"Wake up!" All the survivors opened their eyes, and stood up, their calm, panting. The tyrant's shout had been louder than usual.
"Bring these miserable carcasses out of your quarters!" He screamed again, he seemed to be more angry than ever.
All the survivors get up, leave their quarters, and go down the stairs to the stairwell, where the tyrant's throne rested, and he stared menacingly, while Dalton and Newton waited, standing, for their new colleagues to arrive.
Dalton was looking down, noticing that they were coming, raised his head and smiled while waving. "Hello"
"Silence." Wilson said in a quiet, cold voice.
"Hey, be nice to him." Willow said bitterly. "I know you don't like us, but he is your friend! You should at least respect him!"
"I respect him." Argued Wilson. "However, there are times when I need to scold him."
"We are going on a big mission today." Said Wilson, while no one protested anything. "We are going underground to get massive amounts of jewelry. We will spend some time there ..."
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Walter asked, scratching his head.
"I am completely serious." Replied the scientist, clearly quite confident. "We have the resources for that, as well as plenty of time."
"Therefore, I say that we must separate, being completely alone in the search." Maxwell argued, if the exploration mission was individual for each one, each survivor could be temporarily absent from the tyrant's presence, besides, the magician would have plenty of time to come up with a plan to bring Wilson down from his throne, both symbolically and literally. . "Thus, we will reach a larger area."
"No." Wilson replied promptly, rising from his throne.
"I will not let any of you go alone! You will come with me!" Said the tyrant, crossing his arms.
"Tsc ..." And once again, Maxwell's plans are blocked by the tyrant. It was to be expected, after all, Wilson knew very well the intentions of the magician due to past events.
"Collect the materials!" Said Wilson, pointing to the chests, which were on the first floor. "Take everything! We'll be out for a long time! And if you lose a measly branch, you will lose a vital organ!"
And then, the survivors left for the chests, collecting all the contents for their backpacks and containers. In this daily work routine, the survivors had collected a large amount of materials from Constant, they would certainly need a huge amount of resources like this for the upcoming trip, and thanks to their efforts, they had what they needed.
"Hey, maybe there is no need to use so much material." Newton commented, approaching his brother. "Considering that Dalton can create fire from literally any substance just by being clumsy, and that Willow always comes up with the most unexpected ways to make a fire ..."
"It might work, but I don't want to take any chances." Wilson replied. "It's a simple equation: Dalton + Willow: Hell of flames released over Constant."
"Besides, this place is treacherous." The scientist continued. "We don't know if we're going to need some extra resources to guarantee our survival, do we? That's why it's better to guarantee it."
"And I'm not that clumsy!" Dalton commented, rubbing one hand over the other.
And then the poor bastard screamed, seeing that his hands were on fire. "It doesn't even make sense!"
Dalton then started running from side to side, his hands on fire, while screaming desperately. "It burns!"
"Dalton, stop running!" Screamed Wilson. "You will end up setting the base on fire."
Dalton's suffering did not stop until Newton brought him a bucket of water, which he used to extinguish the senseless flames that were frying his hands. "Maybe I underestimated my bad luck ..." said Dalton.
"Why do I fire or break everything I touch?" Dalton asked, putting his hand in his hair. "There must be some scientific explanation for this, maybe some anomaly in the universe ..."
"I was here, remembering that once, Dalton declared himself to a girl using the periodic table." Newton said, smiling. "He used only the classification numbers of the elements, when he finally explained the situation to her, she burst out laughing and called him a nerd."
"Wow, Dalton, you really are a nerd." Willow commented, laughing.
"It wasn't funny!" Protested Dalton. "I spent days writing that letter!"
"And that DESTROYED my heart!" Dalton continued.
"Well, even with all that ... I miss that time." Dalton says, even with all the bad times, he still missed those times.
"Enough to remember!" Screamed Wilson. "We will!"
And then everyone started to follow the tyrant to the exit of the refuge, all the survivors took a deep breath, it was going to be a long journey to go underground, to look for jewelry.
"So, Wilson, are we seriously looking for jewelry?" Dalton asked excitedly.
"And have I bluffed, ever?" Wilson questioned angrily. "This is a stupid question."
"Well ..." Dalton coughed a little, embarrassed. "Why so many jewels? Do you want to give them to a kind woman?
Wilson's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and then narrowed, while a threatening frown formed on his face. "Women… don't… die… ." He said that, looking directly at his friend.
"... O-Ok ...?" Dalton said, completely frightened and without reaction. Wilson's mood had worsened dramatically in just a few words, Dalton should definitely remember to avoid this topic in conversations with the scientist.
"Can I have at least one jewel?" Dalton asked, in such a low tone, as if he didn't even want Wilson to listen.
"I just told you, women don't deserve jewelry ..." Wilson's tone worsened.
"I just wanted to study them!" Dalton protested, desperately.
The scientist just sighed. "Don't try to deceive me, Dalton, I know you already have a lot of knowledge about jewelry, you just want to court someone ..."
"I ... I ... I ..." Dalton stammered, he was very nervous. "I DON'T WANT TO COURT ANYONE!" Dalton's protest, while stuttering, he was desperate and ashamed.
"Dalton, Dalton, Dalton ..." The tyrant approached his longtime friend. "No woman deserves a single jewel, especially the survivors of Constant ...".
"I disagree!" Dalton says, confronting the intimidation that Wilson emitted in his eyes, he could not remain silent while the scientist said something so rude. "You shouldn't say something like that, Wilson!"
"Why? It's the truth." The tyrant continues, without even changing his expression. He seemed quite convinced.
"No, it is not!" Protested Dalton. "Look at them, Wilson! That alone is enough! They survived this hell for God knows how long, just like you did!"
"They only survived because of me!" Wilson protested. "Without me, they and everyone else would die constantly!"
"They also have their merit!" Dalton replied. "I'm sure they are capable of doing amazing things on their own! I believe in female power, Wilson ... ".
Wilson then started to laugh. "Ah, you already proved to me that you want to court someone." The smile just got bigger. "You are defending women because you want to defend the woman you are in love with, and so, making her arouse an interest in you. Typical, Dalton."
"N-I'm not doing any of this!" Dalton said, stammering, he was certainly embarrassed, since, in part, Wilson was right, but he wasn't just doing it to impress someone, he really thought the scientist's thinking was wrong, and he was willing to go head-to-head with he. "I stand for what I think is right! And besides, you're not the only one who works hard here! They survived on their own, too!" He continued, speaking quickly in a sudden moment of courage.
"If you prefer to think like that ..." Wilson smirked, and turned.
Dalton just sighed, and slowly started to follow Wilson, as did the rest of the group.
Wickerbottom slowly approached the clumsy scientist, and stroked him on the back. "Young man ..." She said in a low voice, sweet and sweet. "I really liked your gesture, you are a gentleman."
"I just think that women should be respected." Dalton argued, he was so confused by the heat of the speech, he didn't know whether he was talking too loud or too low.
"So, tell me, who are you in love with? Is it Winona?" Wickerbottom asked.
"NO!" Dalton accidentally shouted, desperate to hear the question from the librarian. "I mean ..." He coughed, embarrassed that he had screamed so loudly. "No, I'm not trying to court anyone."
"Well, if that's what it says ..." Said the librarian, she could see Dalton's nervousness, it wasn't too hard to assume that he was straying from the truth, however, he decided to let it go, since the young man didn't seem much comfortable talking about it.
"And I am sorry for the argument you and your friend had, my dear." Wickerbottom continued.
"Oh, don't worry about it." Dalton replied, smiling. "This was nothing! Usually, our discussions tend to be much more intense, especially when it comes to religion and science ..."
"Because I think it's embarrassing, Dalton ..." said Wilson, narrowing his eyes. "That despite the fact that science and man have evolved so much, many brilliant scientists, like you, and mediocre people, like the rest of the surviving rabble that accompanied us, continue to embrace the supernatural, religion and mysticism."
"And here we go again ..." said Dalton, already used to this same discussion as always, they used to debate a lot about these subjects in the past, so it was basically routine.
"Dalton, please ..." said Wilson, turning to look at his friend. "Someone with an intellect as small as Maxwell's, believing in gods, ghosts, demons, is acceptable!" The scientist said, with scorn. "But do you, with such a brilliant and evolved mind, still believe in these primitive mythologies?"
"Everyone has their own beliefs, Wilson ..." Dalton said. "Beliefs are not a reason to devalue someone!"
"Gods are illusions, there is no god ..." said Wilson, completely ignoring Dalton's argument. "Gods were created to support the idea of the importance of humanity and the life of human beings, which is practically irrelevant ...".
"Just as love is an acronym for the desire that humans have to mate!" Wilson replied, smiling widely.
The tyrant then smiled at his clumsy friend, and then Dalton's eyes widened when he realized that Wilson was implying.
"What an outrage!" He shouted, enraged.
"If it's any consolation, you're not living proof of this." Said the tyrant, smiling. "It's the stupid magician over there ..."
Maxwell's eyes widened, in shock, he did not believe what he had heard. Then he narrowed his eyes, which burned with burning flames, his teeth gritted slowly, while his fists closed, in a state of pure fury.
"Look! He never really fell in love or loved Charlie, he probably only chose her to be his stage assistant because she was the most attractive woman he had ever interviewed, and hopefully, he could take her to bed. his magic ... ". Wilson then smiled insanely and burst out laughing, with screaming scorn.
Oh no, Maxwell was not going to accept that quietly. He was getting more and more furious. "What did you say?" He said, approaching Wilson, he was letting anger take over his actions, after holding on to his anger for so long he was already at his limit.
"Am I wrong, Maxwell?" Asks the tyrant, in a clearly sarcastic voice, mocking. "What are you going to do? Are you going to let your anger take over ?!"
Maxwell was staring at Wilson intently, the fire in his eye had increased, his teeth gritted constantly now.
"Admit it, Maxwell ..." Wilson's face took on a demented expression. "You don't love her, you don't care about her, the only thing you feel is the drawing of doing magic with her ..." Said the tyrant, making quotation marks when he uttered the word "magic."
"Tsc ... You don't know anything, you ...!" Maxwell was about to go after the scientist without even thinking twice, but he holds on for a moment, taking a deep breath. It wouldn't do any good to do that, he couldn't be controlled by his anger, it would only result in the worst for him for everyone. "Wilson, if you're trying to provoke me, know that you won't get very far." He said, almost literally holding his wrath in his closed fists.
"Oh yes?" Wilson raised an eyebrow as his smile grew ...
"You just proved to me that I can go much further ..." And the smile continued to smile. "Don't worry Maxwell, if you are nice and obey me, you and Charlie will be back in the normal world, and then you can continue with the illusion of feeling ..."
"Tsc ..." Maxwell tries everything to ignore the tyrant's provocation, he couldn't let the scientist's words affect his mind. "Just go, we're wasting time." Says the magician, then turning his back on Wilson and walking away, he didn't want to hear another peep.
"I agree." Wilson said, smiling.
And then, the survivors continued to follow their tyrannical leader for hours, until they finally arrived.
"Here we are ..." said Wilson, smiling widely. "In front of Constant's biggest hole, until then."
The hole was really huge, they usually used to be so small that barely one person could get down, but this one, everyone would have a big space at will.
"Is it too deep?" Questioned Dalton, he had a phobia of dark, tight places.
"Quite." Said Wilson. "Watch!" And then the scientist pushed Maxwell down the hole, which fell screaming.
It took a moment for the survivors to realize what had happened, and when they sued, everyone soon despaired. "What did you do ?! Are you crazy ?!" Said Dalton, running to the scientist, startled.
"I was just showing you how deep it is, but relax, if he's lucky, he won't die ..." said Wilson, smiling widely.
"How so lucky ?!" Dalton went on, approaching the hole to check if he saw anything, receiving the answer in the form of a complete pitch, it was really very deep. "Are you crazy, Wilson ?! He's going to crash completely with this fall!"
"Well, let's find out if it crashed ... it may have fallen on one of the thorns!" Said Wilson, walking towards some stones that were there
The tyrant tied the rope to the stones several times, and then again he went towards the hole and threw it there.
"Who wants to go first?" Wilson asked, smiling.
Everyone is silent, too scared to go down.
"Well, since you're going to act like scared little girls, I'll be going ..." said Wilson, walking on his back, until he leaned on the edge of the hole, and fell while laughing maniacally.
"Stone crazy, as always!" Willow said, shortly after the tyrant jumped into the seemingly endless chasm.
Dalton was wide-eyed and open-mouthed, he couldn't believe his friend had done this.
"Damn it! He's a suicide!" Screamed Dalton, he immediately started building a torch, and with his comical skill, the torch was already burning before it was even created.
"Come on, we're going to have to chase my lunatic friend!" Shouted Dalton, jumping on the rope and descending quickly.
"I'm not in the mood." Woodie argued embarrassed, he had a smile on his face, trying to hide his fear of going down that seemingly endless chasm.
"Come on!" Shouted Wickerbottom, pulling the woodcutter's ear.
And then they went down the chasm, it took a long time, the hole was really deep, and everyone was desperate about Dalton or Maxwell being dead.
But everyone expected the tyrant to have died in the fall. Well, minus Newton.
Unfortunately, that was not what had happened, Wilson and Dalton alive and well, as well as Maxwell, however, the magician was passed out on the ground due to the long. And the two scientist friends were arguing.
"Now, now, now ... they arrived! See?" The tyrant pointed at Maxwell. "He's alive and well."
It was surprising, the magician had somehow survived. It seems that his luck completely contracted Dalton's bad luck, since Maxwell's chance of crashing or falling on a thorn and being pierced was very high.
As Maxwell started to get up, Dalton began to explore the surroundings.
"This place is terrifying me!" Commented Dalton. "I hate dark places like that, I feel that at any moment something will appear to bite or scratch me ...".
"Your feeling is probably correct ..." Maxwell said, standing up with his hand on his head, although he didn't die, it had been a hard fall. "Everything in this place will try to bite you and tear you apart."
"Especially Charlie." Said Wilson.
"Uh, yes ... Charlie ..." commented Dalton, uncomfortable. "After all, what happened to her?"
"She became a bloodthirsty monster because of the idiot magician's negligence." Wilson replied, smiling widely.
"It's a complicated story, don't care what he says." Said the magician, with a serious expression.
"He used a cursed book in his magic shows, and then, one day ... Charlie and he paid a high price for this ..." Wilson continued, still smiling. "And if we're here, it's his fault, and his alone."
"So I, with all my determination, decided to defeat him, but you insist on taxing me as the villain of the story ..." Said the tyrant, moving away from the group.
"And if you irritate me, I'll throw you at the worms ..." He said, menacingly.
And again the tyrant returned with his threats. Maxwell was not even afraid of that anymore, it was routine to hear Wilson saying that he was going to leave everyone to die or, even worse, kill everyone with his own hands. "Okay, okay, let's just get to the point." Said the magician, no longer enduring to waste time with the tyrant.
"But why do we need to look for jewelry underground?" Winona asked. "We can extract from the surface stones, genius!"
"For your information, my ignorant friend." Wilson said impatiently. "I need an abundant variety of jewelry for what I'm planning, and some only the underground can offer us." The tyrant then turned to the survivor. "Try to fix the broken gears in your brain, mechanics!"
Ah, but you ...! "Winona was about to say something, but she decides to shut up, it wouldn't happen at all." Okay, let's go get these jewels then! "
Dalton frowned at seeing such a rude man, he really would like to defend Winona, but if he tried, the tyrant would probably denounce his love interest, so he had no choice but to remain silent, but that didn't mean Dalton couldn't comfort her about this.
As the group walked through the underground, Dalton noticed a kind of plants with fluorescent fruit on the floor.
"Fascinating!" Dalton said, silently, from himself to himself, he would like to take some copies to study, and some to offer to Winona as a kind of gift.
The clumsy man picked up a few and slowly approached Winona.
"Look, Winona! I picked this up for you!" He said, with a soft smile.
"Oh thanks...?" He thanked Winona, while holding the fluorescent fruit very carefully, since the mechanics had no idea exactly what that fruit was, considering that it came from Constant, it could easily be a lethal poison or worse, but at least its colorful glow was interesting .
"I will reap more for you!" Dalton replied, smiling softly, as he turned and crouched again.
"Saw!" Willow said, approaching and whispering in Winona's ears. "I told you! He's falling for you! "
"For me, he just remains just kind. And frankly, we all deserve an act of a kind nature for enduring that incarnate Devil for so long ... ".
"I don't know, my suspicions remain ..." She said, frowning.
"And my suspicions that you're in love with him, too." Winona replied, simply.
"I'm not in love with him, I just find his skills interesting! We could make a beautiful pair! " Willow protested, smoothing his arm, timidly.
Everyone's eyes widened when they heard a shout.
"WORM!" Dalton screamed, falling to the ground, when he saw a monster rise from the earth.
All the survivors turned to the clumsy, frightened, and soon saw a great shadow covering poor Dalton, something very bad was to come.
"Run!" Dalton shouted, as he got up, the creature went down to the ground, to try to bite him, but narrowly, the clumsy managed to escape.
"It's a worm! There may be many more!" Shouted Dalton as he ran. "They act like a kind of angler fish, attract the victim with something beautiful and shiny, and then devour it!"
The survivors, while running, could hear the sound of the beasts chasing them.
"I've been waiting for this ..." commented Wilson, smiling widely, as he threw his torch on the floor and stomped on it. "Darkness, you're welcome on the show ..."
A wide manic smile formed on his face, while the pupil of his eyes became small in a psychotic expression ...
And then, the other survivors stopped running when they heard several bestial screams accompanied by a cynical laugh.
"Oh my God ..." said Wickerbottom, wide-eyed. "I feel sorry for those poor worms ..."
And then, there was silence for a few moments.
"What happened?" Dalton asked, becoming concerned. "Did they kill him?"
"Unfortunately ..." said Maxwell, frowning. "No."
The group shouted collectively when they saw the head of another worm appear in the torchlight.
"I cheated you!" Wilson said, smiling shamelessly, as he stepped into the torchlight, with a worm's head in his hand.
The magician sighs, was not impressed, it was clear that the tyrant would survive, after all, he had gone through much worse and left intact, it was not even a question at that point.
"Young man ..." Wickerbottom approached Dalton. "Despite a noble reason, you shouldn't go out and get anything you don't know."
"I am a scientist!" Dalton protested quickly. "I like to discover things for myself! I admit, it may seem like a somewhat negligent choice, but as you said, my motives were noble! I wanted to study those specimens and give Winona a gift!"
"I understand that, but in this place you should always be careful ..." said the librarian. "Here, anything can end your life, from an insect to a plant."
"Yeah, I just noticed ..." said Dalton, scratching the back of his head, timidly.
"I'm glad I saved some copies!" Dalton said, opening his hand, he still had some fruit. "Here's Winona, for you!" Said the clumsy, approaching slowly.
And then the fruit instantly spoiled, making Dalton's eyes widen as his glasses popped out of his face.
"Apparently not only do I break or burn things, I ruin them too ..."
"W-Well, what counts is the intention, isn't it?" Winona said, trying to be optimistic, but a little frightened by the young man's ability to bring disaster.
"Yes ..." replied Dalton, timidly, with a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
And then, the fruits broke in half and burned.
"I'm not even going to question it ..." said Dalton, tossing the fruit back.
Leaving aside the fruits that were now a pile of ashes, the group continued to advance, already prepared for any other threat that might be coming, although Wilson would probably end any beast that will attack the survivors.
And then, everything shook, an earthquake was taking place.
"This is good!" Wilson shouted excitedly, he remained standing while everyone else struggled to balance.
"Are you still human?" Dalton asked, perplexed. "How the hell did you manage to survive in this world for so long?"
"The answer is simple ..." said Wilson quietly. "Harden the heart ..."
"It looks more like you lost your heart!" Dalton shouted, without even thinking straight, as he fell to the ground with the tremors.
Wilson looked up and smiled. "Here comes what I was waiting for!"
And then, some red and blue jewels, along with some gold nuggets started to fall towards the ground.
"Be careful! With the speed at which they fall, the impact will be monstrous!" Wilson commented, his manic smile widening, while a large nugget hit his head.
"This place is going to kill me!" Dalton shouted, desperate.
And then, cracks formed and started to divide not only the floor, but also the survivors, who were in distant places.
"Ah, how wonderful!" Newton commented, horrified. "At least there is no way to get worse! We are already at the maximum level of how stressful a situation can be!"
And then stalactites started to fall towards the ground, one fell very close to Newton, making his eyes widen.
"In this world, Mr. Newton ..." said Maxwell, somberly. "Everything can get worse ..."
The ground began to crack more and more with the impacts, separating the survivors with the cracks. A crack forms exactly where Dalton stepped, but he narrowly stumbles, and so he manages to get away from falling directly into a huge crack, being saved by his misfortune somehow.
"I will not let any chance be missed!" Wilson commented smiling, seeing that some jewelry, nuggets and other beautiful materials would fall into the abyss.
The Tyrant then took a giant leap towards a red gem, and landed next to Dalton, who was perplexed asism like all the other survivors, Wilson was able to jump absurdly high!
He continued to jump from side to side, saving the coveted materials from the fall to the depths, and it was important to note that he did this simply and quickly, without being knocked to the ground when landing.
"How, does he do that?" Winona asked, clearly puzzled.
"You are not human!" Shouted Dalton.
The tyrant continued to collect resources just before they fell into darkness, until there was no more of his precious materials in danger, it was really impressive how he managed to collect everything with such speed and precision, without letting one fall into the abyss.
The earthquake stopped as soon as Wilson fell to the ground, important materials stopped falling, and the tyrant took the opportunity to bow, lowering his trunk down and then lifting it up, as if he were on a magic show.
"Thank you ... Thank you ... So, where are my flowers and applause?"
Even though it was an impressive performance, all Wilson receives is an impressed silence, the survivors were certainly surprised by the tyrant's abilities, despite the fact that he had already done things of a similar level before, however, they were not at all willing to applaud the scientist for your deeds.
"Ah, come on! It was cool, wasn't it?" Asks the scientist, carrying the dozens and dozens of valuable resources he had saved from certain destruction.
"I've seen and done better tricks, scientist." Maxwell said bitterly as he stood up.
"How do you take it from me and turn Charlie into a demonic monster?" Wilson asked, opening a huge smile on his face.
The scientist's stupid smile infuriated the magician, but he knew he couldn't face the tyrant. Even so, Maxwell would make sure his next trick was to make the tyrant's reign disappear, he just needed the right moment.
However, everyone's thoughts were interrupted by listening to the high-pitched scream of several spiders.
"They're Spitters and Cave Spiders ..." The tyrant scientist's smile only increased when he heard the sound of one of his favorite prey.
"I just don't like those names anymore!" Dalton said, already wondering how these beasts would end him.
The creatures roared, ran and jumped towards the survivors lying on the ground, some Spitters were content to spit web projectiles, which quickly pinned some of the survivors to the ground.
"This is my worst nightmare coming true!" Warly screamed, terrified. "I don't want to be eaten by spiders!"
Some Spitters and Cave Spiders did not hold back, they jumped towards the tyrant with violence and aggression, only for him to kill them, stuffing his Glass Cutter into their mouths and crossing his flesh. The shells of some spiders did not help them at all, as Wilson could destroy them simply by stepping on them or punching them and crushing the monsters in the process.
The tyrant laughed maniacally as he killed and disemboweled the bodies of monsters, ooze poured out of the creatures, staining the tyrant's clothes and even hitting some of the other survivors, who watched the show of horrors. Everyone was frightened by the satisfaction the tyrant felt in killing those monsters.
Wilson stepped on the creatures' paws and bodies, pierced the eyes of the monsters, hurled them at the walls and crushed them, dug their bodies into stalagmites or stalactites, making goo go down and drip, and he did extremely cruel things, not even those monsters dark people deserved that torture.
Dalton, who couldn't bear to watch those torture scenes anymore, was even getting to feel sorry for the monsters, seeing Wilson acting like that was horrible. "You are a psychopath!" The clumsy screamed.
"Swears Dalton?" Willow asked, clearly annoyed. "Did you just notice this now?"
The battle went on for a few more moments, but Wilson had finally wiped out all the monsters. The scientist was panting, he was completely satisfied with the slaughter, his body and his clothes were completely torn and blood came out of them, mixed with the slime of the spiders, in fact, a horrendous and disgusting sight ...
The tyrant helped Dalton and Newton get out of the cobwebs, however, their plans to assist the other survivors trying to get out of the webs on their own were thwarted by their two friends, who insisted they needed to help, making Wilson snort, disappointed.
"Here, a hat for you!" Said Wilson, throwing a part of a Spitter's body over Maxwell's head, causing blood to flow over the magician's face.
"Disgusting!" Said the magician, removing it instantly from his head, while the tyrant laughed, while Maxwell cleaned himself up.
"It's certainly not more disgusting than you!" Said the tyrant, pausing his laughter for a moment just to further enrage the poor magician, who for his part just listened silently, clenching his fists to contain his desire to punch the scientist.
"Have you looked at yourself?" Maxwell asked angrily.
"Stop fighting!" Shouted Dalton. "We have more important things to do, you idiots!"
Wilson just raised his hand, without even looking at his colleague, he just stared at the void that the darkness provided.
"There you are ..." said Wilson. "I waited for you for so long ..."
"Who are you talking to?" Dalton asked.
"With my enemies who are constantly present ..." Wilson was naturally insane, the terrors of the shadows were always present and alternated between physical and non-physical constantly.
However, the monsters generally avoided confrontation with the tyrant, it was practically impossible to beat him.
A Crawling Horror quickly approached the scientist, and with his gigantic mouth, bit his hand, making it bleed.
Dalton and the others were able to watch the blood coming down from the scientist's hand, but they were perplexed, due to their level of sanity, they could not see the monster ...
"How the hell did this happen?" Newton screamed.
"I'm used to it." Wilson says, and quickly raises his arm, taking the monster that was biting his hand with him, and then lowers his arm with tremendous force, crushing the monster in the ground, the same soon losing its solidity and dissipating, an event that it was only visible to the scientist, since he was the only one insane enough to interact directly with the physical form of these creatures. All the other survivors saw was a crack forming in the ground, apparently for no reason, at the site the beast was crushed by Wilson.
And then, nightmare fuel was summoned to the ground, at the exact spot where the beast had died.
"What is this?" Dalton asked, slowly approaching the mysterious substance.
"See Dalton, you can study this at will!" Wilson said, with a broken smile on his face, collecting the fuel and throwing it in his friend's hand.
The clumsy widened his eyes when he saw the black, oily substance scream and squirm in his hand, he could see eyes and a mouth on that cursed thing.
"THIS IS NOT NORMAL!" Dalton screamed and threw the substance on the floor, horrified, for the first time in his life, he had wished he had set something on fire just by touching it.
Wilson started to laugh at his friend's reaction. "I will look for more for you! This substance can also be very useful for what I am planning! " The tyrant then turned to the other terrors, raising his Glass Cutter. "You know what this means, don't you?"
The creatures roared and Wilson threw his torch away. He loved to fight in the dark ...
And the tyrant never tired of impressing his old friends with his insanity, he seemed increasingly out of his mind, he was no longer the old Wilson they knew, he could not be believed.
A Terrorbreak quickly approached Wilson, while he ran towards him, the monster jumped while opening its beak, and then fell towards the tyrant to devour him, but he quickly held it in its beak with both hands, and tore the monster in two. "Next!" The tyrant's smile only increased.
Crawling Horrors continued to approach, but were easily repelled and killed, another Terrorbreak attempted to attack the leader of the survivors, only to be propelled upwards and hit the head of the underground ceiling, the impact had been so great that it had made some stalactites fall, one hit a full one of the Crawlings Horrors.
Eyes appeared in the darkness, Them were angry to see Wilson fighting those dark monsters with such ease, they were expecting a massacre, a spectacle, there was no fun watching that, that tyrant always won the confrontations.
The scientist knew how to use all his senses very well, he knew how to locate his enemies and see his movements even in the deepest darkness. And a whistle ...
It symbolized Charlie's arrival.
"Hello, Charlie! How are you?" He said, his smile widening.
The scientist began to feel his body being punctured, scratched and bitten, and blood was starting to leak from his wounds, he just sighed, still looking cheerful. "Go on, it looks really good!"
The tyrant just continued to fight the remaining monsters in the area, which further infuriated the piercing gaze of the Them, not even the Queen of Constant could do significant damage to Wilson.
Some Crawlings Horrors and Terrorbreaks just watched the confrontation from a distance, unwilling to engage in combat with the tyrant, when they saw all their fellowmen being crushed, they just roared and retreated, going into holes and going into even more distant depths.
"Cowards ..." said Wilson, smiling.
"Get back here, now!" Screamed Newton. "Are you trying to kill yourself, are you?"
Wilson just started walking towards the group, smiling and calm, while continuing to receive blows and bites from Charlie, he just was in no hurry.
"See, am I okay?" Wilson said, entering the circle of light that his friends' torch provided.
"There is nothing!" Shouted Dalton, without even thinking. "Have you looked at yourself ?!"
"Ah, these wounds?" Replied the tyrant, with a satisfied smile, barely able to hold his laughter as he spoke. "They are nothing!"
"I don't mean injuries, Wilson, I mean that!" Said the clumsy man, pointing at the scientist's forehead, although the injuries seemed serious, that was not what Dalton was talking about, he was referring to the mental state of the tyrant, which got worse and worse.
"Ah, my state of mind?" Wilson also pointed at his own forehead. "I feel good." His smile only increased.
"But it's not!" Dalton continued. "You are not well and you are the only one who doesn't realize it!"
"I feel good." He repeated.
"Why is it ..." Maxwell said darkly.
"I must tell you Maxwell, your assistant really knows how to take a bite out of a man ..." said Wilson, his tone became smug, and there seemed to be a little heat in him as he showed the marks and bites on his neck . "Mean, isn't it? She seemed to be very excited, I must say, that I was also a little excited ..." The smug smile and a raise of the scientist's eyebrows revealed what he meant by this.
"Tsc ... And then I'm disgusting." Maxwell said, in a mixture of hate and disgust.
"Listen here, miserable!" Said Winona, approaching the tyrant. "Don't you dare talk about my sister like that, you know, you perverted braggart!"
"Wow, you guys are so moody ..." commented Wilson, rolling his eyes, while his smug smile remained. "It was just a little joke ..."
"Coming from someone like you ..." Said Maxwell, looking away, could no longer bear to face the tyrant's stupid smile.
"I am not to blame for your exaggerated sentimentality, if you don't know how to have fun and take everything seriously, it's not my problem ..." said Wilson, entering the darkness again.
"And for your mechanical information, I speak the way I want about anyone." He continued.
"Idiot ..." whispered Winona, furious, as the tyrant walked away.
"I heard!" Screamed Wilson. "And I have enough reason to believe that the idiot is you!"
"Listen, you ..." As Winona went into the darkness to fight Wilson, Dalton held her. "Let me go!" frightened by the scream, the clumsy man released her. "Please, it's not worth it!" He said.
"And are you seriously going to enter the darkness again?" Newton yelled, looking at the complete pitch.
"Yes, I know the whole of Constant as the back of my hand, besides, I was enjoying the massage ..." replied Wilson.
And then the tyrant's voice drifted away, as did his presence.
"This guy is crazy, sadistic, sociopathic, morbid!" Exclaimed Winona as soon as the scientist left the scene.
"And how the hell do you expect us to accompany you?" Cried Dalton, with all the strength of his lungs.
"But it is very simple!" Screamed Wilson. "Just follow my curses at Maxwell!"
The survivors then began to follow the tyrant's voice, and the scandalous laughter of his jokes.
"Frankly, I don't know how Charlie could have fallen in love with him, he is so old, but so old, that he could be her father!" Wilson commented, laughing.
The magician and the rest of the group just followed, ignoring the scientist's beastly comments.
"We're here!" Wilson shouted suddenly, "We are finally here!"
Broken clockworks. Several of them!
"Gears, wires and even gems!" Wilson said, smiling broadly. "This is exactly what I was needing!"
"Why so many materials?" Maxwell asked.
"You don't care!" Wilson replied bluntly.
Although Wilson's rudeness was already something the magician was already used to, it was slightly suspect that the scientist didn't want to say anything about his intentions, Maxwell was a little afraid that the tyrant's plans would hurt him again, but he resolves not to worry too much about it for While.
"Woodie! Wolfgang! Come here! You will help me carry all this!" Said Wilson, calling the other survivors.
"No!" Protested Woodie. "You have been so stupid lately, we are not going to do this job-" The Lumberjack cannot finish speaking, he yelled as he had a handful of his beard pulled out by the leader.
"I told you to load!" He repeated.
Reluctantly, the woodcutter begins to load the materials, along with Wolfgang, who did not even try to protest, the scientist's fury was easily equivalent to thousands of monsters.
"And how do you expect us to take all these materials up there?" Maxwell asked, pointing to the rubble. "It's a lot of metal."
"But it is very simple!" Said Wilson, lifting a huge pile of metal with one hand and hurling it upward, then falling into another hand.
"Tcharam!" He said, as if he had done a magic trick.
"Exhibited ..." Maxwell grunted, crossing his arms.
"If there's one thing that frustrates me, it's to repeat it!" Said Wilson. "Will I be forced to remind you again that it was you who installed several of your statues at Constant?"
The magician just snarled, he kept rubbing it.
"Well ..." The smug smile had returned. "It's not my fault if you envy my physical and mental faculties! Look, Maxwell, it's almost a shame that I was removed from the throne, I'm stronger, smarter, more agile, more resistant than you! Basically, I I am you ... only much better! "
"Sure, sure ..." said the magician, clearly with a tone of frustrated sarcasm. "More insane too."
"But I don't need a throne or a crown to rule Constant, Maxwell!" Wilson's smile only increased. "I dominate this world with an iron fist even though Charlie is the" queen "of this place ..." The tyrant made quotes with his fingers when he quoted the queen. "I'm not stuck with Them, nor to her..."
"Yes, yes, we have already heard this conversation, scientist." Maxwell rolled his eyes, he was sick of hearing the tyrant showing off and demonstrating his "reign".
"You really deserve this, Maxwell." Commented Winona. "Although I agree with the fact that Wilson is an asshole, I also agree with the fact that you deserve to prove your own spell ..."
"Tsc ..." Maxwell could not deny, he had really done terrible things, however, Wilson's tyranny was not far from the magician's horrible deeds.
"Dalton, Newton, you too will help us load these metals!" Said the leader.
"I'm not sure I can do it, Wilson! I'm not used to lifting that much metal ..." said Dalton.
"Why, I'm giving you an opportunity to show your physical attributes to the woman you love, mate ..." said Wilson, smiling widely.
"Wilson, I don't know if you've noticed this yet, but look at the thinness of my arm! I don't have any muscle mass!" The clumsy protested.
"Oh, come on, it never hurts to try!" The tyrant kept trying to encourage his friend. "Look, it's easy!" He said, as he added more and more metal to the pile of materials he carried.
"Do you remember the high school days?" Dalton asked. "I couldn't do ten push-ups without asking for mercy not to do more!"
"And that can change!" Wilson rests his hand on Dalton's shoulder, holding all the metals he carried in one hand. "Just try hard, my dear!" He says, giving his friend a light pat on the back, who even though he was very weak already made the clumsy person lose his balance, but soon recovered.
"Well, I'll try ..." said Dalton, approaching a pile of metal. "I can!" The clumsy man crouched down and tried to lift the metal.
Well, he didn't get it, he pulled it from one side, pulled it to the other, and repeated it several times. "It won't happen ..." He said, a little disappointed.
"Are you sure? I think I saw the iron move for a moment!" Wilson says, he was clearly lying, the metal hadn't moved an inch, but he wanted to see the clumsy youngster try again, either because he believed in him or for his entertainment.
The fumbler tried again, and groaned as he tried to lift the pile of metal. "I give up, I'm too weak ..."
"Looking on the bright side, what I don't make up for in strength, I make up for with intellect!" Commented Dalton, smiling widely.
"I must remember that I compensate in both strength and intellect ..." said Wilson, smiling broadly.
"Not that ..." Dalton rolled his eyes.
"It was taking too long ..." said Newton, hitting himself in the face.
"Please, I'm curious, how much is your IQ?" Questioned Wickerbottom, approaching, while raising an eyebrow.
"We are brilliant scientists, Mrs. Wickerbottom, our IQ is well above the stipulation of a global level of intellectual giftedness, Dalton and Newton have twenty five thousand IQs, while I, in turn, have thirty." Wilson said, smiling widely.
"Do you have thirty IQ's?" Asked Wolfgang, clearly confused.
"Thirty thousand, you idiot!" Wilson replied bluntly.
"He keeps making fun of us for having thirty thousand IQ's." Said Dalton, rolling his eyes again.
"I have more than intellect, Dalton." Said Wilson, looking at his friend. "I came to the conclusion that I represent the beginning of a new stage of human evolution, let's call it Hummus Perfectus ..."
"I am stronger, faster, more intelligent than any other human being! All I need is to find a partner to start the reproduction process, and thus spread this new stage!" The scientist continued.
"Thus, I, my wife and my children, will lead humanity to progress, far from the obscurity of myths, religions and superstitions, which will be completely eradicated by the development of science on my part! The world will learn to consider science as what governs existence! And so, we will build a utopian society under my command, and I, as the master of all science, will be a god! One that really makes sense! " The scientist raised his arms up as he walked in circles, his smile only widened.
"Freaked out ..." said the magician, more and more tired of hearing the tyrant's surreal thoughts, wasn't it enough to be a leader, now he wanted to be a god? It could only be a joke, Maxwell thought.
"So, do you want to be god?" Dalton asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this a serious question?" Wilson questioned, with a monotonous expression.
"Of course it is ..." The clumsy answered.
"Of course I want to be a god." The tyrant replied. "Everybody wants..."
"I'm not even surprised at that point anymore ..." says Maxwell, approaching the conversation. "King, god, you want to be everything, Wilson, except a decent person."
"Hypocrisy ..." Wilson's expression had gone insane. "I am facing the man who played god and king for whole years in this world ...".
And there he goes again.
"Definitely, not everyone wants to become a god, Wilson." Dalton replied.
"Everybody wants!" Wilson protested. "A supreme being has the ability to do what he wants the way he wants! We all have a desire to make things as we want them to be! We all have a desire to get the things we want right away! We all want to be gods! "
"I will have to disagree!" Said Dalton, taking a step forward and gathering his courage. "Just because you have this surreal fantasy doesn't mean everyone does!"
"Surreal fantasy?" Wilson's smile widened. "Even the surreal fantasy called the Bible recognizes this ..." The tyrant approached the clumsy. "Eve and Adam were deceived by the serpent, who was actually the Devil in disguise, they deceived them by saying that if they ate the fruit that God had forbidden him to eat, they would become like God, and this seduced them ...
"When you disagree with me, you not only disagree with the human condition, but you disagree with your own beliefs ..." He finished, with an even bigger smile.
Dalton was speechless, he didn't even know how to react to this.
"So, no one can judge me for wanting to be God ..." Said the tyrant. "Blame Eve and Adam."
"Or rather, don't blame ..." The scientist added quickly. "They didn't exist ..."
"Again with your intolerance ..." said Dalton, with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
"I will never be tolerant of medieval idiocy, such as magic and religion, Dalton! These things must be combated, criticized, until they are banished from society! " Replied the tyrant.
Wilson commented. "Religion has always delayed the development of science and has always created dark tortures to prevent people from opposing their leaders, but I must admit that I miss the inquisition a little bit because the only fact that Maxwell could be being killed at the stake now ... "He finished, with a smile.
"You should be burned to death at the stake!" Willow protested, running towards the tyrant.
All he did was lift his Glass Cutter towards the pyromaniac's neck.
"I recommend removing what you said, or you're going to spit gum in the neck!" Wilson said threateningly.
"Wilson!" Exclaimed Dalton, entering the middle of the two and separating them with a slight push, which, although not at all strong, served as a way to get their attention. "Enough of this, we don't need unnecessary fights!"
"It is not unnecessary, when someone is confronting me!" Wilson replied harshly.
"Ladies should not be hurt!" Protested Dalton. "Where's that man who used to be a gentleman and gallant with women?"
"Died!" Wilson screamed. "I killed him!"
For a moment, Dalton was speechless, as was Newton, who also did not expect such a direct response from Wilson. They were already understanding that the scientist had changed dramatically, but they didn't want to accept it yet, they didn't want to lose the friend they thought they knew so well.
The scientist just lowered his Glass Cutter. "This time, pass ... the next, no. Because I'm done with you!" He said, looking at Willow.
"But does anyone have anything to say to me?" Said the tyrant, looking at the other survivors.
And then there was a silence, no one else seemed to want to meddle, the tyrant was already out of patience, it would be a bad choice to annoy him even more.
"You are not god Wilson." Dalton replied bitterly. "You bleed, you can die, a true god would not bleed or die."
"After everything you've seen me do, do you still think I'm going to die?" Wilson asked, with a demented smile. "And as for bleeding, I can fix this ..."
With nothing more to say, the survivors began to follow their tyrannical leader in silence, while continuing to collect the materials, however, Webber was distracted, seeing a lot of Mushtrees.
The spider boy looked at his friends and smiled. "They will still take a long time to bring all this to the surface, I still have plenty of time to play!"
Webber then distanced himself from the group, running for the mushrooms, which stretched for miles.
However, it did not take long, all the materials had been collected and launched to the surface by Wilson and his superhuman strength.
"There, we can go back to the surface." Said Wilson.
"Wait a minute, where's Webber?" Asked Wickerbottom, looking from side to side.
"He disappeared!" Warly said.
"Well, this is it!" Wilson said, shrugging. "Let's get back to the surface."
"Of course not, Wilson!" Exclaimed Dalton, worried, he had had his disagreements with the spider child in the beginning, but he still worried. "We can't leave him behind!"
"You can't, I don't see any problem with that!" Wilson replied.
"So go." Maxwell says in a dry voice. "We are going to look for him, and we will not leave here until we find him."
"Bye." Wilson said, jumping up and down on the walls of the hole.
"HAVE YOU LOST THE JUDGE?" Dalton screamed, at the top of his lungs, startling everyone present.
"I'm more sensible than all of you!" Replied Wilson. "I am not going to waste my time in these caves looking for a boy!"
"Wants to know? Forgets!" Shouted Dalton. "You climb this stupid rope to the surface, I volunteer to look for Webber alone!" The clumsy man then started running, towards the place where the Clockworks had been found.
"Wait! Going alone is practically suicide!" Maxwell exclaimed, as soon as Dalton ran, but it was too late, the young man had distanced himself enough not to hear the magician's words. "Tsc ... I'm going after him, get back to the surface." Said the magician, a little reluctantly, and soon set out on his search for the clumsy man, who was already far from the group. Even with everything he did, Maxwell was not going to let two of his teammates die in one night, it was not worth the risk.
"Wait! I'm going with you!" Walter shouted.
"No, you're not going!" Said Wickerbottom, holding the boy.
"But why?!" Asked the boy. "They are going to need help! This place is dangerous!"
"And a good Boy Scout never leaves a mate out!" Said Walter, in greeting.
"As you said, this place is dangerous! If it's already for them, imagine it for you!"
"Dalton could end up being slaughtered there!" Warly said. "You saw how unlucky he is, Wilson was constantly saving his head! Imagine what could happen!"
"And Webber is in danger!" Said Winona. "I don't count on Maxwell's useless to save him! I'll take care of this on my own!" She also tried to move away from the group, going in the direction where the magician and Dalton had gone.
"Ah, damn it!" Willow exclaimed, as he saw the mechanics move away. "Let's all go after them soon, then!"
"No!" Wickerbottom protested.
"I already had to deal with the pain of losing Abigail, I don't want to lose Webber and the others, even though we can bring them back with a heart, the momentary pain hurts in an eternal instant..." said Wendy.
"I already said no!" Wickerbottom repeated. "Warly, Wes, Newton, Woodie and Willow stay here with me to protect the children, Wigfrid, you and Wolfgang go after those three and keep them from getting in trouble!"
And then the two went after Maxwell and Dalton, who were already distant looking for the poor spider boy, not even knowing if he was alive or not at that point.
Webber, for his part, was quite happy hopping around the great sea of Mushtrees, while Dalton and Maxwell paced back and forth, unaware of their presence.
The spider boy came to a sudden stop after the Mushtress trail ended, just in front of him, there were several ponds, and two large mushrooms were attached to the ground, one had a purple hat with lilac dots, another had a black color , with yellow dots.
Webber walked away slowly, he recognized these mushrooms. It was a Toadstool and a Misery Toadstool.
The boy's many eyes widened when he saw two spiders approaching the big mushrooms, Webber tried to gesture for those two to retreat, but they just looked at him with a confused look, and they had touched the mushroom hats, making an expression of boredom.
Webber and the other spiders screamed as they saw the two great monsters rise from the earth, with a bestial cry.
"Webber?" Dalton and Maxwell said simultaneously, and their eyes widened when they realized that he was next to each other.
"Maxwell?" Said Dalton.
"Dalton?" Maxwell said.
And they heard the spider boy cry again.
"WEBBER!" They screamed simultaneously again.
As they ran towards the Mushtrees Sea, the lighting that the tree mushrooms provided allowed the two survivors to see Webber fleeing the monsters.
"It's Toadstools! Take care!" Said Maxwell, running towards the boy, who narrowly managed to escape from the creatures, soon followed by Dalton, who, with a little fear, went right after the magician to try to save Webber.
"But what was this crazy idea, boy?" Maxwell asked, taking the spider boy by the wrist.
"I just wanted to play a little!" Webber replied, desolate and frightened.
"There's no time to play at Constant, Webber..." Replied Maxwell.
The Toadstools roared, deeply scaring Dalton and Webber, those beasts were approaching.
"Let's go! Let's go! LET'S GO!" Shouted Webber desperately.
"I agree! I agree! I AGREE!" Dalton shouted in response.
Dalton?" Said Winona, looking towards the forest of Mushtress, and in the light, he can see the survivors and the monsters approaching quickly. The mechanics, along with the Viking and Wolfgang, opened their eyes as wide as they could.
"FINALLY!" Shouted Wigfrid.
Wigfrid, without any fear, soon went after the two monsters, who were mercilessly chasing the three survivors, unlike Wolfgang, who took a few steps back when he saw the creatures.
"Forgets!" Said Dalton, holding Wigfrid by the wrist.
"Those things are going to kill you!" Said Dalton. "It is not a time to fight, it is a time to escape!"
"But...!" Before Wigfrid could say anything to upset the clumsy youngster, it was pulled away from the monsters, it really wasn't a sensible idea to engage in combat with two powerful monsters now.
Wolfgang, seeing the situation, gave an extremely thin cry and started running away. "Mighty Wolfgang cannot fight two beasts at the same time!"
But the monsters kept getting closer and closer, Dalton was in desperation just like Wolfgang, Maxwell was feeling extremely tired of running, he was so old, Webber was completely distressed, Wigfrid was confused about what to do ...
"Get up!" Dalton shouted when he saw Wickerbottom and the other survivors. "Get on the rope! Toadstools attack!"
And then, a figure fell and landed on the floor, with a manic smile, holding a torch in one hand, and a Glass Cutter in the other.
"Did you say, Toadstools?" The manic smile only increased. Someone was thirsty for blood again ...
The tyrant raised his Glass Cutter towards the two monsters, making them roar. A rather bloody conflict would happen ...
As soon as they saw the tyrant, the two great beasts stopped for a brief moment. Wilson's eyes alone already perfectly demonstrated what was to come, and it was not a pretty thing. But even with that, the Toadstools continue to advance at full speed, perhaps their greatest number will guarantee an advantage against the merciless scientist, who knows?
The beasts roared again, goo and blood seeped out of their huge mouths, all the survivors gaped and with wide eyes, Wilson just kept a psychotic expression.
Out of nowhere, everyone plugged their ears when they heard the tyrant scream at extremely high intensity, even the beasts looked frightened. The scream had been so powerful that it had been echoing constantly for miles underground, even generating earthquakes.
"Ohh, this is going to be fun ..." said Wilson, his smile kept growing, more and more ...
In fact, a horrendous show, extremely violent and bloody, was going to happen in that place.
