//------------------------------// // Critical Failure // Story: Don't Starve! // by Tee Sion //------------------------------// "TEAR THEM APART!!!!!" Wilson jabbed his spear into the attacking timberwolf, it landed right in his eye. The beast gave a high pitched cry and retreated to the back of the pack. Wilson then grabbed a fistful of dirt, threw it in their faces and ran. His heart was pumping faster than his legs were moving. Along the way he picked up Spike and Chester. Wilson left the cart behind, the trees would get in the way if he tried to push it through. Thinking back it was probably a waste of time to throw dirt at them, but it caught them by surprise. "I am so done with running!" Wilson said in between breaths. The chase was hot, and the timberwolves were way faster than Wilson. He felt one barely bite on his shirt, but it let go. He started taking sharp turns to throw them off, it worked until they found out what he was doing. Wilson noticed that some of them weren't behind him anymore. Either they gave up or they were trying to trick him, he just kept running. Seeing how the odds evened out just a little, Wilson stop abruptly and kicked his leg back. It slammed into a timberwolves face and it reeled back in pain. "Ah ha! Gotcha!" Wilson shouted in victory. There were only two more that were present, which is good. They both jumped at him at the same time, Wilson placed Spike and Chester behind him. When the wolves reached him he ducked and they flew right over him. The two almost landed on Spike. Wilson turned around and grabbed one by the neck and threw it hard against a tree. The other one looked like it wanted to flee, until it gained a boost of confidence. Wilson could hear twigs and leaves crunching around him, he realized he fell right for the trap. "Spike! Chester! Run!!!!" He shouted, pointing them out of danger. While he was distracted the timberwolf bit down onto his foreleg, Wilson screamed. Spike and Chester were reluctant to run and leave Wilson behind. Wilson fell to the ground, his leg in much pain. He wrestled with the wolf, receiving splinters on his hands and legs repeatedly. The rest of the pack had arrived, at least six of them. Wilson overpowered his attacker and snapped it's neck, which the rest of them timberwolves didn't appreciate. They all began to growl viscously, too bad foam wasn't coming out of their mouthes, it would have fit. Breaking the staredown, on of the wolves cried out and fell on top of the others. Wilson's eyes widened, he looked at the cause of this. "Chester!" Wilson said, smiling a little. He realized this was the chance to take them down! As the wolves struggled to get up, Wilson looked around frantically for something heavy. After a few second he'd found a pretty good rock to smash some stick monsters with. The pack had just got up and they were just as confused as the other. "DIIIIIIEEEEE!!!" Wilson screamed, he ran at the closest victim. He brought the rock down onto it's head and it was completely smashed. The debris flew everywhere, Wilson had to cover his eyes so he doesn't get something in it. Not lingering too long, Wilson continued his massacre. He smashed the next wolf with ease, not before the rest of them began to attack. Luckily he had Chester there to help him out, he rammed his horns into the side of a wolf. Then Wilson kicked it's snout and let go of the rock right above it's head. He heard Chester make a weird noise, Wilson looked over and saw a wolf putting Chester in his mouth! "Chester! Let go of him!!!!!" Wilson charged to defend Chester. A wolf clamped it's jaws down on Wilson's calf, which slowed him down. Another one bit his arm, Wilson grunted and used on hand to reach for the rock. "It's gone!?" The rock had disappeared out of thin air. Wilson struggled underneath the two wolves and wiggled his arms and legs. He heard a wolf cry in pain, the pressure on his calf had gone away. Spike had the rock in his hands, breathing heavily. Wilson mouthed thank you, and flipped around to pin his assaulter down. Slamming his fist into it's face, ignoring the intense pain from splinters. Quickly, Wilson returned to helping Chester with his predicament. Wilson kicked the wolf in the face, it whined in agony but did not let go of Chester. Wilson grew frustrated at it's stubbornness, and kept kicking. It took the beat like a damn champion, and it continued to bite onto Chester, making him squeal and wriggle. "Gosh darnit! Let...go...of him!" Wilson screamed between kicks. Finally, the timberwolf ceased his assault on the helpless little living chest. Chester feel to the ground, panting and making high pitched whines to express his pain and adrenaline. We was actually bleeding, Wilson had never seem him bleed before. Of all of the beating Chester had taken, and all of the injuries he's succumbed, he's never bled before. "Ch-chester, you're bleeding?!" Wilson said, shocked. The blood was pouring out extremely fast, and it was a dark brown color. Spike had taken notice of this too. "Wilson, we've got to get out of here and take him to a hospital or something!" He exclaimed, tugging on the human's shirt, which was pretty banged up. There was still one timberwolf left, which seemed to had run away in fear of dying next. "YOU SHOULD SAVE YOUR DOG FRIEND, WILSON!" "He's not a dog! I think, or well, nevermind I don't have time for this!" Spike looked confused, and looked at Wilson. "I never called him a dog, are you okay?" Spike asked. "Nothing! Nothing! Lets go" Wilson picked up Chester, who by this time has fainted, or so Wilson only hoped, from blood loss. Luckily the cart was still nearby so the three backtracked to it and Spike and Chester sat in it. Wilson ran as fast as he could through the forest, ignoring the leaves and branches slapping his face. He was in no condition to even run, his leg was messed up and he'd basically lost as much blood as Chester. Wilson knew he had to do this or else they'd all probably die out here. In not much time at all, but it seemed like forever to the injured folk, they had reached the brightening end of the eerie forest. "Wilson we've got to hurry! I don't think Chester has much time to wait any longer!" Spike yelled, trying to egg wilson on. "Shut up, Spike! Just....SHUT UP!" Wilson replied, his eyes were watering and his throat hurt. Spike reeled back in shock and looked down at himself. For a split second Wilson felt really bad about snapping so suddenly, but he ignored it. He'll apologize later, yeah? "Chester, boy. You doing good in there? Please, Chester, I can't lose you again!" Chester gave no response, but he twitched his little front legs. Wilson would have been more happy to see that if the cart wasn't almost full of blood. Spike had scooted to the very edge of it to not be soaked in it. Wilson had made it inside of Ponyville and charged through the crowd of active ponies. They barely could react to Wilson's extreme speeds and had to dive out of the way. Spike noticed this and started shouting. "Out of the way! this is an emergency here! Everypony out of the way!" He swung his arms outwards, as if that'll make them move faster. Wilson's vision was blurring and he was very fatigued, but he just wouldn't let himself stop. His legs were wobbly and his head could not stay upright. Wilson felt himself slipping away from consciousness. He suddenly just dropped to the ground, the cart was left moving on it's own. Spike shouted and leapt in front of the cart to stop it. "N-no, Chester, I-I'm so sorry..b-" Wilson passed out. He sure as hell hoped Spike would get help, quick, Not just for Chester anymore because Wilson's injuries got worse on the way. ----- Wilson sat at the tiny table in the middle of the black room. He looked at the two tea cups and one large tea pot on the table. He wondered who was going to drink the other cup, but until they arrived he wouldn't dare begin to drink his. Instead he just thought about irrelevant things. One of them was that he had a hospital gown on, he didn't know why, or how, but it was comfortable enough to not complain about. Another thing is how there was a very quiet beeping in the backround. He could barely hear it echo on all sides of this room, almost as if it had been much bigger than he knew. ".............., ................?" Wilson said words, but he couldn't hear them. He raised one brow and tried again. ".... ..........., ........ ..., ..?" This was odd, Wilson gave up trying to hear himself, he could do that in his mind anyways. It began to get boring waiting for his guest, or his host, so he took a sip of his hot tea. "It's Earl Grey, you like?" A voice spoke up, Wilson looked around. He also hated Earl Grey tea, so why did he like this one? Wilson shook his head and placed his tiny cup down. A figure began to walk in the darkness, it was darker than the darkness? He could see it's silhouette, even in this "lighting". He began to think it was Maxwell, but instead it was a weird looking being. It had mis-matched limbs and one big tooth, Wilson was about to move away from it in fear. "No, please, sit" It urged. Reluctantly, Wilson pulled his seat out again and sat down. The hybrid, dragon thing smiled and took his seat. He took a long sip of his tea, so long that Wilson would really call it a sip. "Ahhh, that's the stuff" The draconequus cleared his throat. "Now, Wilson, I understand you're whole predicament, yes I know who Maxwell is and I know what he's done to you" Wilson raised a brow, and waiting for more. "And I urge you to NOT retrieve the pieces he's tempting you to retrieve" What? Who is this guy to tell Wilson what to do? Wilson thought about what he had said for a whole minute. "... ... ...?" "Who am I? Oh of course I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me." Discord vanished in a mere millisecond. Confused, Wilson just waited for this thing to come back. He was going to take another gulp of his tea, but he saw two yellow eyes inside! ".... ... ....!?" Wilson shouted, throwing the cup on the table. The eyes fell onto the table and the table grew a mouth. "I am, Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony" The table said, while it slowly formed back into Discords normal form. This sounded way too familiar, chaos? Disharmony? This guy is a carbon copy or Maxwell for sure. Or maybe he is Maxwell? ".... ....... .... .. .......!" "Wilson, I am NOT Maxwell, thank Celestia for that. He is pure evil!" What? The "spirit of chaos and disharmony" is calling someone else pure evil? That doesn't make any sense at all. Wilson's head was beginning to hurt, bad news. "I mean, can you believe that guy? I know I'm really not one to talk, but honestly..." Discords mood visibly changed. "I fear for Equestria so long as he exists..." Wilson didn't know what too say, except for some questions. ".... .. .. ........? .. ... ....?" No response. Why? ".......?" Wilson watched as the beeping became much louder and the room was getting whiter. He covered his eyes and groaned. "Wilson?" "Wilson?" "Can you hear me?" "Yes!"