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

Chapter 9- Run.

When Wilson finally settled into his tent, it took a moment to realize his sister wasn't in there with him. When realization finally struck, it did so like a brick.

"Ohh no." Panic quickly set in and he glanced around rapidly. "Willow?" Where could she be at this hour? A thousand possible ideas raced through his mind, so quickly, in fact, that he was about two seconds away from completely blanking out when someone opened the tent.

"Oh, god. Wilson?" Willow's hair was untied and messy, her shirt crudely buttoned and her collar crooked. "Uh...hi."

"Where were you?!" Wilson demanded. "I was on the verge of a mental breakdown!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Willow crawled into the tent next to her brother and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I'm...I was just...I thought I had more time..."

"Where were you?" Wilson asked again, a bit less angry this time now that he'd seen what state she was in. He had a pretty good idea of where she'd been now. She mumbled something in response. "Hm?"

"Wigfrid's tent." She said sheepishly, her face a little flushed. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd stay out later..." She let go of Wilson and buried her face in her hands, embarrassed.

Wilson processed this for a moment. "About what I would have expected. Whatever happened to 'planned on dating'? I mean, I'm not upset with you or anything, except for your not telling me you'd be screwing around with her and would be back late and instead left me here to have a heart attack over your absence..."

"Buzz off! We weren't...ugh." Willow huffed. "Look, I'm as stressed as you, alright? We both are. Neither of us are sure how long we've got left, what with recent events and everything, Winnie's scared out of her mind that everyone thinks she did it and we're just trying to get as much time together as possible. Is that a problem?"

"I'd appreciate it if you had at least told me you'd be out late." Wilson replied bitterly. "But no, it's not a problem. I was just worried about you is all. Please don't be mad at me."

"Well, are you mad at me?" Willow asked.

"No..."

"Then I'm not mad at you." Willow pecked him on the forehead. "Let's just go to sleep now, alright? Lighten up. I'm sure you and Maxwell were doing the same thing out there."

Wilson sighed. "You could be right, you could be wrong." He flopped back under the sheets and Willow joined him. "Well, goodnight, I guess."

"Goodnight."

They fell asleep shortly after.

~~

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, a blinding white light rendered Wilson sightless for a few brief moments before his eyes focused.

'Oh, boy.' He groaned internally, recognizing right away where he was. 'Not this shit again.'

It was the same room in which Charlie coerced him into almost shooting his sister. Almost.

For a while, Wilson just stood there, motionless, waiting for Charlie to make her move on him. By this point he was pretty damn certain she was the one behind his weird dreams. It would certainly explain why he was unable to control himself for the most part here, at least.

Finally, he got tired of waiting.

"Charlie, come out. I know it's you." It was probably the most impulsive and ballsy thing he'd ever said, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Whatever she wanted to do to him, he wanted over as soon as possible. Just like that, he heard a soft whoosh noise that sent such a strong feeling of surprise through him that it was paralyzing.