Don't Starve: Weson

Chapter 1

*Weson art by me

There in the forest was a camp filled with only about five people, well one of them was a robot, but still. Each person doing something that was a benefit, but some just sat around. Wilson and Woodie talking as Wes just collected flowers to help make flower crowns with Wendy, she forced the mime to help her. Because the young had became frustrated, the robot promised to help, but took off somewhere. But none the less was happy to help, the same group haven't been able to trust the silent male. Due to the mime messing everything up, which would lead to the group scowling him and sending him back to the camp in a sad mood.
A soft smile on his black lips as he smelled one of the daisies, Wes continued to pick the sweet smelling plants. Moving deeper in the forest until the raven haired male held a bouquet in hand, looking around the area he was in. A frown replaced the smile, worry could be seen in his dark eyes. Frantically looking around, he noticed that he was lost. Clutching the flowers to his chest, the male begun to walk around in the forest. Confusing himself more, but stopped when he spotted a black dot. Squinting to see better, the black object moved around. Running into stuff, once it was closer, the black fuzzy creature bumped into the male's legs.
Wes giggled even though it didn't sound like anything, staring down at the weird thing. It rubbed at its face cutely than looked up with several white eyes, the mime's heart soften at the cute creature. Reaching a gloved hand down, he ran his hand down its head and long its back. The little creature seeming to purr, the feeling of calm was a nice feeling. Accidently brushing his gloved hand against a sensitive spot, the shadow creature let out a growl and lunged at Wes. The male in return backed up, fright written upon his painted face. He watched as the monster grew in size before, once at its full height. It made an attempt to step on Wes, but he had quickly scurried to his feet when he had fallen back in shock. Dropping the flowers, he turned and ran.
Running away from the monster who was now chasing him, the ground shook with every step the large shadow creature took. The mime ran in different directions trying to find his way back to camp, after a while of running. He spotted the camp, there he stood on top of the steep hill. Looking down at the place below, Wes felt like his legs were to give out under him. But once the shacking grew more violent, he quickly ran once more. Sliding down the hill, dirt and dust flying in the air. Wilson and Woodie looked to where the sound of a body hitting the ground came from, there, Wes sat up. Rubbing his head,

"What are ya doing rolling down hills for? Especially falling on your face." The two males watched as Wes quickly moved his hands in a fast pace, a brow arched upon Wilson's pale face. Not understanding due to the Mime's fast arm movements, the scientist shook his head before speaking.

"We don't understand, your going to fast for us to keep up." With a frustrated huff, the silent one than pointed behind him, where he just came from.
As if on cue, the large monstrous creature appeared from the woods. A roar ripping from its throat, Woodie and Wilson shared the same shocked expression. The woodcutter looked back to Wes as he stood, dusting himself off.

"What did you do this time?" It sounded like a growl, the raven haired male looked away, black eyes down casted. His gloved hands entangling themselves, the Mime felt like he wanted to cry, feeling the burning in his throat rising. Biting onto his black bottom lip, he than felt a rough hand gripping onto Wes' thin arm. Looking at the person, Woodie was pulling the male with him. Wilson following,

"There is no point standing out in the open, to be squished under a giant foot!" Wes hadn't even noticed that he was dragging his feet, but that quickly changed. The group of three quickly ran into the small village they had built, Wilson yelling to the others to hide. The people scattered to hide, before Wilson, Woodie, and Wes could do as what was instructed by the scientist. A large furry claw hand came down, scooping both the Mime and the gentleman up. Woodie bared his precious axe, hand tightening around the handle. Raising the wood cutter, he ran towards the monster. Once close enough and with a mighty roar, he brought the weapon down upon the thick leg. Piercing the flesh. The dark creature growled out, it hurt, but it just felt like stepping on glass or even lego. With one flick of the monster's tail, Woodie was sent flying back. Hitting a stone wall that had been built, Wes and Wilson were then swallowed up. Wendy gasping at what she saw, Mrs. Wickerbottom had turned the girl away, pulling the blonde back. The elder librarian didn't know that the young girl had seen death before, Woodie pushed himself up. Rubbing his head of orangie brown hair, looking up with a sneer.
The black monster started to approach, but before it could move any closer to the camp. It was bending over in pain, cries of hurt filling the air. Its arms wrapping around itself looking like it was trying to protect itself from something, the werebeaver watched in confusion. A dark thick brow raised upon his slightly tan face. Wendy started to peek through the boney fingers of Mrs. Wickerbottom, their eyes widen when the creature exploded from the inside out. The harmless mushroom cloud faded away to reveal a equally tall figure, Woodie than stood to his feet. Walking forward a little to get a better look, Than the tall person came to view. What was noticeable was the four arms, the two lower ones were held out, but bent at a 90* angle. The upper ones were holding onto some explosive balloon animals, that is what caused the creature to blow up. A serious look upon Weson's painted face, his black eyes glanced towards the woodcutter, a dark look upon the fusions face. Woodie backed up in fright, Wendy and Mrs. Wickerbottom stood with silence. The older woman's grip had loosen upon the child, which the blonde had quickly fled. Running towards to the colossus man, Weson stood from his crouch, a frown that showed teeth graced his features. He seemed to be growling, raising one of his upper hands, ready to throw the deadly balloon. But before he could, the tall person felt something touching his ankle. looking down, there he spotted Wendy standing ontop of his foot. Arms trying to reach around the ankle part. The raven haired male's angered look turned that of gentle, tossing the balloons behind him. When touched the ground miles away, they went off, creating a mushroom cloud. Trees moving fiercely from the harsh wind of the explosion,

"Hi Wendy." Weson spoke to the girl, she looked up with a smile. Than his eyes widen, he just spoke!

"I can talk! I never had a voice before!!" His voice sounded like Wilson's, Weson's hands went up to his face, cupping his own cheeks in excitement. Sequeling at this, reaching down with his extra arms. The male had gently taken Wendy into his large hands, lifting her up so he could get a better look of his friend.

"Oh my gosh this is so exciting!! look how small you are! Your so cute!"

Weson than used his index and lightly stroked the blonde's head, she in return did her best to get his fingerless gloved hand away.

"Wilson! Wes! Weson!" The young girl yelled out at this new discoverie, accidently combining the mime's and Scientist's names together to make the fusion's name. A giggle seemed to leave his throat, Woodie on the ground had started to look for his axe. If anything happened to it, he swore he was gonna bet the heck out of Wes Wilson.

"I feel all happy!! Aaahh!~ This feeling it's amazing! I feel really powerful or strong... Well anywho it doesn't matter. But it's, I just can't describe it. But it feels good, awesome!" Weson than placed the girl on the ground, fearing if he held her any longer, the male was going to hurt the child. Mrs. Wickerbottom came out to the open, wagging a boney fingr up at the fusion.

"You undo this now, young men!" Weson looked to her with a arched brow, he than shrugged his shoulders. Showing he didn't know how. Came around with his precious axe in hand,

"Let me deal with this." He told the rest in a gruff voice,

"The science machine was destroyed!" The raven haired male looked to the werebeaver in shock,

"WHAT?!" With a groan of pain, A couple of them flinched. Seeing Weson's face begun to split apart, lookng like someone was ripping the flesh apart. And with a bright light emitting from the male's body the two became undone, Wes and Wilson flung apart from eachother. The scientist was the first to recover, quickly standing to his feet in a rush.

"IS IT REALLY DESTROYED!!?" Woodie with a laugh, slapped the w haired man.

"No. Not really, but I knew you'll freak out!" More laughter came from him, a sour look upon Wilson's face. Wes slowly stood to his feet, dusting dirt off his clothing. The silent mime was about to leave, when unkown to him, Wendy grabed a hold of his hand. Looking to the girl, she had a smile on her face once more, it was rare to see her do just that. A smile of his own.