Hey everybody! I'm back! You would've thought I could've gotten a life by now, you know, instead of being stuff in front of a computer. Well, tough luck for me. REVIEW ACKNOWLEDGING TIME!

Disciple of Ember- Thanks? I guess? Your answer is on chapter 7, go see the bottom. You sir, deserve a cookie for effort of reviewing.

And that's it! Honestly, two reviews for three chapters isn't that good, ya know. Take about a minute to review and brighten my day! Here it is! Also, none of these origin stories (except Wilson's) is actually Klei's and was made up by me. Enjoy!

Joon- Don't Starve is the property of Klei Entertainment, and only William and the storyline is the authors. Wylie the Sadistic is and OC by XxTerraxX (who's really awesome and you should check her stories) and is not eligible for any copying or quoting more than four paragraphs.

Wilson- Hey guys, look at that guy talking to nothing! Weird.

Joon- Oh shut up.

When you know all logic has flown out the door, you know we're talking about Don't Starve. - Anon at the Don't Starve Wiki.

I wrote a limerick!

This limerick will never make sense,
Because it's written in past tense.
As for the last line,
Although it is fine,
Will have like a hundred syllables in it so it's not really a haiku I mean look at how many freaking syllables there are JESUS there's so many freaking syllables and it's not in past tense. (so it rhymes.)

Willow's flashback-

I had come back from school after a particularly bothersome day. Even more people than usual were teasing me about my small body frame and how I was 'stupid' when my grades were better than the average of all theirs. I'm not insane, not insane! was the only thought I could ever think of that comforted me enough. I didn't know that that night's events would add another item on their list of insults: pyromaniac.

I went into my room and slammed the door as hard as I could, going over the day's bothersome events and doing my homework. At seven o'clock sharp, the dinner bell rang and I went downstairs for some food. I never got any of my mom's steak, nor would I ever again.

As I arrived at the table, the oven exploded, instantly engulfing my parents in a thick fiery hurricane. It was the last time I saw them with their usual colors. By the time the firefighters came and got the house wet, my parents were burnt to a crisp.

I remember running away with the money I saved from the fire ($10,000, emergency money.) and vowing to never return to that village again, but now, I'd take anywhere except this god-forsaken place. I arrived in a town that I didn't know the name of and got some supplies to keep me going for a while. Then I left for the woods, with five thousand dollars left and about a month's supply of water, food, and clothing, a tent, and some blankets and pillowcase, with a couple lighters and a hatchet for fire. It was going to be a long month.

On the seventh day when I started getting tired of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, the tent sort of grew a mouth and started talking to me. It was weird, seeing the flap flapping around like a mouth.

"Say pal," it said. "You don't look so good right now, I could help you out in that situation..." the voice I later found out as Maxwell said. I was pretty desperate, so I nodded. Any thing to get out of here.

"Then make this pyramid of wood-" he chucked out a blueprint from it's mouth. Barfed? Spit? I don't know, I'll just say chucked. "- and light it on fire. You like fire, don't you?"

It felt like a cruel joke, with my parents dying by a fire and me being saved by one. Then again, I was so excited with the idea that I could get to live a normal life again, I couldn't think.

"Okay." I said.

After the pyramid was finished, I took out my lighter, but hesitated on pulling the trigger.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!" The tent said.

I still hesitated.

"DO IT!"

I quickly set the pyramid on fire and watched as the smoke cast a shadow across the sky. With horror, I realized the smoke was forming into a face! I tried to run, but my arms' shadows came up out of the ground and pulled me through.

Wilson's flashback-

"Mix this in... and a pinch of this... Then mix these to toge-" BAM! "Well, another invention up in smoke..." I sighed. "Why can't I do anything right?"

I walked over to the couch to think what ever could have gone wrong. Maybe I used to many spoons of sodium? Maybe I shouldn't have put in the boron? I didn't get it. I was still slouching when the radio started talking to me. Scientifically impossible, I know, but hey, at least it's a form of conversation, right? Not like a freaking tent. (Ouch! Willow, no need to punch me that hard!) Anyway, here's what it said.

Say pal, it said when I turned to see what was going on. I see you're having some trouble! I have secret knowledge I can share with you. If you think you are ready for it. I nodded enthusiastically. Finally, a chance to show the world that I was brilliant, a chance to become famous! I admit, I wasn't thinking very straight, but I was pretty excited. OK then! As soon as he finished, a large shadow came into my peripheral vision and went away. The radio shook and images of things, things that no one ever even knew of, horrible secrets, flooded into my mind. There were properties of our world that no one could ever dream of, animals never before seen, places to be explored! And the pieces of the puzzle slowly built itself, when suddenly... I had an idea.

I tied up some live rats needed between the inner works of the machine, I typed up my theories, I screwed, hammered, dusted, bolted, chiseled, and even cut up my own hand for some blood. There was another explosion, but this time I knew it would happen. No big deal. And I was done with the complex bit of machinery.

Excellent! The radio said. It had gone silent during my building. Now throw the switch! I hesitated, my hand hovering uncertainly over the lever. DO IT!

As I pulled the switch, gears started turning. It was then when I realized... The man never told me what the machine would do. I stared in horror as the radio started laughing menacingly, and out of the machine's shadow, two hands came up and pulled me through. The last thing I heard was that horrific laugh.

All went black

I explained how I got into this mess and looked over at Wendy, expecting her to start talking. She didn't, and she was just staring down at Abigail's flower (she told me it was.)

"Can I talk about this another time? I don't want to right now." she said.

"Sure. Why not?" I asked, glaring at the others to say the same.

"Yeah, I'm getting tired anyway. Let's go to sleep." Wilson said.

"Me too." Willow said.

And so, we went to bed, wondering what it was that made Wendy so uncomfortable. I guess we may never know.

Sorry for the annoying chapter, things will pick up so drastically the next one I thought it would be a good idea to slow it down before that happens. Leave a comment on whether you liked William's, Willow's or Wilson's backstory, and say why! Peace out! Also, Wilson's backstory is not the author's but of the (c) Klei Entertainment Company and should be treated as such. That sounded legit.