Chapter 15, everybody! In which we officially meet a certain snarling string-puller….
Don't Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment
Portal © 2007 Valve
This was awful. This was beyond awful. Their worst nightmare was back, right down to the last least detail, right down to his name neatly embroidered on the front of his test track suit—
Maxwell.
Well, you look distinctly worse for wear, he said, almost conversationally. So how've you been while I've been busy being dead?
Wilson very minutely shifted so he was between her and him—like that would help. They didn't even have a portal gun to defend themselves with right now.
The action wasn't lost on Maxwell. Oh, right—the boyfriend.
Before they could even think about responding, a claw dropped down and snatched Wilson up.
Willow shrieked in alarm as the claw contracted—Wilson's scream wasn't enough to cover the crunch of his bones.
A second claw snatched her up before she could move.
All right, let's be honest here, Maxwell said conversationally, hauling up to a standing position as the first claw tossed Wilson carelessly away. We all said some things that you're going to regret. But I think we can put that behind us, don't you?
Willow writhed and squirmed, trying to break free.
The silent treatment again? I can see you haven't matured any. Well, I know just how to fix that. But first….
Willow writhed anew—the claw was moving, something in the ground opening—
She recognized it—the incinerator.
She beat ineffectually against the claw, tried to push it open—tried vainly to see Wilson one last time—
And then the claw released, and she was plummeting into darkness.