Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Starve or any of its characters. :)
Darkness stretched above, behind, before, and all around. The only light to be seen came from a few faintly flickering fires set atop pedestals that flanked an ornate black throne. In the throne was a dark-haired man, hunched and pale.
A record player to the man's left belted out an infuriatingly perky tune, but the man was not listening to it. Instead, he was listening to a very different sound. His fingers were twitching in rotating motions at odd intervals, almost as though he were turning a set of radio dials.
He had been doing this for a very long time. Finally however, he tensed. It seemed he had heard something of interest to him. It was a girl's voice, tired and resigned.
"Honestly, what was this thing…? I'm going to be here half the night polishing you…not that anyone will notice if I'm home late, I'm sure. I could be gone for a week and Uncle Jeb wouldn't much care…I just hope I don't get locked into the museum, everyone will be going home soon…"
The man's dark eyes flashed in the low firelight. He'd found exactly what he'd been looking for.
