I'm In Charge Now

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I accidentaly spoiled myself about the ending of Adventure Mode and then wanted to know what the ending really is.
Sooo ... I think my brain went a little crazy. Seriously, I've never had so much creative input as I have right now. And all that caused by Don't Strave.


[WARNING] This is also accompanied with a little headcanon-ficlet I wrote, so if you want to avoid spoiling yourself, don't read anything below this point! [WARNING END]


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How could he have been so foolish?
Wilson stared into darkness, the only light source the torches placed around the Nightmare Throne. In a moment of pity for Maxwell he had freed his torturer and put himself in his position. It was a stupid thing to do he realised.


Now the tendrils of the throne cut into his arms and legs, drawing blood and causing excruciating pain while forcing him to stay where he was. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t turn off the gramaphone that had started playing that annoying music after Maxwell had dissolved into dust. He could only shift uncomfortably in his seat and move his head to stare into the Void.
At first, he had tried to fight the Throne, to loosen the tendrils, but the shadowy things only tightened and cut deeper and deeper into his flesh until the floor below his feet was drenched in blood. Wilson had given up the fight then, whining in pain and exhausted by the blood loss.

He didn’t realise that he’d fallen asleep until the sharp throb of pain woke him. It felt as if hundreds of injection needles pierced his body where the shadow tendrils touched his skin. Instinctively he tried to free himself, pulling his arms up and his legs away from the throne only to cause the pain becoming worse until it felt like a swarm of killer bees tried to sting him to death. Wilson forced himself to relax - it was a way known to ease the pain of injections. The more the body cramped the more pain the needle would cause, and the other way round. And it worked. He breathed out in relief as the needles seemed to retract from his arms and legs until only the cold of the shadow tendrils was left.

That made Wilson think. The thing he sat on seemed to have some kind of intelligence, a cruel one to be sure. It didn’t want him to drift away but it wouldn’t hurt him if he obeyed the things it wanted - And it seemed that it wanted him not to fight its presence right now, to accept that he was trapped.
But if that thing possessed intelligence, there surely would be a way to communicate with it. Maxwell hadn’t known how to do this, considering that he’d said he didn’t really know what it wanted. But Wilson wouldn’t be a scientist if he couldn’t figure out how to do this.

First he tried to relax even more, but the tension that still ran though his body and the fear and desperation to be trapped in such an unreal place wouldn’t let him. He needed to get rid of these feelings first, otherwise he couldn’t try what he wanted to.
Breathing deep and steady, Wilson told himself that he would surely find a way out of his misery. He was a scientist, a man of thought and logic. If he couldn’t solve this riddle, who else could?

He closed his eyes and remembered all the things he had gone through:
Packs of Hounds trying to eat him.
Bees and wasps that were so aggressive he didn’t even have to provoke them to get attacked.
Tentacles that shot out of the muddy swamp ground, trying to tear his body apart.
Hallucinations that made a nights sleep impossible and gave him nightmares.
All that seemed to have been way harder than his current situation. He didn’t have to suffer from hunger or beasts that tried to kill him. He didn’t freeze to death because of cold winter air. No sudden thunderstorm threatened to hit him with a lightning strike. Nor did fire creep up on him, burning him alive.
Over all this situation was better that what he had encountered on that lonely island.

A slight smile appeared on his lips. Yes, he definitely had found a better place than the world outside this darkness, and who said he wouldn’t be able to go where he wanted to? He had seen Maxwell outside of this place, after all. Wilson felt the tendrils of shadows around his wrists and ankles relax, until they completely retracted. His smile grew into a grin.

“I’ll have to entertain you, don’t I?”, he asked the darkness and the shadows and a faint howl in the distant vastness of the Void was the answer. He wasn’t afraid about that sound. Somehow he welcomed it. The howl had something about it that sounded of agreement, of safety.

The safety didn’t last long, though. Wilson cried out, as a spear of shadows pierced though his body. He looked down just to see that it had made its way through his chest. Blood started to fill his mouth because it had perforated his lungs. He wasn’t able to breath anymore, until something strange happened. The pain vanished without a warning and with it the Nightmare Throne he was sitting on.
He fell hard to the ground coughing blood and desperately trying to get the air back in his lungs. As his body finally relaxed again he looked around. The Throne was gone, but instead he felt a feeling wash over him, together with a thousand shadows that once were the Nightmare Throne. It was the feeling of a weird kind of power he now possessed. The shadows and its demons had taken him and as long as he fulfilled their wishes, they wouldn’t let him suffer.

Slowly Wilson stood up, stretching his aching body. It felt as if he’d run a marathon, every muscle tense. Looking around, he saw that he wasn’t in the Void anymore.
An evil grin appeared on his face as he realized that now he would finally have his revenge on Maxwell as he saw the other man standing in the middle of an island in the endless vastness of the ocean. Maxwell wasn’t dead - he had just escaped the hands of the Nightmare Throne.
And Wilson would make sure that his regained life would just be as fear filled and uncomfortable as his had been over the past year.


_{I also believe that Wilson would become even worse than Maxwell after exchanging places with him. As soon as he gets used to the Nightmare Throne, he would find its advantages and use them, too. Maxwell would pretty much be his personal guineapig - Because come on, who could resist doing experiments without bearing the consequences?}




Art and ficlet belongs to me
Don't Starve and Characters belong to Klei Entertainment