Wilson makes a thing, Willow helps him test the thing, and thanks to the thing, cause chaos around the camp. As simple as it can get.

A chronicle of the survivors daily shenanigans as they all grow accustomed to their new normal. Laughs are had, puns are made, and no one dies this day. Just pure, found family fun.

Nobody was meant to know Woodie's secret, especially Wolfgang.

Wilson has been trapped in Maxwell's world for years, struggling to survive with the other lost souls imprisoned in his sick game. After trials and hardships, it seemed to the small group that escape was only an illusion. But one fatal blunder from Maxwell might have suddenly changed all the rules. For there is a new ruler who sits upon the throne…

The Constant has been a home for many lost people. Chester met many of them and shared their adventures. No matter how many come and go, he will always be there for his owners.

Whenever he saw her, she always looked so sad. Wormwood decided he would do whatever it takes to help this little human smile.

Changing bandages must be done, even if Wilson's gibbering is inane at best.

It was feeble. It cried constantly. WX78 didn't understand it at all.

Wortox dreams of Krampus. (Febuwhump day 14 - "I didn't mean it.")

Cruel, merciless, tyrant, that's what everyone calls Constant's true leader. Not even Charlie, the illustrious queen of the kingdom with all her might, could stop him from chopping up and usurping the kingdom for himself if he wanted to. The truth is harsh, but it needs to be told, it is he who commands this world.

What's in a name to a man that has many? William Carter, magician. Maxwell Carter, King of Shadows. After stumbling into a deadened world, the owner of both is forced to reckon with who he is...and what he will be.

Wilson x Willow, Rated T for mentions of suicide and possible blood. (Some wholesome mentions of Webber x Wendy) A wooden cabin, quite small living but perfect living. He was finally out of that — hell portal and awful constant but now back to his reality. He remembers a significant other, a women with an admiration for roaring fire. It clicked his mind where she may be.

WX-78 has a conversation with a mopey Wilson while on a walk.

Wolfgang is Dead! Who killed him! Why does this exist! Why do I exist! Why am I!

He was a failure who let everyone down, so why did the strongman still wish to see him?

Wilson, the nightmare throne, and an ending to another adventure. (Whumptober day 12 - Broken Trust)

Even if surviving together is hard, the Constant is no place to be alone.

The shadows are always looking for new survivors. New prey to mess with. Each new addition brings a wish that brought them there. For Veronica, her wish brings new legends and a being that hasn't been seen in the constant for ages.

The idea of having an island all to yourself, away from the scourge of humanity, sounds great in theory but doesn't seem to work in practice.

A dadsbury AU. Webber was promised that he would find the man who broke his mother's heart so he could make them fix it. It seemed like a simple enough request. He knew little to nothing about the man, in fact it was only recently he had discovered any trace of them. Previously all he had was fragmented memories.

He had beaten Maxwell's chess board, and from a pawn, he became the new king of nightmares, but he takes time to reflect on torments of facts from a past life, forgotten by time.

This wouldn't be the first time Wilson had been unfortunate enough to starve to death. What was a first for him was Maxwell's visit. (Old oneshot I finished.)

The Constant had plenty of things to worry about. Monsters, sanity, hunger, and health. But not everyone has a strong immune system, and not everyone has at least some knowledge and work in medical skills. Unless you happen to be Wilson.

In which Wilson is a panic gay, avoid to look depper in himself and not deal with feelings. This was inspired of a comic made by rotten-dan in Tumblr, check them out they're cool.

He couldn't move forward, he had to go back the way he came. He spun around only for his heart to skip a beat or five. He was trapped in a cull-der-sack of webs and his only way out was blocked by mouths full of fangs. This has been untouched and discontinued until further notice. I have started other stories that are (in my opinion better) so check those out meanwhile!