My Little Wilson Friendship is Starving

Nightmares. Things made of the darkness and fear in our hearts.

Nobody likes them, some fear them, but everyone's gotta deal with them at sometime.

Some say its just a part of life, liking dyin' or needing to eat, others say its more.

Why? They say nightmares are to test ourselves, to see what we do in a certain situation. Why does our mind want to test us then? It knows us on a great level, yet it wishes to test us, to see what we can do if the time called for it or ever needed it. Because our own minds do not trust us.

Is that really what nightmares are for...or, is it simply just a side effect due to the sins in our hearts and souls?

Who's to say that they aren't just the fears and regrets of our soul, brought back into this world to torture us for what we've done in the past, for our mistakes. That maybe there's a way to show us our errors as living beings so we can better our self's in the end, or burn ourselves out. Sometimes a nightmare can ruin a man.

But there is no true nightmare, once you wake up its done, a simple memory to help line the halls....but is it really that simply in the end?

Are nightmares really just something that lives in our dreams, or is it something more?

Something to be feared?

...Or something to be fought.

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No matter how much he looked around, only one thing came to his mind at the moment.

*sigh*"How did I get into this mess...again"?

A soft, pink, and overall girly bed; a set of comfy pillows (also pink), and some fully blankets (most of which where, you guessed it, pink).
Mostly blank wooden walls, a clock, a dresser, and a large window that over looked the world outside.

It sounded like something out of a book, but no matter how many times he replayed it in his head, Wilson couldn't explain the reason as to why he was here at the moment.

Simply put, everything was sort of a "blur" for him. He remembered being chased by the hounds back at the islands, going through the portal, and somehow ending up back at his home in the woods.

So how did he, in the end of it all, somehow end up here?
...And more importantly why had he been...crying?

His eyes where a bit moist and he could feel the remains of two small lines of tears that must of been running down his cheeks at some point.

He must of been crying in his sleep, but why? He had almost never cried while on the island (since any sign of emotion was a sign of weakness, and meant you would just die that much faster to something) so what had made him so unnerved that he would end up crying like a child (even if it wasn't full out blown crying like one)?

Whatever the answer was he didn't know at the moment, nor did he have time to really think about it either. At the moment there was a much bigger issue that needed his concern more.

"So where the hell am I?" He wondered while looking around the room"And for that matter, how the hell did I get here in the first place?...And why is it so pink!?"

The room itself was rather plain, as the most notably thing where the blank wooden walls,a very nice wooden dresser, and rather large window; but what really stood out to him was that he had no room in his own home like this at all. Then it hit him.

He had no room like this in his home...so where was he then?

Several ideas soon shot into his head at the speed of bullets.

It could be a trap set up by Maxwell, but that seemed somewhat unlikely given all the facts.

"No," he thought "this place doesn't feel like it could belong to him, it's to...peaceful for that.

He couldn't say why, but the room just gave off a vibe of good feelings and happiness, almost as if nature itself was at peace here (in a way it sort of reminded him of home), and he could easily say Maxwell had no influence here.

"In fact I would be willing to go so far as to say-

He didn't get to finish that sentence sadly, as his thoughts were cut off by a rather loud hooting sound coming from the window.

Now, most people would probably jump at this sound, but Wilson decide to try a less mainstream approach...for science.

That approach involved hiding under the covers like a little scared 7 year old boy.

Hey when every little "cute" creature has a death wish on you, hiding under the covers can end up saving your life. It's a fact, look it up.

...

Anyways,

Giving himself a few seconds to calm down and gather his thoughts, he slowly moved the covers out of the way and looked to the large window. What he saw was no monster looking to rip him to pieces, but instead a rather small owl sitting on the branch to a tree that was near the window.

The owl itself was (for lack of better words) a bit more "cartoony" then what he remembered owls being like, but besides that it was the same as any other owl. He could of been wrong but barn owl was what he believed the type of owl was called, well that or just owl...not that it really mattered either way.

His mind was further put at easy when he noticed the owl wasn't even looking inside, let alone at him for that matter.

He was going to simply go and strung off what had happened, but something caught his attention out the corner of his eye.

However as he tried to move out of bed and towards the window, a small pain suddenly entered his side.

Looking down, and lifting up his shirt, he noticed a large bandage rapped around his stomach and the area above his waist. Looking around he also saw (for the first time since waking up) that his hands, and part of his arms, were bandaged as well.

Moving his left leg, he could feel several areas where medicine had been put over cuts to prevent infections. In fact, on the right one he could feel an area in which some type of cloth had been rapped around an area with a rather deep cut.

To top it all off, moving his hand to his head he could feel a double rapped set of bandages, that for some reason ended like a ninja's head band would.

"The person who did this must not have been to good at tying things, and had to end it with a headband knot." He thought to himself, feeling the make shift headwear a bit. The knot was a bit lose for his likings, but over all it was pretty good.

No matter how it was done, he couldn't really complain about it in the long run.

He was alive, some-what ok, off the island (as far as he could tell), and most of all, he was siting in a pretty nice bed (all though he still couldn't see the logic as to why it was pink).

All in all, he was kind of happy to just sit there for a little bit and just...relax.

However, he soon remembered just what had caught his attention less then a few minutes ago and soon turned to look at it.

Looking back to the window and slowly getting up (much more carefully this time), he soon made his way over to the window that overlooked the world outside.

And then he saw it.

Now truth be told, Wilson tended to dislike nature, and most things to do with it in general; so when people always went on about "the true beauty of nature" or "nature is the greatest gift of all", he would usually just shrug it off and forget about it, but now... well lets just say he could see how much of a fool he was at times.

He couldn't see to much of the area around the house in which he was currently in, however behind a small bit of the tree in front of him and a fence, but he could see the land beyond.

And what a land it was.

To put it into words was a bit hard for him, but one might call it "beautiful" in a sort of way.

It was night, not a deep night that made things hard to see, just a plain old night, and the only source of outside light was that of the moon. The full moon that is, the brightest moon of them all.

The land was lit up in such a way that it was seeable but not light enough to be called day.
A bit poetic if you ask me.

That however was not what made the sight truly pretty.

Before him he could see the land far and wide, with all it details in full glory and valor.

There where forests filled with tress, wide fields, and even some mountains off in the distant, that where all lit up by the night time sky overhead.

Truly poetic.

To many it would be seen as beauty but to him it was something much more important.

It was, in a way, freedom.

Freedom from the island, freedom from his own personal hell.

More importantly however, it was a freedom from his old live. His old self.

He didn't need to know all the details of the land he was in, all he needed to do was to see this night. Maxwell, the island, neither could ever do something like this, in less they put all their focus and effort into it.

Wilson knew they wouldn't do all this for him. To play mind games with him. No, they had to many other "toys" for that. He was just an old beat down toy so why would they waste their time on him anymore?

There was one big fact that made this stand out as clear as day to him.

You see, night was an evil time in which that...monstercame out.

The "Hand Of Maxwell", the "Grue", or "Charlie" (as Maxwell calls him, no that Wilson would know that) would come out to hunt any "good" creature that wasn't safely within the range of a fire or other light source. The fact he could see a few animals running around, and it was so light out, meant that there was no way "Grue" was here. That made the idea of Maxwell being here very unlikely.

That fact in itself was a small victory for him, and the sign from it was clear as day. Right smack dap in the middle of Wilson's face was a small smile, the smile of a warrior who had seen a personal war of his end. Not a happy smile, not a sad smile, but a victorious and tried smile.

He had done it, he had escaped. Freedom was his, and his alone.

...Yet he was not at all "truly" happy with the outcome.

True he was away from the island, but that only left a bigger question behind.

Where was he now?

It was a new land...one he knew nothing of.

It was the unknown.

He had heard once that the lack of knowledge lead to the greatest of human fears and defeats. If that were truth then he should be hiding under the pink blankets on the bed behind him like a scarred little school girl...not to mention he had just done that a little bit before.

Yet, for some odd reason he didn't feel fear, just uneasiness.

It was new place, true, but he would just have to take it a little slowly at the start. Heck for all he knew he could of been right back near home and just not know it. Thinking about it in that light managed to give him a bit more hope at the very least.

And with that hope came a new thought, a thought that made him smile a little with glee.

What was there to this new place that he could explore and study!?

That was the thought that came to him, and it was true to his form. No matter where he was or what Wilson was doing, science was always ready to be done. Yes, science was always at the ready no matter what or when.

What kind of animals lived around here? What kind of plants where there? What where the locals like?

There where so many scientific questions in his mind that he wanted answers to, yet he couldn't find any.

He thoughts however stopped dead when he heard a noise not to far away. It was a sound he knew all to well.

It was the sound of weight being put on the stairs outside the door near the far end of the room. He could also hear a voice coming from around the same area (what he guessed was a stairwell leading into house) meaning someone was coming up, and most likely, into the room.

At first he paused, not really sure of what to do. Should he hide or be caught by who ever was coming up? He was out in the open so spotting him wouldn't be that hard. He didn't know these people or what there intentions were, but at the same time he couldn't just hide from them if they had saved his life.

As the sounds grew closer and closer to the door, he started to search for some place that was out of plain sight. Any hiding spot would do.

Looking around he couldn't spot any real good hiding spots, due to the lack of things in the room, but there was one spot...one very bright pink spot.

It was a long shot, but with the only other option being the roof, it was his best bet at the moment.

With a quick pace, he found a spot under the bed in which he could just get his body to fit under with just enough room to spare so he quickly dove into it.

It was bit of a tight fit but in the end he managed to finally fit himself in between the soft bed and the hard wooden floor. He's body was facing down and he had to kind of hug the floor, but in the end he was managing to stick with it and sat out of sight.

And not a moment to soon as he heard the door slowly start to open up and a set of voices could be heard coming up as well.

"We should be careful," stated a soft female voice, one that he could of swore he heard not to long ago "for all we know it could still be asleep."

"It", Oh yea the whole calling him an 'it' thing was back in play now. Great...

You know, besides the whole "it" thing, he thought about it and was pretty sure that he had heard that voice before. In fact, thinking about it, he was almost 100 percent sure that it was the one who saved him not to long ago.

So she must be one of the ones who found me. Wilson thought to himself, making a mental check note of it for later. I'll have to thank her for that at some point later.

With that the door slowly opened up to allow the group of people inside the room. He still couldn't see them, as he had to solely look down, but he could hear them. For what he could make out it sounded to be around a group of around no more then two or three, a relatively small group, and judging by the voices earlier, they where females, but something else stuck out to him.

Normally when people walk on wooden floors there was a rather unique noise as footsteps tended to leave a rather loud and distinct noise, however he wasn't hearing that now.

He couldn't hear footsteps but rather...hoof beats?

"Well I hope it is asleep so that way we don't end up startling it." said a rather smooth, yet smart sounding voice. If he had to guess, he would say that the owner was more than likely the "leader" out of the two, seeing as she had the voice of a calm and collective leader.

As Wilson thought about the comment she made, he didn't notice that the pair was now moving directly towards the bed. It wasn't it ill they where right around the front of it that he took any notice in them.

"Oh no they can't know I'm here can they? He thought trying to push himself further back towards the wall to stay out of sight.

All in all it made staying hidden a bit difficult as his stomach was slowly being dragged backwards on the rough floor.

He was so busy trying to stay hidden that he almost failed to notice the pair had moved right in front of the bed now, and that one of them had left out a loud gasp.

Opening his eyes to see what the gasp was about, he almost let out on of his own at the sight before him.

Why would he let out a gasp?

Oh, where to start first?

Frist off where there should of been a group of people standing was instead filled with...some type of horses? The body's and build of muscle seem to point to that fact, but the sizes where off as they where more like a donkey in size, rather then horses. Wait, not donkeys, ponies.

Yes the size, the shape, it all made them out to be ponies (that or some really small horses).

That however wasn't the biggest thing that stuck out to him.

Now if you asked most people what the color of a horse (or pony in this case) was, you would get some answer like white, black, brown, and etc. Now how many people would answer yellow, pink, purple, or even light blue? Anyone?

Whelp,

In front of him stood not only a pair of ponies, but a pair of trippy colored ponies. You heard that right, trippy.

The first had a simple butter yellow for the coat and a rather soft pink for the hair, or I guess mane in this case. The second however could only be described as one thing, purple, lots and lots of purples.

Yet out of all that there was still one more thing that stuck out to him even more then the first two combined.

Wilson had seen some strange things in his live before, Tallbirds, Ghosts, and even pigs that acted and walked like men,
but this one...this one easily took the cake.

Right in front of him stood not only one but two real life legends. Before him stood both a one horned horse, a magical unicorn, and a winged one, a pegasus. That's right two mythical and/or magical creatures that are heard of in fairytales where now standing right in front of him.

Oh what the druggies would think of this.

Now many would freak out at this or try to understand it through common terms, but Wilson thought of if it through a different light.

Although it was unsettling to see such creatures, it was enough to make him break down from the mere sight of them. He had seen weird things before this, so it really wasn't anything new to him.

Ok...so I'm seeing ponies with abnormal coloring, that are also two creatures from fiction, and they appear to be intelligent as well. Right...who the hell had been spiking my drinks?

Wilson didn't really know how to feel about all this. One part of him was trying to not break down from the lack of logic and possible reason this could be happening, while the other part didn't really even give a dame anymore.

He was so busy trying to think about how he felt about the whole situation, that he almost forgot about the group of trippy, multi-colored, magical equines moving towards him.

"I-Its gone!" Gasped the yellow Pegasus, the one who had saved him from before.

And now they can talk... why does that surprise me at this point?

That's what Wilson should of thought at this point, but instead he was to brain shocked to think anything at that point.

He had seen weird animal-ish creatures talk before (like pigmen...god those things are weird), but this was so much more...weirder then the rest.

Not only did these animals defy science itself, but they were intelligent enough to hold speech. It almost sounded like a bad joke of nature, yet here they stood in front of him... as if they where just another part of the world like himself.

It blew his mind in a way. Never before had he really thought of it like that, and he could sort of see why now.

Because these creatures fought the very fabric of reality, and in a way that scarred him a little bit.

"Well it couldn't have gotten far, lets spilt up and find it"

This time the voice was energetic and had come from the purple unicorn. By just looking at her (if the voice was any indication of the genders) for a few brief moments, he could tell she was a slightly nerdy type and was somewhat happy at the idea of finding him. Not that he could really blame her seeing as he be acting the same way...

He couldn't really afford to think about that however, seeing as he was still busy holding on to his breath for dear life...and he was losing. Slowly but surly he was losing his cool and was starting to panic. Soon they would find him and soon they would...God only knows what they would do.

...Well he would most likely get a face full of nice wooden floor first before being at the mercy of the multicolored equines.

All in all, it looked bad. Really bad.

And even worse now that the two ponies where openly searching for him.

For a brief instant he had a flashback to the hounds, but then quickly shook it off as nothing.

However just because he shook off the thought didn't mean they weren't acting a little like them. Looking it ever possible place he could be hiding (which where few to almost none in number) they where soon to find him, and when they did...

The same could also be said though. It was a bit of two sided coin situation. On one side they could run out of places and simply look under the bed and spot him, while on the other side they could run out of hiding spots and leave to check the rest of the house, which he could then sneak away from in hopes of finding, well anything really.

All he had to do was wait...not that hard.
Or so he thought.

However it turns out luck was, like most of the time, against him.

While the purple one was off in a corner looking for something (more or less likely it was him), the yellow one seemed to have noticed something under the bed (presumably him) and was now moving closer to further investigate.

Oh no...

It was game over, in a few seconds he would be found...

There's still hope. If they can speak, then they can understand things so I'm not at a totally lose. All I need to do is make a good first impress-

He didn't get to finish that thought as a rather equine head stuck itself under the bed and was now looking at him with ,what looked like, a mixture of fear and confusion.

......
They both looked at each other for quite some time, neither doing anything out of either fear or confusion.

"Say something you idiot before she starts to freak out"

"Uhh," he said trying to clear his throat "Hi..."

...And now her face was one of full blown fear and he knew what was coming next.

Oh God, please don't scream!"

...And then there was screaming. Lots and lots of screaming.