Don't Starve Character Scenarios

Sharing a Tent With Them

As the sun sets, plans need to be made for you. In other words, they don't have the materials for a new tent, so unless you want to sleep outside, you need to pick someone to share a tent with...

Wilson:
As you scan your options, you decide to share a tent with Wilson. He seems the least likely to try and murder you in your sleep, so why not?

When you asked him, his response was "That's understandable," as he fiddled with the science machine. You didn't miss the prideful gleam in his eyes, though. He pointed out his tent, and you took the sleeping mat they'd given you over to it.

As you settled down and got ready to try and get some sleep, he kept his back to you the whole while. You appreciated the privacy, but all you'd done was roll down your sleeves and adjust your bandages. It's not like you were changing clothes. 

When the two of you both settled down to go to sleep, he seemed to be extra careful not to get too close to you. You appreciated it at first, the way he made sure you had space and were comfortable, even in the small tent.  But he was really serious about it. 

He must've checked if you had "plenty of room" about eight hundred times. And no matter how many times you assured him you were okay, he just kept pushing himself further away. You had to wonder what his deal was. By the time you got to sleep, you nearly had the entire tent to yourself. You felt bad, seeing how he huddled in the corner away from you. 

The next morning, you woke up to him missing, which you assumed was because he had gotten up before you, but a small part of you had to wonder if he'd just pushed himself out of the tent after you'd fallen asleep.

Willow:
When you asked her, she nodded and said, "If that's what you want."She almost seemed surprised that you picked her. She pointed out her tent, and when you gathered your things and went inside, you noticed it smelled like smoke. The grass was even singed in certain spots. Was she a smoker? No, you knew a few smokers back home, and this didn't smell like that. Plus, where would she even get cigarettes here? 

Whatever, you set out your mat and rolled your sleeves down, feeling the chill of nighttime creeping in. Willow hums as she climbs into the tent with you. She checks that you're comfortable before she wishes you goodnight as you lie down. You shouldn't think too hard about any of that. You already had a headache. 

You wake up in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke. A stronger smell of smoke than before. You sit up and look over, seeing some of the grass next to Willow on fire.
You jolt and gasp, then call Willow's name. She shushes you and calls, "People are sleeping!"

You are very confused and a bit startled, which she can see on your face, before she looks down at the small fire calmly. "Don't worry, it's contained," she cooes, her eyes full of warmth and comfort as her face is lit up a soft orange. 
She looks back at you and softly says, "You can go back to sleep, don't worry." Certain things click in your head as you lie back down and curl up. You were still nervous, but something about the almost loving way she looked at the fire made you trust her, strangely enough. 

The next morning, you're up before her. You climb out of the tent and see a few others up, some sleepily poking at the fire while others are more lively. Wickerbottom spots you and smiles, then almost playfully asks, "Willow started a fire again, hm?"

Wendy:
She seems the calmest, so it should be fine to share with her. Plus, she's tiny, so it won't be too cramped! 

You go up to her and softly chime, "Hi Wendy!" She looks at you, her eyes wide. You'd say she looks like a deer in headlights, but something about her almost feels more like the car barreling down the road.