"Say pal, you don't look so well?"

Those familiar words echoed in the man's head. He did not wish to speak with the one who called him 'Pal'. He hated said man. This person, or whatever he was, is responsible for his imprisonment in such a harsh world, harsher then the one he had already been conceived in. The scientist went about his business, axe ready to chop down the tree in front of him.

"Come on now, why don't you answer me? I'm the only who you can talk to in this world, why not give it a try, Wilson?"

He continued to pester him. He was on his last straw. In his fustration, Wilson flung his axe at the man. It wasn't much of a surprise when it ended up falling to the ground with a thunk. Of course he missed, this was his realm, he wouldn't let on of his almost insane puppets throw him down with a tree chopping tool. Almost as soon as he disappeared, he reappeared next to his attacker.

"Oh, that isn't like your gentleman self, is it?" He continued on pestering him.

"Do you mind leaving me be for more then one minute?" Wilson insisted, starting to rub his temples.

"But that's no fun." The man snickered, flashing his puppet a toothy grin.

Wilson sneered as he went to pick up his axe. He started to walk off to his base, hoping the taller man would leave him alone. He was already starting to go mad and Mr. McDapper over there wasn't helping him in any shape or form. He continued to trudge, glancing up at the sky once or twice. Dusk, night will be coming soon. The scientist could already feel his sanity drop even more.

"This isn't good, this isn't good at all." Wilson said out loud to himself.

To his luck, he made it to his camp just in time. Putting a log onto the fire pit, he grabbed a couple of his flints and started to light it. Click, click, click- SLICE. The dark haired man looked down at his hands. Blood. In his clouded thinking he didn't even noticed he had sliced his own hand open. The red liquid leaked out of the fresh wound, onto the ground and rocks of the fire pit. He didn't even react. He didn't even feel the cut. Wilson knocked the flints once more and the spark hit the wood, lighting it up. He shakily put his tools down and looked at the mess he had made. He put both his hands in front of his face, his thoughts still hazy.

Blood. Blood. I'm still human, I still hurt. I can still think, can't I? I can still conquer this man. I can face the odds between Maxwell... Right?

He was starting to doubt his own judgment. Just what he wanted. He dropped to his knees, still looking at his shaky, blood covered hands. Maybe he should just curl up and die. Give Maxwell what he wanted. Leave this world forever. Leave it all behind.

"Excuse me sir, I think you're bleeding."

A voice. No, no, Wilson get a hold of yourself, it's not real.

"Sir-" The voice was cut off my another one.

"I think we should leave, this man looks mad."

The almost insane scientist turned his head to the source of the sounds. He couldn't believe his eyes. Two girls stood there. One blonde younger girl and a older darker haired one. He stared at them in silence. He still couldn't believe it. He got up from his knees, walking unsteadily over to them. The older one took a step back, the younger one standing her ground. Wilson put out a hand to the blonde, touching her shoulder. His blood soaking into the fabric of her peach colored shirt.

"You don't look very well." She said.

She was real. Real. A real human. Wilson couldn't remember when it was the last time he's seen another human being. He was at a lost for words.

"I'm Wendy." The girl said blankly, looking up at him. "My friend over there is named Willow."

Said girl gave the man a questioning glance. She was concerned about a lone man out in the wilderness, his open wound bleeding onto Wendy. Wilson got a hold of himself, noticing he was acting out of character. He let go of Wendy's shoulders and put his hands at his sides. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"My name is Wilson." He stated, trying to hide any hints of his close cuts with insanity. He wasn't called a gentleman scientist for nothing.

Wendy opened her but was again stopped short by Willow.

"What are you doing out here and if you haven't noticed, you're bleeding." She said, slightly wary.

The scientist looked back down at his hands. What a mess. Both of them were covered in blood and the wound still fresh. He looked back up at the girl.

"Oh, yes, my mistake. I accidentally cut myself while starting up my fire." He stated.

Willow frowned more.

"Are you serious? Using flint is for weak men." She said in a harsh tone.

Wilson was a bit surprised by her sudden change of tone. He didn't think such a girl was so serious about the deadly element. Wendy shook her head.

"I apologize for Willow. She has a thing for fire." The blonde said.

Wilson nodded in response. Looking at the two girls once again. After a few minutes, he spoke up.

"How did you guys get here?"

Hey everyone, this is my first story up! I really hope you guys like it! C: I shall try and continue this soon. I'm pleased with this first chapter at the moment. Constructive criticism is always welcomed and it would really help me improve! Don't Starve is (c) Of Klei Entertainment.