Monsters And Men Chapter 2, a don't starve fanfic

Here we are with another chapter of Monsters And Men! I know the Don't Starve series isn't big on fanfiction, but I'm having fun.

XD To be honest, I'm not expecting many views and what not.

So, who here's ready to see where we left off with little Wilson?

The shrill song of birds slowly faded as the sun began to set. Wilson constantly glanced over his shoulder towards the darkening skies. Though dusk never normally bothered him, there was something foreboding in the air the closer it got to night. As he looked back at his work, he was well aware his little camp was far from impressive. His tent was no more than twigs, mud, and leaves leaning against a towering evergreen. His fire was even more pitiful, being just a gathering of twigs, leaves, and many, many handfuls of grass.

At least it will keep away predators. Wilson thought to himself. He let out a sigh and shook his head. Maybe he should have taken up his father's offer on at least a couple of camping trips. It sure would have made him more prepared for such situations of being kidnapped and dumped in the woods far from home.

And how would you have known you would have gotten in this situation? Surely, you couldn't have predicted this predicament. A voice inside of Wilson chided his doubts. Still, just minor camping knowledge would have been better than none. A weak smile found itself forming on the thirty-one year old's lips. He could hear his father's booming voice.

"You need to get outside more. People think I was making up the fact I had a son." Than the man would laugh heartily. Wilson sighed, a small hint of envy settling in. Nothing ever bothered his father. He had no concerns of the growing world around them, the growing worlds of both science and technology. If only Wilson had been so accepting of such a simple existence. He wouldn't be in the situation he was in now. Or, if he still managed to get kidnapped by that Maxwell fellow, he'd at least be prepared.

Wilson shook away his thoughts, his weary gaze looking towards the setting sun. There was no time to get lost in thought! Quickly, the black-haired male fumbled as he pulled out a couple of pieces of flint he had found while gathering berries and carrots, which Wilson had to admit his berry-only diet wasn't going to come to pass as soon as he had figured. He than hoarded half his twigs, sticks, and grasses into a burn pile. Wilson than began striking the stones together, with the occasional sparks flying from the dark stones.

A sudden flash of fear raced through Wilson, one which he had no explanation for. Glancing over at the sunset, he saw that the sky only had a hint of lingering light before the darkness would take over. Shivering, Wilson looked up at the night sky. His heart sank as he realized there were no stars shining. He looked back towards his flint.

"Come on." He whispered as the sparks once more yielded no flames. Just more disappointment.

Again.

Finally, as the last few strands of light faded over the horizon, there was one last spark. In just a few moments, there was a small flame flickering. Hungrily, it slowly consumed the grasses until it managed to feed off the harder to chew branches. Wilson's heart swelled with joy. He did it! He made fire!

Wilson found himself smiling like an idiot as he watched the small flames lazily tangoed with the soft, eerie breeze that arrived with the darkness. His eyelids began to grew heavy as he found himself relaxing, be it only slightly. He felt a bit overwhelmed with everything that had happened and a part of him just wanted to lay down and sleep. So, as he leaned carefully against the piney evergreen he built his home under, he began to close his eyes.

Hsssss.

Wilson's eyes snapped open. Had he just heard a hiss? Looking around quickly, he was wondering if he'd spot whatever creature made such a sharp noise. Shivering a bit, he pulled into himself as he discovered he was still alone. The fire was still burning strong, which told him he hadn't been out very long. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax again.

Hhssssssss.

Wilson's eyes snapped open again. That hiss had been much closer now. Looking at the fire, he was surprised to see the flames were a lot lower than they had been before. How long had he been out? What woke him? Throwing small handfuls of grasses and twigs, the flames grasped at the new, dry material and went back to its original state. Wilson watched the flames for a short moment before looking around.

Hsss.

It was going away, whatever it was. It didn't like the flames.

Must be a nocturnal creature, or one with sensitive eyes. He figured. It was all he could figure for the moment. He fed the flames a little more, careful not to turn the small fire into a burning inferno. The last thing he needed was to accidentally set everything on fire. With the fire burning steadily, he closed his eyes once more, comfortable with his current condition. Finally, he managed to drift of and embrace the darkness that lived behind his heavy eyelids.

"Wilson, you shouldn't lock yourself in your room all day. I'm sure your science can wait just a few minutes."

"I'm sorry, Father, but I'm working on something big."

"You're cousins won't be here long."

"I'll be out in a moment."

"Alright.."

What did he look like? What did he sound like? Wilson felt the cool air of dawn hit his face as he struggled to remember his father. How many years had it been? He couldn't even remember the last time he visited his family.. He hadn't even attended his father's funeral. He had been so busy at the time.. His mother was probably worried sick over his well being. No doubt his elder brother was still angry. He couldn't recall how many unread letters Wilson had received from Thomas that were probably still sitting on his nightstand, containing his brother's temperamental words of disapproval. And what about Mary? His little sister often forgot he existed because of how seldom he came out of his room.. Would they care that he wasn't home? It's not like he wrote often.. How long until they realized he wasn't at home?

Wilson sat up and shook his head. He needed to not think about such things. Just above head, a red bird chirped to itself as it weaved a small nest in the branches. The scientist found himself watching the bird in it's routine for nearly four whole minutes before he snapped himself to reality. He had never been a morning person. He hated waking up at dawn and being forced to drink the disgusting atrocity that was coffee just to keep himself awake throughout the day. However, he had no choice and he had no coffee. Looking at the fire, he had seen the fire had smoldered out. Only a couple faint wisps of smoke crawled out from the ruins of the small fireplace. They danced so faintly in the dawn breeze, Wilson found himself groggily captivated by it for a moment before he shook his head.

Wake up, Wilson. You don't have the time for this! He scolded himself. He slowly got to his feet, gathering what supplies had not been used. Checking his berries, which had been carefully wrapped in large leaves to avoid any pests getting to them, Wilson discarded the ones that had began to go bad. He took a small handful and popped them in his mouth, his tired mind taking the time to figure out the flavor, something he hadn't done when he ate and worked yesterday. It tasted much like a blueberry, but sweeter than any blueberry he had ever tasted.

However, not overly sweet. There's still that tartness. He silently observed as he finished grabbed the few remaining twigs and grasses that hadn't been burned. Carefully, he wrapped the berries back up and placed them in his pocket for later. With that, he took off to find a better location for his camp. After all, the strange hissing he had heard that night rang faintly in his ears. He decided to head North, grabbed what material he could find as he walked. As he slipped past some trees growing way to close to each other, his eyes widened in surprise and fear.

Before him sat a large lump of spider webs. The ground around was also laced with the sticky white webs.

"What the-"

That's when the web bundle moved and twitched. From inside the nest, he heard a very familiar sound.

Hhhhssssss.

Wilson stumbled back, resting his back to the tree cluster. Out slipped a large, black shape, its large eyes closing slightly as the sunlight it them. It looked around, its long, lean, hairy, black legs gripping the edge of the self-made opening. When it didn't seem to notice him, the large spider slid back into the nest. Meanwhile, Wilson felt bile rise to the back of his throat. Personally, he had nothing against spiders.

Normal spiders.

Spiders that weren't the size of wolf, if not bigger.

To think such a creature had been so close while he slept.. It just made him feel unwell.

Slipping back through the trees, Wilson quickly decided that south was the way to go. No ifs, ands, or buts. He found himself going at a small sprint by the time he reached his old camp. He slowed slightly, but was walking hastily up until he was sure he wasn't going to be seen by the spider. Looking towards the sun, it had just finished coming over the horizon, which stumped Wilson. With how slow his mind had been working up until the spider nest, he had been sure more time had passed. Maybe not noon, but certainly still not so early. Looking back towards the path he began to set for himself, the faint smell of mud and pine caught itself on the northward breeze. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he hoped that it could only get better from here.

Woo! Next chapter finished!

So, question of the day; How'd your first night in the game go when you first played?

Personally, I learned the hard way that you needed to make a fire. I mean, I knew when I started, but I spent five days after my first raising sanity because I left Wilson in the dark for a few seconds longer than I probably should have allowed.