue. It clicked, and a single game file was saved.
Wilson Day 107
She almost jolted back, she couldn't make it past day thirty, and there was a save file in the triple digits. At first, she was too afraid to touch it, but she also wondered how it got there in the first place. She hovered the mouse over the save file and click. The game started up in Spring; however, the art style changed from cute and eerie to realistic and spooky. A man, she assumes was Wilson laid on the ground while a tall man towered over him.
"Say, pal, you must be getting lonely, but don't worry. A friend will be joining you soon.", The tall man turned to the screen and smiled at her.
Her heart jumped as she threw the laptop away. Not thinking twice she reached for the power button but sliced her hand on the dirty knife that should have been put to wash. As her blood splashed over the pages, they flew into the air and ripped apart, then circled her like an angry swarm. She opened her mouth to scream, but a shadow hand grabbed her face, silencing her voice and cutting off her breathing. She thrashed about as she felt more hands slither up her body then pull her down. Her vision faded as the hands dragged her off the bed and into the floor.
"Say, pal; you don't look so good. Heh heh heh. Better hope he doesn't find out who you are."
She felt a rush of air as she slowly got up and rubbed her head. Her eyes popped open as she scrambled up. "What-" She jumped back glancing around. "No." She looked around the wilderness. "No, no, no!" She spun around. "What- How? This can't be!" As her eyes darted around, they manage to focus on a shadow in the distance that seems to be getting closer and closer. She quickly dashed behind the nearest tree, holding her mouth as the footsteps got louder and louder until they suddenly stopped.
"That's the strangest thing; I could have sworn I heard a human voice. HELLO!"
She pressed her back against the tree, praying that it wouldn't see her.
"I WON'T HURT YOU!"
She still refused to go out. When the man scanned the area, she took the time to peek out to see who was calling out slowly. She gasps quickly covering her mouth again as he spun around and looked into the patch of trees. He slowly stepped towards her, taking out a spear.
"I won't hurt you if you come out. I'm sorry, but I can't afford to trust anything that's hiding."
As he cautiously approached her, her heartbeat was beginning to pulse her body. Her eyes darted around as if looking for an answer or another right place to hide. Everything went silent as she saw the tip of his spear pass in-between the trees and before she knew it, she was running.
"Wait!"
She didn't stop; she couldn't.
"Hold on!"
She felt something tickle the back of her neck and out of fear she glances back to see if he was about to grab her, then toppled over a root. She ignored the newly formed scrapes and cuts, pushing herself up, just to be flipped and straddled with her arms pinned above her head.
"Listen to me. I will get off, but you need to relax."
She breathed heavily, staring at him.
"Do you understand English?"
She blinked a few times. His eyes trailed to a cut on her chest, but she mistook it and struggled to be free from his grasp, but he didn't let up.
"Relax! You're going to make your injuries worse."
She didn't stop, even as she felt the wounds tear wider.
"Listen we're not safe, and you're wasting the day. I probably should've let you run off. However, it's been so long since I've seen another human."
She tired herself out.
He sighed, "So, who are you? Do you have a name?"
She silently traced his body with her eyes. She was convinced that it was a dream, a stupid nightmare.
"Oh, you don't have a name nor, do you speak English. Well, this is troubling."
Getting off of her, he kept a tight grip on her wrist.
"I'm sorry for being so rough ma'am, however, if we don't get back to the camp, we will have a deadly night."
As he pulled her along, she tried to pull her hand away, but all that got her was a tightening grip that gave her a small amount of pain. So she gave up and just stared at his back.
'Is he the skinny, wimpy scientist?'
When she looked up his character, it claims for him to be in his thirties. However, he didn't look much older than her. Also in the video of how he got in the world of Don't Starve, he didn't look tall at all, but he must be about a good 5'7 or 5'7 and a half, she assumed comparing him to her height. His lean, skinny built was still valid, his black oddly shaped hair was right, and his pale as a vampire skin was still valid as well. To focus on studying him, she lagged behind which earned another rough pull, but this time to his back. With an annoyed huff, he looked back to check on her, and she looked away. She hated the fact that he pulled her along like a dog.
"Please don't look like that. I don't want to be alone in this world anymore, and you're the only other person I've seen."
She heard the desperation in his voice but ignored it. Looking past him, she saw his haven in the distance. It has a fire pit, tent, science machine, and a few other contraptions that she couldn't recognize. He stopped at the camp and turned to face her.
"So this is my camp, or I guess I should say our camp now. It's easy to find everything since it's not so big, so there's no sense for a tour. I understand that you're a young woman, but I'm sorry. You'll have to pull your weight. Not saying that you're fat, but you'll have to help out around here. Maybe you can do what women usually do and keep the camp tidy, cook, and tend to my wounds if needed."
Her blood boiled. How dear he excuses her to doing such work! She could hunt, explore, and do everything that he can!
"Excuse me."
He released her wrist, "I thought you didn't speak or understand English!"
"And yet you kept talking to me.", she crossed her arms and pout.
"Your accent... Are you American?"
Leaning back, she shrugged, "Yes."
"What part?"
"New York."
"And ma'am if I can have your name?"
"It's Luna."
"Luna. That's a lovely name for a woman such as yourself."
She marched to his face; he didn't step back.
"What's that suppose to mean."
Smiling, he walked around her, added logs to the circle of rocks then sparked a fire. She looked around and took notice of how everything turned pitch black around them, except for the tent and chest. He walked to the entrance of the tent and beckoned for her to go in.
"Where I'm from in England, we don't usually do this; however, due to the circumstances, I will be sharing this bed with you. I hope that you don't mind."
He rubbed the back of his head and sighed. She laid on the wool floor.
"It's okay. Just don't get any ideas."
He put his hands in front of him, "I wouldn't dream of it."
As they laid on the ground and faced one another, she closed her eyes peeking until he closed his eyes. She traced the man's face. He was indeed very pale to the point he'll put a vampire to shame, and the dark circles around his eyes, that should be an ugly contrast added to his character and the way his shirt was tailored, maybe he was a vampire. She traced his body until her eyes made their way back to his face making contact with dark brown eyes. Frozen she didn't break eye contact.
"To be honest, I'm a little curious about you too. I've never seen that type of outfit before, or of a woman wearing pants for that matter, even in America."
She stretches, cracking her back, "What year are you from?"
"I was born in the 1890s, but taken from my home in 1920."
She already knew that, but she had to bring it up somehow.
"I'm from the future."
He let out a chuckle.
"You don't believe me?"
"Trust me. When you're here, you'll believe anything. What year?"
"2016."
He edges closer to her, "What! Really!"
She nodded sheepishly.
"I... I don't know what to say. I've been here for that long?"
She shrugged, "I wouldn't know, I don't know how time works here."
He laid back down, "And they allow women to wear pants?"
"They allow women to do a lot of things. Even things that were only done by men."
His eyes widen, "Even you."
She sighed, "Yes, even me."
"That's incredible!"
"WELL I HAVE Y- wait what?"
"That's amazing; I would have never thought that women would be able to accomplish such things."
"Oh. Well. Yeah... You better be amazed."
His eyes dart around as if a million things were on his mind. She prepared herself for the long night of questions, which came until he left to add a few more logs to ensure a safe slumber.
She bolted up, looking around. She was still there, and alone. Stepping out of the tent, the sun blazed down onto her, which she found weird. It usually rained for days on end in the game during spring, but she's not complaining. She would rather deal with the heat than any other type of weather.
Luna looked down and noticed a note stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
There's food in the crockpot.
Going over to the pot, she grabs the lid.
"Oh god, now I know why he wanted me to cook."
It was all meat! It would give her a stomach ache for days on end if she ate it, so she closed the lid and looked around, and saw bushes in a line. She grabbed some berries and carrots, then roast them over a fire. After she ate, she leaned back and waited for Wilson. When he got back, his arms were full of dead rabbits.
"It's good to have you here, and it's good to know you have the same abilities as a man because today we need to hunt a big creature. Do you know how to attack with a spear? Have you ever used one?"
"Probably, it's pretty self-explanatory and no. The future has more advanced weapons, remember."
"Ah, you told me how they improved on many of the artillery. However, don't think in my time we still used spears, Miss. Luna. We both have to get a little primal while we're here."
She nodded, knowing that all too well.
He handed it to her, "It's just a pointy stick." He took off his log suit, wiping the sweat off of his head, "Even though it's a perfectly reasonable piece of clothing, this log suit get so hot under the sun, and this beard doesn't help."
Without thought, she stroked it, "It suits you."
He stepped back, eyeing her carefully, "Umm, we're not going to get that primal ma'am."
"Oh my god, it wasn't a come on."
"You touch me then complimented me. Have morals gone down at that time too?"
"Sorry I won't touch you again. Even though I guess it's okay for a man to mount a woman then drag her along like a caveman."
He huffed, "If I didn't do that you would have been dead!"
Folding her arms, she huffed back at him.
"How ungrateful. If you were my woman, I would've spanked you."
She couldn't believe what she just heard. Did he just accused her of being too primal then told her that he would spank her!
"Did you just say, spank me?"
"Yes. Discipline you."
She stepped back. Were they spanking women in the 1920s as a discipline? She thought about telling him how it meant something a little more sexual from her time. However, she let it slide.
He quickly twisted his face, "Oh, just the thought of being spanked made you tame. Good, I know what to do now."
A pit formed in her stomach. She should have told him that being spanked did not mean what it used to.
"Okay, anyways. What do you want to hunt?"
"What we need to hunt is the Koalefant, since we need its trunk for the winter. I know it's too early to worry about that, but it always gives me a feeling of dread. This is an arduous first task, but this land is unforgiving and will throw everything at you. Plus with you around, we're going to need a bit more food and supplies in a quick and timely manner."
A knot formed in her throat. She can deal with the summer's heat. However, winter was a completely different story. She hated it and everything about it, so she complied knowing she wasn't going to do much when that time came around.
With dusk on its way, they got ready then left.
"Wilson?"
Looking back over his shoulder, he slowed down, "Can I help you, ma'am."
"What did you do before you came here?"
"I was a scientist. I wanted to make my name in the field and to be known throughout the ages. However, now I'm stuck here until I can discover a way out."
"Do you honestly think there's a way out."
"If something dropped me here, then yes. There's a way out, and I'm going to find it."
"And what about me?"
"I'm pretty sure when I find a way, it'll work for us."
"And if it only works for you?"
"Then, I'm sorry. I would have to leave, and you would have to find your way, but not to say I wouldn't try to help you."
"Mm."
"What about you?"
"I umm. I was a loner."
"That's it? Don't you have any talents or passions? No boyfriend? No job?"
"Yes, no, no, no, and no."
He rubbed his head, "It's quite alright that you never had fancied marriage. I've never fancy it either, however, to have no passion or talent. The way you run your mouth, I would have thought differently."
She shrugged, "I'm okay with throwing."
"That's good, but I can't afford to make multiple spears."
"I understand."
As they traveled, Wilson uncovered suspicious dirt piles until they found a fresh footprint. "There.", He whispered as he pulled her behind a bush.
"It's so cute."
"Yes, you would say it's adorably delicious."
She gave him the side eye, "Do you want me to distract it and you attack."
"Okay, sounds ideal. But are you up for it? This is your first time."
"I use to hunt with my grandfather; he's the one that taught me how to hunt."
He looked at her with doubt, but she needs to learn how to survive, "Okay. Be careful."
She sneaked around until she was on the opposite side. When she stepped out, it raised its head towards her. She ran after it, and it ran away crying. She wrangled it towards Wilson. When it got close enough, he jumped out, stabbing the creature on its side, making it squeal out in pain. It stomped about and then gave chase to him. Luna took that chance to stick the beast while it was distracted. Wilson quickly understood the tactic, and they took turns stabbing the creature until it barely had the strength to move. They decided that chance to stick it over and over again until it fell. When it let out its final cry, she got ready for the grueling part of skinning the beast. However, it exploded into tiny pieces like in the game. She howled with laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"It explodes into ham and fur!"
"Again, what's so funny?"
She stopped laughing altogether, "Let's just collect the stuff and go."
He chuckled a bit before helping her carry the stuff to the camp.
"Well, today was eventful."
"Barely."
"No, trust me. If I had done that alone, it would have carried a lot more risk and would have been a lot more time-consuming. I'll tell you that much."
The night fell, as they rest silently at the camp.
"What was your life like in New York?"
She laid on her stomach and rested her chin in her hand.
"It was simple."
"What is your family like?"
"I'm an only child. My father is white and my mother black, both American."
"Your parents are different races? Were they married?"
She nodded, "It's legal in my time, even gay marriage is legal."
He rubbed his beard, a little taken back.
"Really? Are the people truly that free? Does everything just go? Are there no laws?"
"Well, person that spanks women. We have laws, but they're more suited to fit the rights of the people. Well, everyone, I should say."
"First of all, that's interesting. Second of all, I've never spanked a woman, and even if I did, it wouldn't be a problem because she would deserve it. Why? Does spanking mean something else where you're from?"
She sat up with her arm supporting her breast, unsure if she should tell him or not. He was going to keep bringing it up and the more he did, the more uncomfortable it made her, and that wasn't good since they shared the same sleeping quarters.
"It umm. It's more of an umm."
He got closer. She knew it was hard to hear her when she's so nervous.
"When you spank a woman from my day and age, it's seen more as sexual pleasure than discipline."
"What! Doesn't it hurt?!"
"She, uh, likes the sting that it gives off and, uh, makes her, uh, yeah."
His expression changed from shocked to confused to mortified, then to curious.
"Oh so when I said it to you, that's why you were so taken back."
"Yeah..."
"How do you know? Have you been-"
"No! I've uh, never did anything with a man... Or a woman!"
"Oh, a virgin. So they do have some morals in the future."
"Uhh. Sure."
"That's wonderful. I'm a virgin too."
She sat back with her head burning. She knew if she were with a man from her time, he wouldn't have said a thing.
"I'm feeling a bit hungry.", He walked over to the crock pot. "You didn't eat!"
"Have you seen that it looks so nasty!"
"It doesn't matter if it's nasty, it's the best for surviving. I thought that it would have been... You know what, it's okay. I understand how women like to watch their weight and what they eat."
"Whatever, I'll cook tonight."
"Oh? The proud woman is going to cook?"
"Bite me."
"What?"
"Nothing."
She gave him the nasty stew that was in the pot, then she collected two drumsticks, berries, and a carrot from the icebox, putting them into the pot then waited for it to finish.
"That didn't involve much skill."
"It usually doesn't."
She grabbed the meal, and they ate in silence until night came and Wilson added logs into the fire. They went into the tent and laid down.
She sighed, "I usually sleep better in the dark."
"I used to do most of my things in the dark. However, it's deadly to do here. Something lurks in the shadows."
He pointed out the slight opening of the tent. Even though it was pitch black, something swirled around, waiting ever so patiently.
"I see what you mean. What will we do tomorrow?"
"I've hunted a lot of rabbits, and we've killed the Koalefant. We'll be good on food for a while since it seems that you don't have to eat much. Tomorrow I'll show you around. Also, I have to remember to shave, as much as you like the beard it does make me overheat quickly. Ah, that reminds me of the most important part. We have to mine for nitre for an endothermic fire pit."
"A what?"
"It's a fire pit that gives off cold air instead of hot air."
"Umm, okay." She yawned, "I'm going to sleep, good night."
She tugged at her shirt but quickly dropped it, remembering that he wasn't going to leave. They slept here together. She hated the fact that she had to sleep with her clothes on since he was here; however, she knew he would be uncomfortable with her in her bra and underwear. He left adding a few logs until the fire blazed bright and took his sleeping spot. She hadn't noticed how small the tent was the night before, but now she's laying down next to him, she started to look him over again. It was a strange habit of hers.
"Luna?"
"Yes."
"You told me that you don't have a man in your life. However, you look mature enough to get married. Is something wrong with you, or is that different too? My passion was science, and I felt that a relationship would distract me, but what about you?"
"Well, a lot of women and men are getting married at older ages, because they now have the freedom of testing people out."
She bit her bottom lip.
"You don't like that?"
"No, it's not that, it's just..."
She didn't know how to say it. Because of her body, she was seen as a sex object to men and whore to women. Being born with big breast, wide hips, and a small waist, she should be happy; however, she was outcast and abused.
"People only saw me for my body other than my mind, and I just wanted to-"
She didn't know how to phrase it. She even tried hanging out with the only crowd that accepted her, yet they eventually slowly distance themselves after seeing her weird quirks and obsessions.
"No one wanted a serious relationship with me."
And she left it at that.
"I'm surprised you don't have anyone either. I know that you love science, but wasn't getting married and having kids on everyone's mind in the 1900s."
"Yes, and my parents wanted to see grandchildren; however, I deeply disappointed them when I moved away so that they wouldn't distract me from my practice either. They were just as bad as the women."
"I wish I could move away, but I don't have a job, so constant talk about marriage and children comes around more than I would like. Also, the talk of growing old and dying alone comes often too."
"I hated that talk, especially the one about being an even bigger disappointment because I'm-"
"Ending the family tree with me."
He chuckled, "Ah, so it seems that parents are still the same even after all these years."
"It seems so."
The rest of the night, Wilson spoke about his desire to make and build something incredible how he would spend hours upon hours writing books about his ideas. How he would get so mad when something didn't work that he would trash his set, instantly regret it and went into town to buy a new one. How his parents tried to convince him to go back home and live a simple life instead of messing with the unknown.
Luna spoke about how she tried to become passionate about something, but her parents would kill her motivation. She didn't want to tell him everything. She only spoke about the dread of having two parents that wanted her to marry someone rich and have their kids in case the marriage fails, how they wanted her to be an outstanding young woman, or better yet housewife, how she tried to distance herself from them because she knew that they were killing her emotionally.
As the conversation went on and on, they became so involved with one another that he didn't even notice how the sun had already risen.
"Whoops."
"Ahh well, I still feel terrific. It just means when we sleep tonight, we'll be grateful for it."
She nodded. They packed a few small lunches and supplies and set out for the journey.
I was with my boyfriend, and he told me in the 1920s spanking women were seen as a form of punishment, and I didn't believe it so after looking it up I had to put it in my story. I wasn't thinking about making this to long. If anything I wanted to make it about 5 to 10 chapters long, and most likely it's going to be 5. Also, I've seen a lot of (Wilson) fan fiction that seems to make him way too cheesy or way too serious, however not a lot making him be a down to earth, quirky guy that he seems to be...
