Don’t Starve: A Nightmarish Journey Part 1
The wind blowing, the death leaves on the tree falling off their branches, what remain of dusk is slowly setting away. Soon it will be night. Wibur, who is sitting cross legged in front of a campfire, sighs a little, looking around his surroundings. He picks up a stick beside him to poke at the fire, to helping it kendle some more. He looks up at the sky and see the sun is setting, which starts to worry him a bit. “He should have been back by now.” He said to himself, very concerned for his campmate wellbeing. It is going to be dark soon and those things will come out, something he didn’t want to think about he just wants his friend to be back as soon as possible. Wibur wishes they had stayed at the base the two of them had built together. With walls, tents and the gardens. However the two of them were running low on meat and needed to stock up. Thanks to his werewolf scents of smell, Wade has been tracking a herd of beefalo, hoping to bring back a few back to the main campsite for them and their friends.
Wibur sighs as he pokes the fire with a stick, hoping Wade would return soon. He hears the sounds of sticks breaking behind him and Wibur jumped up to his feet, turning around to see who it was that broke those sticks; it was the brawler Wade. Wibur smiles ear to ear before rushing over to Wade to give him a big hug. The brawler chuckles. “I wasn’t gone that long was I?” he asked, not even realizing how late it was. “Look up and see where the sun is.” Wibur said, pointing up at the sky. Wade looks up at the sky and see how close it was to the sun setting and it becoming night. “Oh fuck,I was out late.” Wade said shocked at how much he lost track of time. “Didn’t you notice how dark it was getting?” Wibur asked, tilting his head to the side. Wade shakes his head, which was odd since Wade always seem to know what time it was even though neither had a watch or anything. Wade losing track of time was something that is extremely rare, but maybe it’s nothing to be all worried about; it’s just this one time anyways.
Wibur’s stomach starts to growl, making him blush and Wade chuckle. “I’m guessing you’re hungry?” Wade asked. Wibur looks up at him and nods slowly. Wade smiles and ruffles the smaller male’s hair. “I will start cooking.” He said, taking out his axe to cut up the meat he got from the beefalo he killed. “Was it a baby?” Wibur asked, watching Wade cook the meat. “Nah, it was an older male.” Wade answered, Wibur giving a little sigh of relief. “Why would you care if it was a baby?” Wade asked, Wibur never really asked the age of the meat he justs eats it. Wibur just shrugs at Wade’s question.
When the meat was done cooking, Wade made some makeshift plates with some of the log they had been sitting on. Probably wasn’t the cleaning thing to eat off from, but it was better than nothing. Once the two males had their fill of meat, Wibur looked out into the darkness, hearing the strange familiar sounds of this island. It was to the point where it no longer bothered him, same with Wade. It was something they had to get use to and as long as they had the light and their sanity, the creatures couldn’t get to them. Wibur yawns a little and leans his head against Wade’s arm, Wade then put that arm around Wibur and brought him in close to his side. Wade is going to stay up and make sure the fire was burning while Wibur would sleep, it was something he was use to back the main campsite for the others. Wade always has the urge to keep everyone safe, though he wasn’t the leader type he was just more of a protective older brother type. Wibur snuggles up to the werewolf, slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep.
TO Be Continued
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