Hello everybody, it's me TheWriter237. Yes. I'm back. Ya. Well here's the real start of my story, and it may be a bit boring. I had to introduce Wendy, reveal a bit more about my OC, William, and also explain some weirdness of this world. Anyway, buckle in and read on, fellow adventurer.


"Say pal, you don't look so good." was the first thing I noticed when I regained consciousness. The second was:

"Unnngh..." Yeah, my head hurt like crazy, and it was a while before I linked the man's voice with another one I heard very recently: the voice of my shadow arm.

"Tsk, you definitely don't look good. What happened to you, eh?"

I stood up to look him square in the eye. He wore very dapper clothes, and was actually pretty tall. If pretty tall meant ten feet tall.

"Nothing much happened, mate, if you don't count GETTING PULLED THROUGH MY OWN BEDROOM FLOOR! But otherwise, everything's just great. So how was your day?"

"Say, I like a little defiance in a guy. So how do you like my place so far?"

My place?

"Well if you're going to try to live, I suggest you start gathering materials. My name is Maxwell... Just Don't Starve."

On that very happy note, he disappeared through the ground. I was starting to think that that was the only way to travel in this place, wherever on Earth this place was...

I took a look around. It seemed that I was in a meadow of some sorts, with flowers, pieces of flint, carrots, berry bushes, saplings, grass, and beehives. On the left was a forest with what looked like evergreen trees and huge silky white balls. They looked like spider nests, and I tried not to think if there were millions on small spiders or a few huge ones. I decided to gather everything there and move on the the savanna, on the right side of the meadow.

It was nearing night when I realized: how am I supposed to carry this all around? It had to be near two hundred pounds of resources. I tried to put some small items in my pocket and started with the grass when... The grass disappeared in my pocket.

What's happening?

I took out my hand again, but it still had the grass. Weird, let's put it back in.

When I took my hand out of my pocket as I placed the grass in it, it felt like it wasn't there. I looked into my pocket and there it was, not even crumpled.

It seems some type of portal, or never-ending storage area, has got into my pockets... somehow...

I tried to put everything into my pockets, and whoop-di-doo, it all fit. Even the logs, which I had gotten by creating a makeshift axe with a stick and a piece of flint.

Interesting, but I better get to the savanna before night falls. I wish I could fly... WHOA!

It turns out I could actually float a few feet above the ground, but no more than that.

"What the heck is this place... The sun sets in eight hours, I have a magic pocket, and I can actually fly... It seems that Maxwell actually brought me into a different dimension, or maybe even to a place he made himself! I can't be that crazy, right?"

In an hour or two, I had gotten to the savanna. I was hoping for any moon so I could at least see better than if there were only stars. Turned out I couldn't see anyway. It got pitch-black and I couldn't even see the hand I was waving in front of my own face. I still saw a small flicker of light in the distance, and started running towards it. I wasn't fast enough to not receive the wounds I did.

"Who's there?" I yelled into the darkness. I had heard a faint whoosh and a scratch. The next thing I noticed was the fountain of blood pouring out of my chest.

"OUCH!" I was getting desperate, and started sprinting towards the light, which was close enough to recognize as a campfire. There was a person coming towards me as well with a small blazing torch.

As soon as I thought I would make it, another faint whoosh came and my back started to sting. I was close to passing out, but the person came.

I blacked out once more.


That was the first chapter. As I said earlier, the person is Wendy, the nothingness that attacked him was the Grue (Charlie), and yes, he can fly. Though it seems he had forgotten in his panic to get towards the fire.

Thanks for reading and as always, please review, favorite, and follow (or you may end up like William... J.K.).
-TheWriter237, signing out.