The Reign of the Nightmare King (A Don't Starve fanfic)[CURRENTLY ON HOLD]

Chapter Ten~ A... Plan?

I run back to my base, making sure to stay far from the battle and out of Percival's sight. It isn't too far, but I know that we have no time to waste, and I definitely don't want to get caught up with Percival's shenanigans. I'm really close when I find Wigfrid slouched outside of her walled-in base, looking forlorn.

"Wigfrid! What are you doing out here? You should be back with the others, fighting!"

She looks up at me, and I see that she has multiple bruises-- a black eye, a fat lip.

"I fear I am nöt a true warriör."

"What?! Wigfrid, you're the best fighter we've got! What makes you think that?"

"I nearly murdered Percival without cömmand. I'm just anöther mindless söldier."

"You just made a mistake."

"Yes, but it cöuld've cöst us. Yöu say Wilsön may still be alive. I fear killing Percival will kill Wilsön as well."

A small fire of rage resides within me, knowing that Wigfrid might've murdered Wilson if he hadn't fought back in time. What if she had succeeded? Could we have revived Percival and Wilson? Or would whatever Maxwell had done kill them both permanently? This is not a risk we can take.

I open my mouth to say something, but I think otherwise. What good will scolding Wigfrid really do? I'm sure Wicker probably beat me to it. So instead, I trudge back to my base.

When the gate squeaks open, I am greeted by my blazing scaled furnace. Sure, it's fall, and I arguably don't really need it, but it has such a pretty fiery glow. I begin sifting through a chest, tossing my stuff here and there until I find it. In the very bottom of the chest, I see a glimmer of red. The gorgeous, translucent, ruby red gem glimmers in my palm. I tear my eyes away from it, and quickly construct a fire staff with a bit of nightmare fuel and an old spear that I forgot I had. In a matter of seconds, the staff is complete and ready for absolute burning.

On my way back to the forest, I pass Wigfrid again. Her face is wet. I stop walking and offer her my hand.

"Come on. Let's get you healed up."

She takes my hand.

•••••

When we arrive back at the forest, something is different. The energy has changed. Wes is breathing in and out of a balloon to calm himself. He busies himself with work before he passes out. Wendy and Webber chatter quietly but frantically among themselves, almost as if they're forming a plan. On second thought, they definitely are.

"What's goin' on here?" I ask skeptically, putting my hands on my hips like a real  adult. "Aren't you three supposed to be making supplies?"

Webber jumps up from the ground like a rocket. "Ms. Willow!! You're back! You won't believe what just happened!" The kid is practically jumping out of his skin with excitement and anticipation.

Wigfrid steps forward. "Calm döwn, spider-child. What is it?"

Before Webber can open his mouth, Wendy speaks. "We can get Wilson back."

The words hit me like a fireball to the heart. They might as well be. "Um, w-what?" I stutter, my adult-like composure failing.

"Wendy caught Maxwell being all creepy in the woods, and she was like, 'is Wilson alive?' and he was like 'yeah, lemme tell you all about it'- and he did!!" Webber grabs my wrists and tries to drag me to the battlefield. "Come on!!!"

"Just a möment, spider-child! First yöu must explain beföre dragging pöör Willow intö the battle!!" Wigfrid scolds.

Webber lets go of my wrist. "Okay. We guess we got a little excited. Sorry." The young boy sits down on a log, and pats it to allow Wigfrid and I to sit down as well. "We'll let Wendy explain..."

Wendy goes on to tell us that all we need to do is provoke a close memory of Wilson's to "wake him up". But there's something else. Something about a portal that can get us out of here.

I completely zone out after she mentions it. I picture Wilson and I, alive and very much not-evil, living a life of ease and happiness in our own little home, with a real fireplace. Together. Always together.

"Höw dö yöu knöw he's nöt lying?" Wigfrid doesn't seem to be buying it completely.

"What about if he isn't lying?" Wendy argues. "We have no way of knowing with Maxwell. But would you rather do this is or die a terrible fate?" She raises her blonde eyebrows. "I know what my choice is."

I glance at Wigfrid. "Die a terrible death?"

"Of course. But I know the others feel differently. And I'm willing to do this, if only for them."

There is a strange, shocked silence.

"Was that... love  I just heard, Wendy?"

"Perhaps." She shrugs, seemingly uninterested. "Are we doing this or not?"

"Are we sure this will wörk?" Wigfrid asks, still a little unsure.

"It has to," I say. "Because I dunno what we're gonna do if it doesn't."

"Get the öthers."

(A/N) What's that? An UPDATE, I see? Heck yeah, its finally summer and I got some time to write (yay!) Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter, I actually wrote the first half like 5 months ago and the other half now so idk if there's any noticeable difference in my writing style (if so, it probably got worse lol)