And there they were, Webber and Walter were running through one of the countless and gigantic, if not colossal, forests of the gigantic, if not colossal Constant. The climate, the landscapes, the night itself, was dark, gloomy and dark. The boy scout, who smiled widely and calmly, was in front of the indigestible, who was looking everywhere, visibly and greatly frightened.
Although having reconsidered this was a good idea, he did not want to disappoint his courageous friend, who, running on his heels, had let himself be carried away by emotion, distracted and forgetting that Webber was following him, he started to run faster and faster.
"Walter!" Screamed Webber, frightened and exhausted, while at all costs, trying to increase his speed of pace, to try to reach his friend, in vain, say in passing, the scout kept moving away. "Wait for me!"
- What?! - The boy scout exclaimed, still running, he couldn't hear his friend's words properly because of the distance between the two.
The spider boy stopped running so he could gather all the energies from his body for what he was going to do, he breathed and took a deep breath, and then, taking another breath, he accumulated a significant dose of air, and shouted: WALTER, WAIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Ah!" Walter soon braked, it was impossible not to hear a scream like that, thus allowing the spider boy to finally reach him.
As he approached, Webber stumbled and fell to the ground, and only after many seconds did he dare to lift his head. The poor indigestion was panting, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, he couldn't take another step, just as he felt he couldn't move any more muscle, otherwise he would die ...
"Nothing like a good run to do your lungs well!" Said Walter, smiling proudly.
"My lungs are crying, and they are writhing in pain and anguish!" Protested Webber, still completely exhausted.
"Oh, come on!" Said the fearless, helping his friend to get up. "We didn't even run that far!"
"Well, in my most sincere opinion, we already ran too far! Can we stop here?" Questioned Webber, massaging his aching head.
"I think we should go a little further!" Walter replied, with an air of determination. "But if you're as tired as you say, we can go walking."
"Okay, then ..." Nuttered Webber, at that point he didn't want to take another step, just as he was completely sorry to have accepted the proposal to go camping with Walter. And then, again, the two found themselves walking through the cold and mysterious forest.
"Is weird." Said Webber, feeling a little calmer. "We are going to camp, and we have always been camping since we joined Constant! So, what we are doing, kind of loses its meaning ..."
"Allow me to disagree." Walter replied cheerfully. "We are going to camp alone, just you and me, without all those adults around! In my opinion, it's a great differentiator ..."
"Well ... it's a little scary ..." Said the spider boy, he liked to be free from the tyrant and other adults for a while, but he couldn't deny that Constant hid terrifying and dangerous things, especially for two children alone.
The sense of despair only increased when a sudden and strong wind suddenly appeared, making the leaves of trees and bushes sway and rustle. A cold and gloomy climate flooded the forest, and the flame from the lamps, despite having recently been accessed, seemed to insist on wanting to extinguish with every second that passed ...
Both boys began to hear laughter, some almost like whispers, others scandalous and distorted. Webber was trembling with fear, in vain, walking clinging to the Boy Scout, so that he could offer him security and protection ...
The situation was so tense that even Walter seemed to be getting scared. The two small survivors were looking from side to side, just like Dalton, previously, they were seeing the same creatures that resembled the Nightmarebeaks and Crawling Nightmares that they had seen underground in this hell, however, they kept walking, not giving up. ..
Well, at least Walter hadn't completely given up on his purpose of going camping. Webber had simply regretted leaving his tent that day.
However, the spider boy saw a large and quick shadow, which had been intercepted by the light of the lanterns that he and his friend carried. At the same moment that shadow had passed over them, Webber was able to hear a deep and distorted laugh, it was as if several people were laughing at the same time ...
Most disturbingly, the silhouette was identical to the tyrant scientist.
"A-I think that was not a good idea ..." Said the spider boy, shaking, clearly very frightened, while his Scout friend tried his best to appear confident to calm his colleague, without much success.
Due to fear, distress, and discomfort the two young men started to walk faster and faster, while saying and insisting to themselves that this had just been a collective hallucination or something like that.
However, again under the light of their lanterns, they saw that same shadow pass, and instantly, a new laugh, this time squeaky, yet still distorted, echoed through the forest.
The young people were once again completely immobile, as if fear froze them in time, preventing them from taking even one more step, but as soon as this effect passed, they continued to follow, after all, standing still would be even worse.
After walking for a few kilometers, the young people started to calm down, because they thought that nightmare was over, that they had escaped what the hell it was, and now, finding an ideal place, they could finally camp, however, everything what the two of them wanted to do at that moment was simply to lie down and sleep, so that night would pass and never return, so that they could return to the safe haven, the same place they should never have left, where all the other survivors were.
Still, Walter tried to liven up his own nerves, and his friend's nerves. "Do you want me to tell a scary story?"
"Obviously not!" Replied Webber, completely irritated.
The spider boy was clearly not in a very good state for any story, he just wanted to go back to the camp at once and be safe at once. Even the Boy Scout, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, also wanted to go back to safety and rest, tonight was being terrifying.
"Come on! Give it a try! " Said Walter, insisting on trying to cheer up his friend. "The story that I am going to tell, talks about a psychotic lumberjack, who walks through the forests dragging a bloody ax looking for anything that had life in his veins, so he can pull it out of them ..." Said the fearless, with a big smile accompanied by a somber tone of voice.
The poor spider boy soon retired, visibly scared, while listening to his friend's story.
However, everything was suddenly interrupted, after a bloody ax hit the trunk of a tree that was a few centimeters behind Walter ... causing both boys to scream intensely, being extremely scared.
"I see you disobeyed me ..." said a familiar voice, causing Webber and Walter to start shivering and sweating coldly, being completely terrified when they heard that voice, which was approaching accompanied by a torchlight in the darkness. As the figure walked, the sharper the features of his face became ...
There he was, the camp leader, the mad scientist, the tyrant, whatever you want to call him ...
The point is, he was Wilson Percival Higgsbury ... And he had a wide, insane smile on his face ...
The boys froze instantly, felt their hearts stop for a moment when they saw the figure, it was as if death was warning his arrival, saying "This is the end."
"Don't hurt us!" Webber finally found the strength to scream, again hiding behind his companion Walter, who this time was really scared and upset.
"Hurt you?" Said Wilson, taking out his ax, which was stuck in that poor tree, and then starting to hit the blade with the tool in his own hand. "No, no, no! I would never do that ... "He said, with a laughing and mocking tone, accompanied by a cynical laugh, as he surrounded the two boys, who were still very scared. The tyrant was not the reliable type, he could undoubtedly be lying ...
"And what are you going to do with us?" Questioned Webber, managing once again to muster the courage to ask ...
The tyrant stood with his back to the two boys for a moment, and then, turning his head at a frightening speed, he said in a voice that was icy and darker than the weather around ... "I'll tell you a story ... "
Before the boys could even blink or say anything, they found themselves sitting on the floor, feeling Wilson's hands go around their necks. Webber couldn't stop shaking, the tyrant was holding the ax next to him. And after hearing a dark and disturbing story, the two boys were shaking with fear, being completely frightened, horrified and disturbed ...
"May this serve as a lesson, never to disobey me again, or else the punishment will be much worse!" Said Wilson, his face of sadistic joy rapidly turning into a frown of pure fury. "Now get up and follow me, back to the damn camp, the same one you should never have left."
The young people, without protesting, without saying a word, due to their fear, decided to faithfully follow the leader, however, the rustling of some bushes left them distracted ...
"W-What was that?" Questioned the spider boy, startled by any sound, while the tyrant, on the other hand, did not seem to care at all for the mysterious sound.
Wilson just kept walking away, thus giving Walter and Webber the opportunity to check what was causing such a move.
"Hey, let's investigate ..." Said the fearless, determined.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Walter." Said Webber, still very scared. "We don't know what could be behind this bush, and I don't want to make that bad man more angry than he already is ..."
"It'll be quick ..." Walter whispered, looking at his friend. "After we find out what it is, we follow it again!"
The two little adventurers then slowly approached the bushes. The night was silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the heartbeat of the indigestible and the rustle of those damned bushes ... the young men kept coming, and coming, and then ...
They found a strange creature, chewing some grass ...
It was a little Merm.
The two looked at each other, confused, they were confused, but also relieved, since they expected a terrifying monster or something even worse, especially the spider boy, who was already traumatized by the events of that terrible night.
After little Merm noticed the two boys, she jumped and started running, away from the spider boy and the scout.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Shouted Webber, grabbing his flashlight and starting to run after the little monster. Walter did not delay, and began to follow him ...
She was running fast, quite fast, it wouldn't be long before she disappeared into the bushes and trees of the forests, a few more seconds, and maybe they would never see her again ...
However, she faltered when she tripped over a rock, falling and giving the boys an opportunity to get closer.
"Hey, calm down ..." Said Webber, holding little Merm by the arm. "We are not going to hurt you ..."
As much as the spider boy tried to calm her down, it didn't seem to do much good, she squirmed and waved her arms, trying as hard as she could to escape, without any success.
"Walter, try to hold her around the waist!" Said Webber. "I'm going to try to talk to her and calm her down."
Obeying his friend's commands, Walter placed his hands on the waist of the little monster, which was still squirming and rocking his arms and legs, fighting against Walter's grip. Webber then stood in front of little Merm, who in an instant appeared to be mesmerized by the light of the indigestible's lantern.
"Hello ..." he said, with a wide smile. "My name is Webber."
Little Merm said nothing, still didn't seem to trust the spider boy, so she hesitated to talk to him, but Webber was willing to keep trying. However, her face was distracting him ...
The spider boy's smile had disappeared, and on his face, an expression of fascination appeared as he looked at Merm's face, in the light of the lantern ...
"How beautiful you are ..." Commented Webber, with his many eyes wide open with the purest and most genuine fascination. That Merm somehow seemed to captivate him ...
Little Merm didn't know how to react, it certainly wasn't what she expected to hear from the spider boy, she was confused, something that Webber soon noticed on her face.
Webber realized that she had stopped restraining and struggling, and then she looked at her fellow scout, and said, "Let her go, Walter! She won't be comfortable until you stop squeezing her."
Walter didn't hesitate to obey, and letting go of Merm, she didn't run away, just stood there, looking at Webber, still with a very confused expression.
"Well, let's start again ..." said Webber, with a shy smile returning to his face. "My name is Webber!" He said, placing his free hand on his chest. "What's your name?" He then pointed at her.
She looked at him for a few moments, until finally saying, in a hoarse voice: "Wurt."
"Wurt?" The spider boy thought for a moment, slightly worried little Merm, but soon his concern disappeared when he heard the boy's next words. "It's a beautiful name!" He said, again with a cheerful and friendly expression, although a little shy.
Webber moved a little closer to his new acquaintance, Wurt, looking into her two big eyes. "You have very beautiful eyes ..."
A strange dark green flush appeared on her face, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face, she seemed to be flattered ...
"I mean, you are entirely very beautiful." Webber added after a few seconds.
Meanwhile, the fearless man just stared at them, a little uncomfortably. He was certainly wondering the progress of this conversation, but decided to leave the moment of the two, after all, they did not want to end up scaring the little one again.
Little Wurt, still with a smile crossed, raised her hands towards Webber's eyes, she also thought they were beautiful ...
"Hang on!" Said the spider boy, a little scared. "You have sharp claws, it could hurt my eyes ..."
Little Merm then let out a noise of disappointment and hurt through her mouth, she really wanted to touch the eyes of the indigestible ...
"But hey! There are other ways to show affection!" Explained Webber, with a small, tender smile. "I will show you!"
The indigestible took little Merm's hand and squeezed it, delicately, hoping not to hurt her. "This is a handshake, we do this when we have just met someone, or when we say goodbye in a friendly way ..."
Webber then hugged her, wrapping her around the neck. "This is a hug, we do this when we meet someone we have known for a long time, and when we need to say goodbye ..."
"And last but not least ..." And then the spider boy closed all his eyes ...
And he kissed Wurt on the forehead ...
Little Merm, completely surprised, opened her eyes as wide as she could while the blush returned to her face. Even Walter was gaping, completely baffled and discredited, he really wasn't expecting it!
"This is called a kiss ..." explained Webber, breaking the kiss. "We do this when we meet a person we ardently love, and when we have to say goodbye, not knowing whether it can be a momentary goodbye or a goodbye forever ..."
"Understood?" The spider boy questioned, looking at her.
"F-Florp!" Replied Wurt, still very affected and ashamed by Webber's gestures.
"I'll take that as a yes ..." Said Webber, still with a light and tender smile on his face.
Walter was still ecstatic with this unexpected event, but soon recovered, shaking his head as if he were waking up from a dream, and soon signaling to Webber, it definitely wouldn't be a good idea to keep the tyrant waiting for a long time, considering what he could do .
"Well, we need to go ..." The spider boy soon stopped to think for a moment, having an idea. "Ah, do you want to come with us? We're going to a camp full of nice people!" He stopped again, thinking better of what he had said. "... Well, most, in this case ...
"Defamed me, brat?" Wilson's voice echoed through the room, causing Webber, Walter and Wurt to scream for the fright they had taken, in perfect sync. The little merm had quickly hidden behind her new friend, as she knew the atrocities the tyrant had done to his people ...
"I see you wasted time talking to that ugly, stupid beast." Wilson commented, pointing with his ax at Wurt.
"No!" Desperately, without even thinking twice, the spider boy soon threw himself in front, standing between the two. "Y-Sir, she hasn't done anything wrong, she's just lost!" Said Webber, clearly very nervous and frightened, even though he was trying to gather some courage to protect the little girl from the tyrant.
"And let me tell you, she is neither stupid nor ugly." Said Webber, deepening his tone, trying once again to gather courage. "You should respect her!"
The tyrant soon raised his ax, resting it on his shoulder. "Are you really going to face me, kid?" He asked, in an extremely serious and somber tone, looking directly into the poor boy's soul.
"I'm not facing you!" Protested Webber, quickly. "I'm just, merely asking for respect, not for me, but for her!"
Upon hearing this, the tyrant's sadistic scornful smile instantly disappeared, giving way to a frown. His lips were clenched, and he frowned. "Your tone of voice, your posture, revealed something very depressing to me. Dammit, I can perfectly imagine what your offspring will be like when you finish mating ..."
Upon hearing this, Walter opened his eyes as wide as he could, and let out a groan of pure disgust, he knew perfectly well what the tyrant meant by that, he knew what had gone through that scientist's dirty and sick mind, because unfortunately , the fearless parents had talked to him about certain "facts of life" that were really disturbing to any child ...
"What is mating?" The spider boy questioned, naively, he didn't know about it ...
"It's the same as having sex ..." replied Wilson, simply.
"What is sex?" Webber questioned, even more confused. The mention of that word only made Walter feel even more disgust, disgust that was visible on his face. Wurt didn't seem to understand anything either ...
"How the hell do you think the offspring of the species are born?" Wilson questioned angrily. "Do you think they are delivered by the stork?"
"Think." Replied Webber. "My parents always told me that ..."
The tyrant snarled with anger and frustration, but his scowl was soon replaced by a wide malevolent smile. He had had a diabolical idea ...
"Do this, ask the other adults in the camp tomorrow morning, I look forward to seeing what their reaction will be when they hear that you want to know what sex is ..." said Wilson, pleased with his sick idea.
"Right ..." replied Webber, still very confused. "But can we keep it?" The spider boy pointed to Wurt, who was still very scared.
"Well, staying with her means more hands to do the hard work, so I suppose she can at least have an advantage ..." said Wilson dryly. "Now follow me! And no matter what you see or hear, don't stop following me!"
Without hesitating to obey, the three children began to follow the tyrant to the camp. Webber can breathe easy, that nightmare was over, and they came out unscathed, in a way.
Before entering their tents, Walter approached Webber and said:
"Hey, do you like Wurt?" The boy scout questioned.
"But of course!" Webber replied promptly, with a wide smile. "She looks like a great friend!"
"No, I meant ... romantic." Walter explained.
"A-Ah ..." The young spider boy soon stopped talking, getting a little embarrassed and confused, he definitely didn't know how to answer that, he barely understood everything the romance involved, after all, as a child, he had never stopped to think about it much, no matter how much he knew what it was about.
"No ..." He finally replied, still a little embarrassed and confused. "I don't think so, I just thought she was cool, that's all!"
"Hey, brats! Get in your tents and go to sleep!" Wilson ordered, passing close to the two boys. Wurt was already dozing peacefully and peacefully in one of the reserve tents ...
Without answering any more, the youth obeyed and went into their tents.
And then, the day dawned, the sun radiated with pure and absolute radiance, frightening the creatures of darkness that hid among the trees and rocks of the forest, making room for a new and brave day. And the survivors, as usual, groaned in disgust when they heard their leader screaming to wake up.
"Attention, useless!" Said Wilson. "We just received a new member, for the group ..."
And hearing this, the group had several reactions, some survivors were excited to meet him, while others felt sorry for the next poor soul who would be tortured by the tyrant's cruel orders, but either way, everyone was curious as to who it would be.
Webber then quickly ran towards the reserve tent, so that he could call Wurt. "Hey, wake up! The day has already dawned, and your new co-workers are wanting to meet you!"
Some survivors were startled to hear some strange noises coming from that tent, it didn't seem like something any human could do, and that made Dalton a little nervous, he had been scared by Webber before, and now, considering what Constant was capable of. create and present ...
And then, Wurt came out of the tent, becoming visible to the eyes of the rest of the survivors.
The expressions of all the survivors, once distinct, now became just one, they were all clearly surprised and confused, what did a Merm child do here? That was what they asked themselves.
"Isn't she beautiful and cute?" Webber asked cheerfully.
In response, there was a brief silence from the survivors, as if they were thinking about what to say, it took a few seconds for one of them to decide to say something ...
"Err ..." That was all that came out of Winona's mouth, as she scratched her head.
"Well, she's definitely something ..." commented Willow, completely scared and disgusted by the appearance of the new friend of the indigestible.
"What did you mean by that?" Webber asked, frowning. His tone worsened a little, showing that he was a little suspicious and maybe even a little irritated by this response from the pyromaniac.
"She meant that your new friend is ugly." Wilson said simply, with a big smile of pleasure on his face. Ah, he loved to plant the seed of discord, and cause discord ...
"What?" Exclaimed Webber, beginning to let fury take over his body and mind. His teeth seemed to become sharper, and his eyes seemed to twitch and blink quickly ...
"Hey, nobody said that!" Exclaimed the pyromaniac, although Wilson was not exactly lying, she did not mean it in such a direct and rude way, but it was too late, Webber had understood the message well.
"Ah, you said that, but you used other words to try to hide it!" Wilson explained, smiling widely, mocking Willow. "Warly, I order you to make a popcorn for me! I want to enjoy this beautiful conflict ..."
"She's not ugly!" Protested Webber, stamping his foot on the ground as he approached the pyromaniac. "The only ugly thing here is your dry, lousy hair, your heart and your psychotic mind!"
"What?!" Willow said, genuinely offended, she didn't want to be rude before, but now she doesn't even care anymore. "That's enough! I tried to be nice, but I can't!"
Meanwhile, the tyrant watched with a satisfied smile, the situation was getting more and more interesting in his eyes.
"You never try to be kind!" Protested Webber, still completely enraged. "You have a bitter heart! You just try to disguise it with a friendly face and supposedly funny comments and jokes, but you are bitter, rotten inside, and sometimes you let it show! You don't appreciate flowers, you don't appreciate the beautiful, peaceful and friendly creatures of this world! All you know how to do is scoff at them, offend them, curse them and defame them! And the only thing that satisfies you is fire, fire, fire all hours of the day, and nothing else!"
"Webber ..." said Wickerbottom, in his serious tone, as he approached.
"No!" Once again, the spider boy protested. "I'm tired of hearing her complain about everything! All she knows how to do is sour the lives of others, intoxicate them with her derogatory comments, poison the joy of others!"
"Jeez!" Exclaimed the tyrant, as if surprised by a film, then putting a whole hand of his freshly prepared popcorn in his mouth, which by the way was being held by Warly, who was ordered to stand there holding it until the lazy tyrant finished eat.
"And you too, brat ..." said Willow, enraged, as she approached Webber, until she was held by Dalton.
"Miss Willow, please, he's just a kid, he ..."
"Let go of me, now!" He protested the pyromaniac, forcing the clumsy to release her. "I don't need your comments or your recommendations! Now this kid will also hear some truths!"
"Listen to me here, Webber ..." said Willow, lazily humming the name of the indigestible, in an attempt to show his contempt and scorn. "I knew you would be a real pain in my neck the first day I saw you! To hear you scream, cry, kick, complain, with your voice, which by the way, is very stupid and irritating, were real poisons for me! Your face while you are crying, in addition to being one of the ugliest things I have ever seen in this hell, if not the worst of them all, made me want to die of heartbreak! "
Yee-haw! "Cried Wilson, grabbing a large handful of popcorn and devouring it in a matter of seconds, and then punching Warly in the stomach, making him scream and squirm in pain, making him want to lie down on the bed. and cry. "Try to stand up! This is getting better and better! "
The cook said nothing, just held his pain while he forced himself to remain standing, after all, it would be even worse if he tried to say something. Meanwhile, the discussion that Wilson enjoyed so much continued ...
Wurt, seeing Webber and the pyromaniac discussing and saying unpleasant things to each other, was deeply hurt and saddened. Poor little Merm felt that all that discussion, that stress, was her fault, and hers alone. With big tears in her big eyes, she turned and started running towards the forest, making squeaky sounds as she ran, full of emotional pain.
Webber was about to continue talking when he realized this, leaving the discussion without even thinking twice to follow the little girl, desperate.
"Wurt!" He shouted the indigestible, entering the forest. "Wurt! Get back here!"
Dalton hit his own face. "Damn it!" He screamed.
"I'm going after them!" Said Newton, starting to chase the two children.
And then, another chase started, much to the sadness of the tyrant, who was very excited to see the discussion unfold. "Ah, it's over at the best part!" He exclaimed, slapping the rest of the popcorn out of the cook's hand.
The more Wurt walked away, the more Webber became hopeless about reconciling her with the rest of the camp, but he had to try!
"Wurt!" The indigestible screamed again, tirelessly running. "Wurt, please!"
Little Merm, was torn between continuing to run so that the well-being and peace between her friend and the rest of the group was possible, and stop running to receive the affection, the affection, the affection, that she wanted to be comforted. Her affective needs won the argument, and she instantly stopped running when she heard Webber calling her name again.
"Wurt, thanks for stopping!" Said the spider boy, cradling the little girl in a sweet, big, sweet hug.
And just behind Newton came, running desperately, thinking that he would never reach them, only to find that they had stopped, giving enormous relief.
When Webber disengaged himself from the tight embrace, he gently and lovingly wiped the tears from his friend, who was still crying bitterly. Then she hugged him again, my goodness, she was suffering so much ...
"Shh ... it's okay!" Said Webber, stroking Wurt's back warmly. "Forgive me if I scared you, it wasn't my intention."
As they again broke away from a loving embrace, the indigestible placed his hands on her chin. "Allow me to teach you a lesson now, Wurt. Never let yourself be affected by people who scoff at your looks, feelings and beliefs, and keep your distance from them until these people change, because if they don't, at least for me, they will never be able to become friends someday. And in my eyes Wurt, you are the most beautiful being I have ever seen, in my entire life! "
Even Newton, who was just watching from a distance, was moved by the young boy's words, even though he was so young he was great with words.
However, in addition to the tyrant's brother, another figure was watching the happy young couple lovingly console themselves in the bushes ...
Wendy, Wendy Carter, who had her eyes wide. Hell, she was so gaping at the sweet, tender words that Webber had lovingly and warmly given to Wurt.
And the desolate little girl never expected and never expected that he would be able to utter such an affectionate discussion of self-love and self-confidence, because in her eyes, that would not be something that Webber could do due to her personality. She remembered the indigestible being so childish and silly, but these days, he has changed so much ...
And the way he looked at Wurt, he looked at her with such warmth, and affection ...
Something hurt inside Wendy, she felt a great mix of emotions and feelings inside and outside. It felt like her heart was burning, breaking, and she felt so much like crying, pouring waterfalls through her eyes, but at the same time, she felt so angry ...
She felt as if she had been betrayed, humiliated, beaten and stolen. And she didn't know the reason for all this, for all these emotions and feelings ...
All she could think of at that moment was that Webber had never looked at her that way ...
And Wendy, with clenched teeth, felt something inside her, die even more when she saw the indigestible kiss the little merm on the forehead ...
"The most beautiful being I have ever seen, in my entire life ..." Said the desolate little girl, not realizing that a single tear was coming down from her eyes, as she repeated Webber's words.
However, she quickly opened her eyes wide when she realized that the spider boy had turned around and found her in the bushes. "Wendy?" He exclaimed, confused.
"What you want?" Asked the little one, while she rubbed her eyes, with her back to the spider boy, she didn't even want to look him in the eyes. She emitted an unusual amount of emotion in her voice, a mixture of anger and palpable sadness, very different from her ordinary, dead and feelingless voice.
"Nothing." Webber replied, a little confused. "I'm just curious as to why you're here."
"I saw you running, and I went after you ..." Wendy instantly regretted having said those words, as her tone seemed to have broken more than before. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't get in trouble!"
"You are crying?" The indigestion questioned, confused, as he touched the shoulder of the desolate little girl.
She froze, closed her eyes, while tears kept coming down her eyes. Wendy counted to three, trying to calm down. "No, and that is not in your interest!" She said, letting the anger take control of her words, actions and mind, as she quickly walked away.
"Hang on!" Exclaimed Webber, following her, he would not give up until he got answers. Wurt, watching his friend walk away, started to follow him.
Newton, the scientist who was present, had realized from the beginning of the conversation between the two children that something was wrong, and then, slapping his own face, said: "I'm sensing a big tide of problems for that day!" He then began to chase the children, who quickly moved away.
"Oh, please, for God's sake! At least once in my life, leave me alone!" She exclaimed, irritated, as she started to run as fast as she could, to lose her old friend.
"I ... I just want to know what happened!" The spider boy said as he accelerated his run, with a little difficulty speaking because of that.
Wendy didn't answer, more because she had nothing to answer than because she didn't want to, she just kept running and running, until finally, again entering the camp, where all the survivors were still gathered. The girl passed them all, her hands covering her eyes, trying to hide her tears, and then she kept running, again entering the forest.
"But what is ..." The clumsy man could not finish speaking, as Webber had emerged from the trees and bushes of the forest and shouted for his friend's name. "Wendy! Get back here!"
The indigestible continued his persecution, but he had been stopped by Dalton. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down! Could you please explain to me what's going on?"
"Sorry, but I don't have time!" She protested Webber, struggling, trying to break free of Dalton's firm grip on her shoulders. "Let me go!"
"Calm down!" She exclaimed the clumsy one, looking directly into the little spider boy's eyes, making him a little less agitated. "Tell me what happened and we can work it out together!"
I don't even know what happened! "The indigestible replied." I just found Wendy in the bushes, and when I went to talk to her, she acted a little rude to me, and then started to walk away, and when I followed her , she started running, trying to run away from me! "
"Hmm ..." The clumsy man had to think for just a moment to understand the situation, then let go of the boy. "Got it, come on then!"
"I think you better go alone, my dear." Said Wickerbottom, the librarian, as she slowly approached. "Little Webber and Miss Willow are asked to apologize to each other."
"Well ... It's true ..." Said the clumsy man, a little reluctant to talk to the little girl alone, but he wanted to help her, especially since he was well aware of the situation involving the two.
After that, Dalton withdrew from the presence of his companions and his camp and entered the great forest, which seemed to be quite peaceful, were it not for all the evil, demonic influence and the evil aura of the monsters that passed or were nearby from that region ...
Constant was a master at lying and cheating. She used disguises and fantasies to cover her landscapes and horizons, giving her survivors a false sense of comfort and security, and when they least expected it, nightfall, Charlie strolled, sang and danced freely around the camps, stalking her possible future victims. Not only that, but the survivors also heard the sounds and growls of the monsters, their footsteps and footprints, and of course, there were also events like earthquakes, storms, blizzards, lightning striking, burning and destroying plantations and structures, and all that it was mentioned contributed to the slip, to the drainage of his sanity and the awakening of his fear, madness, anxiety and insanity.
And in this world, the nightmares became more real than they could ever become, and they would hurt you more than they could ever hurt ...
The truth is, even the most innocent things in this world, can in the blink of an eye turn into the darkest things your eyes could and could not witness. So, don't trust even one rabbit ...
But finally, walking for a few more seconds, the clumsy man had found little Wendy huddled and seated among thorns. It was a depressing sight, she seemed to be feeling so insignificant.
"Wendy?" Said Dalton, a little scared.
The poor girl soon turned to the clumsy one, allowing him to see the tears streaming down from her eyes, and then stood up, about to run out again, but hesitated when she heard Dalton speak again. "Hang on!" He exclaimed, getting closer. "It's just me! I just want to know what happened!"
She continued running for a few more seconds, until she stopped and straightened her body, thus freezing in a static pose. The only things that insisted on moving, were the strands of her hair, which swayed according to the force of the wind, and the tears, which insisted on descending from her eyes. And then, she turned so that she could look at the scientist, not bothering to let him see her tears ...
The man approached, and then knelt with only one leg, so that he could get a little closer to the girl, who was slowly approaching, wiping tears from her. "Please, explain to me what happened." He said, in a tender, almost parental tone.
"I do not know." She replied, still wiping away her tears. "I just don't know! When Webber and Newton entered the forest to look for that ugly merm, I followed them, and among the bushes in which I hid, I found Webber and Wurt talking and hugging. And then, I heard Webber say about how Wurt was the most beautiful being he had seen in his entire life! And not only that, but I also saw him kissing her! "
"And then?" She questioned Dalton, beginning to be more clear about the matter, discovering the reason for the girl's tears.
"And then, in that moment, I felt such a great and strong pain inside me ..." She said, placing her hands on her chest. "It felt like my heart and soul, and not just those things, but how my whole body was writhing, breaking and falling! And accompanied by these feelings, sensations and emotions, I at that moment, for some reason, I experienced and felt an extreme anger and sadness within my being, and I cannot explain the reason, for all this! I just ... felt betrayed, hurt and beaten ... "
Dalton already understood the situation completely, it hurt the heart of the clumsy to see how bad the little girl was in terms of the situation, and the one who technically caused all this didn't even know what was going on, really tragic.
Another thing that frightened and disturbed the clumsy was that Wendy, at such a young age, already experienced emotions and feelings like these! This was extremely precocious!
"I suppose you are jealous, my dear, romantic jealousy ..." Dalton explained, calmly and tenderly, although he was still very confused and stunned by this subject. "Which is surprising, considering your age! You are too young to have emotions like that ..."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Exclaimed the little girl, refusing to believe the words of the clumsy, she did not accept, despite knowing that it was true.
"In fact, I know VERY well what I'm talking about, and you know a lot about it." Dalton replied, frowning. "I am an expert on these things, Wendy! Your narrative, your bodily signals, only prove it!"
The girl stopped for a moment, she had nothing to say, after all, Dalton was completely right, however, she still didn't want to believe it. "Y-You don't know anything ..." said Wendy, looking away from the clumsy, she couldn't look at him while she denied such true statements.
"In fact, I know a lot of things, a lot of things!" Dalton replied, still calmly. "And by the way, again, you confirmed my statement. You looked away, a gesture typically seen when people are clearly lying."
The girl sighed, accepting that she had failed. "Okay, maybe that's true ..." She admitted. "But it's weird, I've never felt romantic affection for Webber before, it's weird that it shows up now ..."
"Regardless of how it is, you couldn't date in any way." Said the clumsy, looking directly at her. "In my simple opinion, you two are too young for that! You should be joking, enjoying each other's company, and waiting for the years to pass so that you can grow, and then, when you are sufficiently and appropriately mature, you started thinking about these things ! "
"I know, everyone says that, but ... Still, I feel ..." The little girl closed her hands in fists as she spoke, she was really feeling bad about the situation.
"I understand your feelings, and your situation." Dalton replied, placing his hand on the desolate little girl's shoulder. "But see, if it serves as a consolation, perhaps Webber is not really in love with Wurt or she with him! In the most optimistic possibility, you are just misinterpreting the way they both acted, and in the most pessimistic possibility ..." Dalton looked up for a while, looking for a way to explain to Wendy what he meant in a way that she could understand.
"Let's just say that he is crawling early and taking his first steps into his romantic feelings." The scientist explained, fearing that Wendy could not understand what he was trying to say.
The girl did not seem to be very excited about those words, no matter how hard he tried. She had already accepted that she really felt that, however, she was still sad.
"And in any case, if Webber and Wurt are really in love, they wouldn't be able to date anyway, as they are children, and children shouldn't be dating just and simply for the simple fact that they are not prepared for it." Dalton said, standing up.
"I know I know!" Said the girl, already tired of hearing it from all adults. "But anyway..."
"Breathe and inhale, my dear little one." Said Dalton, again kneeling, and then, much to Wendy's dismay, pulling her into a hug. "You are still too young to worry about these things, worry about living your life, go and learn to discover yourself, and above all, learn to love yourself."
The girl tried to calm down, following the instructions of the clumsy, little by little, she was getting a little more relaxed, although not completely.
"Come on ..." said Dalton, once again rising from the floor. "We have to get back to camp! I don't even want to imagine what Wilson could do if we take too long to get back!"
"But ... he'll be there ..." said the girl, reluctant to return. "I don't know if I'll be able to look at him after that ..."
"We will have to return eventually, Wendy." Dalton replied, offering his hand to her. "Remember, they may not be in love with each other, and if they are, they are too young for a romantic relationship between them to be allowed by me or any other adult in the camp."
"So, shall we go?" She questioned the clumsy, waiting for the answer from the desolate.
Wendy just sighed, and took the scientist's hand. "So be it, then ..." she said, still reluctantly.
And then, the two were walking back to the camp, the girl was scared, she didn't know what would happen when she got there, or more specifically, she didn't know what it would be like and what she would feel when she saw Webber again.
Well, Wilson was not irritated by the time that Dalton and Wendy "wasted" taking care of those needs while they could be taking care of their chores, quite the contrary, he was in a good mood! In normal situations, the tyrant would have already gone after the other scientist and the girl, pulled them by force and ordered everyone to go to collect materials, food and the like, but the reason he still hasn't done it, was because he was enjoying the pain and disgrace of Willow and Webber ...
"Are you trying to rip my ear off?" Exclaimed the pyromaniac, completely irritated, as her ear was pulled by Mrs. Wickerbottom, the elderly librarian.
"And are you trying to rip my cheek?" Exclaimed Webber, as irritated as Willow, as his cheek was pulled.
"Apologize to each other!" Said Wickerbottom, looking at each other.
"I do not!" He exclaimed the pyromaniac, refused to believe that she had done something wrong, and the spider boy was not much different either, he was only there because of the librarian.
"Apologize to each other!" Wickerbottom repeated, without raising his voice, as he tugged even more hard on the troubled ear and cheek.
"NO!" Exclaim Webber and Willow, at the same time, completely enraged.
"I will say just one more time ..." said Wickerbottom, still without raising his tone, while his tug acquired a strength that would truly be able to pull out the pyromaniac's ear, and the indigestible's cheek. "Apologize to each other."
"OK!" The pyromaniac screamed, too tired to continue resisting.
"Okay, but please, stop hurting me!" Said Webber, he was also tired of having his cheek pulled.
"Hmph!" The librarian dropped them both, crossing her arms with an angry expression.
"I'm sorry, Webber ..." said Willow, extending his hand to the indigestible, without looking at him.
"Try to look at his face while apologizing!" She protested Wickerbottom, irritated.
The pyromaniac just snorted, and turned her face so that she could look at the one with whom she had disagreements.
"I'm sorry." She said, again, but now looking at the spider boy.
"We come back!" Exclaimed Dalton, as he was accompanied by Wendy, who was still firmly holding his hand.
"Finally!" Exclaimed the librarian, looking at the two. "Now, Wendy, could you explain to us what happened?"
The girl did not answer, she was still reluctant, even after the conversation with Dalton.
"There is nothing you should be concerned about!" Dalton replied, smiling slightly. "She was crying because he had accumulated a wide range of negative emotional charge, to the point of leaving her completely fragile and her emotions and feelings finally burst into tears, remembering her late sister, Abigail, seeing Webber and Wurt talking and treating in such an affectionate and loving way. However, she and I have already talked, and everything has been completely clarified and resolved, any questions? "
The survivors were a little confused and suspicious, especially Webber, but for the most part they accepted the explanation of the clumsy, although the spider boy did not exactly believe it.
Wendy, with her mouth open and her eyes wide open, looked and insisted on looking at the clumsy. He had saved her from great embarrassment, and who knows, from great punishment ...
The tyrant, in turn, observed and analyzed that scene, with his face visibly disgusted and bored, as if he were suffering watching this moment, as he rolled his eyes from side to side and sighed, tired, frustrated and exhausted .. .
However, his frown quickly turned into a face accompanied by an expression of sickly amusement. Rising from the felled tree trunk on which he was sitting, he approached Webber, still with that wide, psychotic and menacing smile on his face.
"Webber, I suppose it's time to ask your question about the facts of life ..." said Wilson, his smile widening by the second.
"Oh, sure ..." said Webber, a little scared and confused by the expression on the camp leader's face. "Guys, I have a question, could you answer?"
"But of course, my dear!" Replied Wickerbottom. The librarian sat down on a tree trunk, and slowly raised her teacup and brought it to her mouth, so that she could enjoy its delicious, seductive, sublime, elegant and warm drink. "Which is?" She asked, pulling her lips away from the cup.
"What is sex?" He asked, naively.
The librarian spat out all the tea she was drinking, while Dalton choked on the Berries he was tasting. Such a scene made the tyrant lose himself in a long and scandalous laugh. But not only Dalton and Mrs. Wickerbottom were affected by Webber's disturbing question, all the adults present widened their eyes as much as was humanly possible and gasped, questioning and asking themselves whether or not they had heard such a question. But it wasn't just the adults who were upset, Wendy and Walter also looked horrified ...
"My dear ..." said Wickerbottom, trying to hide his fright and concern, in a gentle tone of voice. "First of all, why are you asking this?"
"Well ..." Webber looked down, he was embarrassed. "Walter and I yesterday disobeyed the orders of our leader, and went camping, and then, when he found us, he ordered us to follow him so that we could return to the camp, only halfway, we found our new friend, Wurt, but I think we ended up scaring her, because she started running so she could escape us, but Walter and I ran after her, caught up with her and I tried to reassure her, it took some time, but I did. But our leader found us, and on hearing him call Wurt ugly, I defended her! But then ... "
The indigestion pointed to the tyrant, who continued to smile widely. "He said some confusing things to me, saying that my tone of voice and posture revealed something very depressing to him, saying that he could perfectly imagine what our offspring would be like when me and Wurt finished mating ..."
"WHAT?" Shouted Dalton, completely discredited. He couldn't believe he really heard that! He should be having auditory hallucinations, that's it! This is the only option, the only possibility! "WILSON? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING THROUGH YOUR DISTURBED MIND?
The tyrant just shrugged, still with a stupid smile on his face, he paid little attention to what the other survivors would think about him for saying that.
"How disgusting!" Willow exclaimed, with complete disgust. "You are the most complete lunatic! Your parents should intern you!"
"To keep you company? No, thank you very much!" Wilson replied, still smiling.
"You are disgusting, you psychopath!" Shouted Winona, as disturbed as everyone else. "Jesus Christ, eternal, loved and merciful ... did you lose your mind?"
The one who suffered most from Wilson's dark and dark sickening thoughts was Wendy. Unfortunately, she knew perfectly well what the "sex" was about. Well, she had figured it out on her own, when once, behind the door, she had decided to overhear a conversation her parents were having with her and Abigail's cousin in their room, and well ... they were commenting and explaining in detail just about those things ...
And of course, that tyrant's comment completely disgusted the desolate little one, and only made her thoughts, emotions and feelings about what she had seen happen between Webber and her new friend, Wurt ...
"Well, it's not my problem!" The tyrant soon left the room, laughing, leaving this problem for others to solve.
"This guy ..." The pyromaniac said as she gnashed her teeth, it was impossible not to be irritated around Wilson, not even the calmest person in the world could do it.
"Explain to him what sex is about, because if they don't, I'll do it myself, and I'll tell you all the details!" The tyrant warned in a loud voice. "And you know very well that I really do this ..."
The clumsy man took a deep breath, it seems that there was no way, he would have to find a decent way to explain all this to the boy, without ending all the innocence that was left in him.
"Well, my dear Webber ..." said Dalton, kneeling down. "I suppose now is the time for a conversation about the facts of life ... Mrs. Wickerbottom, please, I would not usually ask that of a lady, but considering the situation, I may need a female help to explain such a matter in a way, more ... delicate ... "
The librarian sighed, her hand over her mouth. He was as discredited as anyone. "Okay, I'll do my best ..."
Well, some time passed, the scientist and the librarian explained in the way they thought it would be less impactful, disturbing, disgusting and disgusting, but I must emphasize, that it was not very effective, considering the grimaces of disgust that appeared on the poor boy's face spider, which appeared to be getting deeply traumatized.
"And that's basically it ..." said Dalton, giving the explanations as finished. "How do you feel knowing that?"
The boy's expression was indescribable, I couldn't tell if it was disgust, confusion, trauma or a mixture of the three, but he was certainly better without all that information in his mind, there was no doubt. "Goodbye, childhood innocence ..." said Webber simply, with his eyes wide open.
The librarian and the clumsy looked at each other, what had they done? An innocent child had been traumatized completely and they were the cause of it ... Well, at least it was drastically better than anything Wilson was going to do.
"I still can't believe we did that." Dalton commented, getting up, tired of the explanations and the embarrassment that involved him, as well as everyone around him.
"Well, he would have to know at some point ..." said Wickerbottom, rubbing her face while shaking her head negatively, she was also completely exhausted and discredited that she had actually done that.
"So, how was the Biology class? Did you like what you learned?" Wilson asked with a big smile as he approached. He carried and rested his ax over his shoulder.
Webber didn't even answer, he was still processing all the information that was being pushed into his brain, while his two teachers were rethinking his life choices, all perfectly the way the scientist expected.
"Well, since everything is already settled, I guess the time for comedy is over, so ..."
"GO BACK TO WORK!" Screamed Wilson, with a tone of pure threat. Look, I'm not even going to try to describe how horrible and traumatizing the tyrant's scream had been, you can only say, it seemed to be a cry that only the Devil himself would be able to give, not to mention the fact that the timbre of the cry had been so intense, that everyone's ear was beeping.
"Are you trying to make us deaf?" Dalton asked, stunned. "I think all of the violence in your screams is extremely ..."
"GO!" Screamed Wilson, still with the same intensity. The clumsy man took a deep breath, so he could recover from the fright, and with an effort, he took a pickaxe and said: "Let's get this over with ..." The man then turned and started walking towards the forest, so that could find stones he could mine.
Upon seeing this, all the other survivors took their own tools and went to their respective jobs. No one was particularly excited, obviously, once again the routine began, or rather, the tyrant's torture.
However, his brother's rough routine would not be the most stressful thing Newton could face, after all, there were more intense things to fear and to worry about ...
The survivors worked hard. Dalton, trying in vain to mislead the cruelties of his old friend, and apparently his newest enemy, offered to do all the work the children had been asked to do, however, it was no use, Wilson had discovered it somehow. in which nobody could figure out how. There were no physical punishments, only mockery and mockery, however, when he was asked how he had unraveled the cheating and the secret, he only replied that he had many eyes and many ears in many places, and so the speech ended. And then, at dusk, everyone went into their tents ...
Newton, entering his tent, lay down, and merely blinking, fell asleep, as the day had been exhausting. And just as quickly he woke up as he blinked and fell asleep ...
Then, getting up, the scientist yawned. He was wondering how he had managed to wake up before his brother echoed one of his scandalous screams, but abandoning the insignificant importance it had, he smoothed the back of his neck, and with his eyes closed, he withdrew from his tent ...
See, Newton liked to think that the quality of a day could easily be measured by how fresh an air looks when it is breathed. He knew it wasn't scientific at all, however, he didn't care, it was a good thought ...
He sneezed, and the air was pure and refreshing, yes! It would be a good day! Opening his eyes, he felt his happiness fade when he saw that everything around him had been desecrated by funereal shades of gray and black ...
The sun was black as a bag of silicon, and the very air around it seemed to darken and fade ...
Newton was a genuine and genuine skeptic, however, he knew how to keep his mind open. Perhaps it was just an eclipse like any other! A common natural phenomenon, nothing supernatural or anything ...
However, at Constant, the supernatural is normal and natural ...
And if something really supernatural was happening here, the scientist couldn't even imagine what that meant ...
His first impulse was to run towards his brother's tent, but when he desperately opened it, he was not inside. Confused and distressed, Newton began to check tent by tent, with great anguish filling and flooding him when he saw that none of them seemed to be occupied. And in examining the last remaining tent, his suspicions and fears had been confirmed ...
No survivors were there ...
Placing his hand on his forehead, and sighing nervously, the scientist thought and rethought what he should do next. Waiting for someone to appear, or going in search of the other survivors seemed to be the only paths he had, and both had great risks ...
If he waited for the others to return, they might not return, considering the possibility of being in danger, of being injured, and who knows, even dead! And not to mention, that in that place, he could be an easy prey for some murderer ...
If he went to get the survivors, and they returned to the camp a few seconds or minutes after he entered the forest, it would be unnecessary stress, not to mention that if he went too far and found himself lost in Constant, and who knows, even being hunted for some reason, he would be too far away to ask his friends for help ...
Basically, in the two paths to be chosen, both presented risks and possibilities of injury and even death ...
In the end, the decision to go look for his friends prevailed, yet the scientist was a little reluctant. "Wilson! Dalton! " Newton screamed, pacing. "Brother, where are you?"
However, the sound of a spider's growl caught the attention of the scientist, who quickly turned to look at the little arthropod ...
The creature was strange, it had neither eyes nor mouth, and it had thinner legs, being very different from the spiders that Constant survivors used to see. That spider, it seemed to be literally the shadow of a spider ...
Newton just took a few steps back, and raised his spear towards that strange and mysterious creature, which, to the scientist's surprise, lifted his body upwards with the support of his paws, and then began to grow, to grow and to grow ...
To the point of reaching a size, which without a shadow of a doubt, Newton could be devoured with just one bite ...
Newton was shaking, he could barely stand, fear dominated his mind, was it now that he would meet his cruel destiny? Would he be wiped out by the monster without even finding out the whereabouts of his companions? Those were the only thoughts that filled his mind in that brief moment.
The scientist heard a voice, a strange, distorted and nebulous voice, a voice that echoed from inside his being, out ...
"I want to eat you..."
Was that creature somehow communicating with him?
Before he could reach such conclusions, the spider had quickly raised one of its sharp legs, as someone raises a scythe, to reap the life and soul of the poor man who was in front of him, but narrowly, literally for a big graze that had opened a big wound on his back, he had managed to escape, even though he was hurt ...
And then, a desperate and hurried pursuit occurred. The spider chased the scientist at all costs, and with its paws, tried countless and countless times to kill him, however, as a form of defense, Newton hid and squeezed, passing through cracks, trees that were very close to each other , which made it difficult and sometimes prevented the beast from continuing to pursue it efficiently, thus delaying it.
However, the creature would not easily give up, Newton concluded, seconds before he stumbled and rolled across a gorge several meters high. When he fell to the ground, he tried to get up as fast as he could, and turning around, he could see that the giant spider that was chasing him watched him from afar, over the canyon from which he had fallen.
The scientist sighed in relief, thinking that that monster had given up on its hunt, but before it could even blink, the spider had jumped out of the canyon, and was falling towards you!
The man soon rolled onto his side, narrowly being crushed by the impact of the huge monster landing on the ground, he had seen his entire life pass in front of him for the thousandth time in the day.
My goodness, he was feeling really more and more exhausted with each step taken, and that was a very serious problem, because it could result in his death! But unfortunately, the tiredness seemed to be becoming stronger than his will to live, because his legs had weakened, and his vision was becoming blurred.
In short, he was feeling the prisoner of his sedentary lifestyle ...
Because his steps widened and became faster as he started to feel raindrops on his head, and to his surprise, a great storm took him and drops as black as coal began to fall from the sky, drops that resembled perfectly with what his brother had called "Nightmare Fuel." ...
And then, another strange phenomenon started to run, his vision darkened every second, preventing him from filling up with whatever was in front of him, and instantly in the next second, it returned, this in an apparently infinite cycle, while he continued desperately, trying with all his might and strength, to escape from that giant spider, and apparently, she was no longer alone!
Newton risked looking back for a few seconds and felt a strange sensation, which could only be described as his soul leaving his physical body, when he saw the gigantic spider being accompanied by other spiders, smaller than itself, but much larger than the usual size stipulated by Constant.
With this vision, the scientist found the strength he lacked to keep running, and gave him again the desire to survive, to live and to stay alive, however, tiredness again won the war of wills, weakening Newton's legs, while those beasts with their long paws seemed to become faster by the second, by the minute! Newton's vision was blurred again, and as he collapsed on the ground after losing his balance, he knew it would be his end ...
The poor man looked back, knowing that what he would see next would be a large army of hungry spiders. And in fact, it was a frightening sight ...
However, when he was about to be hit by the giant leader, all those monstrosities suddenly disappeared, before his eyes ...
"What?" Newton questioned, quickly rising, completely discredited with what he had seen happen. "What the hell happened here?"
However, the scientist was unable to draw his conclusions about what had happened, as he had intercepted a large and tall black figure passing through the trees, in addition to hearing a strange laugh, which was distorted and deep. Well, the shape resembled the shadow of someone or something, and whatever it was, it was able to move very, very fast ...
And then, turning his gaze backwards, among some large trees, Newton found the gigantic shadow of his gigantic brother, and the size matched exactly the figure he had seen passing around him. However, there was no sign of his brother, only of his big and lonely shadow of his brother ...
"Wilson!" Newton shouted as he approached the shadow in an attempt to summon his brother.
Well, imagine the surprise of your scientist, when he saw the head of the tyrant's shadow fall, abandon his own body and fall to the ground ...
Upon seeing such a scene, Newton widened his eyes as much as was humanly possible, while his legs and chin jumped frantically. The scientist felt extremely weak, in addition to feeling a strange pain inside him, a pain that resembled a hole, a void, that just grew and grew, while his head, his mind, burned as if they were burning in the most ardent. and fiery level of hell ...
However, the poor soul just became more and more tormented and disturbed to see his brother's shadow simply disappear in the air, and then, with a dark, dark and distorted whisper of wind, resurface in front of him and further darken the sky and the air around him, making the man stagger and fall backwards with the great fright he had taken ...
There she was, again, her brother's gigantic shadow, black as night, black as coal, approaching him as if he were a normal person, just any human ...
But the disturbing was yet to come ...
Bright eyes and a wide mouth, full of sharp teeth, capable of giving the most deadly and bloody bites that any creature could experience, appeared on the shadow's face ...
"Greetings ..." Said the shadow, transforming one of his arms into a gigantic ax, completely black, as well as the rest of his "body". "I'm Shadow Wilson!"
The poor scientist took a few steps back, almost falling again, he was completely frightened, he couldn't even get a word out of his mouth in front of the being in front of him, despite being such a familiar silhouette, he looked like something from another world, and well, in a way it was.
"What?" Newton finally managed to find the strength to say something, although he remained completely baffled and frightened. "What?" He repeated.
Upon noticing the scientist's feeling of fear, the shadow continued to smile, more and more wide-eyed, revealing more and more its large and misshapen teeth. "Don't be surprised, Newton! Dalton and little Wendy invoked me for their commotion and afflictions, and I sniffed them out, coming over here so I could feed ... "
"But what...?" The scientist still did not seem to believe what he was seeing, much less understood what the being was saying, it did not make any sense, however, it was not the first or the last nonsense in this place.
"I am an infection, a darkness, that comes from within, and that comes from outside ..." Said Shadow Wilson, with his voice becoming thicker and more distorted, as his own "body" also seemed to suffer some small distortions. "And don't even try to puke me out inside your mind, because I exist inside, and outside it ..."
"After all, what the hell is going on here?" Newton questioned, allowing his anger to replace his fear for a few moments.
"And what the hell do you think I am?" The shadow questioned. "I am a being of body, mind and dark desires ..."
"Stop this philosophical and enigmatic conversation, and try to explain in detail what you are, and what you want!" Protested Newton, who was quickly surprised to see the obscure being extend his arm and hold him by the neck, pulling him close.
"Make no mistake ..." Shadow Wilson's voice had abruptly stopped being deep and distorted, now it seemed to be almost a whisper. "Don't underestimate me, don't treat me like an emotion, a feeling, a shadow, an insignificant person, because I am all these things, and I am only one! And underestimate my enigmas, my codes, my mysteries, and the death that physical and mental that you will face will be tense! Not only that, but your mind is in danger of fragmenting and plunging into torments in misfortune, true mental and physical hell! "
"Allow me to demonstrate ..." The being then placed one of its sharp claws on the scientist's neck, and even though the dark creature was not squeezing him, Newton strangely felt a strong grip on the region. "Eat mental demons ..."
A third arm left the shadow's "body" and slid through the air, until it reached the region of Newton's head, which instantly began to feel that burning sensation in his head more intensely, as the world around him seemed to move. shatter and darken more and more. And as he looked at that enigmatic creature, who had strangely gained a red aura around him, Newton felt increasingly strange and weak ...
Not to mention that the poor gentleman felt deep pains in his heart, it was as if he were being torn apart by very sharp claws, besides feeling a great pain in his lungs, as if they were squeezing against each other ...
The more intense pains were in his mind. He instantly started to remember all the mistakes he had made in his life, his wickedness, his cruelties, his injustices, his lies, and no matter how hard he made, he couldn't get these thoughts and memories out of his mind ...
"That's what I do, Newton ..." explained the monster. "Mental slaughter, since I might as well hurt you physically ..." He said, as he scraped his claws across Newton's cheek. "Don't doubt for a second that I have no difficulty taking your life!"
"You are ..." said Newton, tired and injured, both physically and mentally.
"Yes." The dark being replied. "I am a nebulous creature, who comes from outside, and from within, and I am as nebulous as the minds of many humans who have me within them. And I am able to warp their thoughts and emotions, filling them with desires and bitter and distorted emotions, just as I am able to launch voices into people's minds, communicating with them, advising them to hurt and even end their lives ... "
"You are a demon ..." The scientist whispered, although his wish was to scream for the whole creation to hear ... "Let me guess, you want to take away all the survivors of Constant, don't you ? "
"Peace?" Shadow Wilson's voice became cheerful and distorted, and within the creature, and within himself, Newton can hear thousands upon thousands of thick, thin, completely irregular and distorted voices, laughing. "When I arrive, there is no more peace! All of my victims become puppets in my hands, in which I can convince them and force them to cut their own costs, to try to break free of my lines and chains, while my powers only grow and go crazy, similar to their pains! The only effective way out of their torments is death, but my victims only pursue this path when their minds have already plunged into the most complete darkness, the stage that marks the moment to perish, and so, my victory for your friends and family is proclaimed! "
"And my victims' minds freeze, darken and bleed, as I walk and surround them, as a kind of haunting! Some consider me as a mystical, religious, legendary torment that bears chains and seas of darkness, causing and proclaiming gospels of discouragement, and as I am someone not being someone, I am immortal and I can regenerate! And that is why, they will know me and run, because the infection can lead to death ... "
"But as you asked me earlier, let's end this philosophical conversation." The shadow, with its voice returning to a mere whisper, hurled Newton against some nearby trees, hurting him. "You are not really in my plan of existence, dear Newton, you are still in yours, but you only see mine. But allow me to open a window, between our two worlds ..."
And then, an unbelievable and strange phenomenon occurred, a hole, a tear, Newton could not explain exactly what he had seen with his human mind, but, he managed to see through a kind of "window" to Constant colored, although still quite dark, in which he was accustomed, and he could also see his brother, Wilson, as well as Dalton, Willow, Wickerbottom, among all the others, in front of him.
"I suppose we already talked too much, Newton." Said Shadow Wilson, closing the "window" between the planes of existence. "But remember, I have big plans for you all!" The dark being raised its arms and claws upwards, and then shadows that resemble its friends appeared beside the enigmatic monster. "Before saying goodbye, allow me to comment, I am one thing, and I am many other things, I am a shadow of many types, many faces and representations, whether literal or metaphorical, in a layman's summary, I am everything, and I'm nothing. So the next time you look at a shadow, regardless of whether it's your own shadow, do me a favor and say hello, I may be hiding there ... "
And then, all Newton saw was a big pitch, which quickly faded, and then again he was at the Constant he knew ...
"Newton, are you okay?" Willow asked, clearly concerned about the scientist.
The survivors were confused, everyone woke up with Newton calling them by their names, and every time they approached to talk to them, he simply ignored them and distanced himself, shouting their names at random. The pyromaniac believed that the scientist had gone mad, but the tyrant scolded her, saying that something beyond her understanding was taking place, and that for the sake of her brother, they should follow him and observe him. And all the survivors started to get scared, seeing wounds and cuts appear on Newton's body, as well as seeing the man moving abnormally, as if some invisible force was acting on him ...
"It's useless to question, Willow." Dalton commented, looking at the pyromaniac. "He's in shock ..."
In fact, Newton couldn't even look at his surviving friends, all he could do was keep his gaze on the glass, towards the place where he had seen that mysterious being disappear before his eyes ...
My goodness, that thing did seem to be MORE threatening than the tyrant!
And as if all those events weren't bad enough and stressful enough, Newton heard a voice whisper in his ear: "Constant's story has had enough drama, romance, adventure and comedy, Newton. Considering the direction this story took, please understand that now is the time for fear and horror ... "
Upon hearing this, finally, a phrase came out of the scientist's lips.
"That darkness stole my soul ..." said Newton, completely pale, horrified, traumatized and sequeled, due to the fear, the stress, that he had felt.
