Fact and Fantasy (Wilson x Reader)

Its a bit of a haze...

He waves to her as he leaves her camp.
"And you're sure you'll get back safe?"
"Yes, Miss. I'm a very capable scientist after all." he puffs.
"Alright, just be safe, and don't do anything stupid."
"No promises." He gives her a cheeky grin that's returned by a light glare, yikes. "Okay, okay, I won't"
He waves good by and leaves her camp. The sun had finally set, leaving his only light source a couple of torches. 'Camps not too far away, I'll be fine.'
He stepped further and further from the light of the fire, into pitch black. His torch helped him see, if only a little.
He walked and walked, listening to his own footsteps. It was so quiet tonight, where were the crickets? The nocturnal creatures? He strains his ears and begins to feel uneasy.
"Wilson!" He hears you and spins around.
"What? What's wrong?!" To his shock and confusion, no ones there. It's then that he feels eyes settle upon him. His every move feels tracked as he continues his walk home.
"It's there, look to your right," His Father hisses, dragging his attention to where they would be.
"No idiot, to your left." A woman, his Mother, commands. His head snaps the other way in confused irritation. This can't be happening, not again.
"You're going in circles you know..." a mans voice growls beside him, deep, unnaturally guttural, and earthy. When Wilson looks this time, he almost jumps back in fright. A man made entirely of shadow walks beside him. The mans eyes are a searing white that penetrates Wilson's mind to the core.
"You're not even real." Wilson grumbles, trying to shake the fear insighted by the man.
"Oh, I'm not? Well..." he reaches out and grabs Wilson's shoulder, pulling him back mid step "If that were so, then how could-" he niks Wilson's cheek "do this?"
Wilson hisses in pain, shoving himself away from the man. He had to get back to camp, and quick.
He breaks into a sprint, dodging trees, stumps, and roots. His ears prick when he hears something almost animal like chasing him. Sadly, he wasn't dodging rocks and found himself sprawling to the ground. He scrambles to get back up. What ever was chasing managed to catch up and thump him onto his back.
He feels the wind and almost his very life rush out of him, it's so very hard to breath. Above him towers a beast with many eyes, and teeth where they had no reason to be. It goes in for an attack and out of reflex, Wilson blocks it with his arm.
Oh hell, oh hell. It burns, so badly. Was it's teeth coated in venom? This couldn't be real. It didn't make sense. He could see through the monster, and how his arm remained suspended by the creatures mouth.
But if it weren't real then why did it hurt so horribly?
In desperation, he grabs the stone that tripped him and smashes it into the monsters head with a crack. The force and shock to the monster forces it to let go and stagger away, granting Wilson enough time to scramble to his feet and run. His right arm lie useless at his side, leaving his shaking left hand to hold his saving torch light.
He can hear the paws of the monster fade away, and for just a moment, he lets himself fall beneath a tree, out of breath. His was so tired, so disoriented, nothing made sense. The edges of his vision coming and going, almost seeming to pulse.
'I just gotta rest my head, for only a moment. Just a little bit..' his head lolls forward to hard and fast, making him jolt back up. What he sees there shocks him.

A flower, soft and pale pink. It's almost larger than his hands. He picks it and runs his fingers over the petals. "Where did you come from?" This was too happy to be made by his mind. When he looks to the ground in front of him again more flowers dot the way. They aren't as big, but that's fine. They seemed to cast their own faint glow, even after being picked. He followed them, and with each flower found, his sight became clearer, his brain less clouded, and the voices so much quieter. There was hope...
Before he knew it, he was back at his camp, exhausted, but alive. He spent the rest of that night falling in and out of sleep while crafting a chain. Anything to ease his boggy mind.