Wilson's P.O.V:
I stare at my reflection in the pool. My hair is greasing and covered with dirt, but somehow it manages to keep it's shape. I brush my fingers through it. My skin is covered in dust and blood. The blackness has spread from my shoulder blade and is now curling around my chest. I look at the scar on my chest from those many nights ago. I run my fingers across it and it reminds me of Willow. It's been maybe a month, possibly two, since I last saw her. Wendy had mentioned something about a burning girl, but she wasn't talking to me when she had said it. She has begun to really creep me out. I constantly find her playing with my ax or talking to herself. It worries me, more for my sake then hers. I dip my arms into the pool and begin to scrub off the dirt. The water is cold, near freezing. Winter will be soon upon us. I splash the water on my face and it runs down my neck, carrying a trail of dirt in it's wake. I splash the water into my hair and shake my fingers through it. I can't spend to long here. Wendy will be back soon with the fire wood that I asked her to get. I take a deep breathe and take one last handful of water, slashing it on my neck. My right arm goes numb and pulls back behind my back. I spin and fall onto the grass, going completely cold. I let out a short breath and the feeling comes back in my arm. I blink and push myself up, watching my right hand as I do. I stand and start to move away, but I catch something out of the corner of my eye. I turn back around and blankly stare down at my reflection. It's changed. The blackness is pulsating, almost moving up my neck and down my chest. As I look closer, I realize that it is moving, growing slowly. I have been weary of this for some time now, but it never shown any drastic changes. At least not like this. I thought I would have more time to prepare. I swallow hard. This is more serious then what I had first thought. Whatever Maxwell did to me. Whatever He had given me. It is growing and It wants to take control.
I grab my shirt off the ground and start making my way back to camp. It's quite a far walk from here, so I will have plenty of time to get dressed. I pull on my black under shirt, which for the most part is intact. It's ripped at the end of my right sleeve and has blood stains up the arm. I shake the dirt out of my white shirt and pull it over my head. I roll up the sleeves to my elbow and fasten all the buttons, making sure to cover any sign of blackness that is spreading over my body. I find my mind drifting off to the scar on my chest. I trace the area on my shirt. Three slanted, jagged claw marks going down my chest. Yet, there is no trace of the attack on my clothes. My shirt should've been shredded, but it's perfectly intact. I had never though about it before, but it never touched my clothes. Just ripped right through my skin. I make my way up the short hill that over looks our camp and through on my red vest. I skid down and walk over to the fire pit. No firewood. Good, that means that Wendy hasn't gotten back yet. I look up the sun, it's nearly dusk.
Wolfgang's P.O.V.
I grab onto my broom and begin sweeping up the performing area to start preparing for tonight's show. It will be our last show in this area before we head off to some new region of the world. The acrobats come in first, like they always do. It's a running joke in the circus that all acrobats are overachievers . They are dressed in their tight, practice uniforms instead of their flashy, brightly colored performance clothes. I continue my work as they spread to their stations. Two performing girls take to the sky platform. I assume that they are going to practice a new move. I sweep up all the hay and dust off of the performing platform and make my way to the storing area. The magician and the ringleader walk right past me, almost running straight into me. It's like I don't even exist to them. I glance over my shoulder as they head right into the performing platform. I haven't seen the magician here before. This circus has a really hard time keeping magicians. He probably won't last very long. They all leave after their first performances. For a bunch of different reasons. No one really knows why, but rumors go around about it.
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Don't Starve
FanfictionThe origins of many of the lost souls doomed to walk a eternity in the land of the insane have now been recorded in this book. Journey with me as I tell of the sadden tales of these poor, poor souls. Disclaimer: I do not own the game Don't Starve o...