My Little Wilson Friendship is Starving

What is a story? A story is an account of something's past told to all those who would will listen. Some can be funny, others sad. All stories however have something to them though. This is the story of a scientist, a world of colorful ponies, and of a puppet master.

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It was a middle of summer on the island, the kind of summer in which one could find all sorts of creatures active on these islands going about their business, what ever it may be.

There was almost no clouds in the sky around this time of year, plenty of time left in the days, and to top it all off it was mating season for the local fauna, meaning prey was in large numbers around this time of year.

With the large numbers of prey this time of year comes predators, so of course it would only be natural for the hunters to be out searching for a quick meal. And it just so happen to turn out that at the same time a pack of said hunters where out looking for unsuspecting prey that a certain gentlemen scientist was out looking for a bit fire wood for the coming nights.

Funny how these things turn out sometimes, huh?

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Today was not a good day for Wilson. Frist off there was the whole thing with having to fight off those spiders last night and then those stupid turkey birds made off with his last round of barriers making him resort to eating monster meat of all things.

And now to top it all off...these had to go and happen. *sigh* Well at the very least he could still run, that must mean something good right?
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"How did I get in to this mess!?" He asked himself through panted breaths, all the while trying not to trip over his own two clumsy feet.

"RAWWRR" *CHOMP!*

"I never should have left those stupid pigs!" he yelled as he looked back to steal a look at the hounds giving chase to him. Thinking about it he couldn't help but feel that leaving camp to go get wood was a bit of a bad idea in the long run.

Trust me at the time it seemed like a good idea, since the last time he went to get wood from the frost near his base, things didn't really turn out so well. Turns out some trees don't like the idea of being chop down and made into fire wood.

Those same trees also tended to have a nasty right hook too (one that he had the unfortunate experience of feeling first hand).

"BARK!" *SNAP*

As he continued to run from the hounds, he failed to notice that the sky had now turn a little bit darker. He only stop to notice this when a droplet of water hit the brim of his nose. He would have looked at the sky a bit looker if it hadn't been for the, oh you know, FACT THAT A GIANT ROW OF SHARP TEETH WHERE AN INCH FROM REMOVING HIS F***ING HEAD!

CHOP!!!!

Jumping back, he just barely missed the row of teeth tearing him a new Halloween costume of the horseless headless horseman (or HHH if you prefer).

However he was spared just enough time to check his head was still there since ,fun fact ,hounds need to stop running for a spilt second in order to bite something, giving him just enough time to put some space between the two of them.

This was nothing new to him seeing as he was used to this by now. Ever since he first arrived on the island everyday was a struggle to find food or run from something hoping to make you into food.

Before I move one did I say arrive? Let me rephrase that. "Ever since he was trapped on the island by a DEMON, everyday was a struggle to survive".

Yea I said trapped, as in forced to stay somewhere you don't want to. He however wasn't the only one trapped on the island if what those stupid pigmen, or the natives to the islands, said was true(which Wilson somewhat doubted since they couldn't even count to five).

They had often spoken of seeing other "Monkey people" , as they called him, on the islands before. They had stated that there were a good bit of them and that each was somewhat different then the last. For example there was one who could make fire out of thin air, one who could summon ghosts in the dead of night, and one that could even challenge one of them in strength (and probably in stupidity as well). But I'm getting a bit of topic, now aren't I?

Anyways back to the whole "trapped on an island by a demon" thing.

You see Wilson used to life far away from society in an old house out in the woods all by himself. What he did there? Well as the name "gentleman scientist" implies he spent much of his time doing experiments (most of which failed)out in the small house.

The experiments he did ranched from ones with living animals (some of which sadly died but as he put it was "it was all in the name of SCIENCE!") to trying to make the worlds best tacos. The fact that most of these failed was common true it did bum him out when it happened but never to the point in which he would quit his experiments since it was his life's dream after all.

However one day he did fail a experiment that made he quit...even if it wasn't of his own choose.

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It was a normal day to Wilson, the casual routine for the day. Wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast , and plan out the course for the day. That was the normal routine that he started his days with but today there was something different about his morning routine.

You see today he was doing a special experiment that needed 100% control to work and a lot of time, and he was at the most critical part of it. The main ingredients, a highly explosive liquid could only have so much be put in or else there was trouble. To little and it would all go to waste, to much however and well...BOOM! A bit of a make or break moment one could say.

Tipping the test tube a little, a small drop no bigger then that of rain droplet, fell into the beaker.

*BOOM*

And with that a small mushroom cloud of smoke appeared and covered his face. Fanning away the smoke with his hands (and also the fact his hair magical turn back into that sexy trigon of his, also known as the Wilson Weave) a new wave of headaches hit.

It happened when most experiments failed, he would feel sadden and then later try again. However this time that wasn't going to happen thanks to a radio that he just so happen to keep around.

"Say pal, looks like your having some trouble" The radio stated. "I have secret knowledge I can share with you." With those simply words Wilson dashed to the radio and grabbed it with both hands. The radio then continued on to say "if you think your ready for it?"

The response was a quick 'yes' headshake from Wilson, who at the time was to blinded by the thought of "secret knowledge" to care about the long term affects or just about anything else for that matter.

"Ok then!" The radio stated before pouring large amounts of information into Wilson's brain. Taking a moment to let all the information set in, a small smile crept across his face. With these new found knowledge in hand (or rather in mind), Wilson set out to build a glorious machine that had promises of changing his life forever (which trust me, it did).

With a goal set in mind he set out to build the machine and soon it was finished. At first hesitant to throw the switch but when the voice from the radio shouted out to do so he did . With throwing the switch the machine turned on showing the face of his soon to be captor and large black shadowy hands appeared from the ground grab him.

With one last moment to think he made a quick jump to avoid them but to ill affect as the hands grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. And with that he was teleported to the inland, concluding the story of just how he got there.

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Returning back to where the story stopped last,still running for his life, Wilson had failed to notice that the little rain drops from earlier had now turned into full bolted rain. Along with said rain, he also failed to notice the sharp light being emitted from the clouds, singling the approach of lighting.

Now lighting was a thing Wilson had come to avoid and in some cases just straight up hate it. All though true it could be harnessed for a good and cheap light source, the bad parts about it far out weighed the good ones. For one, although rare there is a chance that lighting can hit and possible kill you, which is kind of a bad thing, however there is one far worse thing about lighting. It starts fires, BIG forest fires.

Most of the time these really didn't effect him however since, innless it landed in his base, fires where normally take out by the rain making them mostly harmless. However when a whole forest is on fire it tends to move much quicker and burn just about anything in its path.

Although this can be helpful for getting rid of a wondering Tree guard or some of million spider dens lying around, it also meant that things like berry bushes and grass turfs also burned well. And eventually if your base is nearby it will reach it.

Under normally circumstance he would of been getting prepared for the on coming fires when lighting started up however since be chased by giant angry dogs isn't really in his everyday plans, that was kind of the last thing he was thinking of at the moment.

As lighting continued to gather up above, a certain human was still busy running for his life. Wilson was now in the forest biome, a place (since the name says it) filled with forest, spider dens, and the occasional berry bush or rock. With the change in terrine came avoiding things like trees and roots as he made his way away from his pursuers. All the while one thought stuck out in his mind.

How long are these dogs going to chase me for? Don't they have some different and easier pray to kill besides me?!

*Crackle* *Insert thunder noise here*

Turning his head slightly, Wilson spouted a very large tree cluster and what looked to be the edge of some sort of building. "That may just be the perfect place to lose these pups." He thought to himself making a b-line straight for the group of trees.

However he never made it to that tree line because halfway there, a loud roar emitted from the sky as if the gods themselves where angry. Birds flew in fear, bunnies ran into there holes, beefalo ran for cover, and even the "brave" pigmen fled to there homes. Both Wilson and the hunting party of hounds stop to look for the source of sound.

Up high in the sky a large collection of electricity could seen grouping together in a collection of pure, raw energy hanging right over head both him and the group of hounds.

Thinking as to why they would be doing that in the first place, it hit him. The metal building by the trees must be attracting the electrons to it. If that's the case then all the protons are getting more charged making it so any strikes will be more powerful. Wait but if it where right by us that doesn't that mean... "Oh no" he muttered under his breath realizing the fact that he (and all wildlife within a five mile radius) were about to be made into a pile of ash.

Looking over he saw that the hounds too could sense their impending doom from the heavens, as they looked over at him with a look as if to say "Sorry bout' chasing like that pal". They could try to run but they wouldn't make it far enough in time and both of them knew that. Looking back up to the sky they only had a second to react before a giant blot of electricity fired out right at the metal object.

Ambon impact a large way of energy was sent out pushing Wilson back into a tree knocking him out. The last thing he saw through his bluer vision was the hounds (and forest), that so desperately had given him chase less then five minutes ago, being set ablaze. This was the power of the heavens.