So, I'm going to try a hand in writing in a fandom that I love but have never written for fanfiction-wise. I know there are plenty of stories out there about Don't Starve and them trying to survive and get out, but I wanted to try and see how everyone felt about my versions of the characters. They're as in character as possible, given their dialogue.

This story will have some headcanons that it'll follow [Wendy being Maxwell/William's niece, Willow being [more strongly] based off the The Firestarter by Stephen King, Woodie dislikes birds due to allergies, as well as some others.

I've loved the game since it came out and I've loved every character that's come out. I play best as Willow, who just happens to be my favourite, followed closely by the adorable little Wes~

Anyway, I'm sure my cooing over characters isn't needed, so let's move on to the story!

Wilson let out a low groan. Forcing open his eyes, everything around him being caught in a momentary haze.

What happened?

He remembered there was a radio and a voice.

What was the voice saying?

Shadows.

Shadows everywhere...

At the memory of the shadows, the scientist sat up quickly, quick to grasp his head. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a tall figure standing over him. Looking up, Wilson saw it was a man, somewhere in his late forties or early fifties. Well-dressed, Wilson noted, but worryingly pale. Brown eyes met Wilson's wide hazel ones as the scientist made eye contact.

"Say there, pal, that's quite a spill you had there." The stranger's voice was filled with false friendliness, as Wilson noticed the mild stress on the word 'pal'. Yet, there was something familiar, too, to this man's almost casual tone. Realization clicked his his mind buzzed back to the fuzzy memories.

Everything flashed through his mind at once.

He remembered the scientific rut he was in, unable to find enjoyment in his current project. He remembered how a voice on the radio offered to help him.

He remembered how he felt a bit skeptical when he first started on the contraption, which faded as time passed and his project got closer and closer to being finished. He remembered the machine looming above him as he stared at his new creation he had made with literal blood, sweat, and tears.

Wilson flexed the hand he had cut, curling his fingers so that they lightly brushed up against the remaining scar. As he did this, his gaze never left the man.

"You." The man got to his feet quickly, just to stumble back and nearly fall.

"So you remember, hm?" The man's tone never changed. Not even one to surprise or amusement. "Well, then, Higgbury, was it? Welcome to my world."

The man stretched out his arms, prompting the thirty-one year old to look around him. Aside from the patch of meadow he was on, he saw nothing but miles and miles of trees. The song of birds trying to attract themselves a mate whistled in the air. Wilson looked back at the man, cautious.

"You're world?" He asked, as he struggled to find his voice in all the shock. "And might I ask who you are?"

The man offered a grin that sent a chill through Wilson.

"I am known as Maxwell," As Wilson took the time to let this sink in, he noticed Maxwell look to the sky, his expression falling back to the unreadable neutral one. Not that the grin was any more readable, but it gave Wilson a sense that apparently the question was amusing. "But that's enough with pleasantries. Don't want to take up too much of your time. You should grab something to eat before dark."

Wilson had meant to ask more questions, one being if there was even a source of food in the area, but Maxwell had vanished in a puff of smoke. Wilson found himself standing there for a few minutes, or what he assumed where a few minutes, staring at the spot where the man had been. His mind was trying to logically deduce how someone just vanished.

It must be a magicians trick. He figured. Probably the same trick he used for that machine and it only seemed like I was pulled through a door.

Looking around, it didn't look too different from the woods Wilson had grown up near. A weak smiled formed on his face.

"Yes, that's it," He spoke out loud, rather than keeping the thoughts locked up in his head. It's not like anyone was going to hear. "I've simply been dragged into the woods by an old magician going through a crisis. I'm sure if I keep heading one way, I'll end up back with civilization. If not, the ocean, but that's a simple trek back home once I find myself."

With the confidence of that pep-talk filling him, Wilson glanced towards the sun, knowing better than looking directly into it. It must have just rose, Wilson figured as the damp, early air settled on his skin. After all it had been dusk when he had been kidnapped and he didn't think he had been out for very long. Besides, what advise would eating before dark hold if it were already dusk?

I should head West first. Wilson informed himself holding his head high as he turned away, towards the opposite direction of the sun. The warmth on his back felt rather nice, but he was quick to push the thoughts away. What was important was surviving as he headed home, not enjoying the subtle times that mother nature wasn't trying to kill him with rain, wind, or blistering heat. Or snow. Snow was the worst.

When the sun sat snugly in the center of the sky, Wilson finally found himself at a change of scenery. He now stood at the edge of the forest, overlooking what seemed to be some sort of plains.

"Strange," The thirty-one year old pondered out loud. "I don't remember living near any place like this."

As he took his first steps into the grasslands, Wilson spotted a flash of brown shuffling through the tall grasses. Freezing, the scientist wasn't sure what to expect, other than the fact this creature had fur. He found himself relaxing when he saw the tiny nose of a bunny poked up.

Nothing to worry about. Wilson told himself proudly. That's when the supposed rabbit poked out the rest of its head. Large, almost soulless white eyes peered up curiously at Wilson. Meanwhile, on the creature's head, were two long, slim horns that curled backwards towards its tail. Its whiskers were very long compared to any rabbit Wilson had ever scene and it was... Rather big for a rabbit or hare or whatever this abomination was.

Light-headed, Wilson stumbled back, frightening the creature, which let out a shriek of fear and fled as soon as he had so much as flinched. A sick feeling went through Wilson. Was he really in another world?

N-no. Impossible. He tried to reason with himself. There was no logical way for a man, or woman for that matter, to send anyone to a different world. However, those horns were clearly protruding from that rabbit's head. And there was no way one would be able to genetically mutate a rabbit with such empty eyes. Even blind animals seemed to have even a mild sense of knowing where they were, so...

"Where am I?" Wilson found his voice was hoarse. Urgency than filled him.

"I-I need to make a camp, I need to find food, I need-"

To survive.

Though he refused to accept he was in a different world, Wilson knew he wasn't home. Grabbing a fist full of grass, Wilson tucked them into his pockets. He had no survival training, but he had instincts.

"Grass can make rope, kindle fires-" Wilson paused before he started to rattle off the uses for grass in an attempt to comfort himself into knowing he was making the right choice with grabbing some.

"I need wood for fire-"

There's trees behind you. Or, at least bark until you can shape tools.

"Food-"

There were several berry bushes. I'm sure some of them aren't poisonous. Test that on the rabbits. If they're not safe, seeds, sap from trees, rabbits.

"Shelter-"

Woods behind you. You can make a make-shift home. Leaves or grass for bedding.

"Water-"

Wasn't there a pool somewhere back there? If not, berries, assuming they're safe, or chew on moist grasses.

Something in Wilson felt confident... Or, at least a little confident. He was a smart man. Though he didn't have the build for heavy lifting, he was smart and resourceful. He looked up towards the sky.

"You've got this," He told himself as he fixed his gaze on the cloudless sky. "You're Wilson Percival Higgsbury. You're the man who made new machines out of run down old ones. You can survive some silly island until help finds you."

But who would want to find you?

Though a lump formed in his stomach as the thought crossed his mind, Wilson still turned heel back towards the woods, facing ahead of himself. If he was going to survive, he was going to need to start now. Looking at the sky for a split second, he was glad to see the sun hardly moved. He looked back towards the woods, which looked much more ominous since the revelation.

"I will get home." He promised himself, much more quietly than how he had spoken previously. With those words of reassurance, Wilson made his way back through the trees to find himself the supplies he needed. He wasn't going to die as long as he could help it. Not today.

And here we go!

So, the first few chapters are going to be just Wilson, but I do plan on introducing some of the other characters.

I may not include all of them, but I do know I want to include Willow, Wendy [plus Abigail], and Wes at the very least. Perhaps Wolfgang and/or if I find myself confident enough to write for either of them.

Perhaps in a later chapter I'll ask if I should include all the characters. Each character will come into the growing group individually.

With that said, I hope you enjoyed!

Question; Since I've stated my favourite Don't Starve characters [Willow and Wes], who is your favourite character [or characters if you have more than one]?