In this chapter some of my OCs will enter, I have a drawing of one of them, but I don't have a drawing of the other, maybe I'll do it someday ...
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And two things, first: I am an amateur artist, so be understandable. Second: In this fanfic, at least in my head, all characters have the normal stature of a person.
Bedtime was undoubtedly the favorite moment of the survivors due to all the tiredness that Wilson provided them, in the land of dreams, they could forget that living nightmare that they were forced to call a leader.
"Wake up useless!" Wilson screamed at the top of his lungs, he held a bucket full of water in one of his hands.
Everyone cringed and opened their eyes in disgust, the hellish routine will start again, Maxwell was the one who was most dissatisfied.
"Get up!" The poor magician's heart raced after the tyrant kicked his bedroom door and screamed, and before he knew it, he was completely soaked, Wilson had poured all the water from the bucket on him.
"Hurry up!" Wilson then threw the bucket at Maxwell's head, making him scream, out of anger and pain.
Already beginning the morning irritated, Maxwell gets up, hand on his head, where he was hit by the bucket. "Come on, come on! No laziness!" Wilson continued to rush the magician, without even giving him space to speak.
The magician withdrew from his room, Wilson had retrieved the bucket and repeated the process, kicked the door of those who had not woken up, and threw the bucket on them if necessary.
"You only know how to sleep ..." Wilson commented bitterly.
"You should also sleep more." Maxwell commented, narrowing his eyes. "Perhaps you would be less unbearable."
"Do you want me to stick your tongue out?" Wilson said, the tone revealed a genuine threat. "Don't think I forgot what happened yesterday."
It was already clear that Wilson would not forget, quite the contrary, it was just the beginning of Maxwell's torture.
"Tsc ..." The magician just grumbles and turns his face away, he was not in the least interested in listening to the tyrant and his threats, besides that answering him would probably result in the threats becoming reality.
"Go down the stairs! We have a lot of work to do! " Screamed Wilson, pointing to the stairs.
"Can't we stay home today?" Questioned Webber yawning, he was very tired from everything that had happened yesterday. "It's raining!"
"No." Wilson replied, shaking his head in annoyance. "We all have tasks to do! It is the same scheme as yesterday, we will all go individually to look for materials! "
As expected, the conditions did not matter, even if it was raining pocket knives, even if it was in the literal sense, everyone would have to follow the usual tiresome and painful routine, doing the tasks that Wilson gave them. Even with a new and cozy home, that was not going to change, unfortunately.
"Let me at least get an umbrella." Maxwell protested.
"Without an umbrella." Wilson replied quickly. "Just pick and ax."
"Do you know how much this outfit costs?" Maxwell replied indignantly. "I don't intend to spoil it."
"Get .Maxwell." Wilson narrowed his eyes and said these words one by one, while his threatening tone increased.
"I refuse to leave this house without an umbrella." As the magician headed back to his room, Wilson had taken his jacket by the collar and had taken it from its owner.
"What?" Maxwell exclaimed indignantly. "Give me back!" He screamed as he advanced towards the tyrant to retrieve his elegant outfit, but Wilson had held his neck.
"This belongs to me now." Wilson replied in a cold voice.
"Mr. Wilson, no!" Wickerbottom shouted, running as fast as he could to try to stop the young man from carrying out the turbulence he was planning.
So the scientist just threw the magician down the stairs, making him fall step by step until he reached the floor, he was fine, but he was extremely dizzy.
"And let it not be repeated ..." said Wilson as he snapped his fingers, and then turned to the other survivors. "Does anyone else have anything to say?"
Everyone was wide-eyed and jaw-dropping, terrified as they trembled.
"No?" Wilson questioned. "Good, because that ..." the scientist raised the magician's jacket to his group, and tore it in half with both hands. "That's what happens to those who disobey my orders."
Meanwhile, Maxwell was getting up at the bottom of the stairs due to Wilson's "little help", and the first thing he saw when he stood up was his jacket being completely torn apart by the scientist, cut in half. "NO!" Maxwell shouted, furious, but it was too late.
Wilson simply turned to the magician, Maxwell's eyes were wide, completely discredited with what he had seen, but it didn't take long for him to narrow them and his teeth to start grinding, forming a horrible and frightening frown. Oh, Maxwell wanted so badly to kill him now ...
The scientist just narrowed his eyes and smiled, with a proud expression and a mocking smile, and then, he reached out and let what was left of Maxwell's jacket fall to the magician's hands, who as soon as he took them, squeezed them as if he were squeezing the tyrant's heart.
"See Walter!" Wilson said in a loud voice. "Refined silk for the filth produced by your dog!"
The day had barely started and Maxwell already wanted to drive an ax into the scientist's forehead, but what a beautiful start. Well, unfortunately that is not very possible at the moment, so Maxwell just keeps his anger, lamenting the loss of his expensive and elegant outfit. One day, that tyrant will pay.
Wilson came down the stairs, still with that mocking smile as he continued to look at Maxwell, with that same air of pride and contempt.
"We will." The scientist called. "We have a lot to do."
The whole group sighed, and started down the stairs while Maxwell got up, he watched as he continued to squeeze what was left of his wonderful clothes, it was ruined, it shatters, it was wretched!
"He destroyed my jacket!" Maxwell said aloud, unable to contain himself.
"My dear, calm down." Said Wickerbottom, approaching the magician. "He destroyed his clothes, not his dignity."
"Precisely." Wilson commented, leaning against the door. "How am I going to destroy something he doesn't even have?"
"Tsc ..." Maxwell looked at Wilson with an expression of pure anger, while the scientist just waited at the door with a confident smile, he never tired of mocking the poor magician. At that moment, Maxwell wanted to punch that scientist out of his face with a punch, but he knew very well that he couldn't do it, so contain his anger for now.
"We will!" He called Wilson, turning and walking through the door, into the storm with lightning, thunder and lightning.
"Come on, if we keep him waiting, he'll drag us out." Commented Wickerbottom, following the scientist.
Maxwell looked at what was left of his jacket again, until he sighed, the anger had been replaced by tired, he couldn't take it anymore. With nothing to do, he simply threw his torn clothing on the floor and started toward the door.
The survivors followed the scientist to the large entrance doors of the long, sturdy stone wall, Wilson put the key in the lock, and as soon as the doors were opened, the group left their strong and safe haven.
And then, the earth shook.
Something was approaching.
All the survivors opened their eyes and opened their mouths, except for Wilson, he had narrowed his eyes and put a wide smile on his face. It could be...?
The cry accompanied by the approaching creature answered everything.
"It's a Moose!" Screamed Woodie.
"The right is Goose!" Maxwell protested.
"Stupid creature ..." Wilson rolled his eyes, disappointed. He was expecting a much more violent monster!
"This stupid creature can destroy our entire fortress, scientist." Maxwell replied bitterly.
"First of all, Maxwell ..." He said narrowed his eyes monotonously. "It is my stronghold." The scientist had emphasized his ownership.
"And secondly, all monsters are pathetic to me, both Charlie and you don't know how to create or pose real threats." Wilson commented, laughing.
"Did you hear that, Charlie?" Screamed Wilson, looking up at the sky. "The monsters you send to face me are just as pathetic and weak as your unhappy boss!" the scientist pointed at Maxwell.
And again, Wilson was never tired of making fun of the magician, he was clearly enjoying it, unlike Maxwell, who was increasingly furious at the tyrant's behavior.
"But one thing I must give you credit for!" The scientist screamed again. "You got rid of that fret! Frankly, my dear, if you were in a relationship, you understand now that a woman deserves better than this cheating scoundrel who has betrayed your trust." Wilson's smile grew more and more.
"Tsc ..." The magician gritted his teeth, clearly furious. His patience was wearing thin, he couldn't take Wilson's stupid smile anymore.
It's done, it's damned done!
Maxwell drew his Dark Sword, he didn't care if Wilson was stronger, more resistant or more experienced than he or anyone else, that idiot was going to die NOW!
However when Maxwell approached, the scream of the big monster caused Maxwell to lose his balance and fall to the ground, while hurling his Dark Sword away due to the fall, while Wilson remained standing, holding his Glass Cutter tightly while that smug smile continued. stamped on your face.
"Well, let's get started!" Said Wilson, raising his Glass Cutter towards the gigantic monster.
It seemed that fate had once again prevented the magician from doing his longed-for justice.
While Maxwell gets up and goes to retrieve his sword, the monster approaches, and soon everyone there prepares to fight.
The monster, as if it knew it had been called a stupid creature by the tyrant, continued to jump and run towards the camp leader, and after getting close enough, dipped its head at high speed to try to attack it with its horns.
"Very slow!" Screamed Wilson, jumping over the head of the gigantic monster. "First, I must disorient the stupid creature." He remained a scientist, striking the creature on the head, leaving it confused. The monster paced up and down, dizzy.
"Second, I must blind the creature!" The scientist spun his Glass Cutter and launched it over one of the Moose / Goose's eyes, causing the monster to scream again, while blood gushed from his injured eye, Wilson quickly retrieved his weapon and repeated the process, injuring the monster again.
"Third, I must weaken the creature!" Said Wilson, punching the monster's horns, breaking them with his punches. The creature was furious with such disrespect, and in a desperate act, started to run everywhere, hurt and angry. She was going towards the fortress wall.
All the survivors who were too impressed with Wilson's combat experience just watched with their mouths open, the scientist easily fought the monster, however, they had to run away, the monster was going towards them!
Wilson just smiled when he saw the wall approaching.
Moose / Goose hit the wall head on, and was even more disoriented.
"Fourth, I must take down the creature." Said Wilson, jumping from the monster, who was completely dizzy again, he walked from side to side, giving the perfect opportunity for the scientist to stick his Glass Cutter in one of his legs, then he punched it, making Moose / Goose again. With the support of his Glass Cutter, he jumped towards the other leg, and punched it.
The creature screamed for the last time and fell to the ground, too weak to continue fighting.
And again, a fearsome monster was defeated by the tyrant with ease, it was always amazing how he managed to fight with such dangerous beings and leave without any scratches.
"Ridiculously easy." Wilson commented, still smiling.
"Ridiculously easy, he said." Willow commented, rolling his eyes as he stroked his head.
"I've never seen a Moose beat so easily, eh!" Woodie commented, approaching the passed out monster. "What do you think we should do with him, Lucy?"
"I already told you the right thing is Goose!" Maxwell protested.
"Damn it." Wilson narrowed his eyebrows. "We wasted time on this game! Come on, go get the requested materials! I have to resolve some particular things ... "
"The rain is intensifying, scientist." Maxwell commented. "You should reconsider that we should stay at home."
"Shut up, old man condemned by the Devil!" Wilson shouted suddenly, startling all the survivors present. "I didn't ask you if the rain is intensifying, unfortunate! And so the rain is getting stronger! You are not sugar! "
It seemed that they had no choice, even in the rain they would have to go, since refusing would only make Wilson angrier and madder, and it seemed that he was almost at his limit.
And then Wilson turned and started to distance himself from the group to lock the doors of the wall, so that nobody would enter the house while he was away, and soon, he started to distance himself again, to do his personal affairs, with nothing left to do , the group started wandering around Constant, looking for materials.
"Did you see what he did to that monster?" Asked Walter. "That was incredible!"
"And you still wanted to face him." Winona said, looking at Maxwell with a frustrated expression, she really distinguished him for what he had done with Maxwell. "You're an idiot."
"Hey." Willow approached Winona. "He doesn't deserve to be despised, he deserves to be praised as brave for wanting to face that asshole." The pyromaniac protested.
"It's more of a suicide, yes." Winona replied.
"I was trying to help you guys!" Maxwell protested. "I was trying to save you!"
"And you didn't make it!" Protested Winona. "Just as you didn't manage to save Charlie, and you didn't even help her."
"You were a useless Maxwell, and you still are." Winona continued, turning her back on the magician and distancing herself from the group.
"I ..." When Maxwell tried to protest, he felt a burning sensation in his mind, on the back of his neck, and on his back, he felt something holding his neck, they were like hands that prevented his soul from screaming that he was sorry, that he tried to help. It was an overwhelming sensation.
"He was just naive." Protested Wickerbottom, approaching the magician, stroking his back gently. "We all make mistakes, and we deserve forgiveness."
Winona just snorted and turned to look at Maxwell and the librarian. "I want to take that big, sticky nose from him and break it!" the worker then turned around again and once again started on her way.
"I'm sorry, Maxwell." Said Wickerbottom, stroking the magician's hair.
"It's all right." Maxwell replied.
And then, all the other survivors started to break up, only Maxwell and Willow remained standing in that place, the magician was reflective and melancholy. His sins consumed him with such impetus.
"Hey, Maxwell." Willow approached the magician.
"Yes?" He was still looking down.
The pyromaniac just hugged the magician, making his eyes widen.
As much as Maxwell's proud and proud side wanted to tell Willow to let him go, the injured sensitive side screamed for neatness.
The magician simply wrapped his arms around the pyromaniac's body.
Willow's clothes were stained as his tears flowed.
"I have always admired your petulance with him." Willow commented, smiling.
When the two broke up, Maxwell was already feeling a little better. "Thank you."
"Do you still think about facing him?" Willow asked.
"Yes." The magician replied, his face was serious. "I will not give up until he is bleeding on the floor and in pain!"
"Hey, let's take it easy." Willow commented, smiling. "Let me help you!"
"What...?" This was certainly unexpected, Maxwell did not think he would hear something like this, he thought he would be alone in this, especially after so many cruel threats from the tyrant, but those words seemed to prove otherwise.
"We both know that alone you will not be able to take him down." Willow continues. "So, let me help you!"
"I don't know how you could help me Willow. And you know, Wilson is not a merciful man, he is a cold, aggressive, cruel man, and quite frankly ... his personality is wicked." Maxwell replied dryly. This made Willow smile, he was going back to being that annoying old man she knew.
"I have my tricks, mate." Willow replied, narrowing his eyes and smiling smugly. "You have always, always, always been right to never give up on confronting him, and if that sucker doesn't know how to die, let's teach him!" the face of the pyromaniac turned into an evil face, while her tone became somber, which awoke a small smile on the magician's face.
"I see we are on the same page, then." Says the magician, smiling, it looked like he had found a valuable ally for his plan. "Well, if so, then I accept your help."
"But it will still be difficult." Maxwell added quickly. "He is a cunning man."
"Don't worry, I already have several ideas on how we can end it." Willow replied. "How about we lock him in the shelter, set him on fire and let him die burnt in the flames?"
"Uh ..." Maxwell, even though he was expecting it in some way, was a little scared, it wasn't a bad idea, quite the opposite, but it seemed that she only thought about fire. "Well, I don't doubt that monster would survive something like that, and besides, that place has some ways of handling fires, doesn't it?"
"Damn it! It is true!" Willow replied, irritated. "It seems like he's always three steps ahead of anyone!"
"What if we knocked him out and locked him underground? Eventually his materials would run out and he would die at Charlie's hands! " Willow suggested again.
"He would probably unlock himself at the base of the punch ..." replied the magician, with a hand on his chin and a thoughtful expression on his face. He was already well aware of the scientist's absurd skills, none of which would work, for sure. "I think we are going to need a more complex plan, something he would never have expected."
"Besides, Charlie wouldn't do much damage to him." The magician added. "Once, I locked him up in a world devoured by night, Charlie was constantly chasing him, and whenever she bit or scratched him, he always screamed. "Bite and scratch more, because there is still very little!" or else "It's delicious! Continues!"
It was difficult to think of a plan that would work on the tyrant, he had already survived so many dangerous situations that it was scary.
"Well, let's think about something as we walk." Maxwell commented. "As much as we want to withdraw his authority, if we don't obey him, we will end up dead before we can execute any plan."
And then they started walking, gathering materials grudgingly while Willow continued to hand out plans to defeat the tyrant.
"What if we leave to die frozen in the winter without materials? What if we launch it into a volcano? What if we blow it up? What if we use Bigfoot to crush it?" The pyromaniac questioned as she followed Maxwell.
"Somehow, he would survive all this ..." said the magician, already tired of hearing so many ideas, but he did not stop listening, since he might end up thinking something that might work.
Willow sighed, she was running out of ideas.
"But what if ..." The pyromaniac cannot finish speaking after hearing a loud noise, accompanied by the darkening of the sky, which had become black as coal, and the appearance of a portal between the clouds, extremely gray, which lightning streaked everywhere, hitting vegetation and starting several fires. The large fire that had been released had put a smile on Willow's face, but it did not last long after she and the magician noticed two figures falling from the strange phenomenon.
One of the figures constantly shouted, "I'm going to die!" she shouted shortly afterwards, as she fell quickly towards the ground.
Willow and Maxwell without wasting a lot of time, ran out towards those people, they were two men, one of them had his hand on his head and his eyes were closed. "I died! I died, I died, I died, I will die, I already died! " He said, desperate.
"Say pal, you don't look very well ..." commented Maxwell, frowning.
"Jesus, is it you?" Said the man who thought he was dead, by his look, was quite dizzy.
"Not exactly...?" The magician responds, seeing that this guy didn't seem to be thinking very clearly at the moment.
"Not exactly? As well?" Questioned the man, apparently, he had blurred vision. "Strange, I didn't think you would wear a shirt, pants and dress shoes, and I didn't expect your hair to be so short."
And then, the poor guy's vision was back to normal, he no longer saw Maxwell dimly.
"Oh, you are not who I thought you were." Said the man getting up, while the other remained lying on the floor, apparently had passed out. "My name is Dalton."
"Dalton?" Maxwell's eyes widened, he was confused, all survivors who were imprisoned at Constant had their names beginning with the letter "W", how had he stopped here?
Meanwhile, the other survivors had arrived, surrounding the strangers who had fallen into Constant.
"Hi!" Said Webber, quickly approaching the stranger, making him scream.
"Demon!" Screamed Dalton, while pointing at the spider boy, the desperate glasses fell from his face as he lost his balance and collapsed on the floor.
"Calm calm!" Maxwell said, helping Dalton to his feet, while he was still shaking as he looked at the poor spider boy, who was sad and confused to be called a demon.
"How can I be calm? I ended up in hell! " Dalton screamed desperately, forcing Maxwell to slap his face. "Calm down, man!" the magician held the man by the tie. "Technically you are in hell, but technically you are not! You are in a world called "Constant!"
"But what is he?" Questioned Dalton, he was still nervous, but he was starting to calm down.
"He's called Webber, he's a spider boy." Maxwell replied, letting go of Dalton. "And he doesn't like to be called a demon, frankly, I don't think anyone does."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Said Dalton, looking at Webber. "I never thought I'd see anything like you in my life, so I got scared."
"Okay ..." said Webber, he was still a little upset, but at least Dalton had apologized.
"But still, can someone explain to me who you are and what the hell is Constant?" Dalton questioned, looking at all the survivors.
Maxwell sighed, only he was able to properly explain what Constant was, but he really wasn't in the mood to do this. "Well, let's take care of the introductions first." he said, approaching. "My name is..."
"Maxwell." Dalton replied, making everyone's eyes widen, the stranger knew the magician's name.
"How do you know that?" Maxwell questioned.
"I knew I knew you from somewhere, I saw your posters on several walls in the big city." Replied the man.
Maxwell can sigh with relief. "And this is Willow." The magician pointed to the pyromaniac. "She likes to ignite things, so be very careful when talking to her."
"Some things are much more beautiful when they're on fire." Willow commented, with a smile and a somber tone of voice, as he looked at Dalton, making him cringe in fear.
"I suppose we'll be fine then, because I can't touch something without it breaking or catching fire." Answered.
"Oh, this is an interesting skill!" Willow says, looking honestly interested, as if Dalton's comically clumsy way was a talent.
"It's more of a curse ..." Dalton commented, unlike the pyromaniac, he didn't seem at all happy with his "ability", for obvious reasons.
"It can't be that bad." Commented Woodie, approaching.
"In fact, it is much worse." Dalton replied. "Do any of you have something expendable for me to demonstrate how hellish this is?"
Woodie then offered him a stone, nothing had happened after Dalton held it, and then he simply passed the stone to his other hand.
"Nothing happens ..." The magician had his eyes down, being extremely skeptical about what Dalton had said, but everyone's eyes widened when he saw the stone break from nothing.
"One second." Said Dalton.
And the stone magically started to catch fire.
Everyone was impressed, Dalton wasn't really lying, it was such a disastrous feat that it was impressive, and Willow seemed more interested than ever.
"How did you do it?!" Asked the pyromaniac, as if she were watching a magic show.
"I dont know." Dalton threw the burning stone back. "I just know that I can't lift a finger without causing an accident ..." While the man was speaking, a big fire had formed behind him, the stone had hit a tree that was very close to many others. "What a burning smell ..."
"Uh ... friend, you should look back." Maxwell said, pointing slightly in the direction of the fire that Dalton hadn't even noticed yet, until he turned and saw the flames spread through the forest. "Oh dear…" Dalton's eyes widened when he saw what his bad luck had caused this time, while Willow was getting more and more excited, it seems that the two really would get along.
"My goodness!" Willow shouted. "Maxwell, I hardly know and I already love this guy!"
Dalton had his hand on his face, covering his eyes, while the fire continued to spread. "Ah, God. This is embarrassing! "
"We will continue with the presentations." Maxwell said.
"Skinny man is clumsy!" Wolfang screamed, hitting Dalton on the back, making him scream as his glasses popped out of his face again, as he fell to the floor again. "Sorry, Wolfang is powerful!"
"Oh no. Not that skinny story again. They kept pestering me at school because of my body. " Commented Dalton, his face on the grass. "Looking on the bright side ..." He lifted his face off the floor. "The grass didn't catch fire."
And at that very moment, somehow, a little smoke begins to come out of the grass, where Dalton's face was resting. Soon this smoke increases, and flames start to spread across the grass. "I shouldn't have spoken ..." Dalton says, moving away from the spreading fire more and more.
Dalton coughed. "Let's continue."
"Hey, friend!" Said Woodie, approaching Dalton. "Whenever you need you can talk to me, I also have my dark torments." The woodcutter's expression became melancholy, but quickly returned to normal. "However, I believe that Lucy and I can help you with this, eh?"
"Who is Lucy?" Dalton questioned.
"This wonderful wonder!" Said Woodie, raising his ax. "I love her!" Woody affectionately kissed his longtime friend.
"We all have heavy burdens to carry, but all burdens are brought on by a greater evil, called life." Said Wendy, approaching Dalton.
"What a depressing thought, my little one." Said Dalton, kneeling. "Tell me, since when did you start having such thoughts? Do not come from a happy soul or a healthy mind, have you been experiencing difficulties recently? "
"Since I understand myself by people." Wendy replied darkly.
"I hope we can work together, you and me, so that we can work this out." Dalton replied, standing up.
"Greetings young man, I am Wickerbottom." The librarian approached the boy. "Those are Warly, and your faithful friend Woby, that is Warly, Wes and Wigfrid."
"Nice to meet them!" Dalton said, waving, an act in which Wes responded instantly. After finishing waving, Dalton put his hand on his shoulder, and narrowed his eyebrows when he saw the mime repeat the action.
"Are you imitating me?" Dalton asked, pointing to Wes, who continued to repeat the man's actions.
"Okay, he's imitating me! I hope he won't be able to imitate my bad luck either, or else this world will end in flaming pieces! "
"And besides, I ..." Dalton's eyes widened when he noticed Winona approaching, the boy's chin dropped, and a small amount of drool accumulated in the corner of his mouth.
"What's up buddy? How are you?" Winona questioned, approaching.
Words could not get out of the boy's mouth, all that came out of his mouth were incomprehensible murmurs, making everyone narrow their eyes, confused. Dalton, realizing the situation, coughed, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and made a reference similar to the one Maxwell did, before starting his magic shows. "Greetings, luv! I feel splendid, how about you? "
"But what is this conversation, Dalton?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow. "You barely know her and are you calling her love?"
Dalton's cheeks turned red and he opened his eyes wide, ashamed. "Please don't think nonsense! It's just a common friendliness in England."
"Ah, I see ..." Said the pyromaniac, who even said that was still a little suspicious of Dalton's actions, but decides to let it go.
The passed out man started to move and let out some incomprehensible murmurs.
"Ah, finally!" Dalton smiled and turned to look at his fall mate. "He is waking up!"
The man was on his face, he raised his face and started rubbing his head.
Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the man's opinion. He was slightly like Wilson, his face was square in shape, similar to Dalton's, however, his hair was extremely similar to that of the tyrant, except that he was smaller and there was no third tip of hair.
"Where am I?" Questioned the man as he stood up. He wore an elegant black suit, accompanied by a beautiful bow tie and a blue dress shirt, his pants were dark gray in color, and his shoes were black.
"Hello Newton!" Greeted Dalton, approaching the man. Apparently, they were friends.
"Dalton? Where are we, and who are these people?" Newton questioned, narrowing his eyebrows, he was very confused.
"If I'm not mistaken, we are in a world called Constant!" Dalton replied. "And these, are survivors of this place, I suppose."
Newton raised his hand and gave the strangers a slight wave.
"Greetings." Maxwell said, taking the lead from the other survivors and introducing himself first. "My name is Maxwell, you are Newton, right? Well, welcome to Constant." Despite having just met these two, Maxwell was already thinking about how they could be great allies in his revolution against Wilson, since they hadn't even met him yet. 0 However, Newton's slight resemblance to the tyrant worried the magician a little, but well, it must be just printing.
"Thank you." Newton replied, smoothing his arm, timidly.
"Newton, later I will introduce you properly, I suppose now is the time to talk about us!" Said Dalton, approaching his friend. "Newton and I are scientists! We were two of the most notorious students at the school we studied at, although it is practically useless, considering our comprehensive knowledge of the universe and everything that fills it."
"Scientists, are you?" Maxwell commented, just hearing that he already remembered Wilson, but he decides to let it go, after all, they could be of great help in his plan. "I understand..."
"And how did they get here?" Willow asked, approaching.
"Well, Newton and I decided to visit his brother, a great old friend of both of us, who, due to family disagreements, immigrated from England to the United States so that he could acquire the freedom to revolutionize the world, not just the scientific one , but the world as a whole, with its extraordinary mind, since its relatives neglected its intellect. " Dalton replied.
"A friend...?" Maxwell asked, wanting to know more, with a certain specific concern in mind. "Who would he be?"
"Ah, finally!" Dalton smiled and turned to look at his fall mate. "He is waking up!"
The man was on his face, he raised his face and started rubbing his head.
Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the man's opinion. He was slightly like Wilson, his face was square in shape, similar to Dalton's, however, his hair was extremely similar to that of the tyrant, except that he was smaller and there was no third tip of hair.
"Where am I?" Questioned the man as he stood up. He wore an elegant black suit, accompanied by a beautiful bow tie and a blue dress shirt, his pants were dark gray in color, and his shoes were black.
"Hello Newton!" Greeted Dalton, approaching the man. Apparently, they were friends.
Is there a Newton now? What's going on here? Once again, all those chosen to be survivors at Constant have their names beginning with the letter "W."
"Dalton? Where are we, and who are these people?" Newton questioned, narrowing his eyebrows, he was very confused.
"If I'm not mistaken, we are in a world called Constant!" Dalton replied. "And these, are survivors of this place, I suppose."
Newton raised his hand and gave the strangers a slight wave.
"Greetings." Maxwell said, taking the lead from the other survivors and introducing himself first. "My name is Maxwell, you are Newton, right? Well, welcome to Constant." Despite having just met these two, Maxwell was already thinking about how they could be great allies in his revolution against Wilson, since they hadn't even met him yet. 0 However, Newton's slight resemblance to the tyrant worried the magician a little, but well, it must be just printing.
"Thank you." Newton replied, smoothing his arm, timidly.
"Newton, later I will introduce you properly, I suppose now is the time to talk about us!" Said Dalton, approaching his friend. "Newton and I are scientists! We were two of the most notorious students at the school we studied at, although it is practically useless, considering our comprehensive knowledge of the universe and everything that fills it."
"Scientists, are you?" Maxwell commented, just hearing that he already remembered Wilson, but he decides to let it go, after all, they could be of great help in his plan. "I understand..."
"And how did they get here?" Willow asked, approaching.
"Well, Newton and I decided to visit his brother, a great old friend of both of us, who, due to family disagreements, immigrated from England to the United States so that he could acquire the freedom to revolutionize the world, not just the scientific one , but the world as a whole, with its extraordinary mind, since its relatives neglected its intellect. " Dalton replied.
"A friend...?" Maxwell asked, wanting to know more, with a certain specific concern in mind. "Who would he be?"
"The most intelligent and gentleman man I have ever met." Said Dalton. "Wilson Percival Higgsbury."
"Wilson ...?" As soon as he heard that name, a chill went through Maxwell's entire body. They were friends of the tyrant. The magician was already considering this possibility, but he didn't want to believe it, it was the worst alternative, but there was no way. It seems that his plan would face some difficulties.
"Yes." Dalton replied smiling, he looked quite excited. "I am proud to have you as my best friend."
"Wow, best friend." Newton added quickly.
"We are a trio of best friends." Dalton said.
h no, that sucked, it was certainly horrible for Maxwell's plan, if the two of them allied themselves with the tyrant everything would be more difficult for the magician, his strategy would fall apart, and that was likely, since the three were not only known, they were best friends. However, an idea passes through the magician's mind, calming his despair for a moment: Even though they are friends, perhaps they will join Maxwell after seeing the true tyranny of his former companion, they probably would not agree with the scientist after experiencing his behavior. for themselves, there was still hope!
"The most intelligent and gentleman you have ever met?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow. "With all due respect Dalton, we know Wilson and he is a cane ..." The pyromaniac cannot finish talking, Maxwell had put his hand over his mouth.
"Shh ..." Only that came out of Maxwell's mouth, while Willow tried to pull the magician's hand away.
"How rude, Maxwell." He rebuked Dalton, however, his tone was gentle. "This is not how a lady should be treated."
"If you only knew how inconvenient it can be at times." Maxwell replied, he could not allow Willow to spoil his plan.
"But let her speak!" Dalton insisted. "It looked like something important!"
"Ah, but it wasn't, I guarantee you." Maxwell said, as he raised his eyebrows discreetly at Willow, as if he were trying to communicate to her to follow the magician's plan.
"Well, continuing." Said Dalton. "As we embarked in the United States, we started looking for information about Wilson's whereabouts, but none of those we interrogated gave us satisfactory answers, he was like a ghost in the country, we started traveling from state to state looking for our friend while we put ads on the walls , so that they would contact us if he was spotted, but he was just nowhere to be found. "
"However, on this very day, we received a call, someone would have spotted Wilson several times entering and leaving a wooden cabin in the mountains, far from the big city. We asked for the coordinates and took notes, then we started our journey, and when we got there, we called Wilson suddenly, but there was no answer, but Newton discovered that the door was open, so we entered the cabin, but there was no one at home, we called Wilson by name as we went up the stairs to the third floor, and we were surprised to see a giant machine.
Oh, that machine.
"At first." Said Newton. "We were happy, Wilson had not given up his desire to be a great scientist and inventor, and when I noticed that there was a lever attached to that invention, I couldn't resist the temptation and curiosity manifested, the machine let out some sounds and its mechanisms have been activated, and then ... the only thing I can remember is hearing Dalton's scream, and seeing something grabbing me by the trunk and pulling me down, before I lose consciousness.
Now it was explained how they got here.
So they ended up here? "Maxwell asked, his hand on his chin and a thoughtful expression.
"Yes." Dalton replied, placing his hands on his hips. "And now that I think about it, your face is a lot like the machine." The scientist narrowed his eyes, he was clearly suspicious. "You wouldn't have anything to do with it, would you?"
"What?" Said Maxwell, pretending an indignant tone of voice. "I have nothing to do with this, my dear, we are all stuck here, each with their own reasons."
"Forgive me, mate." Dalton's tone softened a little. "But as a scientist, I must remain skeptical until I find satisfactory evidence that proves your innocence. I have a good perception, that machine looked like your face. I am not accusing you, but I cannot deny the possibility that you are the guilty of my friend's disappearance. "
"... Okay, I can't blame you, you can't trust anyone, can you?" The magician said, however much he wanted to deny it, it was more than Dalton's right to suspect him, since he didn't even know him well, so he just decided to let it go.
"I must congratulate you, for being able to remain skeptical about certain things ..." said a voice, known to everyone present. Dalton and Newton opened their eyes wide when they saw the figure.
There he was, the illustrious, Wilson Percival Higgsbury.
It was just talking about him ... The magician thought, but of course he would appear, it is clear that the tyrant would come to check, it is as if just saying his name was already a summons, it was enough to say and Wilson would appear.
"Wilson!" Dalton and Newton screamed simultaneously, and ran towards the third scientist, who just raised his hand.
"Stop." He said. "This is no time for that."
"Since when are you here?" Maxwell asked.
"Long time ago." Wilson replied smiling, smugly. "And now it's my turn to speak!"
"Answering your question, Dalton, yes, he is to blame for all this!" Said the tyrant, looking at his best friend. "He tricked me, he made me build that stupid machine! And then, damn dark arms dragged me into this world as they did you two! And he cheated, almost everyone present, only a few did not fall into his clutches, but fell into the clutches of his assistant, Charlie, the current ruler of this world. We must all blame these two because of the misfortune we have encountered! "
And it is clear that the tyrant would end any vestige of trust that the two new survivors had with the magician, that was to be expected. Maxwell has no way of refuting it, since everything he said was technically true, and the others would probably confirm all of that.
"That's true?" Dalton asked, turning to look at Maxwell.
The magician just sighed. "Yes it's true."
"Well, there is no more reason to be skeptical about this, then." Dalton commented, his tone showing that he was starting to get angry.
"So, what now?" Newton asked. "How do we get home?"
"We will work on this." Wilson answered simply.
"Well, know Dalton." Said Willow approaching the scientist. "That Wilson is no saint! He is a cruel and merciless tyrant, he is a real scoundrel!" The pyromaniac screamed while giving this speech, she was outraged at the way Wilson had treated everyone lately.
"What?" The scientist with suspenders widened his eyes, just like Newton, Wilson just kept a stern look on his face. "That's impossible! Wilson is the most courteous man I know!" Dalton protested.
"So you don't know him anymore!" Willow continued, but the two did not seem to be going with this conversation, it was not possible that their best friend from years and years of friendship had become someone like that.
"He's a rascal and a bully!" Willow added.
Wilson smiled shamelessly. "You forgot that I am also a scoundrel, cynical, shameless, wretch,sycophant."
"Anything else?" The tyrant questioned, looking at Willow as if he expected more insults, but it seems that the pyromaniac had exhausted her curses.
"I know I did horrible things, Higgsbury." Maxwell commented. "But that is not justified as an atrocity that you do."
"I fought, cursed, contradicted, disrespected, stole and killed, I admit." Wilson answers. "But being cold in this world is necessary for your own solutions, I will not hesitate to leave you all broken and cracked to survive, if I am, the world you created forced me to be. I have been in this hell for years of my life, and you will spend years of your miserable lives with me if you don't work together! "
"Into the silence of the deepest level of the deepest of hell you added me!" Wilson commented, his tone becoming darker and darker. "And I will never forget this."
"Over the years, at Constant." Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "I noticed, you were beginning to take sadistic pleasure in dismantling as creatures of the world, both dangerous monsters and weak and pathetic creatures. I've seen you kill and disembowel, Mr. Higgsbury, your cruel habits are not new! "
"I do only what is necessary for certain." Wilson continued, maintaining the same serious expression and tone of voice. "Even if that necessary to cruel."
"Wait ..." Dalton's eyes widened, his tone was shaky. "Wilson, did you really do these things?"
Wilson just looked at Dalton, not with a threatening look, just apathetic, he had no remorse for what he had done. He just nodded his head positively.
"But don't worry, Dalton, you and Newton, as my friends, will be exempt from the punishments I will apply." The tyrant commented. "As for the rest of you, if you want to continue to have your heads attached to your necks, follow my orders, or else ..." The scientist scraped his glass cutter around his neck, bleeding open.
"Tsc ..." Maxwell just clenches his fists, clearly frustrated by the situation. It was unfair for the two to get away with the tyrant's harsh punishments while the others suffered, but Maxwell couldn't do anything for now, if not ... Well, Wilson has already shown what would happen to him.
Dalton was still discredited, as was Newton. They could not believe that their friend they thought they knew so well had become someone like that.
"Ahh, Maxwell ..." Wilson smiled smugly. "I love it when you do these expressions, they demonstrate how subtle you can't be! What is it, Maxwell ...?" The smile was growing and becoming something psychopathic. "Are you going to try to stop me? Are you going to try to kill me?"
"Are you trying to kill yourself? Besides being a murderer, have you become a masochist?" Shouted Dalton, horrified.
"This is nothing, Dalton!" Wilson replied, his face contorted to turn into his usual scowl. "I usually scratch my back with sharp things too!"
"What?" Dalton could not understand, his friend seemed less and less healthy every moment that conversation took place. "Wilson ... what happened to you?"
"He's gone crazy, Dalton." Willow replied bitterly. "My condolences."
"How did this happen...?" Dalton wondered. "Is this place so horrible ?!"
"Ah, you have no idea." Wilson replied, still serious. "If you're going to blame someone, blame the stupid little magician over there." The scientist pointed to Maxwell, who was surprised to be blamed once again for everything. "He who brought me here."
The fumbler just sighed. He just didn't know what to think, and he picked up a rock and started throwing it high, and then threw it nearby. He was frustrated.
Dalton paled when he heard a bestial scream coming soon after, he screamed in despair when he saw that a giant spider was approaching.
"My good God!" He screamed, falling to the floor again.
"It's a Spider Queen!" Cried Wilson.
"Why are they so big?" Dalton shouted, desperate.
Dalton starts to move away, crawling quickly to a safe distance, unlike Wilson, who was approaching the beast slowly while snapping his fingers, as if he was not afraid at all.
"Wilson, get out of there!" Newton shouted "This thing is going to kill you!"
Hearing this, the scientist starts to laugh. At first, a low laugh, but it soon escalates to a manic laugh. Everyone stares at him while he laughs for a few moments, until he stops and takes on the serious expression from before. "Quite the contrary, Newton ..." Wilson quickly pulls out his Glass Cutter, spinning it for a second, as if showing off, and then points it directly at Spider Queen. "I'm going to kill this thing."
The creature screamed, and a broken smile appeared on the scientist's face, he was loving it. "Oh yes?" The smile only increased when he saw other spiders approaching, following his queen.
Wilson simply stuck his Glass Cutter first in one of the creature's eyes, making it roar again, while some spiders concentrated on biting the scientist's body, making it bleed, but he just smiled and stayed calm!
"Tasty!" He screamed, while he had removed his weapon from the monster's eye, and cut off one of his paws.
Dalton and Newton were horrified by the scene, Wilson was being bitten by thousands of spiders, and he just didn't care, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, if it were them, they would be squeaking and running from side to side until the death.
The survivors were unable to continue watching the tyrant's fight with the monster, because other spiders were coming towards them! Dalton and Newton floundered and ran back and forth.
"Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?" Dalton screamed desperately, looking from side to side, while some spiders continued to follow him. Finally, the clumsy man managed to find an ax.
"It will have to do!" Shouted Dalton, taking the gun. "Get ready spiders!" He shouted, raising the ax upwards. "What scientific discoveries can I make when I dissect them?"
And then, the ax simply broke and fell to the ground, starting to catch fire, causing even the spiders to widen their eyes at the sound of crickets.
Everyone was still desperately trying to defend themselves from monsters with their axes, but it was like a storm of spiders, the more they killed, the more they appeared.
"Mighty Wolfgang cannot handle crowds!" The strong man screamed, he was surrounded by spiders.
"Somebody please help me!" Screamed Newton, he was trying to defend himself against monsters using a stick. "These creatures are crowding! We are going to die!" He shouted, desperate.
"Finally." Said Wendy, in a somber tone, while smiling at the possibility.
As more spiders were defeated, more appeared, it was as if it were an infinite source of monsters made just to torture the poor survivors.
On the other side of the battlefield, Wilson was destroying the spider queen, as if he were just an ordinary monster like any other, he already had several paws of her as if divided from bread, had no difficulty in fighting that beast.
"My God! Where did it go?" Screamed Dalton, running in despair, the clumsy widened his eyes and shouted excitedly when he saw something thrown among the bushes ...
Meanwhile, Willow and Maxwell were trapped, while the spiders kept going and kept crowding, and they were already tired of fighting.
"Hey! Stupid spiders!" Everything stopped, when they heard Dalton scream, in his hand, he held something strange, it looked like it was a kind of syringe.
"I want you to know one of my most notorious inventions! I call him Sweetie!" Said Dalton, aim the stranger towards a spider. "See what he can do!"
Then, a lightning bolt was fired and hit the spider, which became like a black drizzle of dust.
And with that, the battle quickly ended, the spiders that did not escape were completely destroyed by Wilson and his Glass Cutter along with Dalton and his new invention.
"We did it!" Dalton shouted, excited and proud.
"I can't believe we were still alive!" Newton said breathlessly, while panting against a tree. "Does this kind of thing always happen here?"
"Yes, and it is more common than it looks." Wilson replied smiling. "But tell me Dalton, how does this machine work?"
"Well, it may seem somewhat strange, but what powers this machine has not yet been cataloged in the periodic table, and may not exist on our planet!" Dalton replies, smiling excitedly. "It came from space, Wilson!" Dalton replied, smiling widely.
"Wait ... From space ?!" Asked the scientist, clearly being interested, it seemed that the only thing Wilson still had sanity for was science.
"Yes!" Dalton replied, getting more and more excited. "On June 30, 1908, in the year I was taking a trip through Siberia, I discovered this material while I was walking by the Podkamennaya Tunguska river, I was distracted, however, my poor ears suffered from the noise of a great explosion, and before I knew it, I was thrown for meters of height and distance, and in the meantime, I could see several trees colliding on the ground, as soon as I landed, I couldn't get up, an earthquake had occurred. " Dalton explained all this by moving his arms from side to side, he was perplexed just to remember what had happened.
"So, that I raised my head ..." Dalton continued. "I saw burning branches, trees insisted on falling, there was lightning and thunder! The strong wind insisted on whipping me again, but I clung to a rock, I didn't want to be dragged again!" The scientist opened his eyes wide, it seemed that even he didn't believe it had happened. "When the situation seemed to stabilize, I decided to run towards the impact site, I must say it was quite distant, but my desire to find out what had caused such chaos, made me run like I had never run in my life! I was still watching the fires formed by the catastrophe, the trees were ruined! And the thunder and flashes kept happening. "
"She was." Dalton commented, looking at his invention. "At the impact point, where a gigantic black cloud had formed, from which flames came out, a yellowish element, with a solid appearance like a crystal, and incredibly luminous! It was attached to a small meteorite!"
"Fascinating!" Wilson said, looking quite interested and focused, he didn't even look like the insane man who was tearing up creatures a few moments ago. "So you used this element to power this invention, which is why it is so powerful ..."
"Exactly!" Dalton replied, excited to talk about his invention. "It seems that this one time I was lucky, if I hadn't been in the right place at the right time, I wouldn't have found this little beauty ..."
"But ... Did you name it?" Wilson asked, curious. "For an element, since you technically discovered it, right?"
"I named it Radiantium, because of its most peculiar characteristics." Dalton replied, smiling.
"Radiantium, is it ...?" The tyrant said, with his hand on his chin. "It's a good name!"
While the two talked, the other survivors watched from afar, impressed, since Wilson looked like a completely different person while talking to Dalton, he seemed much healthier when talking about anything related to science, especially when the person he spoke to was a longtime friend of the scientist.
"I couldn't approach this mysterious element in any way, to make sure it wasn't something deadly, I looked for a tree branch and threw it towards the stone ..." said Dalton. "It may seem like an idiotic attitude, but if I didn't do this experiment, I don't know what could have happened to me! The branch just turned to dust! "
"So that explains what happened to the spider ..." Wilson said, looking at the remains of the monster that was completely destroyed by Dalton's invention, the spider was just a mound of dust now.
"Seeing the discovery I had made, I knew I would need to protect it and keep it confidential, so picking up the little meteorite, and being careful not to touch the mysterious element, I ran out of there and hid my discovery among the destroyed trees , a few kilometers from the impact zone, and then, seeing a set of houses on the horizon, I quickly approached when I noticed the presence of tools, including a majestic shovel! Although I felt unhappy about stealing it, I needed to protect my discovery So I returned to the impact site and started to plug the hole, so that a mystery was created around the phenomenon, and that no one would ever suspect that I had picked up the person responsible for it. "
"Got it ..." Wilson said thoughtfully. "This is really a great discovery, we can revolutionize science with this!" The scientist seemed very excited, it really was a great discovery, besides that it would help a lot in the survival in Constant, seeing the results that the spider had suffered in the previous shot.
"Moving on." Said Dalton. "Upon recovering my discovery, I was quick to hide it in my travel chest, and so that I could have peace of mind to study the element, I returned to England a few days ahead of schedule, and as soon as I got home, I started immediately studying the mysterious luminous crystal, and I made incredible discoveries! I discovered that when motivated, the crystal can release a luminous ray as lethal as that of gamma rays! "
"And it can destroy anything!" Dalton added. "Literally, anything! Like for example ..." the clumsy scientist then shot towards a rock, which simply turned to dust.
Maxwell, noticing the great destructive power of Dalton's invention, put a wicked-looking smile on his face, if he put his hands on that weapon, it would be unbeatable, and not only that, but it could also defeat the tyrant. However a plan would be necessary, Dalton would not deliver his invention in any way, and if he stole it, he would have to justify the reason.
Patience, Maxwell.
Wilson's face, then to Dalton's surprise, contorted, and it returned to the same frown that everyone was unfortunately used to seeing. "Very impressive ..." He commented, in a monotonous and disinterested-looking voice. "It might be useful for something that I'm planning."
"Uh ... What are you planning, exactly?" Dalton was a little concerned, this drastic change in his friend's expression couldn't be a good thing, especially after discovering what he had already done during his stay at Constant ...
"We will solve it right now." Wilson replied. "You and Newton will come with me! And the rest of you ..." The tyrant shouted as he turned to face the other survivors. "Don't just stand there! Go do what you have to do! Move, useless!"
Newton immediately started to follow his brother, Dalton's countenance fell wistfully and sighed, he kept looking at the poor men and women struggling to survive at Constant.
"I..I ..." Dalton couldn't speak, he didn't want to go, but he wanted to apologize because he had to go.
"Dalton!" Screamed Wilson, whipping everyone's ear. "When we're done, you can convince Woodie to shave that filthy beard, you can braid Willow's hair and make him scream with happiness when he realizes he's on fire, you can convince Maxwell to regret having done the witches of the devout with his primitive mythology, and you can even woo Winona, but now, come with me! "
"M-But ..." Dalton tried to protest, but Wilson's expression and tone of voice were too intimidating to allow any speech, and before he could think of anything, the poor clumsy scientist was already being pulled by his old friend, along with Newton.
"Come on, let's go!" Said the tyrant, clearly without patience.
"Excuse!" Shouted Dalton, looking at the survivors as he was dragged.
All the survivors sighed when they saw Dalton being dragged and Newton following Wilson, there was nothing left to do but accept.
"That's right, let's get this clowning over with." Said Willow, picking up his ax. "We will follow the orders of the dribble!"
"It looks like we have no choice ..." Maxwell was certainly not happy to return to obeying the tyrant, but he had no choice, at least not yet.
With nothing left to do, all the survivors did the same, dedicating hours, sweat and blood, to fulfill the tyrant's demands.
"Did you like the installation?" Wilson asked, smiling superbly.
"Wilson, this place is incredible!" Dalton commented, his eyes wide, as the trio walked down the immense corridor, full of doors, and with beautiful lighting.
"What did you expect, my dear Dalton?" Wilson's face contorted and the happy face instantly turned into a frown. "And you wanted to be with those idiots ..."
Newton was perplexed, he could not believe that his brother had created something so well hidden and protected.
Dalton, noticed an isolated door in a corner of the wall, he couldn't resist his curiosity and decided to open the door to spy what was inside, Wilson was on his back, he certainly wouldn't notice ...
"Dalton!" Wilson screamed, hurting the clumsy man's ears again. "You can't go in there ..." He said, in a somber tone.
"Sorry ..." Dalton asked for forgiveness, as he cringed.
"Come on, we have no time to waste." Said Wilson, turning on his back again.
And then the trio continued down the long corridor, until they reached a large door with some numbers on a panel attached to the wall. "Keep your face against the door." Said Wilson.
"Because?" Newton asked, with a confused look.
"Stay right there." Wilson replied in a flat voice.
Dalton and Newton looked at each other and then sighed, and resolved to obey their friend, to avoid further stress.
Keeping an eye on his friends, Wilson began to press the numbers. "Don't tell anyone what will come here before the appropriate time, or else, I'll kill you ..."
Dalton and Newton shuddered, they didn't know if Wilson was really going to kill them or just be so enraged that he wanted to kill them. Or maybe it was just a silly threat, I couldn't tell ...
And then the door opened, and then Dalton and Newton opened their eyes wide to see what was behind.
It was magnificent.
"Gentlemen, let's do science ..." said Wilson, smiling superbly again.
It was already getting dark, the survivors had to run back to the shelter if they did not want to die in the clutches of darkness, since Wilson did not allow them to create torches. When they saw their fortified house, they slowed down, they were safe.
Willow and Winona, who were after everyone, were talking to each other, silently.
"Hey Winona, I think Dalton likes you ..." said Willow, looking at his surviving companion.
"You think?" Asked the worker, looking at the pyromaniac.
"Do I think so? Speaks seriously! Didn't you see all the pose he did to talk to you? " Willow rolled his eyes.
"Nah, he was just being nice, wasn't he?" Winona questioned, she still didn't believe Willow's words.
"Even that asshole commented on this, he talked about Dalton being able to court you later ..." Willow replied, with a frown on his face.
"Well, he also talked about him braiding his hair." Winona replied.
Willow pauses for a moment, having been taken aback by the mechanics' speech. "But is different!" She says, ending this little silence. "He seemed to fall for you!"
"And you seem to fall for him!" Argued Winona, making Willow's eyes widen, and when she was about to answer something, Winona cut her off, saying:
"You are undoubtedly amazed by his incredible ability to create fire from literally anything just by being clumsy, I think you would be very excited about the idea of him braiding your hair and they start to catch fire."
Willow thinks for a moment, she was really interested in Dalton's "skills", but no, it wasn't that, definitely not! "C-Of course not!" Said the pyromaniac, a little nervous. "I just found it a little impressive, that's all! Nothing else!"
"Well, if you have a crush on him and his disaster ability, I don't care." Winona commented, rolling her eyes. "I'm not interested." And then she started walking faster, moving away from Willow.
And then, all the survivors arrived at the refuge door, the doors were locked from the inside.
"That's great ..." commented Maxwell, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Now we will have to wait for it to open!
And then, there was a "click!" and the doors were opened by Newton, the tyrant's brother.
"Wilson is waiting for you inside." He said.
With nothing to answer, all the survivors simply headed for the entrance to the big, strong house, while Newton locked the door again.
And as soon as everyone entered, everyone was amazed ...
Dalton was waiting for all the survivors at the foot of the stairs, and up there ...
There he was, Wilson Percival Higgsbury, the tyrant scientist, sitting like a king on a great stone throne, sculpted perfectly for him, the tips that were on top of the throne perfectly matched his spiky hair, which worked as his crown.
"Everyone kneel before your sovereign." Said Wilson, with a big, proud smile on his face.
"...What?" Maxwell questioned, it was not exactly surprising, since the scientist's ego was always inflated like a balloon, and it was not new that he was a tyrant, however, he did not expect that Wilson would take the title in such a literal way.
"Are you deaf, peasant?" Wilson questioned mockingly. "I told you to kneel."
"What if we don't want to?" Willow asked, in a defiant tone. "What are you going to do, huh?"
Wilson's smile only widened, and he lifted his Glass Cutter upwards, symbolizing what would happen if they didn't obey.
"Kneel down." Wilson repeated.
There was nothing left to do but obey, although grudgingly, everyone knelt.
"Ah, this is much better." Wilson said, smiling. "Now, maniac, and silly magician, go up the stairs and come to me."
Without the strength to protest and disobey, the two simply got up and went up the stairs to the top, which divided into two other individual stairs, which took the survivors to their rooms, the place where Wilson's throne was.
"Get closer." Said Wilson. "I need someone to shake me and to massage my feet."
"Never!" Willow exclaimed, facing the fear he had to oppose the tyrant's orders, but before she can finish speaking, Maxwell nudges her with his elbow, as if to tell her not to continue.
Maxwell knew very well that no one had any desire to follow Wilson's stupid orders, nor did he want to, but refusing would only result in death, and Maxwell could not die until he carried out his plan and brought down the tyrant, so for now follow such orders.
"You, Maxwell, will shake me with this!" Said Wilson, handing a palm leaf to the magician, who growled in disgust.
"And you, Willow." The tyrant's smile widened. "I need delicate hands to massage my feet."
The scientist then removed his shoes, Willow stepped back to see the horrible state that the scientist's feet were in, the nails were in perfect condition, but the foot itself was ruined, full of wounds and scars, bruises and the like. This was in the habit of allowing the monsters to attack, scratch, bite him without caring for any protection, and he also seemed to have a morbid pleasure in stepping on sharp spines.
His body would certainly be completely destroyed.
"Come on, I'm waiting!" Wilson said, smiling.
Reluctantly, the two follow the tyrant's orders, Maxwell felt sorry for Willow for having to do this torture, however, he knew there was no way to prevent or change places with her, Wilson would not allow it.
"Everyone salute the king." Said Wilson, looking at the other survivors, who remained discredited with the vision they were seeing. The smile on the tyrant's face grew steadily, and he was clearly manic.
"Everyone salute me."
