[Don't Starve] Someone I'm Close To {Maxwil}

Chapter 4- His Companion

The next morning, Wilson was awoken by the sounds of panicked yelling outside. He awoke slowly and felt a breeze against the side of his face. He looked to the side and found that the side of the tent had been lifted a little. He looked to the other side and saw that his backpack had been taken off and was pushing against the side of the tent, causing it to lean. Huh. He didn't remember taking it off last night....

"Wilson? Are you awake?" A Canadian voice with a hint of a French accent was heard as the flap of Wilson's tent was pulled back. It was Woodie.

"Am now." The scientist mumbled groggily.

"Get up. Dude, the weirdest fuckin' thing just happened. Everyone's freaking out." The Canadian said urgently.

Wilson rubbed his eyes. "I can hear that." He stretched his limbs out for a moment. "Alright, alright, I'll be out in a second." He yawned and Woodie stepped back as the scientist stepped out of his tent. 

"Hey..." He noticed that Wigfrid, Wes, Wolfgang, and the Webber/Wendy duo were standing not too far off from where the tents were located. "What's going on out here?"

"Morning, Wilson." Wigfrid flashed him a kind smile before her face fell back into a worried shape. "To be honest, I dunno. We heard something thumping around outside camp and then a scream, and for some reason they told me to stay back while they went to check it out."

"They?" Wilson eyed the full crowd of a well over half the current residents of their rather impressive base camp. 

"Wickerbottom and Maxwell!" Wigfrid stamped her foot and groaned with frustration. "I don't get it! They're both so frail! If they get hit by something really dangerous, you know they're both done for." It was obvious to Wilson that the redhead only cared about Wickerbottom, though.  Everyone knew that she and Maxwell didn't really get along...at all. 

Wilson was about to press further when the sound of heavy panting became audible, like someone was running hard. He looked from Wigfrid over to the gap between wall fragments that served as an entryway and his jaw nearly dropped. A woman leaned against the side of the wall, one arm propping her up, her face turned toward the ground. Her clothes consisted of a collared red long-sleeved shirt, black pleated skirt, Mary Jane shoes, and white socks. Her attire was wrinkled and dirty, as if she hadn't had access proper shelter or a clean change of clothes in a while. Her hair was thick and a sleek black color, pulled behind her head into two pigtails that curled to form a "W". Her square bangs covered her face as she looked down. 

The scientist's breath hitched and he dared to take a step forward. The woman looked up, revealing a face with wide eyes and a small nose. 

"Willow?" The word was caught in the scientist's throat and came out choked.

The woman's eyes widened. "Wilson?" She stood up all the way and the two looked each other up and down.

"No fucking way." A large, goofy smile spread across Wilson's lips, and the person named Willow reciprocated the action.

"Oh my god!" The two ran toward each other and threw their arms around the other in a tight hug, collapsing to the ground on their knees. It hurt Wilson to do so, but the pain was overlooked.

"Holy shit, Willow, it's really you!" Wilson began to tremble and a lump formed in his throat. 

"Y-yeah, who else would it be, silly?" Willow smiled and buried her face in her brother's shoulder. "I thought I'd never see you again..."