Wilson's Journal

by beatifulses

In this work, I tried to convey Wilson's experiences in Constant in a diary form from Wilson's eyes. I would also like to state that I interpret the characters and events according to myself. Some events come from my own gaming experience. I haven't played the game for a very long time, so I may have mistakes in some parts. Feel free to point them out!

81. DAY 72 (New World)

Winter's grasp is loosening. The air is still cold, but the relentless bite of it is fading. It's strange how I've come to recognize these patterns, how I now sense the change of seasons, almost like I'm a part of this place. But then again, after what I've been through, I am part of it. Whether I like it or not.

And today... I finished something. Something big. I've been collecting these strange artifacts for a while now—pieces scattered all over this land. A Crank, a Ring, a Box, and, of course, that ridiculous Metal Potato Thing. Each one felt like it had some connection, some… purpose that eluded me until now. So, I did what any man of science would do. I put them together. And what I created… well, I've named it the Teleportato. Why? Because it sounds fittingly absurd for this nonsensical world. The Wooden Thing I discovered earlier seemed to be some sort of base, a platform. When I combined it with the other strange artifacts, something happened. The machine came to life, humming with an energy I can't quite explain. And now, standing before me is this portal, this… doorway to something. But what? Another world? A new place? Another nightmare?

This world never gives anything without a cost. I know that much for sure. But this machine, this Teleportato, it offers no clues, no warnings. It's just there, waiting. If I activate it, I could be whisked away to another world, another land of uncertainty and danger. And if I don't? Well… what happens to this world when winter ends, when the next monster comes for me? I'm unsure. I've spent so much time surviving here, building, struggling, adapting. What if I leave? Will I lose all of that? Will I start over, or is there something… more waiting for me beyond that portal?

There's a fear in me again, something I thought was gone. But this is different. It's not the fear of the unknown—it's the fear of abandoning what I've built, of giving up what little control I've gained over this world. But at the same time… there's a pull. A part of me that's curious. After all, I came here as a man of science, didn't I? Isn't discovery the ultimate goal? Isn't pushing forward, even into the unknown, what I'm supposed to do? The Teleportato hums quietly, as if it's waiting for me to make a decision.

I'm not sure what to do. Not yet. But the machine is there, and soon… I'll have to decide.