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“ I’ll conquer it with the power of my MIND ! “
Independent, semi-selective Wilson P. Higgsbury from the game Don’t Starve. Please like or reblog if interested in interacting, no personals.
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@starving-scientist ==> @mcmcnto-morii
“ I’ll conquer it with the power of my MIND ! “
Independent, semi-selective Wilson P. Higgsbury from the game Don’t Starve. Please like or reblog if interested in interacting, no personals.
Read about & rules before interacting.
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;;I suppose it would be wise to archive this blog and simply start anew seeing as I will never delete these old, cherished memories
Maxwell: all women are queens
Wilson: if she controls shadows, she’s a tHOT
;;oh gosh, it sure does seem that a lot has changed with dst since I last played! Hopefully it won’t take too long to catch up
;;it’s been a looooooong time since I’ve been on here, huh?
"I wonder...do people carry around spare liquid Mercury with them? Would they let me borrow some of they had any...? Hm...can Mercury be man made?"
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
Her eyes lit up at that smile, which Willow returned. She didn’t need any help getting up, but she took his hand anyway. “Me too, and I think we can. I missed having you around.” She poked his chest and scrunched her nose cutely.
It seemed she was already back to her bubbly self! It never took much to make her feel better.
Even with the knowledge that she murdered him.
"I will admit, things do get sort of...lonely here.." Wilson admitted, looking down at their hands. Yes, this would be for the better, he was sure of it. It had to be...right? Willow wouldn't hurt him like that again...or at least, that was his belief and hope.
He even managed something akin to a quiet chuckle as she poked lightly at his chest, which also caused him to look back up at her. "So, Uhm...how...have things been lately? Discover anything new recently?"
“Oooooohhhh my GOD does NO ONE on this island know what sex is?!”
“I know what sex is, but Wilson’s vessel is messing with what I can perceive as reality and my thought process. It is harder for me to match memories to meanings in this horrible body.”
“Then why BOTHER with possessing him at all?” Shadow Wilson asked, glowing white smile turning to a frown as he placed a hand on his hip. “I’ll admit though, I’ve never ran into that problem when possessing my own Percival, even with his insanity and…countless other mental issues.”
Shadow shrugs. Anyways, he had no reason to be sharing his reasoning for anything with this random man. “It’s mainly to fool people and make things more accessible for me.” He could very easily manipulate things with shadows, but that was much too complicated when he could just use hands. “And… My Wilson is a mess of a man. I have no idea what is wrong with him, but it’s clearly… A lot.”
"More accessible? What's that supposed to mean? If anything, I think possessing my Higgsbury is a bit of a setback." It probably didn't matter either way, but the shadow would admit that he was curious, did the other actually have troubles with certain abilities? Yikes.. "Well, I suppose to each his own, then. From what I've seen of other Wilson's though, the kind of actual flesh and blood, they're all fairly fucked up."
“Oooooohhhh my GOD does NO ONE on this island know what sex is?!”
“I know what sex is, but Wilson’s vessel is messing with what I can perceive as reality and my thought process. It is harder for me to match memories to meanings in this horrible body.”
"Then why BOTHER with possessing him at all?" Shadow Wilson asked, glowing white smile turning to a frown as he placed a hand on his hip. "I'll admit though, I've never ran into that problem when possessing my own Percival, even with his insanity and...countless other mental issues."
"Oooooohhhh my GOD does NO ONE on this island know what sex is?!"
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
Willow was hellbent on changing Wilson’s mind about children. She was sure she had the moral high ground on that! But…she couldn’t do that when he was so disturbed when her own kids were around. “I’ll do my best. Wynne…Wynne is a weird little girl, but she listens to me.” Usually.
Willow grabbed her lighter and flicked it on and off to occupy her hands. “We shouldn’t…get violent when we fight. Or shout at each other. That’s what sort of led to…all the chaos. Sorry…” She sighed.
Wilson nodded slightly, before looking down. He didn’t really want to comment on Wynne, the scary little beast. And eating what food he had, too… Sure he gave it willingly but sometimes with someone like Wilson all you had to do was ask and he was forced into feeling as though he had no other choice.
“I can agree to that…” He murmured with yet another tiny nod. “Maybe we could also…Uhm…I don’t know…” He shrugged. He’d been thinking about this a lot but yet why couldn’t he think of anything right now? He was sure he had even compiled a list in his mind of things he would want to do if they ever became friends again one night. Maybe it was gonna because of the slipping sanity, whatever.
She hoped Wynne was home right now…That girl never seemed to stay in there for long. Maybe she didn’t like to be cooped up…
Her little butt was going to be grounded if she wasn’t there.
Willow flicked her lighter on again and let the flame burn. “If you need time to think, I can leave you to it. It’d probably be best to take it all one step at a time. What matters is that there shouldn’t be anymore bad blood between us.”
Once again, a nod of agreement came from the scientist and he slowly, almost uncertainly, pushed himself to his feet. He stared at Willow for what felt like a long few moments, before trying to gather what courage he had. He offered both a small smile and a hand to help Willow up, despite the fact that she was so much taller already. "You're right. I...I hope we can move past this, Willow."
And that was the full truth. He WANTED to get past what had happened. But that didn't mean he was fully comforted, Willow did beat him to death, after all...even if he had no knowledge of the death part.
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
Willow was hellbent on changing Wilson’s mind about children. She was sure she had the moral high ground on that! But…she couldn’t do that when he was so disturbed when her own kids were around. “I’ll do my best. Wynne…Wynne is a weird little girl, but she listens to me.” Usually.
Willow grabbed her lighter and flicked it on and off to occupy her hands. “We shouldn’t…get violent when we fight. Or shout at each other. That’s what sort of led to…all the chaos. Sorry…” She sighed.
Wilson nodded slightly, before looking down. He didn't really want to comment on Wynne, the scary little beast. And eating what food he had, too... Sure he gave it willingly but sometimes with someone like Wilson all you had to do was ask and he was forced into feeling as though he had no other choice.
"I can agree to that..." He murmured with yet another tiny nod. "Maybe we could also...Uhm...I don't know..." He shrugged. He'd been thinking about this a lot but yet why couldn't he think of anything right now? He was sure he had even compiled a list in his mind of things he would want to do if they ever became friends again one night. Maybe it was gonna because of the slipping sanity, whatever.
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
Her eyes widened as she saw that horrid thing pop up behind Wilson, but she calmed down almost instantly when he disappeared. For a short second, she thought it would kill her again.
A grin spread across Willow’s face. Was he really forgiving her? Was a simple apology all she really needed to end all this hate between them?
Wilson could be…a very ignorant person at times, but Willow missed having him around as a friend. Maybe she could try and convince him that children weren’t so bad!
“I’d like that…What are you thinking?”
The shadow inwardly laughed at Willow's anxiousness caused by his presence and even though he could no longer be seen he spoke within her mind, sounding as though he was whisperin in her ear. "Oh you shouldn't worry so much, I'm only giving you a bit more time. After all...Higgsbury tends to be so fickle, doesn't he?"
Wilson could be described as a lot of things. Ignorant, innocent, naïve, insane, the list just went on and on. But it explained why maybe, just maybe, he was willing to pick up and try to give friendship another shot. "Well...I think, for starters...I would like it if you kept your children out of my camp, please? They make me uncomfortable.... And maybe we could...I dunno...." He paused then, trying to think of anything else he might want to happen. "What do you think would help..?"
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
If anything, Wilson was the one going insane. The way his voice shook, the garland…this could go badly. Willow had to try her best to keep him calm.
“My sanity’s just fine, Wilson. I promise…and I also promise that I won’t hurt you. That’s not why I came here.” She inched just a little closer. “You’d know if I was. Bernie would start wiggling in my pocket…the air around me would get cold.”
She sighed. “We’ll probably never be friends again, even though I’d like to be. I just want you to know that I’m sorry. Everything got out of hand…I made a mistake.”
Shadow Wilson could very well tell that his little toy's sanity was wearing thin, and behind Wilson, near the campfire, he came into view, dancing around before jumping into the air and hovering just above his scientist to lightly push more flowers into his impossible hair, so that he wouldn't feel or notice a thing. No, Willow, perhaps, deserved a bit more time with someone as thick skulled as Higgsbury. And after that, he glanced at Willow and cocked an eyebrow, before disappearing once again.
Wilson though, admittedly broke a little bit under Willow's talk about being friends. He had never really had friends, even in his life before the island. There was only ever Timothy, but other than that...well, there had only ever been Willow. And he did miss having friends, he wanted to be Willow's friend again, but...he didn't want to admit it and hurt himself in the ways of pride, in addition to where he hurt everywhere else. But Willow apologized, maybe he wouldn't have to. "I...I think...maybe...we could work something out...?"
Wynne somehow tracked down Wilson and slipped into his camp. She tugged on his shirt. in an attempt to get his attention. "Hi Mister!"
@the-wanderer-willow
Wilson had been standing in the middle of the camp, eating the last of a meager handful of berries when he felt something tug on his shirt, causing him to squeal and nearly jump out of his own skin. Turning swiftly on his heels he held a look of fear, but it slowly disintegrated as he saw not a threat, but only a child.“Oh…Uhm…H-hello..?”
“I don’t know, I just figured comparing those experiences would help somehow…” Her first death had been slow, painful, and left a scar on her chest. Everyone’s first time was the worst, but what she had to go through was overkill. Willow could still recall feeling her life drift away.
That was one of the reasons she felt so bad. She showed off one of the worst things about the island: the inability to truly die.
His blood had literally been on her hands.
“I hope it helps to know that I didn’t get away from what I did to you. Your shadowy, little buddy did this to me…” She lifted up her blouse to show Wilson that hideous black scar running over her belly.
Wilson shook his head, slowly. “But…I didn’t die…” He admitted, quietly. He wasn’t sure how he survived, really, but he did know that he didn’t die, and that he had an awful concussion afterwards. He didn’t know this, of course, but it had been Shadow Wilson who saved his life for some unknown reason. But only one thought stuck out prominently in his mind now… Had she been aiming to kill him?
His already pale face went almost white at this thought, and he swallowed hard, pushing his back against the chest. He didn’t like Willow being here, he didn’t WANT her here! What if she tried to kill him again, but actually did it this time…?
Shaking his head then, he closed his eyes tightly. “I don’t have any shadow friends…I have shadow tormentors…” He mumbled, his own sanity slipping despite the crown on his head. When he did open his eyes, though, his cheeks turned red, and he turned his face away. “W-Willow! Honestly, have a little bit of decency…”
She made a face. Wilson did die! She watched as his flesh melted off his own skeleton! Maybe he just didn’t remember.
And maybe that was for the best.
“Relax, it’s not like I’m showing my body off to you.” Decency wasn’t really at the top of her priority list. She put her shirt down. “Sorry.”
“If it makes you feel a bit more comfortable…I’m not with my Wilson anymore. He won’t come after you again. I mean, Charlie might get upset if things go bad, but she’s easy to talk to.”
Even if Wilson did die, which he had no memory of at all, he didn't remember it in the least bit, and so he was convinced that it was just more of Willow's insanity showing itself again.
But regardless, the thought didn't comfort him. He wasn't being comforted at all, in fact, he was frightened. Funny to think how they had started out being friends, only to be torn apart over a disagreement of children.
"I-I don't feel comfortable." He murmured, closing his eyes to try to avoid looking at Willow altogether. "You're scaring me...I don't want you to hurt me anymore and...you're clearly insane!"
