"Here we are! The two petty beasts, and your stupid, tiny brain!" He said smiling.
The creatures roared again and started running towards Wilson, and his manic smile was only growing.
The Toadstols threw some of their explosive mushrooms towards the leader of the survivors, who upon seeing the fungal bombs approaching, just leapt towards them and hit them back to the monsters, as if it were a burning game.
With precision, the bombs had hit the Toadstols, even exploding close to the eye of one, blinding him completely and making him roar in pain.
With this cue, the tyrant started at the Toadstool who lost his sight, while dodging the attacks of the other beast perfectly, and as soon as he got close enough, Wilson delivered a big cut, tearing off one of Toadstool's legs, which now besides blind, he was seriously injured.
Blood poured from the monster's torn leg, making it scream in pain and fury. The Toadstool then began to shake and shake the ground, generating earthquakes, causing stalactites to fall towards the ground, while large mushrooms appeared on the ground, making the tyrant more and more excited! He knew what this meant!
The creature was getting stronger ...
Pfft! This is pathetic! Nothing could beat him in combat!
The tyrant ran from side to side, deflecting the stalactites in the direction of the monster, hitting him squarely with impressive precision.
Misery Toadstool, seeing the massacre that his fellow man was suffering, also began to shake, making the earth shake again and again, the stalactites started to fall, some almost hit some survivors of the group, while the other monster, who was blind , now took charge of firing the bombs, and trying to crush the tyrant with his head.
When the tyrant was about to be hit by the head of the beast, with only one hand, he held it, completely preventing its progress, and with the other hand, deflected the bombs back and forth, occasionally hitting the monsters in the face and almost hitting the other survivors several times.
"Good trip!" Wilson said, throwing the monster upwards, which had its head pierced by a large stalactite, causing blood to flow and gush over the head of the other monster, down to his eyes.
The dead Toadstool began to slip from the stalactite, falling on top of the other beast, making it roar with the impact.
"Little present for you! Bomb voyage!" Said Wilson, dropping one of the mushroom bombs towards the open monster's mouth.
A few seconds later there was an explosion and a great shower of blood.
"What a show!" Said Wilson, receiving some blood splatters.
While the tyrant finished his brutal and bloody show, the other survivors just watched, knowing that the scientist alone would easily handle the monsters.
"Let me guess, were Maxwell and Dalton screaming like scared little girls?" Said Wilson, turning to look at the group of survivors
Certainly, both were scared at the time of the chase, anyone would be, except for the tyrant, obviously, since it was the poor creatures who were afraid of him.
"Look at the mess you've caused, brat." Said Wilson, approaching Webber. "I don't know if I yell at you or if I thank you for providing me with a little fun ..."
"I just wanted to play a little!" Replied Webber.
"No time for crying, boy." Wilson replied.
"Well, we got the materials! We can go home now, right?" Newton asked.
"No." Wilson replied. "We will still be here for a while ..."
"Oh, no ..." said Dalton.
"And we still have to go down more, much more ..." said Wilson, smiling widely.
"But why?" Dalton asked, with a certain fear. "Don't we already have what we need? It wouldn't be a good thing to risk the group's lives even more ..."
"No Dalton, we don't have everything we need." Wilson replied simply. "You know how complex the thing we are working on is, and some materials down there are essential for it to work."
"After all, what the hell are you doing?" Winona asked.
"It is none of your business!" Wilson replied aggressively.
"But we are going to risk our lives for this!" Willow exclaimed indignantly. "If we are going to take that risk, we have the right to know what it is!"
"Whatever I tell you to do, regardless of what it is, is important! So even if you had to risk your life for a peppermint, you would have to do this!" Wilson replied.
The scientist soon turned his back on the group, hiding a sadistic expression. "Or is it that they don't want my help anymore?"
The survivors knew very well what that meant, if they didn't go with Wilson, they would be abandoned by him, left to die in the depths of Constant, or worse, they would be killed by the tyrant, without even a chance to defend themselves.
"You mean a peppermint is more important than us?" Newton screamed, indignant, as he approached his tyrant brother. "When we were kids in England, it was me, you and Dalton, the unbeatable group of best scientist friends, the science club! It was friends before girls! We were always together, whatever and what! You used to care about with us, your only friends! You were my brother, Wilson, but now ... I don't even know who you are anymore! "
The tyrant turned to his brother sharply, startling him, Wilson had a really threatening expression on his face now.
"I am Wilson Percival Higgsbury! Tyrant scientist, and master god of science! And king over all of Constant ..." He said.
"Have you gone crazy?" Dalton asked.
"I am perfectly sane, Dalton." Wilson replied, looking at his friend. "To survive in this world, everyone would have to have a similar mindset with mine ..."
"I'd rather die than be insane like you!" Exclaimed Dalton, without even thinking. "You are crazy, Wilson! Only you don't understand!"
"To feed the mind, it is necessary to corrupt the soul! And to feed the soul, it is necessary to corrupt the mind! What do you prefer to corrupt?" Wilson asked, smiling widely.
"What the hell are you talking about again?" Winona asked.
"I will not explain this to mediocre minds who do not even understand the meaning of the word" Do it! "
"The only mediocre mind here is yours!" Willow said, aggressively.
"Why do I keep giving you attention?" Wilson said, snorting. "You are twenty years old, but you are still playing with a stupid teddy bear as if you were six! I look at you, I see a woman's body, but for me you are not a woman! You are a child!" Said Wilson, his tone becoming aggressive.
"But you ...!" Willow was about to curse Wilson without even thinking twice, she was furious, but she soon realized that this discussion was going nowhere, so she held on.
"By the way Willow ..." said Wilson, approaching the pyromaniac. "It's time to become a woman ..."
"Do not touch me!" Willow said, walking away, however, just as Wilson had stolen the pyromaniac's lighter the last time he did this, this time he had stolen the backpack.
"Let's see, he must be here somewhere ..." said Wilson, as he rummaged through his backpack. "Ah! I found it!" The tyrant then removed Bernie.
"What are you going to do with him?" Willow asked, concerned. "Release him now!"
"It's time to become a woman, Willow ..." said Wilson, tearing the teddy bear's head with his hand, while foam fell on the cave floor.
No! "The pyromaniac screamed, as tears streamed from her eyes when she saw her plush companion being destroyed by the tyrant.
He tried to compose himself. "Big deal! I can fix it again!" Willow said, wiping the tears away.
"Good luck!" Wilson said, smiling broadly, as he tossed what was left of the teddy into one of the cracks that had been created by the earthquake.
"No!" Willou shouted, again trying to reach his faithful companion, but unfortunately, it had been in vain, Bernie had been lost in the darkness ...
"Why?" She screamed and turned to look at Wilson. "You already took my lighter from me, and now you took Bernie! What else do you want?" She said, with tears streaming down her face.
"I want you to grow up!" Wilson replied.
"If not ... I'm sorry to say that the next one to be discarded will be you-" The tyrant was about to finish his sentence when he was interrupted by an impact on his face. It was like a punch, but too weak and light, too much, Wilson alone knew exactly where it came from. Without even taking a step back, the scientist opens his eyes, seeing in front of him Dalton, with his fist in his face and a furious expression, he was already sick of seeing Wilson treating all his companions in this way.
"That's enough, Wilson!" Cried the clumsy, with a courage he never had before. "That's enough! I can't stand to see you treating everyone else like trash anymore!"
However, as expected, Dalton's blow had no effect on the tyrant, nor did he leave a mark on his face. Wilson, without saying anything, just grabbed Dalton's wrist and pushed him, throwing him back a few steps and making him lose his balance.
"What are you doing?" Newton questioned, running towards Dalton and helping to get up. The tyrant was strong, the impact on the ground when Dalton was thrown hurt his back a little.
"I'm sorry Dalton and Newton ..." said Wilson, looking at the group, as Willow slowly raised a stalactite that was lying on the floor. "But I will not let you or anyone stop my punishment!"
As the pyromaniac ran towards the tyrant while he continued talking, he simply turned and grabbed her by the neck. "Sure, you all want to stab me in the back!"
"Let her go!" Maxwell shouted, raising his Dark Sword.
"As you wish!" Wilson shouted angrily, hurling Willow towards the magician, hitting him hard.
And then, soon Wilson started walking towards the group of survivors. "Will I seriously have to torture you so that you understand who's in charge here?"
"Tsc ... It seems that we will have to advance the plans ..." Maxwell said, getting up and right after helping the pyromaniac to get up too. He quickly pulled out his Dark Sword, pointing it at the tyrant, who slowly walked towards the group, with a clearly threatening look.
Wilson just laughed as his smile grew bigger and bigger. "Pathetic...". The tyrant then raised his arms up. "You can come!"
Without even hesitating, Maxwell went straight for the tyrant. If there was anyone who could handle Wilson at least a little bit in a one-on-one battle, it was him. Even though I knew very well that I was going to lose, all I needed was to buy time for the other survivors to do their parts, and his Dark Sword seemed to be enough for this job. It was now or never, the tyrant's crown needs to be dropped.
As Maxwell ran towards Wilson, he kept a smug expression on his face, and this only incited the magician's fury, who continued to run towards his former enemy.
"Well, I'm sorry, Maxwell, but I'm going to have to make you infertile." Said Wilson, kicking the magician between the legs as he approached, making him cry out in pain.
As Maxwell fell to the ground, writhing in pain, Wilson just smiled. "It hurts, doesn't it?" The tyrant then bent down to take the magician's Dark Sword. "But what exactly did you expect to do with me? Piercing me with your sword?" He questioned, punching himself, making the group of survivors wide-eyed, he was in fact resistant. "I already said, it doesn't hurt at all!"
He was punching himself again and again, as if trying to show off for his absurd resistance, but in the midst of this insane display, Wilson feels a hand holding his heel, it was Maxwell, he still wasn't even close to giving up.
"Are you still going to try?" Said the scientist, smiling as if he were holding back his laughter. "Don't you realize you don't even have a chance ?!" Wilson finished, and then kicked the magician in the face, who was soon thrown away by the blow.
The magician coughed and spat some blood as he tried to get up, snarling.
"Maxwell!" Willow shouted, while Wikckerbottom, Dalton and Newton rushed out to help.
As soon as they helped the magician to his feet, Willow turned and ground his teeth, enraged by the scientist's behavior. She got up and hurled the stalactite in the direction of the tyrant, but due to the weight, she fell to the ground, quite distant from where Wilson, generating a frank laugh from him, surprised by the failed attempt. "How ridiculous!"
But what Wilson didn't notice was a small crack that formed where the stalactite fell. It was just a tiny crack, you could barely see the lines, but seeing that, Maxwell had an idea, an idea that may be the only way to end the tyrant once and for all. If the objects that fell into the holes simply disappeared into the darkness, with no sign of having reached the bottom, it would certainly be enough to at least delay the tyrant, he just needed to make Wilson fall into that endless chasm.
"Perfect!" Wilson said, noticing the crack that had formed. "This is the perfect shortcut for us to go to the ruins, get ready guys! Let's go down another level towards hell!" He said with a laugh, running towards the crack.
Oh no. Wilson wanted to fall into that chasm. And I wanted to take everyone with him.
"Wait! No ..." The magician could not finish speaking, while running to try to stop the tyrant, he had already jumped and hit the ground where the crack was, the impact was strong, causing it to extend until meet the group of survivors.
Until the ground finally gave way, and everyone started to fall, while Wilson laughed insanely.
The group of survivors fell for a long time, while everyone but the tyrant screamed in despair.
"You condemned us all!" Maxwell shouted.
"We are all going to die because of you!" Screamed Woodie.
"No, we are not going to die." Wilson said, smiling broadly. "In three, two, one ..."
And then, they just stopped in the air, a few feet above the ground.
"What? What the hell happened?" Dalton asked, looking around in confusion.
"I, in my countless trips to this place, discovered that the ruins seem to be able to distort the law of gravity in several ways! An event like this is extremely rare, but apparently you are in luck!"
"How did you know it was going to happen now ...?" Dalton asked, confused, as he slowly levitated to the floor.
"I know this world like the back of my hand!" The scientist replied, with a smile on his face, it didn't matter to him whether gravity would save the other survivors or not, since he himself would not be killed by something like a fall. "Even if it hadn't happened, who cares? They were already trying to kill me, it would just be fair to die in the fall."
"Would you kill your own friends?" Newton asked indignantly.
"I would, if necessary." Wilson replied, smiling. Making Dalton and Newton widen their eyes, indignant.
"Just kidding, I would find a way to save you, the others, I would let you die ..."
The tyrant's words were a little dubious, with his current sanity Dalton and Newton questioned whether what he said was really true, but perhaps it would be better not to know how the tyrant's insane mind thought.
And then they all went down at once, Wilson had fallen to his feet, while everyone else had fallen sharply.
"We arrived at the ruins!" Wilson said, smiling.
"Cool, I was hot before, and now I was sent to the core of the Sun, really good!" Said Dalton, shaking his head.
"Cheer up Dalton!" Wilson said, smiling. "We are taking the steps that were taken by members of an extremely ancient civilization! They are older than they themselves, the ones who brought Maxwell and Charlie into this world ... "
"I don't know if it's a good idea ..." Said the clumsy man, clearly he was not very confident in this exploration that Wilson wanted to do, it didn't seem safe, and the group had already risked more than enough to collect the other materials.
"But I suppose it is interesting to study the remains of an ancient civilization! My goodness, if only this is already impressive, imagine being able to study the futuristic alien civilizations!" Said Dalton, with a big smile on his face.
"Do you really believe in aliens?" Winona asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't say I believe it, but I classify it as a possibility!" Dalton replied excitedly.
"They do not exist." Winona replied, short and thick.
"Well, maybe they don't exist! However, considering that there are many galaxies and many planets that offer favorable conditions for organisms to develop and evolve according to the Theory of Evolution of Species, in a universe in constant expansion, I believe that it is possible. "Explained Dalton.
"Well, anything is possible but ..." The mechanics stop for a moment. "I don't know if I can believe something like that."
"If I really believed in the evolution of species, I wouldn't believe in God or the Big Bang, Dalton." Wilson said, snarling. "Creationism is an offense to your intellect!"
"I already said, I classify it as possibilities." Said Dalton. "I'm a catholic, but I keep my mind open."
"You should keep your mind closed to things that have no scientific backing." Said Wilson.
"Wilson, what's wrong with you?" Newton asked. "Look around you, we are in a world surrounded by monsters, buildings and strange substances! There really seems to be magic in this world! "
"Magic does not exist!" Screamed Wilson, turning to look at his brother.
"Really?" Maxwell questioned scornfully. "And how do you explain all the things you've seen at Constant over the years?"
"Everything we see here is perfectly normal for the simple fact that we are in another dimension!" Said Wilson. "The strange creatures that we see, are completely normal here! Its so-called magic is nothing more than magic tricks and twisted science! "
"And you should respect his beliefs ..." said Wickerbottom, monotonously.
"Don't worry, I'm used to it! These fights have been going on since the day we met. I'm a Catholic, Wilson is an atheist, and Newton, according to himself, is an agnostic. That's why we're the perfect team! At least, we used to be ... I don't recognize my best friend ... "
"Well, I've done acts of iconoclasm in the past." Said Wilson, while he was observing the place.
"Wait! What do you mean by that?" Dalton asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It means that I destroyed temples and religious images, just as I did this with divination houses, and other centers of religious nonsense." Wilson said, simply, he didn't seem to show remorse about this.
"What?" Dalton screamed indignantly.
"Nice!" Said Newton, his tone becoming annoyed. "Now besides being intolerant of other people's beliefs, it deprives people of nurturing them!"
"It's because I want to, set them free!" Said Wilson, turning to his friend. "Imagine what a glorious day it will be for humanity when they bring down all the irrational gods! Their statues will be brought down! And they will erect monuments for something truly supreme! Science! This is the only thing worth worshiping!"
"And the real messiah is here, in front of you, Dalton!" Said Wilson, pointing to science. "I am the greatest preacher of science of all time! I am a messiah! I am a god!"
Dalton was not even surprised at that point, just disappointed and angry. "You went nuts, Wilson ..."
"The only thing you are is a theomaniac and a megalomaniac! You think you are a god, and you are thirsty for power!" Said the clumsy suddenly.
"I just need to convince people to stop going to temples and bow to stupid superstitions! Then they will finally recognize me as a god!" Said Wilson, with a growing smile on his face
"No one will recognize you as a god for the simple fact that you are a human man!" Protested Dalton.
"I am superior to anything!" Wilson protested.
"It still doesn't make you god!" Shouted Dalton, back.
"But of course you do, Dalton! Don't you see?" Asked the scientist, with an increasingly insane expression on his face. "If there is nothing above me, if I am sovereign to all other beings, then of course I am god!"
"Okay, it's true! But still, creatures are often killed by life forms inferior to them! And you don't have all the attributes of a god, you can't create and destroy universes out of nothing!" Protested Dalton.
"With science, all of this is possible!" Wilson replied. "What is it, Dalton? After what I showed you the same day you arrived in Constant, do you still doubt that I can find a way to do this?"
"And that is exactly what we are here for ..." said the tyrant. "We need to complete, what I started ..."
And then, everyone stopped when they saw a crack forming in the ground, close to the group, a bright red light came out, accompanied by some distorted screams ...
"Dalton, do you remember when I mentioned that I had enemies that are constantly present?" Questioned the tyrant.
"Yes, why?" Dalton asked, startled.
"Time to meet them!"
And then, out of the hole, a huge Nightmarebeak emerged, which roared violently.
"Good Morning!" The scientist said, in a cheerful voice, as if he were greeting an old friend, while slowly walking towards the monster, without any fear.
The creature roared again and jumped towards the tyrant, who simply grabbed the monster by the beak, and threw it backwards, hitting and crushing it on the ground, making it disappear and release fuel from the nightmare.
"So it was from one of those creatures that that strange substance came ..." said Dalton, his eyes wide. "But what are these things really?"
"Shadow creatures, vivid nightmares!" Wilson said, smiling.
"You lied to me when you said I wasn't in hell." Said Dalton, looking at Maxwell.
"Ah, but he didn't lie!" Wilson soon interrupted. "This place is worse than hell, my dear!"
"Watch out! More cracks opening up!" Shouted Dalton, pointing to the horizon.
"That's how I like it!" Screamed Wilson. "There will be more Crawlings Nightmares and Nightmarebeaks!"
And then, the legion of monsters roared distorted as they constantly emerged from the nightmare cracks.
"It is impossible to fight all of this!" Screamed Newton. "We have to retreat!"
"Why run away now?" Questioned the excited tyrant. "The show is just beginning!"
The Crawlings Nightmares and Nightmarebreaks, as well as Crawling Horrors and Terrorbreaks screamed as they went towards the tyrant, the attentive eyes of the Them had already been opened to observe the spectacle, Charlie was also present at that moment.
"Hey guys?" Said Wilson, looking into his eyes as he quickly killed one of the dark creatures. "How are you doing?"
The tyrant casually moved across the battlefield, decimating the creatures as if they were insects, while the other survivors just watched, astonished.
"How the hell does he do this so easily?" Newton asked, hand on head.
"These are the consequences of spending years alone at Constant!" Wilson said, killing another Terrorbreak. "When I got here, I was as skinny as Maxwell, and look at me now!"
"I have all the knowledge about Constant in the palm of my hand ..." The tyrant jumped up and tore the back of a Crawling Nightmare with an acrobatics. "And I built incredible structures!"
"And since then, I have become Constant's most powerful being!" Said Wilson, smiling widely.
"One day someone will take this title off you!" Willow said, enraged.
"And who would that be?" The tyrant questioned, breaking the beak of one of the dark monsters as he looked at the pyromaniac.
"Someone ..." replied Willow.
"Tell anyone but Maxwell." Wilson said, smiling.
"It doesn't matter who it will be, someone will!" Exclaimed the pyromaniac, while the tyrant just laughed, confident that the day his crown would fall would never come.
"And you are not Constant's most powerful being." Maxwell said, approaching. "Charlie is! She's the queen of Constant. You, however, just think you're the king of this world ..."
Wilson's eyebrow went up and a smirk formed on his face. "Did you know that these days, the queen has offered me a proposal to help you govern Constant, Maxwell? Perhaps he is tired of you, and wants a new companion ..." Wilson's smile grew, revealing what was hinting ...
"Tsc ..." Maxwell again contained his anger, he was one step away from punching the tyrant in the face. Meanwhile, Wilson trampled the fallen creatures like cockroaches, causing them to dissipate for good.
But I politely denied it! "Said Wilson, turning his Glass Cutter." I'm more interested in running Constant, alone ... "
"Keep dreaming!" Willow exclaimed, crossing his arms.
"Well, I already sat on Maxwell's throne, what keeps me from stealing Charlie's throne?" Wilson asked, smiling.
"Charlie won't allow this ..." replied Maxwell. "And you should be kinder to her, considering that she offered you an opportunity to occupy a privileged position at Constant, but nevertheless, you refused ..."
"My current position is Maxwell's most privileged! No wonder you keep trying to take it from me!" Wilson replied.
"I have no interest in your king's game, Wilson." Said the magician, completely serious. "I just want to get you off that throne for the way you act."
"Well, you are very incompetent at this!" Wilson said, smiling broadly.
"Think what you want ..." Maxwell continues. "You won't say that when your crown is on the floor."
"And you won't say anything more when your head in my hand, bleeding, while my crown remains on my head, and your body in the bloody mud ..." replied Wilson.
"We'll see then." Said the magician, without letting the tyrant's threats reach him, he had to do this at any cost, the tyrant could not continue to lead.
"Just be aware, since your attempts at betrayal are assumed, know that I can take your head off anytime I want, like, in about five seconds ..." said Wilson, in an unreadable voice.
"Or else ..." Wilson quickly turned and placed the tip of his Glass Cutter on Maxwell's neck, death would be inevitable now.
"You already know ..." Wilson quickly pulled his gun from his old rival's neck. "Stay smart!"
"Tsc ..." The magician once again held his desire to punch Wilson, he knew that he would not win in any way in a fight against him, not at the present moment, but he certainly wanted to do that.
"No more threats!" Said Dalton, irritated. "Let's do what we have to do!"
"It's all right!" Wilson said, smiling. "Dude, I'm looking forward to the Nightmare Cycle starting!"
"Nightmare cycle?" Newton said, his eyes widening. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's like the event that happened earlier with those dark monsters, only a lot more intense! There will be many more of them! "
"Ah, but of course it always gets worse!" Exclaimed Dalton, already preparing for what was to come.
"Don't worry! You won't be here with me when you start!" Wilson said, huffing. "What I came to look for are Nightmare Lights, old statues, broken clockwords and ornate chests! We will have to go to the labyrinth biome, there is a passageway from where they will take you back to the caves, and right away you found a passage to the surface. I will then go to the military and sacred biome. "
"Okay ..." said Dalton, without really thinking about the details. "Wait ... are you going to the other two alone ?!" The clumsy man was surprised for a moment, but soon realized the situation when Newton commented.
"Considering who we're talking about ... I think he's much more than capable ..." said Newton.
"Sure, and I still have to go to the Atrium, pick up old obelisks! These things I mentioned are too heavy for you chickens to carry, and as some tend to summon shadow creatures naturally, and this with more intensity in the nightmare phase, I will have to do this completely alone! " Said Wilson.
The group started to follow the tyrant for a while, Dalton had the strange feeling of being chased by something.
"Why is everything in this place so aggressive, hostile and terrifying? I'm losing my sanity!" Said the clumsy
"Ah, but you haven't seen anything yet!" Wilson exclaimed, giving a short laugh. "This place only gets worse, Dalton, and it never stops!"
"Even some pathetic looking creatures can be dangerous!" The tyrant continued.
"This can't be true ..." commented Newton. "Not everything must be hostile here." The tyrant's brother turned to look around, until he noticed a strange little creature, whose body was illuminated by two bright eyes.
"Look, what we have here!" Newton exclaimed happily. "This looks friendly!"
"But it is not!" Wilson protested. "Get away from it, now!"
The creature opened its mouth and revealed a large tongue, and with it, licked Newton, completely soiling him with drool. "Ew ..." said Newton.
"This is a Slurper!" Cried Wilson.
"Why can't there be anything harmless in this place ?!" Dalton asked, even though he knew there would be no conclusive answer.
And then, the little monster jumped over Newton and opened his mouth to swallow his head.
"Watch out!" Cried Wilson, pushing his brother away and lifting his Glass Cutter, which had cut the creature's back, after the sharp weapon went through his throat.
"They cling or bite you, stealing your nutrients and energy reserves, leaving you weak and hungry." Said the tyrant, looking at the spiky monster
In a quick movement, Wilson took his blade down, making a cut that ended the creature's life for good. "Everyone in this place will try to kill you, and if you're not careful, they'll make it."
Wilson had his neck licked by a Sluper, the monster then licked his mouth from side to side. "Stupid monster ..." said the tyrant, with a contemptuous face.
"I hope he licks you again! Please, Mr. Slurper!" Willow said.
"Well, if I replace this stupid monster with the face of attractive women, it doesn't bother me! Lick me more, Slurpers!" Said Wilson, smiling widely.
And then, several and several Slurpers began to surround the tyrant, who instead of trying to get rid of them like a normal person, just stood with open arms, as if he liked that.
"You are disgusting, you know?" Willow said, disturbed.
"Hm ?! Did you say something ?!" Cried Wilson, his voice drowned out by the thousands of monsters covering him. "I can't hear you, it's too good!"
"Well, I'm tired already!" Said the tyrant. "I have more things to do!"
And then, some Slurpers started to have their skin torn as their blood was flung away, staining the floor, leaving the group of survivors in horror. "Come here!" Said Wilson, tearing the tongue out of one of the monsters.
"Well, this is the end." He said. "Think fast!" The tyrant screamed and hit Warly in the face with Slurper's tongue ripped out, leaving the cook's cheek drooling and red with the blow.
"Why did you do this?" Questioned Warly, who had fallen to the ground due to the force of the impact, forcing him to massage his cheek. "Usually Maxwell is your punching bag!"
"I like to vary the times." The tyrant replied.
"Ridiculous ..." Willow whispered, while Wilson just smiled like a maniac.
"Here, a little drool for your curly hair!" Wilson said, swinging his tongue, forcing her to drop some drool, next to Willow.
"How disgusting! Get out!" The pyromaniac screamed as she walked away.
"Gee, you really don't have a sense of humor ..." There was the tyrant, with his usual smug smile.
"My goodness, Wilson, if our mother saw you behaving like this, she would kill you!" Said Newton.
"I don't give a damn what my mom would say!" The tyrant replied bitterly. "That vixen was obsessed with elegance and courtesy, things she just pretended to have, to maintain the royal blood pattern that circulated in our family's veins ..."
"And besides, she's not here, so who cares ?!" Exclaimed Wilson, with a smile on his face. "Here we do what we want, Newton! Constant has its advantages!"
"Wait, do you have royal blood?" Questioned Wickerbottom, looking genuinely surprised.
"Yes, I am the son of descendants of kings and queens in the United Kingdom." Wilson replied. "Although my mother and father never came to reign for certain reasons, Newton and I are part of the most privileged family at the time!"
"Certain reasons?" Asked the librarian again, curious. "Can you say them?"
"In the year of my birth, Alexandrina Victoria, my grandmother reigned over the United Kingdom and Ireland, in addition to being the great empress of India. When she married her direct cousin, a man named Alberto de Saxe-Coburgo-Gota, she conceived ten children Victoria Adelaide Mary Louisa, Albert Edward or if you prefer, Edward VII, Alice Mafalda Maria, Alfred Ernest Albert, Helena Augusta Victoria, Louise Caroline Alberta, Arthur William Patrick Albert, Leopold George Duncan Albert, Beatrice Mary Victoria Feodore .. . "Said Wilson, citing the long list of his uncles ...
"And finally, my mother, Alexandra Edevane Amery ..." Said the tyrant, sighing. "Due to family conflicts that she had caused, for which reason she spent her entire life refusing to tell her children, she, me and my brothers had been deleted from the family tree of the royal family, however, through my grandmother's intervention, we continued to receive everyone the prestige of the nobles. It was a great pain for my mother and her mother, but all the quotes, photos, that surrounded her, had been completely destroyed, all had been to pronounce her name, or her children's name. mother was the eldest daughter, but later due to conflicts, this title came to belong to Victoria Adelaide ... "
"And then, my uncle, Albert Edward, came to reign, in the place that according to my mother, belonged to her." Completed the tyrant. "That is, if all these problems had not occurred, I would be the king of the United Kingdom now!"
"Now it all makes sense ..." whispered Maxwell, relating the tyrant's past to his desire to be the king of Constant, perhaps there was some connection.
"What about my father ..." said Wilson. "He was a prince of Denmark, named Augustus Soren Ulrich as well as my mother, he was destined for the throne, however, on a fateful night, in the dining room, he poured wine on his father's face, and then immediately knocked over the table, and drawing his sword, tried to kill the lord of the kingdom, but he was stopped by the guards who were present. His father's wish at that time was to behead him, however, some convinced him only to deport him to England, where my mother was, and delete it from the family tree, as they had also done with my mother ... "
"And then, my mom and dad met, got married, and then, I was born, Newton was born, just like our little sister. However, my parents continued to act as if they were the absolute kings of all Europe ... "The tyrant completed.
"So you are a scoundrel because of your desire to become the king of the United Kingdom?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wilson let out a light laugh, which only increased, until he reached the manic level. When he started to calm down, he turned to the pyromaniac and said, "Why dominate only the UK, when I can dominate an entire world?"
"Constant, is what I really want to master ..." The tyrant's smile only increased.
"Good luck with that ..." said the magician, with a tone of sarcasm.
"Luck? I don't need luck." Wilson replied. "My victory is proclaimed, and logic confirms."
"But don't worry, Dalton and Newton, since they are my friends, you will receive many perks!" He said, looking at his friends.
"Yeah ... Of course ..." said Newton, even with this generous offer from the tyrant, his two childhood friends were not at all excited about the reign, or rather, the dictatorship that Wilson planned.
"So is this your plan?" Maxwell asked. "Worrying about reigning Constant for eternity, without ever allowing us to return home?"
"Don't be more of an asshole than you already are!" Wilson replied. "Like Charlie, I will be Constant's momentary king, until I figure out a way to get home ..."
"Hmm ..." Maxwell was even a little surprised, knowing the tyrant he thought he wanted to dominate this place forever, but in fact, it wasn't that bad. Even so, he couldn't allow the scientist's reign to continue, if not, eventually Wilson would end up killing everyone, or even worse.
"But why should we trust you?" Willow asked. "You probably must be trying to deceive us with these false promises, so that when we let our guard down, you set up a kingdom of science and hate, or something!"
True, Maxwell thought, there was still this possibility. The tyrant was naturally known for being cunning, everything he said might or might not be true ...
"I don't know, I think you'll have to take a step in faith first ..." replied Wilson, smiling widely.
"As if!" Exclaimed the pyromaniac. "Trusting you means death!"
"So I'm sorry to inform you that if you want to survive at Constant, you have to go hand in hand with death." The tyrant replied.
"I'm getting used to it already ..." whispered Dalton, in a discouraged tone.
The group then normally continued to follow Wilson, until the maze arrived, Dalton was distressed to walk around that place, but the tyrant was confident as if he were walking through a field of flowers. The survivors had found several Ornate Chests and even Nightmare Lights. Some were startled to see these two things summoning shadow creatures and Danglings Depth Dwellers.
"That's perfect!" Said Wilson, looking at the ornate chests and nightmare lights. "There is a very large abundance of materials here! When I leave you and your useless little arms away from me, I will have fun gathering these beauties!"
"C-Sure ..." said the clumsy man, without even paying much attention to what Wilson said, he really didn't feel very comfortable in that place, after all, nobody would feel, well, at least not someone sane.
Dalton then saw something passing quickly in the corner of his eyes, and when he turned to see, he had seen nothing. "What was that?" Dalton asked, concerned.
"This what?" Newton asked.
"I saw something passing at high speed in the corner of my field of vision!" He replied.
"Your sanity is being drained by the place, Dalton." Wilson replied. "Those are the dark monsters I told you about, they can become physical if their sanity continues to descend ..."
"WHAT?!" Dalton shouted, desperate. "I don't want to have to deal with these things!"
"You get used to it, you don't worry!" Said the scientist, giving a brief laugh shortly afterwards, he was already more than accustomed to the creatures that came with his extremely low sanity.
"I won't get used to anything!" Dalton responds, weeping. "I want to get out of here right now!"
"My God Dalton, are you going to blacken your image in front of the woman you love?" Wilson asked.
"I don't romantically love anyone!" The clumsy protested. "I just want the sunshine again!"
"Okay, okay, if you're such a coward ..." The tyrant continues to tease his friend.
I'm a coward!" Yelled Dalton, "I know I am! I'm tired, my body and my mind can't take it anymore! "
The clumsy man sighed. "I will try to look at things on the positive side, if I die, the words on my headstone that will say" Here lies, Dalton. "Will symbolize the beginning of the end of the problems that take away my peace ..."
"Let's just get on with it ..." said Newton, realizing how exhausted all of this Dalton was already.
"This would not solve the problem, Dalton." Maxwell says. "Constant does not allow his rest, even with his death, his soul will continue to roam the world until he finds a touchstone, is resurrected by an effigy of flesh, or is resurrected by a Telltale Heart.
"But my God! There is no escape from this eternal suffering, is there?" Shouted Dalton, enraged.
"Not yet, Dalton." Wilson answers. "Now shut up and follow me!" He says, harshly.
Without my choice, the clumsy and the rest of the group obey the tyrant, until they finally find the place where a cruel battle had been fought ...
There he was, the colossal Ancient Guardiam monster, lying on a floor covered in dried blood, his wounds were gigantic and his skin was covered with flies.
"My goodness, what could cause such a beast to die?" Newton asked, wide-eyed.
"Me." Wilson replied simply. "It was boring!"
Knowing this fact, the survivors even felt sorry for the poor beast he suffered at the hands of the tyrant, it must surely have been a massacre.
"This is it, this is where we separate! I will gather all the necessary materials, and you will follow that path there." Said Wilson, pointing to the entrance to the middle of the maze. "Then the sequence is, forward, forward, backward, backward, right, left, right, left and forward again. And then, you will face the exit!"
"Mighty Wolfgang asks you to repeat!" Said the strong man. "Wolfgang got confused!"
"The problem is yours!" Wilson replied harshly. "Turn around!" And then the tyrant ran at high speed, entering the maze again.
"Finally ... Peace ..." said the magician, relieved to be rid of the tyrant even if it was only for a while.
"I am also completely lost." Said Winona. "That asshole makes me dizzy and made my head sore, I couldn't even pay attention to the sequence."
"If I'm not mistaken it was ... Front, front, back, back, left, right, left, right and back?" Said Willow, who also didn't exactly remember the sequence, since the tyrant spoke so fast that it was difficult to memorize.
And then, several gigantic cracks began to form, close to the group of survivors, with a strong red light coming out of them, accompanied by bestial and distorted screams.
"Could this be, the Nightmare Cycle?" Said Dalton, shaking with fear.
And then the screams intensified, seeming closer and closer, something horrible was coming, certainly.
"Oh no, this is not good ..." said the clumsy, starting to get desperate, despite the tyrant's absence having its advantages, at times like this when he would be most in need.
"Why does he have to withdraw just in time for the problem?" Warly asked, slapping his head on the head.
However, the lights went out and the screaming stopped, and there was silence.
"Who knew, maybe now it wasn't the beginning of science ..."
The clumsy man cannot finish speaking, the lights came on more intensely and great Nightmarebeaks appeared, accompanied by Crawlings Nightmares, which roared in a loud and distorted tone.
"It screwed up for good." Said Dalton, trembling, he had survived, albeit narrowly, all dangerous events so far, but this time, he was sure it would be the end of him.
"Forget the sequence!" Said Webber. "Let's get out of here!" The spider boy then started running towards the maze, and the group of survivors started to follow him.
"We need to remember!" Said Dalton. "Otherwise, we could end up being cornered!"
"If I'm not mistaken, it was forward, forward, backward, backward, right, left, right, left, and forward again." Maxwell said.
"No! The right thing was Front, front, back, back, left, right, left, right and back!" Willow protested.
"I already said, forget the sequence!" Protested Webber again.
And I already said that we can end up cornered and killed if we do this!"
"Let's follow my sequence! Maxwell is very old, he probably must have heard the sequence wrong!" Willow said.
"I am not old!" The magician protested, shouting as he continued to run.
"Then fine!" Willow said. "But if we die, it's your fault! Let's follow Max's sequence!" Willow shouted.
"Did you call me Max?" Maxwell asked.
The Nightmarebeak roared, forcing all the survivors to scream, while chasing Maxwell, who dictated the sequence to himself.
The monsters were getting closer and closer, which only made the survivors more and more desperate.
"We're running out of time!" Exclaimed Dalton as he followed Maxwell, who was focused on the path of the maze.
"Fast fast!" Maxwell shouted as the others followed.
As they ascended, the survivors saw that the monsters continued to follow them.
"These things will follow us to death!" Screamed Dalton desperate
"Is there no way to get rid of them ?!" Newton asked, also becoming desperate. The tyrant made it seem so easy to end monsters like these, but now that the survivors were without him, they realized how difficult it was to deal with these creatures.
"It is almost impossible to lose them!" Maxwell replied. "The only way would be to fight!"
"They are in greater numbers! It will be a massacre!" Said Dalton. "We only have to keep running!"
The group kept running, not knowing the direction it was going. However, some members of the group began to recognize some places as family members, until finally they saw a huge hole through which they had descended.
"Can these things climb giant holes?" Dalton asks.
"Most likely!" Maxwell replied.
"Damn it!" Dalton screamed in desperation.
"I won't be able to climb that!" Said Dalton. "I am not athletic!"
"There is no other way! We will have to try!" Said the magician, with the creatures getting closer and closer, they were running out of time and options.
Dalton was the first to climb the rope, however, his thin arms did not contribute. "I won't be able to go up!"
The roar of the Nightmarebeak made Dalton's entire body shudder, and with the fright, he got the boost he needed to climb that rope like never before.
The other survivors continued to follow, with Maxwell being the last, and as expected, the shadow creatures scaled the hole through its walls, quickly approaching the survivors.
"These miserable demons are approaching!" Said Wendy.
The tension was enormous, it seemed to extend the length of the hole millions and millions of times, it seemed that they would never reach the surface again, the sweaty hands of some prevented him from continuing to climb, beyond the exhaustion, which had already reached everyone, including the clumsy.
"I think ... I'm not going to ... make it ..." These were Dalton's last words before he lost consciousness and passed out from fatigue, the clumsy man loosened the rope and started to fall ...
"Dalton!" Shouted Winona, seeing that the clumsy man was about to fall to his death. The mechanics quickly grabs Dalton's hand during his fall, narrowly preventing what would be certain death for the poor fumbler.
"Ahh?" Dalton said, while slowly opening his eyes. "Where am I?"
The scream of a Nightmarebeak made Dalton wake up to the terrible reality in which he found himself.
Dalton cried out in fear, along with the cry that symbolized the fury of the monster, the clumsy man was so desperate that he simply punched the creature in the head, making it disappear for a while.
He opened his eyes wide when he realized what he had done. "I made it ... I punched him!" Dalton screamed with happiness.
But the poor fumbler's happiness was short-lived, when another monster came to torment him just behind the creature that had dissipated. "Ah, are you kidding ?!" Exclaimed Dalton indignantly.
"Time to be a hero, Dalton! "Said Winona, leading Dalton towards the Crawling Nightmare while holding him, the clumsy, in despair, quickly kicked hard, the creature in the region in the mouth, forcing it to dissipate again.
Dalton looked at Winona, who winked at him, smiling. The clumsy man returned with a smile. They were the perfect team to resolve this situation!
"Hey, go up the hole!" Shouted Dalton. "Winona and I will take care of these monsters!"
"Those things are going to end you!" Willow protested, worried.
"On the contrary!" Dalton replied, full of confidence, something rare for him.
"We are going to finish them off!" Winona finished.
And then, the duo continued to face the monsters, buying time for the survivors to climb the rope, it seemed to be working well, the monsters could barely get close.
"We are incredible! Unmatched! Unbeatable!" Dalton shouted, as he hit the monsters from side to side.
It took, but finally, the survivors reached the surface, Maxwell being the last.
Due to the great distance that Dalton and Winona were now from the rest of the group, they could no longer hear their voices.
"I'm worried ..." said Willow. "Did they get it?"
The magician looked at the hole for a while.
"I don't know ..." He replied darkly.
"Let's wait!" Said Wickerbottom, also being concerned. "The hole is quite deep, so ..."
The group of survivors waited anxiously, seconds felt like millennia ...
They waited there, for minutes.
And they just didn't show up, there was no sign of them ...
"Does...?" Willow wondered, with his voice going to a sad tone, he was already imagining the worst, after all, Constant was a place without forgiveness.
Everyone's eyes widened when they saw Dalton leave the hole at high speed, then he shouted happily.
"Uhu! We made it!" Said the clumsy, looking at Winona, who was not long in leaving too.
"Ah, they're alive!" Exclaimed the pyromaniac, relieved.
"But of course!" Said Dalton, with the greatest confidence he has ever had in his entire life. "No monster is a match for both of us!"
Dalton didn't even have time to open and close his eyes to breathe, before Willow ran towards him and hugged him tightly, almost crushing the body of the clumsy.
"I was so worried, you fool!" She said, happy and relieved.
"Huh? Me too!" Said Dalton, placing his hands on the pyromaniac's hair, he was certainly happy with the hug, but he was also a little confused.
"What a burning smell ..." said Dalton. "WIllow! Your hair is on fire!"
Quickly, the clumsy man tried to help the pyromaniac to put out the flames that slowly consumed his hair, which ended up spreading the fire even more.
The pyromaniac just laughed with happiness while Dalton tried desperately to try to put out the fire, but unfortunately this did not happen. The flames only increased ...
"I'm going to get a bucket of water!" Dalton said quickly.
"No!" Willow shouted. "Leave it at that! I love it!"
"But if you continue like this you will go bald!" The clumsy continued, getting desperate.
"Comrade, do you think that I, as a pyromaniac, never had the idea of setting my hair on fire before? I've done this several times!" Willow said, smiling shamelessly.
"OK then." Said Dalton, still a little concerned.
"Hey!" Said Winona, tapping Dalton on the shoulder, knocking him to the floor. "Oops! Sorry, mate!"
"It's all right!" The clumsy man smiled, a little hurt, but the mechanics helped him to his feet.
"You did well!" Winona said, looking at Dalton, and the clumsy guy's face turned red.
"Thank you, I think ..." He thanked him, stroking his arm sheepishly.
"I think I'm seeing a tomato!" Newton said in the background.
"W-Well, we managed to return successfully!" Said the clumsy, trying to change the subject quickly.
"Wait!" Maxwell said suddenly. "This is our chance! That asshole is miles away from us, and it will be a while before he returns! We can escape and leave him behind!"
"I don't think it will last very long." Said Willow, a little crestfallen "That asshole is not going to let us escape at all!"
"We have to try!" Maxwell said, holding up Willow. "If an opportunity arises, we have an obligation to seize it! Come with me, and we will survive!"
"You will come with us, right?" The magician questioned, looking at Dalton and Newton, their faces fell to a wistful expression.
The two friends looked at each other for a while, and then turned their gaze back to the magician. "No, I'm sorry." Dalton said, sighing. "We are not going with you."
"What?" Maxwell asked, discredited. "Did you see how he treats us all, even you! Are you really going to let this opportunity pass?"
"Even though my brother became a sociopath ..." said Newton. "I can't leave him. He needs me!"
"I also can't do this." Said Dalton. "I can't leave Wilson like he was just nothing ..."
"He would do the same to you!" Said the magician. "At the first opportunity, I would leave you to die!"
"Well, I don't know about that anymore!" Dalton replied. "But still, we have profound reasons for not abandoning him. He remains my friend, even though I cannot recognize him."
"And regardless of what he did, he would remain my brother." Newton completed. "From here, our paths are divided."
"Well, if that is your choice, I will not argue." Said Maxwell, a little reluctant to leave them with the tyrant, but that was what they had chosen. Then, he turned to the other survivors. "Come on then, we can't waste any time!"
"Of course." Said Winona. "So, I think our adventures together end here, mate." The mechanics approached the clumsy.
"Yes." Dalton rubbed his arm sheepishly. "The lady, my dear, is indeed my lady!" He then held and kissed Winona's hand, but it hadn't been a long kiss.
"Ah, so it's okay ..." said Winona, quickly removing her hand from Dalton's reach. "See you."
"Okay, see you later!" He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Are you all ready to go?" Asked the magician, one last time. He did not intend to return, so if any survivors still had something to do, now would be the only time.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment. Some seemed to have the desire to still say something, but for some reason, they felt unmotivated to do so.
"So, I suppose not." Maxwell said. "Follow me towards freedom!" The magician then started to run towards a region where there were many trees, there it would be difficult for the tyrant to locate them, at least he hoped.
The other survivors started to follow, while Dalton and Newtom stayed behind, around the hole.
"And now?" Newton asked.
"Now let's get on with the plan." Dalton replied, frowning. "When the time is right, we'll get them back!"
As the group continued to run, Maxwell felt a few drops of rain hit him.
"Damn it." The magician screamed. "If this rain gets worse, please do not step on the mud so as not to leave footprints, or that bastard could find us!"
"We can use the footprints to trick him!" Willow suggested.
"We would waste time doing this!" Replied Maxwell. "We will have to distance ourselves as much as we can to prevent him from finding us!"
And then, the survivors kept running, they couldn't waste time, not even a second, they wouldn't have another opportunity like this.
But then Wolfgang ended up stepping in the mud. "Damn it!" The strong man screamed, seeing what he had done.
"What is it? Why did you shout?" Maxwell asked, looking back as he ran.
Wolfgang continued running in silence for a few moments, as he considered whether or not to count on stepping in the mud. "Wolfgang just be concerned!" The strong man said, concluding that it wouldn't make much difference if his shoe trail in that mud.
"Do not worry!" Willow said.
And the group continued running for kilometers, they had to stop several times to rest. They tried to convince Maxwell that the distance covered was enough to have lost the tyrant, but the magician protested that she needed to keep running, that it still wasn't enough. Everyone snorted every time he said this, but they continued to follow their new leader, who was already irritating them with this great marathon.
"Maxwell, please!" Said Willow, tired of running. "If we continue like this, we won't have the energy to defend ourselves if he can find us!"
"We have to keep running." Said Maxwell, also being exhausted. While the magician was going to take his next step, he tripped and fell to the ground. "If we get far enough away, we won't have to worry about defending ourselves ..." He started to crawl slowly, when his legs didn't work when he tried to get up.
"No ... We can ... Stop ..." The magician barely had the strength to speak as he crawled through the mud, but he refused to give up.
"Maxwell, you're old! You and your heart can't take all that stress!" Willow said.
"I am not old!" The magician screamed, insulted.
"It's done, Maxwell!" Exclaimed the pyromaniac, also being exhausted. "We've run long enough! We're all tired!"
"Okay! Okay!" Maxwell said, finally managing to get up. "Let's stop running, however, we will keep walking! I want us to be as far away from that idiot as possible!" The magician screamed in pain as he straightened his back.
"Okay ..." said Willow, relieved, since her legs could not take this run anymore, and the same applied to the other survivors, even the most athletic were already tired.
The survivors continued walking, slowly, although some did not really want to take any more steps. However, the walk was interrupted at dusk, when everyone was hungry, and they had to build a fire to roast the carrots and berries they had found.
"After we have dinner, we can continue on our way." Said Maxwell, sitting down on a fallen tree change.
"Young man, that's enough." Said Wickerbottom, sitting down next to him. "We have already gone too far today."
"I know, everyone is already tired, but he can't reach us, if not ..." The magician paused, indicating what would be the fate they would have if they were found by the tyrant. "We will not have another opportunity like this."
"Is this your plan?" Winona asked, irritated. "Do we run away from him forever? Without ever taking action that will solve our problems forever?"
"No, we just need time to prepare," replied Maxwell. "When we are ready, we will end this once and for all."
"Even if we kill him ..." said Wickerbottom. "He'll be back. The Touch Stones are spread all over Constant. And he sure must have effigies of flesh ..."
"He said he would find a way to get us back home." Said Winona. "It was stupid of us to listen to you, we should have stayed with him! He would find a way out of this hell!"
"Yeah, and before that, he would kill us." Said the magician, in a serious tone of voice.
"What's your plan anyway?" Winona shouted as she got up and went towards the magician. She was annoyed.
"My plan is to stay away from that bastard so that we can survive alone!" Maxwell yelled back, getting up too.
"I don't want to survive!" Protested Winona. "I want to live!"
"But for that, we need to not die first!" Exclaimed the magician.
"We will all die eventually!" Said Winona. "So, what difference will it make? And as Wickerbottom said, even if we manage to kill him, he will come back! And without a doubt, he will come back stronger than before, more prepared! Even if we are extremely strong, it will still be an uphill battle even if he use only your hands to fight! Imagine what he can do with us, or with all of Constant, if he really uses everything he has? Something tells me that he is hiding his full potential ... "
"If we think like that, we will never go anywhere!" Maxwell protested. "We have to get up to take down what he raised! It will take him a while to find us if we keep moving away!"
"The only way he can't find us is if we go to a place he has never been to before!" Said Winona. "And apparently, he knows every square, cubic, cylindrical and triangular inch of Constant!"
"This is impossible, there has to be some place that he doesn't know ..." Said the magician, with his hand on his chin, thoughtful, there would certainly be such a place, or at least that's what he thought.
"Following you was the stupidest decision we could make!" Said Winona, turning her back on Maxwell.
"Why don't you just support me?" He questioned as he screamed, following Winona.
"Leave me alone!" Shouted Winona. "Do you want to know why I don't support you? It's because my sister, Charlie, supported you and now she's out of control because of you! Do you remember this?"
"However, you refuse to destroy that miserable book!" The mechanics added, quickly.
The magician is silent for a moment. He couldn't deny it, since, technically, it was all his fault, even though it was far from his intention, Winona was absolutely right not to support him at that moment, however much Maxwell would like to deny it.
"My God, are you going to torment him for the rest of your life for this?" Willow asked irritably as she started toward Winona.
"Look, girl, I like you, but do yourself a favor, and don't mess with me! Don't go where they didn't call you! " Said Winona, looking at the pyromaniac.
Don't treat her like this, "said Maxwell, breaking his silence." ... I understand what you say, you are right not to trust me, but ... "The magician stopped for a moment, with a worried expression. "I just don't want him to continue torturing us, or even worse. You all know what he's capable of. "
"Not really." Winona replied darkly. "Nobody REALLY knows what he's capable of."
"I'm just upset that Dalton and Newton didn't come with us." Said Wickerbottom, scratching his head. "I'm afraid of what happened to them when the tyrant found out that we had escaped."
"I don't trust those men." Said Walry. "I feel like they told us off to that demon ..."
"Well, they chose to stay, so we can't do anything about it." Said the magician. "They don't know where we are currently, so at least that's not a problem."
"I don't think Dalton would report us to that asshole. He seemed to genuinely care about us!" Willow added.
"Considering that they are friends with that asshole, it is quite likely." Walry said bitterly. "They can be manipulative masters like that idiot!"
"I can't say." The magician committed thoughtfully. "Part of me wants to believe that they are good people, but we cannot trust anyone with absolute certainty, especially Wilson's friends."
"Gee, what happened to you?" Willow asked irritably. "Did you see how they reacted to Wilson's behavior the same day they arrived at Constant! How the hell were they trying to manipulate us?"
"I know, but still, I can't be sure. They've been alone with the tyrant on several occasions, you can't be sure." Maxwell said, he also wanted to believe that the two were not manipulative like his friend, but under these conditions it was difficult to trust anyone.
"Well, I think they are good guys!" Said Wickerbottom. "Dalton, who always showed a fearful stance, was truly courageous and determined to save Webber when Wilson refused to go after him."
"I'm still a little upset with him for calling me a demon, but I've already forgiven him." Commented Webber, smiling.
"He set out to help me overcome my yearning for death." Commented Wendy. "A beautiful gesture, but vain."
"They certainly look like good people." Maxwell commented. "I also want to believe that."
"Well, if we're really going to survive at Constant without that asshole now, we need to find a way to get home, I don't want to stay here forever!" Said Winona.
"We are going to fix it, I don't intend to stay in this place for long." Said the magician, already thinking about how he could do such a feat. "The faster we get out of here the better, we will be free of this horrible place and that imbecile forever."
"Okay then, but if we find a way to get home, shouldn't we tell him?" Asked Walter. "Although he is a scoundrel, I think abandoning him at Constant seems like a very cruel thing."
"For him to kill us before we can get back? I don't think it's a good idea." Maxwell replied. "And also, he must be finding a way to go back alone, he doesn't need our help."
"Never know!" Said Walter. "Besides, abandoning him, Dalton and Newton to stay with Constant forever seems like something he would do to us, and we shouldn't be acting like him."
"Tsc ... Okay, but we have to do it carefully, otherwise our escape will be ruined." Said the magician, reluctantly, he didn't want to help the tyrant in any way, but he also didn't want to match him by torturing other innocent survivors. "As soon as we tell him, preferably from a distance with a letter or something, we will be back on time, before he can sabotage our return or worse."
"Maybe we shouldn't be taking him with us." Willow said darkly.
"And why do you say that?" Asks Walter.
"Come on, boy!" Willow said, irritated. "Didn't you see the way that asshole acts? It makes Constant more hellish than it should be! If we take him back to our world, all living and possibly even dead people will be penalized for his presence, and then we will go back to square one, and our world will be condemned for our fault! Constant is the perfect prison for him! "
"But what about Newton and Dalton?" Asked Walter. "They don't deserve it! If we don't warn them, they'll be stuck here with him!"
"We can take them with us!" Willow replied.
"I doubt that they would be satisfied with the idea of leaving him forever at Constant! If we give him this proposal for them, they would undoubtedly deny it!"
"If they didn't want to run away with us, they definitely won't want to leave Wilson in this world." Said the magician. "Either we warn them and the three of them go back to our world, risking Wilson to make us hell again, or we don't warn them and the two of them are stuck here with him, those are our options."
"So, our choices are the blood of two innocents who helped us by the blood of millions of innocents of whom, the overwhelming majority we do not know, or else, the blood of millions of innocents we do not know by the blood of two innocents who helped us ..." Said Winona.
"It is a dilemma, but there is a very clear logical choice, although it is not exactly right." Maxwell continued. "Well, we have time to decide that, until we actually get out of here we will have already chosen."
"If we can." Said Winona. "If we can ..."
"I am really afraid that Dalton is right that we died and went to some kind of Hell..." She added, quickly.
"We are not in Hell or Purgatory!" Maxwell replied. "It was I who created this world."
"This world already existed before you, so you didn't necessarily create it." Said Winona. "Before you, there were these of them, and before these whose, there was that ancient civilization."
"But it is not Purgatory or Hell, we are alive, we just need to go back." Maxwell said that although he was very confident in what he said, he still had an uncertainty in his words, since no one was sure exactly what this place was about.
"Do you know how members of Ancient Civilization came and went, Mr Maxwell?" Webber questioned, approaching the magician.
"I don't know how they came about, but I know how they disappeared." He replied. "The Ancient Civilization members were older than the "Them". A proud species, they disappeared due to the excessive use of nightmare fuel." Maxwell replied, looking at the spider boy.
"Hey! What if these "Them" are members of Ancient Civilization corrupted just by using nightmare fuel?" Walter said suddenly. "If I'm not mistaken, you already said that this Charlie, became the monster of the night precisely for this substance!"
"Well ... it's a possibility." Replied the magician, a little reluctant to bring up the subject of his former partner.
"Well, let's sing a song to celebrate our freedom, eh!" Said Woodie, holding his faithful friend Lucy happily.
"No!" Maxwell said quickly. "Wilson may be walking around! Singing will get his attention! "
"What is it? He won't find us, mate! " Said Woodie, rising from the log on which he was sitting.
"No!" The magician repeated. "I don't want to take this risk."
The woodcutter sighed and sat down again, he was really frustrated and disappointed, all Woodie wanted at that moment was to throw a party to cheer up his friends, but he also understood the risk.
"And then, young man ..." Wickerbottom looked at Maxwell. "Are we going to continue on our way, or will we be able to sleep and rest?"
The magician put his hand on his head, he was burning with fever, and he also felt extremely tired, walking in the darkness of Constant in this situation would be an imbecile act.
"I suppose you are right, Mrs. Wickerbottom." He said. "Maybe we should take some time to rest."
Hearing this, some survivors put a faint smile on their faces, and lay down on the hard grass, next to the fire. It was uncomfortable, but it was better than sleeping in an extravagant facility under the tyrant's command.
