//------------------------------// // Old Friends and New // Story: Don't Starve! // by Tee Sion //------------------------------// Everypony watched in confusion as the human hugged an scratched the creature. Twilight heard him refer to it as, "Chester", which made her curious. Wilson laughed as his companion licked his face, snuggling against him in excitement. It was very cute, really, Twilight heard a few "aaaaaawes" from the crowd. "Wilson? Do you know this… creature?" Twilight asked, walking towards the two. Wilson multitasked in giving Chester some attention, and answering Twilight's question. He looked over at her. "Absolutely! He's an old friend of mine, his name's Chester!" Upon being mentioned, Chester bounced in the air a couple of times and spun around. He hopped towards Twilight and, much to Twilight's dismay, gave her a long, slobbery lick on the face. She recoiled and shook her head to get the saliva off of her. Some ponies giggled and Twilight had to just give a small smile. Chester then bounced towards Wilson and licked him, again, Chester then layer down in front of Wilson and fell asleep extremely fast. "He must be exhausted from the transportation, I know he feels" Wilson said, sitting next to the sleeping chest. Wilson saw a large pink blur appear in front and behind him ,then back in front of him again. He gasped and fell backwards, a pink pony had just…. teleported in front of him. "HItheremynamesPinkiepiewhat'syournameohthatssillyIalreadyknowyournameit'sWilson!" The pony said, practically putting her nose on Wilson's. He was surprised at the sudden outburst of words at such a fast speed, not even a single breath taken. "Hello there Miss… Pinkie Pie, it seems you'd be rather hyper today" Wilson said, standing up and shaking her hoof. Pinkie Pie's smile grew… impossible! "So, you're the new pony in town! Oh boy! Before I go, what's your favorite cake flavor!" Wilson thought for a moment and smiled. "Um… Cinnamon Swirl?" Wilson half asked, half preferred. Pinkie nodded and ran off. Wilson was at a loss of words, he just looked over where the pony had left and slightly shook his head. "Oh, don't mind her, she's just being Pinkie Pie" Rainbow Dash said, flying up to Wilson. Wilson just nodded and began to pick up Chester. "I'd better get him someplace safe, do you mind if he slept at the library? He knows better" Wilson asked hopefully. "Of course, just as long as he's house trained" Wilson deadpanned and looked at Twilight. He chuckled a little and smiled. "Twilight, he doesn't do that stuff, he doesn't have…. you know" Twilight's mouth formed an 'o' and she nodded. Wilson began to walk back towards the library, he'd meet Twilight and Rainbow Dash back on the street. It had been a quiet uneventful walk, ponies were minding their own business and Wilson minded his own, Chester just slept through that whole thing. He opened the door to the library and placed Chester down on the couch, he smiled and threw a blanket over him. Wilson felt, uneasy all of the sudden, that strange feeling that something was wrong. He'd gotten this feeling before, when he was on the island, but what did it mean? He heard a small, evil laugh emanate from behind the couch. Wilson swallowed hard and steeped forwards, he slowly looked behind the couch… nothing. "Boo" A voice said. "Gaaaah!" Wilson screamed, he fell behind the couch and quickly stood up, he saw a tall figure. The coat was black and furry, long, skinny arms accompanied the sleeves. The light hit the figure, Wilson's eyes widened and he gasped. His face had pure hatred on it, grinding his teeth, Wilson spat. "Maxwell" Wilson didn't want to even see his face anywhere. "I'm glad you're so happy to see me, pal." Maxwell snapped his fingers and he appeared in a floating chair, in front of a floating tea pot and tea cups. "Care for some tea?" Maxwell said sarcastically, Wilson had never seen Maxwell pull something like that off before. It was like Maxwell's power has increased ever since he's been here. "Lets cut to the chase, Maxwell, what do you want!" Wilson wasn't having any patience for this scumbag. Maxwell smiled and floated to the floor, his eyes burning into Wilson's. "I have a proposition for you, how about this, I'll let you go back to Earth, but you'll have to do some things for me in return" Maxwell said. Wilson put on a look of confusion, he was actually offended that Maxwell would think that would work. "Have you grown stupider, Maxwell? Or do you just assume that since you are so much mightier than me, I would fall for that? Did you give up your brain for some new powers!" Wilson yelled, clenching his fists tightly. Maxwell huffed. "Fine, live here with those disgusting ponies instead of on Earth? Think about your family, think about your experiments, I'll even let you take Chester with you!" Maxwell said, rubbing his hands and smiling. Wilson began to sweat, he's always known not to bargain with Maxwell, but this was VERY tempting. Wilson couldn't shake the thought of him being on Earth again, and his family, he longed deeply for both, for such a long time. Wilson cleared his throat and pulled on his collar. "That's a very tempting deal, and I would agree but-" "EXCELLENT!!!!" Maxwell grabbed Wilson by the neck and clutched his arm. Maxwell burned Wilson's arm and smiled, Wilson screamed in pain, waking Chester. The door to the library opened, and Twilight and Rainbow Dash walked in. "Wilson! Are you sti-" Twilights ears drooped and she went into defense mode. Rainbow Dash charged at Maxwell. Maxwell realized this and teleported away, Wilson was dropped to the floor with a thump and he groaned. Chester bounced over to sit defensively next to Wilson. "Oh my Celestia! Are you okay, Wilson?" Twilight said, running over to him. She knew who that person was, Twilight frowned in thought of Maxwell. "Yeah dude, are you alight? He looked like he was going to kill you!!!" Rainbow Dash said, flying over Wilson and helping him up. He slouched on the couch and beads of sweat rolled down his, now pale, face. His whole body was steaming, his left arm, more specifically, it was a dark red. "T-thank you…. but I think I-i'm okay" Wilson breathed, being carful not to touch his arm. "What did he do to you!" Twilight asked in concern, she had a glass of water in her magic. Wilson grabbed it quickly and gulped at it. He sighed and set the water down. "He was going to bargain with me, and when I was going to decline…. he just, did this" Wilson gestured to his burnt arm, Wilson had dark finger prints on his neck. He rubbed his neck and groaned. "I am going to get some medical supplies, hold on" Twilight said, walking inside of a hallway. Rainbow Dash sat down besides Wilson and looked at his arm. "Hey, Wilson, what are those markings on your arm?" Rainbow said, pointing to his arm. "Huh?" Wilson looked at his arm, he gasped at the development. He stared at his arm in awe and surprise, all of the 'thing' parts to Maxwells machine were branded onto his Wilson's forearm. Wilson lightly rubbed them, they were like tattoos, but they were hot. They were vertically aligned on his arm, and the one closest to his inner elbow was the darkest. Twilight walked in with a medical bag and looked at Wilson's arm from afar. Her eyes widened, Wilson had told her about those items. "Are those the parts to that machine you told me about?" Twilight asked, setting the bag down, she grabbed some ice packs and burn gel. She rubbed some of the magical substance on Wilson's arm, instantly making the red go away. She grabbed an ice pack. "If you can still feel some pain, just hold this on your arm." Wilson nodded and glared back at his arm. What does this mean? Am I going to have to travel everywhere to find these things? How will I know that i've found one? Where should I start, will I ever get home?, these thought filled Wilson's mind. He couldn't stop staring at the marks, his head began to hurt, there were voices telling him to stare. The pain increased in his head, he clutched his head to make the voices shut up. He closed his eyes tightly, he saw white eyes staring back at him in the darkness of his eyelids. They were mocking, and intimidating Wilson. He groaned and shook his head, the eyes were not fazed. They began to float closer to him, like they were sliding on ice. Wilson opened his eyes in fear, he let out a scream and ran towards the nearest corner. He stared at the pitch-black, four legged ponies staring at him. One began to fly towards him, the other was walking towards him. "WILSSSSSSSSON" One said in an unsettling tone. It's head turned as it said his name. He screamed at them to make them go away, the flying one reached him. It touched his shoulder and he recoiled in pain, he rushed passed the two and barged through the wooden door. He ran outside, screaming and looking for safety. He looked back at the grey tree, the two beasts were running towards him, the only recognizable thing Wilson could see was…. Chester. The puppy-like companion bounced towards Wilson, Wilson grabbed Chester and ran as fast as he could. "WILSSSSSSSSSSSON!!!" He heard them shout, the pitch of the scream tore at his ear drums. Wilson hollered in pain and dropped Chester, covering his ears at the annoying ringing her began to hear. Soon, his mind couldn't take it, Wilson became drowsy and fell to the ground and closed his eyes. Letting the white, soulless ones get as close as they wanted. ----- Wilson was laying on…. nothing. He just lay there, as if he was floating. Everything around him was black, he couldn't see anything, it was just a dark void. He suddenly had the strength to stand, so he did. His feet hit the air and a white platform appeared below him. He began to walk forwards, another white platform formed on the other. He kept walking and walking for hours upon end. He came across five white doors, each had a 'thing' piece on it. He looked at his arm, the highest piece up was the Metal Potato 'thing'. He walked towards the door with the specific 'thing' on it, he clutched the knob and twisted. A quick surge of light at blasted out of the door, Wilson was sucked in. He was suddenly looking at some sort of vision, or epiphany, it showed a first person view of something running through a forest. It looked like the forest Wilson awoke in, the runner kept running at an extremely fast pace, all of the trees and such were just small blurs in the view. The runner had arrived at a destroyed castle, he ran into the caste and the large white light had appeared again. Wilson was blown out of the door and launched off of the platforms, Wilson just endlessly fell into nothing. ----- Wilson shuffled in a soft, warm cushion. He slowly opened his eyes, the darkness of the room was good. He didn't want light burning his eyes, he squinted and looked around. Wilson was in the main room of the library, he was laying on the couch with a blanket and a glass of water sitting on a coffee table. Chester was snuggled into the blanket next to Wilson, small, cute little snores emanated from the loyal companion. Wilson yawned and secretly and silently got out off of the couch. He stretched his arms and legs out, he scratched his beard. What was that vision I had? Did it mean something?, Wilson bombarded himself with questions, picking up his glass. He sipped on it and set it down, he walked over to the window. The curtains were closed, Wilson lifted them up to look beyond them. "Oh, it's dark out, must be nighttime. Gee, night is super bright here, I can actually see out there." Wilson whispered to himself. He moved over, back to the couch. He slid back into the covers with Chester, putting his face against his soft fur. he might as well get some sleep, he'd have a lot to discuss with Twilight. A whole lot