My Little Wilson Friendship is Starving

~Some time later~

Darkness, that's all there was to see from Wilson point of view currently. Why was it just darkness? Was he dead?
No, that couldn't be right he had on an amulet to prevent just that, so then where was he?

"Say pal, you don't look so good." A voice echoed out from the darkness to his ears, rather loudly I might add.
Oww, my heads killing me...and that voice really isn't doing me any favors.

"Keep that up and you likely to die, you know." The voice continued on "And lookey there, you found my portal too, pal."
That voice...why does it sound so familiar? It's almost like we've met before.

"Well pal, I just have one thing to say." The voice said with a slightly darker tone growing in it "If you take my portal now...I can promise you that there will be pain without end! But ...I'm sure you already learned you lesson from last time..."
"Now wake up you slacker!"

X

As the feeling started coming back to his body, Wilson's eyes slowly opened as he sat up, trying to get back to the land of the living. " Ughh...What happened?' he thought to himself as he tried to slowly stand up, using the brunt tree as a sort of makeshift support. It took a little effort but now fully up and for the most part, awake; he opened his eyes and stared at the scene that lay in front of him. Needless to say, he was in awe.

The frost he was in a few mere minutes ago now looked like a scene you would see Smokey the bear walking out off. Brunt trees as far as the eye could see, lined the forest. There where sounds of animals running in fear and even some shrieks of spiders lighting on fire. Taking in all the damage that had been done by the storm he couldn't help but mutter under his breath "I feel like I could have prevented that."

Looking around at all the destruction, he stopped halfway as his eyes fell upon the building in which he had seen from earlier ( and had started the mess he was in now).

Looking at it he could make out some details about it. It was a mostly metal structure with several pieces of moving metal and some various electronic parts sticking out of it in some odd places. Just by looking at it, anyone could tell that these...thing was not meant to be here at all. However, that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

Staring at it, Wilson couldn't help but feel that he had seen it from somewhere, but where? Taking a few seconds to think of just where he could of seen it, it hit him like...well, sort of like the lighting did to him not to long ago.

He knew this machine and in fact he built it himself ( or at least a copy of it). It was the machine Maxwell had him build, when he first contacted him over the radio that day in his lab. Simply put, it was the reason he was here. But why was it here and for what purpose did it serve?

Looking at it a bit more however, he noticed a few things different about it from the one he had made.

It was slightly blue in color and there where some electronic curtains flowing from the metal pieces. Besides that though, it was mostly the same thing.

"Wait a second," he thought to himself "The same thing..."

As he looked at it more, a small thought entered his mind. "When I built that thing it sent me here in the first place so...," he said taking a few steps towards it "what if it could send me back home as well?"

He stopped mid step.

Home, that was something he stopped thinking about soon after arriving here. Could it really send him back home, and if so how? Was such a thing even possible at all? Taking some time to think about it, he came to a single conclusion.

Hmm, well I guess its worth a shot. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

Walking up to it, a small hum could be heard in the air. Upon reaching it, just like it had done the first time, the machine moved its various parts around in till a small door had appeared leading into what looked like a never-ending tunnel of darkness. The top of the machine now appeared to be a silhouette of Maxwell's face with various parts forming a makeshift set of eyes and a rather sinister grin.. A small tune could also be heard playing in the background.

Looking at it, Wilson couldn't help but feel a bit of bittersweet pride about the thing. He had built this machine, this piece of metal that held so much power. The same thing that would be his undoing in the end of it all.

However something was off about all of this. The machine was on and working but there was one little problem. There where no hands coming to grab him. The last time he turned it on (and his first time), two shadowy hands rose from the ground, grabbed him, and brought him here to the islands. They where sup post to be here yet they weren't. Where were they now?

It was then that he noticed a small lever on the side of the machine that was not there the first time. Reaching out to touch it he stopped for a second in thought.

Remembering back to the dream he had before waking up sent a chill down his spin. " 'If you take my portal now...I can promise you that there will be pain without end!' Is this what it meant?" he asked himself unsure of just what to do. Thinking about going home though put those thoughts far behind him.

Shaking off those feelings, he grabbed the lever and pulled down. The machine let off a loud sound and then stopped for a little while. Soon the sound died out as the door slowly closed itself and the music died out as well. He stood there for a few seconds waiting for anything to really happen. A small whine was that could be heard as the machine powered down. Needless to say, he as a bit disappointed with the results.

"Well that was a bit anticlimactic," He said out loud to none in particular. As he looked back at the brunt down forest, he slowly said to himself "might as well go get some charcoal." not wanting to put all the lost wood to waste.

As he went to go walk away, a small sound stop him. Turning back around towards the machine, he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the door was now open and instead of a dark tunnel, there was now a rainbow-colored one in its place. Before he could even react, the tunnel started spinning and the wind around it ( and him) started picking up. It was trying to suck him in.

As the air picked up he tried running away but the wind was simply to strong for him. As a last-ditch effort, Wilson took out his trusty pickaxe from his backpack and dug it into the ground. Using all his strength to hold on, he could see all sorts of things fly into the portal ranching from seeds that birds had dropped, to even a few unlucky spiders (which he found a small bit of pleasure from watching). Soon however his strength ran out and he let go, getting sucked in as well in the process.

The machine quickly closed its door once again and this time let out a loud screaming sound before falling apart into ashes and disappearing in the wind.

All that remained was a small pickaxe stuck in the ground and a pile of bones where the machine once stood.