Back in the Summer Fanfic Spree! This is the first upload in the spree (uploads twice or more a week) and I'm proud to show you it! Also, the Starbound story is up and the Minecraft and second Don't Starve will be up soon as well, as long as I don't get overwhelmed. Also, someone kept telling me to write longer chapters in a PM. It looks like I forgot to tell you, but this is like the skeleton of the story and I'm gonna beef it up later once I'm done with this part. REVIEWS!
Sensei200- Thanks! I wanted people to be able to relate this story to their own life :D!
Please review more guys, it gives me more knowledge and stuff. There haven't been that many recently. Also, this chapter may get a bit descriptive, so don't read this after eating. I learned this the hard way while writing this after Spaghetti Night. Here's the story
Note: I'm sorry for the late upload guys, I had to start my new Terraria story and my mom made me clean out my whole room (which took up three whole days - All day!) so yeah... Also I started a new voice acting part which is pretty major so updates may be slow for a few weeks.
Disclaimer! (someone says I should put in more of these.) - I do not own Don't Starve or any of its characters except William. Wylie is property of XxTerraxX, who writes some pretty good one-shots and also wrote 'The Last of Us' for Don't Starve. Go check her profile out! I'll wait.
Look, I'm sorry that the last chapter ended up in a cliffhanger, but I wasn't really in the mood to finish the part of the story where my arm gets bitten off, and you probably wouldn't have too. So this is what happened.
As the hounds charged at me, Wylie tried to throw her knives (daggers?) at both of them, but the hounds must have been ready, because they dodged the bars of steel as they came towards me. I tried to smack one with the butt of my spear. Hopefully the hound that got hit would get a concussion or something, but no such luck. All I managed to do was snap my spear in half. The hound I hit shook off the pain and jumped up to bite my head off, but Wilson chucked a spear and impaled the leaping monster. One down, one to go.
The other hound was on top of me as soon as I turned around. Wendy and Willow tried to impale their spears in its hide but they missed.
"Just walk up to it and stab it!" I yelled, but I realized this to late - All of them were empty handed except Wylie, but she was on the other half of the savanna as she went to retrieve her knives. Wilson was almost to his spear as well, but by the time he got back, it would be to late. I'd be dead.
I heard someone muttering and I ducked instinctively as a ball of heat zoomed towards me and the hound. The great furball got hit straight in the face, and the hairs on its head burned off, leaving a very surprised and angry hound. It leaned over to decapitate me, and as I had no weapon to deflect its three-inch-long teeth, I tried to guard my face with my left arm.
Looking back, I don't see why I hadn't just moved my head to the side a bit. It would have kept me from experiencing a great deal of pain.
It felt numb, at first, until I looked over at the stump of what used to be a fully functioning arm. Then all of the nerves in my body acted up at once, making me fell like I was on fire and freezing to death at the same time (which is very possible if you're in space, for your information.
By then, another fireball had killed the beast, but I was much to in pain to care. Willow and Wendy ran over to me as Wilson and Wylie guarded the perimeter, making sure there weren't any more hounds coming. I guess Wendy had made it after all. Abigail seemed to have to, because the ghostly double for Wendy floated around aimlessy. And then I noticed the weird part.
Willow's hand was filled with fire.
What was worse was that no one seemed to be surprised, so I was, no, had been the only one in the dark.
And you know what was the worst? Abigail wasn't the only one floating around and staring at us.
"Maxwell! Why the hell would you do that to him?! It's not like there's a hospital around the corner because of you!" Wilson yelled. That's where this story gets its T rating, I suppose. Dang it! I slipped again! Ah well, another job for the ever-busy fourth-wall-repairmen. There I go again!
"There may not be a hospital, but you forget that I control the world here. I could always make your friend another arm... But if I do, you'll have to keep it for the rest of your life, even if you do manage to somehow... Oh lets say... Escape." he taunted.
I was to in pain to hear anything after 'I can make you a new arm' so I painfully nodded, not pausing to consider why he'd give me a new arm. We aren't exactly best friends.
"Well then! Someone may want to gag him or something, this may as well get pretty painful." he said with a devilish smile. "You wouldn't want some of my... Friends to come and get you. This guys scream would be sure to attract a couple birds or clockwork monsters or..."
"It better not hurt as much as you say, Maxwell," Willow said as she spat on his shoes. "Or I'll burn that smile off of your face or something. It would be a lot more satisfying to look at."
Wilson walked forward with a silk handkerchief in hand (I don't know how I spelled that correctly... WHY CAN I NOT GO A SINGLE CHAPTER WITHOUT GIVING SOMEONE A HARD JOB?!) he had made a couple days ago while complaining that he didn't have a lifeline to his old life and not having anything like this would cause him to lose his gentle-manliness or what not. He ended up using half of our silk for four handkerchiefs. He tied it around my face with a sorry look on his and grabbed my arm to pin it to the ground. Wylie grabbed the other.
"Let us begin, then." Maxwell said. As he did I noticed that everyone in this place's name started with a W but Maxwell (the so-called ruler) was the opposite, with an M. Was that a coincidence? As Wendy started bracing the arm to keep it from bleeding to much with some knots, I realized that maybe our name scheme was like that for a reason. That was the last sane thought I had for a while as Maxwell started chanting from a dark book.
Yes, why would Maxwell give him a new arm? Learn all this and more in the next chapter - ... New Arm? See ya! R&R!
Also, I may or may not be taking a break from uploading chapters because I will be fixing the old ones and making them beefier. In the meantime though, I'm starting a new series of one-shots called 100 Wilsons. My goal is to achieve 100 one-shots, and I'll need some ideas! Post ideas in the comments of that series as it comes up or PM me. Also, keep checking out the older chapters to see whether or not they've been made thicker!
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*Flashbang*