Hello everybody, thanks if you reviewed, and if not, please do. William seems to like Wendy, and that's pretty obvious because of the pairing I used for the characters. Yeah...

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As the sun barely touched our sleeping bags, they sort of exploded. The grass blew up into a million pieces, and the rope somehow got un-weaved and shredded as well. So much for my sleeping bags...

As the others got up, we ate breakfast, but I noticed our dwindling food supply. It would be embarrassing if we died the way Maxwell told us not to. Wilson announced that he would help Wendy in the camp set-up and Willow and I should go get some food. So we did.

When I saw the horned rabbits, I decided to catch some of them for food, only they were too fast. Willow had woven ten traps while I was taking some futile attempts at catching the running food. They actually worked pretty well, for we got twenty rabbits by the time the sun was going down. Adding that to some seeds, lots of berries, and five carrots we had found earlier that day, we were set for about a week. We turned back towards our camp and got back by nightfall.

They were actually doing pretty well on the camp, they had set up a permanent fire pit, cut some small seats out of the logs and put them by the fire, but Wilson was annoyed with something he was making.

"I need some pure gold! Where the hell am I going to get pure gold in this place!?" he yelled.

What a coincidence. I have a ton of it, literally.

"How much do you need?" I asked.

"I need just one small gold nugget, but where am I going to get o-" he was cut off by me taking out my shining gold nugget.

"W-Where did you get that?" he asked, shaking. Maybe he thought I had gone to our real world and came back.

"I got about forty of them from the boulders I mined yesterday. The ones with a gold streak in them." I told them. Yes. They were surprised. They were more surprised when they found out I could fly a minute later.

"That was surprising." Willow said. Obviously, if it wasn't I wouldn't be telling you.

As Wilson built his little sciencey machine my thoughts started to wander. A warm fire at the night works wonders on making you think. Who knew?

I first thought of the reason why Maxwell sent us all here. Obviously I had to ask all of them who they were before they got here, so it was a dead end for now. My next thought was how we got here. Also, that needed some asking around, so I had to wait until the next day. My last and scariest thought was: How will we get out of this hellhole? There has to be a way out, right? Even as I became hopeful, I knew that there may not be an exit at all. We would be stuck here for the rest of our lives, dying one by one. Dude, seriously? Negative thoughts on day 3? Or is it day 4? You'll live through this. How I hated my own thoughts. Too optimistic.

I put another log on the fire, which caught on immediately. Another good thing about this place. No matches, no lighters, or firestarters needed. Oddly enough, we did have the last one, but not the wood-type. I'll probably get to that soon.

In about an hour Wilson finished his little machine and presented it to us, looking all drama-queen like. Or maybe stage-announcer. Anyway, his 'machine' was basically a stand of 4 logs, stone body, gears on the front, and I suspected there was a molten golden cube in the middle. Great use of pure gold, eh? No seriously.

"Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the Science Machine!" He boomed.

"Seriously? Science Machine? Any other name you could have thought of in the world and you pick Science Machine?!" Willow asked, bewildered. I silently agreed, it was a pretty bad name.

"Well I had a headache, ok? Jeez. Anyway, it basically analyzes the item inputed, change it into it's scientific properties, and allows me to manufacture more sophisticated machinery and/or other items of use." he said.

"Um... I sorta understood about 1/8 of that. In English, please?" I asked. What? It was an honest question.

Wilson sighed and muttered something about he lived away from other people for so long he forgot how stupid we were.

"In English, it means: I put in stuff. It comes out. More stuff are able to be created. You understand yet or do I have to spell each word out for you?" he snapped.

"We understand, Wilson, but seriously, we're a tad tired so can we go to sleep now?" Wendy yawned.

We set up the same shift as yesterday and made ourselves a straw roll each. Then I went to bed, close to the fire. It was pretty unnecessary because it felt like the middle of summer right now. That was actually important, but none of us would get it until it would be too late. But thats a different story. Or the same story. Or the.. gah, this fourth wall breaking is hurting my head. I must have dozed off sometime in the night because I woke with Wendy shaking me up. I waited for her to go towards her sleeping bag but she didn't. She stayed next to me and it looked like she was trying to say something, but she wouldn't. In the end, she just went to her sleeping bag again. I kept awake until the break of dawn, occasionally putting some more fuel on the fire.

Thanks for reading! I decided to split this into 2 chapters so I could update again tomorrow or later today.

OC signups are closed, though I'm making a roleplay later on my webpage, so I'll still receive OC's, but please send them to my PM. Here's the OC which will be out by chapter 6-ish. Thanks for reading!

XxTerraxX chapter 5 . Mar 19

This fanfiction is awesome and I can't wait to see next chapter! If you still need an OC, I have one, but she's...a bit weird, haha. XD Still if you don't use her I'll keep reading, don't worry.

Name: Wylie the Sadistic Girl

Age: 19

Appearance: An average sized girl with long jet black hair parting two ways down her shoulders and a ponytail on the back of her head with a crimson bow attached to the beginning of it. She wears a red short sleeved vest with it [ends just barely above her belly button] and black tights. She also has red cuff bracelets on her arms.

Habits: Enjoys slaying off anything she can get her hands onto. She's usually good with other people, being confident and yet a tad crazy, though will consider hurting you if you anger her. Other than that, she can handle most situations. [Her sanity also increases when she attacks animals]

Any Other Things: She always carries a dagger with her, hiding it in a pocket on the inside of her vest. Doesn't let anyone else touch it.

How They Came In: Wylie was lured into Maxwell's playground by her love of fighting. Of course she said yes when the man offered her to a world full of more things she could attack. She can come in trying to chop down a tree but failing, as she only focused on other things in life and not survival.

Not very well written but my head hurts a bit so I can't concentrate. Anyway, can't wait to see how this story turns out!