Starving isn't so bad anymore (Don't Starve Together Fanfiction)

Epilogue

I sat stood there and looked at my haul. A nice bundle of firewood I'd spent the past few minutes chopping.

"Is someone feeling aged yet?" Maxwell said from his seat on one of the tree stumps.

"Yeah... Being a parent can do that." I said as I put my ax away and picked up the firewood.

"Being a grandfather can't help any."

"No, not really... But is is fulfilling to say the least."

I though about Wade, the small red arachno-sapien that will eat anything that gets near his mouth but will cry if you play peek-a-boo. Wigfrid and Webber were very proud of their little boy. Wigfrid was already planning on how to train him to fight, meanwhile Webber spends a lot of time keeping her from giving Wade weapons.

"Careful, pal, you're starting to look like Wickerbottom." Maxwell remarked.

It was then the two stopped to look at the graveyard, where two stones now stood. One was Wolfgang's while the other was Wickerbottom's. Wickerbottom had passed a few months ago. We were sad but we were a little more accepting this time. Wickerbottom herself had accepted that it was her time. 

'Shhh! No talking!' was carved into her stone.

"That's in very poor taste." I muttered as Maxwell followed behind.

"Yeah, but if you never make light of a dark situation then it'll always be dark."

"That barely made sense but whatever you say."

As we walked into the camp I was almost tripped by Whitney, who was now six, as she ran around.

"Well, little fire cracker, what're you up to?" I asked as I ruffled her hair.

"I'm playing with Snow Chester!" she said as she waved away my hand.

"Well don't let me stop you." I said as I piled the firewood with the rest ad took a seat on one of the log-seats.

This past year had been pretty peaceful, other than Wickerbottom's passing and the screeching of a human giving birth to an arachno-sapien. Very few monsters had attacked since we'd stopped trying to find the destroyed portal pieces. Winona took a few weeks to deal with it, breaking a lot of things and her hand in the process, but eventually she'd settled to just beating Maxwell up at random every once in a while. Woodlegs decided to live on a boat that he sailed close to the shore, occasionally bringing in fish for a feast that Warly was more than happy to cook. Walani was still surfing. WX-78 took Wilbur as a pupil and started teaching him science, which was a very odd scene to watch. Woody still had a limp from when his leg was crushed but that will always remain. Wes was Wes. The only truly stressful thing that kept happening was we'd see a shadow in the shape of a flaming silhouette every once and a while.

Over all life was peaceful. I had three children, a grandson, and a loving wife who could set me on fire. The life anyone would want were they in this world. 

As far as this world is concerned, I'm living in paradise.