Wendy excitedly grabs some papyrus and charcoal.
Willow watches her as she grasps the paper and pencils.
"Let's draw." she says, her whole body smiling.
Willow nods at her and lets a small smile slip on her lips.
Wendy gives her a small stack of paper and a piece of charcoal.
The burnt tree smell wafers in the air and Willow smiles at the thought of burning the trees.
She slowly starts to draw a flame licking a piece of wood in a small pit, stones surrounding the flames.
She continues with tree stumps as stools and drawing three figures on the stools.
She soon realizes she's drawing Wendy, Wilson, and herself.
She quickly draws Wendy with her puffy pigtails and red rose in the side of her hair with her giant blue eyes, so light they look almost white. She draws Wilson's flame like hair and charcoal eyes, along with herself in her curly pigtails and almost sad expression that she wears everyday.
She continues to shade and shape things when she hears Wendy gasp.
She turns to Wendy to see her already wide eyes almost reach her ears.
"That's SO good! Can I.. uh, keep it?" she asks hesitantly.
Willow smile and writes her initials on the side before handing it to her.
Wendy giggles and places it next to her bed mat.
Wilson comes back, covered in red marks and spider fluid, making both the girls wrinkle their noses.
"I'm afraid it wasn't one of my most successful trips." he says sadly, messing with the strap of his backpack.
"Ya' think, Sherlock?" Wendy teases, making a giggle escape Willow's lips.
Wilson smirks evilly at a laughing Willow, making her stop and look at him.
"Come here Willow." he opens his arms for a hug.
Her eyes widen. "No way!"
He smirks and steps forward.
She thinks quickly, flipping over him and races out of the tent.
He stands dazed for a minute before smirking.
"So that's how it's going to be, 'eh?"
This is how Wilson ended up chasing a screaming Willow around camp until the sun goes into the middle of the sky.
He finally catches her and holds her tight.
"Ah, GROSS!" she squeals, trying to get out of his grip.
He smiles. "Need a shower?"
Before she can register what happened he throws her in the river near the camp.
She comes out with soaked pigtails and a surprised look written all over her face.
He laughs, clutching his sides for support.
She grins before grabbing his arms and yanking back, making him topple into the water besides her while she laughs so hard her face turns red from lack of oxygen.
He comes out with a frown. "Well played miss."
His hair, once wet and laying over his ears, sticks back up in the flames.
"How does that work?" Willow asks curiously, ruffling his hair.
"Genetics I suppose. Not like I would know." he says.
She gives him a look of confusion until he sighs.
"Never knew my family. I got shipped off as a scientific experiment. Apparently I was so smart as a child I could pass fourth grade in my second year of life."
She looks at him in awe.
Then she smacks herself.
"My lighter!"
She reaches for her lighter.
"Please don't stop burning!" She pleads, flickering it.
He looks at it in curiosity.
"You brought a lighter into this universe?"
"I had it in my pocket when I came here." she says, still messing with the lighter.
"Here." he holds out his palm.
She hesitates before giving him the lighter.
He shakes it and about half a gallon of water comes out of it before he tries the flame.
It blazes in front of him, showing his triumphant smile.
They look up at the setting sun before racing back to the camp.
"Look who's back from their Honeymoon." Wendy jokes, messing with Abigail's flower.
They both glare at her and say," WE DIDN'T GO ON A HONEYMOON!"
"So you will?" Wendy shoots back.
They both groan and shake their heads before sitting next to her and lighting the fire quickly as night engulfs the land around them.
They look over at the other side of the world to see the light of a fire and hear screaming.
"Looks like others aren't getting along well." Wilson observes.
Willow nods. "Why don't we meet them?"
Wendy and Wilson look at her as if she said Santa was her dad.
"Maybe we can find a way out of here if we meet them. Work together." she states.
"Interesting." Wilson says, running his hand over his stubble.
"Then tomorrow you guys can meet people." Wendy says.
"Why not you?" Willow asks.
"I'm going to summon Abigail." she replies.
"Yeah, about that, who is Abigail?" Willow asks, turning to Wilson.
"Her dead twin sister. That flower," he points to the flower Wendy cradled in her arms," is her life source. She comes out once in a couple days until she dies, going back to the flower. You have to kill something near her for her to appear."
Willow nods slowly, still processing what the scientist said.
"Well, I can go over to the mime dude and his burly friend, since I hear one voice that is screaming, and you find the librarian and the robot." Willow says.
"Okay." he nods in agreement.
They sit in silence as they watch the fire.
Wendy's stomach growls and she turns pink. "Sorry."
Wilson looks up at the moon. "It's fine. We haven't eaten since this morning. What about you Willow?"
She looks down at her shoes. "Yesterday afternoon."
They stare at her. "You haven't eaten in over a day?"
"Yeah, ran out." she says simply.
"Wendy, go get the jam and carrots.' Wilson instructs.
Wendy nods before racing over to a hidden fridge.
Wilson and Willow exchange glances as if they're talking.
Wilson's seems to ask 'A whole day?'
She nods and plays with her thumbs.
He moves her chin to face him.
"That's bad." he says aloud.
"What, no!" She says, no trace of sarcasm in her voice. "It's perfectly fine. I did that before today anyways."
He stares at her. "That's not normal."
"Yeah well, neither am I."
"Explain." he says.
She sighs. She never told anyone this before.
She takes one of her hands and shoves it into the flames.
He yelps as the fire makes a path for her arm.
"Fascinating." he says after a while.
She sighs again and pulls her arm out.
Wendy comes back with a spring in her step.
"Here you go, Dad." she says.
"Why do you call me that?" Wilson asks, taking the food from her and splitting it into three plates.
"It's called a nickname Sherlock." she says simply before sitting next to Willow.
"Yeah, and why did you call me Mom?" Willow asks.
"You guys seem like you're married, even though you've known each other less than a day." Wendy shrugs as Wilson hands her some food.
They turn pink and eat in silence.
Willow eachs the slowest, as if it will disappear if she eats too fast.
When they finish Wendy goes to bed while Wilson and Willow sit and watch the flames.
Willow smiles at the flames as they light up her dark eyes.
Wilson watches her in fascination and he feels his heart flutter at her dazzling smile.
He shakes the thought out of his mind before standing up.
"I'm going to go back to my tent. Yours is the farthest to the right." he states.
She only nods, her eyes never leaving the fire.
"Goodnight Willow."
"Goodnight Wilson."
She watches the fire as it turns smaller and as it's only a flicker of light she stands up and walks back to her tent.
She sees a pair of white eyes in the dark but shrugs it off, having seen it for days.
~0~
Willow wakes up to Wilson's face hovering over hers.
Due to instinct she flips him over her and sits on top him, pinning his arms quickly.
He laughs and says," Morning Willow."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she says quickly, letting him up.
"It's fine miss, ready to go look for some people?" he grins.
"Totally." she sighs, stretching.
They walk out to see Wendy putting the flower down besides a caged rabbit.
"Bye guys!" She says happily.
"Bye!" they call in usion before disappearing into the deep forest.
"I'm sorry." Wendy says to the frightened bunny before slitting its throat.
The blood drips on Abigail's flower and Abigails stilhout comes out of it.
She soon turns into a almost identical version of her sister besides the color in her cheeks and the happy smile, replaced by a grimace.
"Hey Wendy, hows my troublemaker?" she asks, soon smiling and ruffling her hair.
They laugh and talk while Wilson and Willow silently slip through the forest.
They nod goodbye before Willow goes in the direction of the screaming of last night.
She see's the ashes of the old fire and two bed rolls laid out.
"Um, hello?" she asks, looking around the area.
Silence.
She shrugs and turns to leave.
A war cry can be heard and the birds fly away as Willow's soon tackled.
"Woah!" She yells as he flips her around.
She sees a big burly man with a mustache and lots of muscle.
"I got 'er, Wes." the man says.
A man with a white face and black and white shirt, who must be Wes, nods.
"Names Wolfgang, whatcha want? We saw you about to die back that their bird and then, POOF, gone." he says, his voice layered thick with an accent.
"Can you, uh, get off my calf?" she asks, her calf's wound reopening and blood pouring onto the white bandages.
"Not 'till you tell us how you n' your life escaped Missy." he says pressing on her calf harder, making tears prick her eyes.
"A friend." she says simply.
He presses harder and she almost screams in pain but he covers her mouth as she screams.
"Who was ya' friend there?" he asks.
"His names Wilson." she gets out, muffled by his palm.
"And who," he presses so hard you can hear her screams over his hand," is Wilson?"
"He's a human, duh." she says, still able to be sarcastic and rude despite what's happening.
He gets off her calf and she sighs in relief.
"I came here to ask if we can alliance to get out of here, since we all hate Maxwell, but since you reopened my wound, I don't really like you anymore." she sighs, getting up and ignoring Wolfgang's hand.
"Sorry Missy, we just 'ssumed you 'r a creation of that their Maxwell." he says, sheepishly smiling.
She glances at Wes who looks just as sheepish.
"Well, if you want an alliance, I assume you know where we camp?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
They both nod and she sighs.
"Farewell Missy." Wolfgang calls as she turns around and walks away.
Wes only waves at her retreating figure.
Meanwhile Wilson made no process, hearing her screams and shrugging it off as a bird.
He walks back and meets her limping figure.
She trips over a rock going over to him and he catches her quickly.
"What happened?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.
"Met Wes and Wolfgang." she says. "They didn't really like me."
He puts on of her arms around his neck and puts one of his arms around her waist as they walk back to camp.
"I couldn't find so much as a footprint of the robot and librarian. They're good." he says in awe.
She only sighs and presses her hand against the soaked bandage.
"We should fix that." he observes as the clearing comes into view.
"No." she says sarcastically.
He chuckles as they walk over to her tent and he grabs the scarce amount of bandages left.
He wraps the rest of them around her leg.
"I got some silk, I'll make some more tonight." he decides as she helps him tie the end of the bandages together.
He gets up and offers her a hand.
She gladly takes it and they walk over to Wendy's room.
"Wendy?" Wilson says, knocking on the wooden pole.
"Come in." she says cheerfully.
They walk in to see her looking at Willow's drawing with Abigail.
Wendy smiles wide at Willow. "See Abigail, she made this drawing."
Abigail smiles at Willow. "You're very good."
"Um, thanks. You must be the twin sister, Abigail." Willow says.
"Indeed." she nods, putting out her hand.
"Um, won't my hand go through yours?"
She smiles. "You're the only one who wasn't fallen for it. I would've thought Wilson would have…"
"But you look like a solid figure!" He complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.
Willow giggles and pokes his arm. "Nice sciencing their."
He scowls in defeat. "I suppose I could've remembered she is a ghost, but COME ON!"
Willow laughs and slings a lazy arm over his shoulders. "Lighten up, Sherlock, I almost did that."
Abigail giggles. "You were right with the nicknames Wendy."
They turn to her. "Does EVERYONE know about those?" they say in usion, sighing after.
"And you were right about them talking at the same time." Abigail observes.
They both throw their hands up in the air in frustration and then look at each other.
"Stop copying me!" they both scream.
They both do this for a good three minutes until Wilson puts his hand over Willow's mouth and she simply sighs.
Later they all sit at the fire pit as Willow lights the fire with her lighter.
They hear a war cry in the distance and Willow mutters," Oh no." and holds her calf protectively in one arm and hugs Wilson's arm in the other.
"Is this Wolfgang and Wes?" Wilson asks.
"Yep." she sighs.
Wendy watches the forest rustle as the screams get louder.
"Oh god." Abigail mutters. "It's adult talking time Wendy, lets go."
She quickly nods and they race to the tents.
"Traitors." Willow mutters.
Wolfgang bursts through the woods into the clearing with a fumbling Wes behind, tripping on twigs and rocks.
"Missy, is this 'er that Wilson man you 'r talkin' 'bout?" he asks.
"Yes Wolfgang." she sighs.
"We came f'r that their alliance you 'r talkin' an' speakin' with."
"Mhm, well remember I said I don't really like you after you broke my wound open." she says.
"We done said we is er' sorry 'bout that, ain't we Wes?" he turns to the mime, his makeup smeared and his cheek bleeding.
He nods tiredly.
"I SUPPOSE we can talk." she sighs, slipping her arms out of her calf and Wilson's arm and twiddles her thumbs.
"Thank your missy, you is kind." he nods before they sit on the opposite log.
"Mhm, now why do you need an alliance with us?" she asks, reminding Wilson of a lawyer. "After all, you have a campground, each other, and it shouldn't be a problem with food considering you could tackle me so easily."
"Well, we don't get along well, our campgrounds 'er beaten up, and food ain't as easy as you youngins might think."
"Well, if you help us in equal equivalent, say we make you guys a tent, you help us hunt, then will this work?"
Wilson stares in amazement at her words.
"Yes Missy, I think it must en' work with us, right Wes?" he says, turning to the mime.
He nods quickly as he tries to get a branch out of his hair.
"We must tell ya' though, they're 're more of us humans than you all think."
"How many more?" Willow asks, raising an eyebrow.
"How many do you all know 'bout?"
"Four besides us three, and not counting you it would be two." Wilson buts in.
He sighs at them.
"There is, not countin' us a' course, five 'ther people."
They gape at his words and stare at each other.
"Five?" they both breath, looking back at him.
"Yes." he says sadly. "An' it grows more 'vryday."
"Oh my god. He's imprisoned this many people? I'm going to kill him." Willow says angrily.
Wilson puts an arm around her waist and squeezes her comfortingly.
"Well then, we must meet 'em sometime, eh?" Wolfgang says.
Willow nods.
"You guys can have my tent for tonight, I'm going to stay up tonight."
"You is kind missy." Wolfgang says before Wes drags him to the tent.
Wilson and Willow sit in silence for a while until Wilson says he's going to go make some bandages.
She nods and continues to stare at the fire.
A twig cracks and she looks up at the mans smiling face.
"Maxwell." she growls.
"Yes, Love?" he asks with a smirk.
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