Don't Starve

Eternity

Wilson's P.O.V: 

My head hits the ground before I have a moment to react. I see Willow crumble to the floor next to me before my vision blurs and I black out. 

I jolt awake as a piercing scream breaks the silence. Although my eyes are open, the room is black . The darkness seems to move and stir around me. I feel it moving like a living creature, surveying its prey. I feel the eyes before I look up to see a pair looking down upon me. My chest feels pressured and every breath out sends pain into my lungs. It will be all over soon. Cold sweat begins to form on my forehead. Although my legs are weak, I manage to pull myself up onto them. I run as fast as I can toward the scream. My feet pound against a floor I cannot see. I can feel the darkness chasing me, nipping at my heels. Another scream breaks my focus. This one was higher pitched then the first. It ripped through my thoughts, leaving jagged bits and pieces. I turned my body in that direction, running faster now. Another scream bellowed out from the darkness. This time it was behind me. My body jerks to a stop. The screams become more prevalent. Three desperate voices, tearing me into three separate direction. The darkness feels like its suffocating me. I can no longer force my body to move. A single light shines down over me, blinding me. Right under my feet is a puddle of blood. I stumble backwards, my back resting against a wall of darkness. There I fell fingers brushing against my skin, anxious to rip me apart. I shift uncomfortable forward, becoming stuck between the blood and the monsters at my back. My hair sticks to the back of my neck. I stare into my reflection in the pool of blood. It starts moving and churning sickly, turning dark black. My heart starts pounding in my chest as the blood collects and forms into a dark version of me. 

"You really think you can get rid of me that easily?" the figure says, its body being coated in shadow. Every breath in feels like fire. He laughs at my fear. Its sick and yet familiar. He waves his hand in front of my face and I sickly realize its my hand. My right hand stands out against the darkness of the rest of his body. 

"Maxwell, you disgusting creature!" I growl at the creation he has put in front of me. My jaw tightens and my teeth grit against each other. My left hand curls into a fist. I dash at the creature and it spins around me, grabbing me and pressing me to the ground. Multiple hands extend from its form and wrap around my body, positioning me so that I am on my knees. My hand reaches out to my jawline and holds my head still. I struggle to no avail, I cannot seem to move. A light turns on as my head is yanked in it's direction. Willow stands in the circle of light. She looks terrified, but she doesn't see me. I can see blood dripping down her arm. She holds her lighter in her trembling hand. 

"Willow!" I scream, struggling to pull myself out of the grip of the darkness. Willow seems to notice me for the first time and her eyes go wide with terror. She flicks on her lighter and is engulfed in flames. At first she seems confused, but as the fire licks at her skin, I can see the pain on her face. She lets out a terrible scream as the flames melt the skin off her body. Her body burns quickly and lands in a crumbled mess on the floor. She is looking directly at me, her light still held in her hands. The light goes out just as another comes on. My face is pulled into that direction. I lock my eyelids closed, but claws rip at my eyes, opening them against my will. They hold my eyes open. I feel blood trickle down my cheek from their relentless grip. 

Wendy sits on her knees in the circle of light. She holds a delicate flower in her lap. I can hear her sobs, although no tears fall from her face. She looks around frantically, searching the darkness around her. Her small hand holds a glistening object and it takes me a while to realize its a knife. The flower in her lap begins to wither. 

"No, I can't lose you." Wendy cries, her voice filled with hopelessness. Her searching becomes more frantic and desperate. I go to call out to her, but the dark figure behind me wraps another hand over my mouth. 

"Shhh, you will ruin the show" the creature whispered in my ear. I tried to advert my eyes as Wendy, in her desperation, plunged the knife into her side. 

"Now we can be together Abby...we...can..b-" Her words died off as her little body crumbled onto the floor. The flower laid still on her lap, wilted and dying slowly. The light slowly dimmed until all that was left was darkness. Another light flipped on, this time, I allowed my head to be turned. I felt powerless. My eyes burned and my lungs felt hot. My body went cold and empty. 

Wolfgang's body already looked like a corpse when I saw him. His skin was tight around his frail bones. He was basically a skeleton hidden in a mass of clothes. He noticed me immediately, gritting his teeth together. 

"You..." he spoke, his words coming slowly and heavy "you...monster." He pointed a finger in my direction weakly. I watched with vacant eyes. His breathing became shallow after a few moments. The light grew dim extremely slowly. Before long, I could tell he had stopped breathing. The light turned off completely. 

I was left in the darkness, the only light left being my own. I feel the creatures arms release me. My body hurts where it's claws dug into my skin. I feel blood sticking to me. The creature shifted in front of me. To weak to move, I glanced away. He grabbed my right wrist, pulling me closer to him. Anger filled within me. I gritted my teeth. My light flickered out. The darkness and its creatures who had been waiting so long tore across my skin. I felt their sick claws pierce my skin. I let out a scream and felt it go down my throat. It was dry and left me breathless. It surrounded me until everything felt like nothing. 

*** 

My eyes opened slowly. I was laying in a pool of my own blood. I pushed myself off the ground slowly. My head was spinning. My breathing was hallow and pained. I looked down at the pool of blood and noticed that the right side of my body was covered in black. The arm Maxwell gave me had reformed. I stretched and moved the fingers, knowing all to well of its evil now. I felt my blood boil. 

"Ta da." Maxwell bellowed, appearing mere feet in front of me. 

William's P.O.V: 

Wilson stood, a glare in his eyes that I had never seen before. He looked sinister, desperate, but determined. He lunged at my projection. It took a step backward. He lunged again. With each step, we drew closer to the throne. With every move, he drew closer to me. Upon the threshold of my throne, I allowed my projection to disappear. Wilson took a moment before noticing me. At fist, I could see his confusion. But that gave away as he truly noticed me. He was no longer the weak scientist I had first encountered. He stood a few feet from my throne, looking at me with disbelief. The scientist threw himself at me, but the throne would not allow him to hit me. 

"The throne won't allow that." I said as he was flung backward. "You've been an interesting plaything, but I've grown tired of this game." Wilson narrowed his eyes, listening intently. "Or maybe they've grown tired of me. Heh. Took them long enough. "

Wilson's P.O.V:

"They will show you terrible, beautiful things." the man on the throne said softly. This man was not Maxwell, I was certain of it. He was pitifully weak. A poor excuse for a lost soul. Yet, in his eyes I could not doubt that this was him. The ruler of this land was nothing more then a shriveled puppet allowing his kingdom to control him. My right hand moved into my pocket without me controlling it. Slowly it pulled out a key. 

"It will change you, like it did me. This is the end of the line. We have no escape." the man rambled. A walked slowly towards his throne, noticing a key hole. I glanced at this poor man who sat on the same throne that he let control him. Without hesitation, I put the key in the hole and released him. The man stood for a second and smiled lightly. 

"I'm sorry" he whispered as his body turned to dust. I felt a pain in my chest realizing it was the same voice from my first day locked in this purgatory. I sneered and looked up at the throne. Smiling, I took my seat on it. I felt powerful sitting upon the throne. This was something I could get used to. This was my kingdom now. It was my turn to rule. 

A/N: 

Hello lovelies. This is where we meet our end. It's been a good run while it lasted. I hope you enjoyed it. But before you start crying, have no fear, book two will be out soon. Along with the winner of the original character contest. In the meantime, feel free to check out my other stories. I will be going back over the entirety of this book for mistakes. Thank you all so much for the reads, comments, and likes.