Don't Starve MaxwellXWilson

King of Winter the demon's plan

Running in the snow, Maxwell was determined to get back to his beloved Wilson.

"Hold on... I'm coming, Wilson. Just hold on." Maxwell muttered to himself as Clover and Nero ran along beside him in the snow. Kicking up behind them.

"Maxwell!", Wickerbottom called out as she sat from Nero's back. "Where is this kingdom?" "Don't worry, I'll let you know when we start getting there. So don't worry, alright?!" The king roared in a frenzied tone back to her. He looked back ahead. Trying not to hit into rocks.

Wilson laid on the sled, not really moving as to keep himself from falling off. He was watching for Charlie as the trees were getting dark around him. Knowing that the dark kingdom was ahead. "W... Water... Please-" Wilson rasped out to her. Making Charlie halt.

She put the rope down. Placing her hands in the water. Bringing the puddle-length water to Wilson's mouth. He tried to sip at the best of his ability. Charlie smiled to her relief, petting his head. Seeing this very man that used to hate Maxwell growing a soft spot for him. Even to the point of loving the magician.

Wilson held his hand up. Placing it softly to her cheek. "You're... You're not a monster. Just misunderstood-" Wilson drifted off to sleep.

Charlie could hear hounds barking louder and louder. Grabbing the rope, she pulled him along faster Worried that the hounds would tear him apart.

Maxwell heard the barking off in the distance. "Hounds!? Are you kidding me?" Maxwell gawked in horror, pausing his trek with Nero and Clover. They turned around to see the ice hounds. The pack followed by the New king of the hounds. "Hm... I see the hounds got a new king." Maxwell muttered in thought.

Ready for the hound attack, Maxwell pulled out his dark sword. Blade aiming at the fiends.

Charlie had arrived at the dark kingdom. Pulling Wilson along. She picked the man up from the sled, bringing him in as Maxwell wished. The door closed behind them as she walked deeper inside.

Walking out of the shadows, the hound king wanted revenge for the death of his father. The blond girl, Wendy, looked up to see the hound staring back venemously. "Uncle..." Wendy quivered to Maxwell. The magician sneered at the beast. Wendy moved closer to her uncle with worry. "That hound, I think I saw it before." Maxwell walked to Wendy, protectively picking her up into his arms. "We will have to keep going or they will lose us on the way.", He whispered to Wendy as they walked.

Slow breaths came from Wilson as he was laid down on a fur rug. He looked up to see Charlie standing over him. Her with dark eyes staring down. Eyes noticing the demon inside of Wilson getting stronger.

Walking over to the fire, her hand held black powder. She started to sing the demon's lullaby. wilson roughly turned to look at her with a dazed in his eyes. He took notice of Charlie throwing the black powder into the dark red fire. A chain reaction causing it to have a purple glow. A mist of smoke filled the air.

"Take a deep breath." Charlie instructed. Wilson was uncertain due to most types of smoke making him somewhat sick. Yet Charlie ensured him that he was going to be fine. Despite that, he took in a deep breath of the foul odor, feeling his lungs getting hurt.

The song was going louder and it's tune started to twist. His breathing started to settle with the ritual.

On the other side, Maxwell stopped. Looking up at the sky. He could hear charlie. Humming curiously. "The hounds finally stopped. They're no longer following us." He put Wendy down. "I will make the fire." He knocked a tree over, picking up the wood.

Clover laid down in the snow, letting Wickerbottom and Webber get on his back for warmth. Webber looked at Wicker. "Can you read me a bedtime story, grandma?" Wicker smiled with a nod, starting to read.