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Based off this image from the comic made by @girlygo2 ! I love their mod so much and the comic that goes with it is the best stuff I've seen in a while

I did this maybe a year ago for a class assignement. So I guess this could be a new character for Don't Starve? He's a fisherman :)

( SORRY IF THERE'S ANY SPELLING ERRORS ) You had picked up on his habits quickly, Maxwell would ball his fingers into a fist around his wrist whenever he got frustrated- refusing to make eye contact with anyone and not muttering a single word to people for a couple of days after

It was worse if somebody like Wilson got him all worked him, he'd hid in his tent for hours refusing to leave for any means, even if hounds were threatening the camp you'd have to drag him out by the scruff

Even after saving his life he'd refuse to speak to the person afterwards, snapping at anybody who'd try to usher him into apologising

This day felt different, it felt worse

Maxwell hadn't slept properly in a few nights, plagued by some bad nightmares and regrets about what happened to Charlie

He wouldn't come out from his tent for hours at a time, maybe even longer- you started to slip food under the tent door in hopes of getting into eat something but most of the time he just push it back out- hardly any of it eaten

The survivors were beginning to get concerned, however Wilson's concern was more blunt than the rest, you knew the two didn't mash well under stress like this, Wilson didn't properly understand Maxwell's nightmares and PTSD from the thrown

However Maxwell also didn't understand Wilson just meant well even if the two didn't see eye to eye very often- so when Wilson got fed up with Maxwell's isolation his body moved before his brain

The first of their tossel you knew about was Wilson's sharp yelp- followed by other survivors rushing out to find out it's source

Tho the cause was something the other survivors hadn't of hoped for

Wilson had forceably dragged Maxwell out of his tent, the two getting into a scuffle over it- in the mess of kicking limbs and grabbing fists Wilson's arm had ended up over Maxwell's chest and in his blind panic he bite down as hard as he could onto Wilson's forearm, leaving a teeth shaped wound in the mans shaking arm

Every eye was now fixed to the frail man as he stood upright His arm's tucked to his side's while his fingers knitted together- eyes wide and pupils small- darting to every judging and scowling face in the ever growing crowd

He didn't even see the concern on your face as the crimson red trickled down his lips- bloody teeth now hidden behind a frail shaky frown, his knees look like they were about to buckle under him

All while the only concern was directed towards Wilson

His eyes trailed off to the ground soon meeting his sharp finger tips trembling- a droplet of crimson red hit the side of his thumb- he rotated the palms of his hand to his face

Watching the tears begin to pool and slip off the sides

He held his head up only to see flickers of anger and disgust from the faces around him- the blame all pinned on him and him alone or so he thought

The crimson rolled down his chin to the grass below as it mixed with the flood of tears running down any part of his face that they could

" MAXWELL!- what in the name of science was THAT about!? "

Higgsbury hissed, clutching his arm to his chest as his eyes meet Maxwell's for the first time since this had happened

All he was met with was fear, pure guilt Fear

Wilson's mouth creeped open to say something- anything at all but the only sound was thin legs taking off

Like a deer sprinting from a pack of hungry wolves- thin and frail legs carrying the thing far most hungry maws snapped at its tail just inches away from grabbing a mouth full of it's fur

So as one may think- you were now out in the middle of a forest searching for the old man who ran off as fast as a deer, none of the other survivors wanted to go after him- calming he'd just calm down on his own

But you were too stubborn to just leave him, of course not

While listening to the birds chirping and singing their songs you'd picked up on some loud animalistic wailing that had poorly attempted to muffle itself

" Maxy? "

Your voice was sharp crisp, cutting through the silence that had followed your steps Maxwell had hidden himself under a large tree, hoping to keep his uncontrollable sobs to himself- he rubbed his eyes whilst turning his back towards you

" Maxwell . . . "

Your voice was gentle- soft and smooth like your hands that rested on your own knees while you sat beside him on the forest floor

" Pardon me, I- "

His voice caught in his throat, what was he supposed to say? Everything felt just like an excuse- every word that he could think of just felt more of an excuse, he had gotten himself into this mess on purpose

" . . . I shouldn't have bitten him, it was rude and stupid of me t-to think a action like that was appropriate for the situation "

His eyes kept to the ground whilst you stared up in his face

" What makes you think I'm here to ridicule you? "

Your voice broke the silence head created again, the look of shame on his face twisting to a hint of confusion- people almost always ridiculed him

Especially when he was younger, throwing a 'tantrum' such as this was just him seeking attention, or he was told

Told to just get over himself, told to pull himself together- told the stop being silly or disrespectful, told to be quiet- so he learnt real quick to pull himself together

If only he had done that before Wilson got concerned

" Because I acted foolish, I'm a grown man- not some child throwing a temper tantrum, I should be more mature than this- I-I aware "

" But you haven't been sleeping well, and your nightmare and anxiety have been acting up again? . . . "

" That's just an excuse for my behaviour, nothing more "

He rubbed his sleeve across his mouth, making sure nothing crimson stained his lips anymore

" I doubt higgsbury wants another word for me "

" He asked me to go find you "

" Why would such a smart man like him ask something so silly? I'll get over it and come back to camp in less than an hour- haven't you heard for the rest of the survivors say? "

" But isnt that what you just tell yourself? " " . . . "

He said nothing, to lost for words- he'd ran out of the usual things he'd say

" But it's- "

" It's a lie "

You butted back in, slowly slipping your fingers under his chin and turning his head to face yours

" If they really weren't worried wouldn't they have left you to die by hounds any time you hid in your tent? "

" Bu- "

" But they dragged you out even if you didn't want them to "

" . . . "

" They are worried, just- might not always look like that "

" . . . But shouldn't I still be ashamed? "

" Would you blame somebody in your shoes? "

" I- . . . "

He stopped- eyes flicking to the ground for a minute before slowly meeting yours again

" I supposed not . . . "

" Then why would they blame you? "

" I bit him- I bit him like a feral and bad dog that needs to be out down . . . "

His fingers held your palm that remained on his cheek

" But there aren't such things as bad dogs, Maxy- just Scared ones like you "

His lip trembled- eyes flicking to the ground whilst tears pooled in the corners of his eyes- his head soon lowered as his fingers met his temples, his shoulders drooped down as he sighed

" I still shouldn't h- "

His words froze in their place as your arms quickly wrapped around his back- pulling him forwards- his mouth and nose bumping into your shoulder as his hands dropped to his side's

Birds gave off soft chirps and cheeps while you two sat on the forest floor- Maxwell remained in your hold- you felt the remaining tension in his shoulders fad away as the realization hit him, You meant no harm in your actions

You let yourself lean back, placing yourself under the tree he had hidden under- how head resting on your chest while you pet his hair softly, your other hand rubbing his back while he just stared forwards

A short humming came from your own lips as tears trickled down his cheeks onto your shirt- his knees pulled up that little bit while his finger tips held onto your sides He looked so vulnerable, so small- so tiny in comparison to the rest of the world

It was a wonder such a frail man had made it this far in life- the world felt so cruel towards him which just fed into his need to bite instead of bark back when things got dicey

A corner and scared dog will make you know it's teeth before the sound of its joy

[ . . . ]

The evening light hit your eye, softly waking you up as a voice came from beside the tree

" So you were able to find him? "

Wilson hummed, leaning his elbow on the tree while Wes was crouched in the dirt beside him- a bandage was over Wilson's arm

" Found you two napping out here, were you really able to talk him down? "

" He's pretty sure You hate him for biting him "

" Pfft, the old fart has done worse then that to me- and anyways, his teeth marks are rather fascinating if I do say so myself "

Maxwell stirred in his sleep, his face was buried into your knee- both arms under yours- he was making faint snoring noises to the point you could feel his breath on your neck

" My goodness he's even snoring like a puppy, ha! "

Wilson couldn't help but chuckle as the sight in front of him- Wes did the same tho as normal there wasn't a sound from him

" Shall we take you two love dogs back to bed? "

You gave a small yawn, a bed sounded better then the bark of a tree

As you at last were able to get to your feet you watched as Wilson held Maxwell in his arms- Maxwell's head was on Wilson's shoulder

He shifted and moved in his sleep- his eyes slowly drifting open just to notice where he was

" Higgsb- "

" I'm taking you home, I swear you act like a lost puppy "

" . . . "

Wes helped you to your feet- following behind Wilson as you all made your way back to camp- Maxwell kept his eyes on you but wouldn't meet your own eyes

He looked rather embarrassed being held by Wilson

" I thought you'd have left me to the trees . . . "

" And leave those fascinating teeth behind? I'd never "

" . . . wut "

yO- Quick warning for blood! have fun reading :P ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You felt sweat drip down your forehead to your eyebrows as the sea rocks your boat side to side softly, holding onto the base of the sale you curse under your own breath

You'd wish it was you that went missing at sea instead of Maxwell

in the middle of spring, Maxwell, Woodie and Wilson had got out to sea in hopes of stock piling fish before summer to enjoy in the caves with the rest of the survivors- but a storm had began over the ocean

Woodie and Wilson were the only two to wash up on shore

Woodie had taken his goose form and ran to the closest land he could see while Wilson was just lucky the waves caught him before the rockjaw did

tho clearly Maxwell wasn't this lucky

having almost none of the telltale hearts working anymore and no sigh of any meat effigy crafting a new body for Maxwell- it felt clear he wasn't as dead just yet

the sigh of broken wooden boards made your stomach drop as your sale slowly pushed you closer to the waterlogged trees- slowly paddling past the roots once you pulled your sale back up

Wilson stood beside you, paddle in his hands and a bandage around his forearm- while he was told to rest by just about everybody else in the camp and by you his stubbornness to prove a point to the old man Maxwell was tougher then the rest of him

The leafs blocked out most of the sun whilst you two softly paddled in the chilled water, any sane person would avoid swimming in such a unruly body of water- tho whether or not You counted as sane was questionable, Wilson surely felt like he was but then again that man himself can be unruly at times

your boat knocked into a few of the flooded out trees- shaking leafs down to your level on the water while Wilson pulls a spear from the chest you two had taken with you, muttering something about spiders under his breath as he turned back to face you

" How do we know he hasn't drowned while we're out here? "

you shot Wilson a annoyed look

" Willow would have sent up a flare by now " you huffed as you paddled the boat deeper into the water logged forest

" would be better if we knew what we were even looking for, we don't even have a clue where he could be!- "

Wilson was hissed as you kept on ranting

" He could be at the lunar islands by now! o-or the Moon Quay or somehow in water logged caves!? "

Wilson's deadpan stare into the water looked more then just blunt however your rants kept going

" He could be starving eating rocks for all we know in a wet cave no where close to us!- "

" hey um- . . . "

" He could be fighting for his life hiding in a tree on the main land and- "

Wilson slapped you across the face- the sound more startling then the pain

" LOOK "

he pointed to the water- a crimson red trail was spilling into the water from a tree, something he'd spotted but couldn't get you to notice

faint tendrils of this thick black substance leaked from the crimson red into the chilly cold water- said tendrils reminding you of a goop that left a bad taste in your mouth even with just muttering it's name

Nightmare Fuel

" He's close . . . "

" And half dead by the looks of it "

Wilson paddled towards the tree- keeping out of the grasp of it's roots that dove into the water like snakes

" How'd you think this got here? "

he knocked on the bark, eyes stuck to the red

however he was meet with just silence and found You staring up with wide eyes towards the lively leafs of the tree

" erh- Hey you okay you look pale . . . ? "

" . . . "

" . . . . . "

his eyes soon followed yours- wondering what made you stare with such a horror filled look

Maxwell was sat on a large branch- his right shoulder leaning on the trunk while his head was resting on some more branches- the Codex Umbra was held shut on his lap- the cover pressed to his chest a blood ran down from his shoulder to the bark

he didn't make a noise

" what in the name of science . . . "

Wilson muttered mostly to himself at the sight before him- how worse for wear Maxwell looked a sharp, painful groan came from the almost corpse looking man- one of the only signs of life he still had left

Wilson moved faster then he thought- crawling onto the rots and cursing under his breath that he was going to kill the old fart if he died while they tried getting him down

clinging to the branches Wilson dragged himself up until his hand grabbed hold of the same branch Maxwell was using to keep himself upright

" . . . he's worse from up here "

" where's the blood coming from!? "

" erhhh- his arm, it's mangled- I think I even see the bone . . . "

" t . . . th . . . "

" Max?- "

Maxwell shifted- his other arm trying to slid the Codex Umbra towards Wilson, however it slipped off his lap at his poor efforts to move it

you had rushed towards it- arms out planing to catch it however it smacked you square in the chest and flopped to your feet with the cover closed like it was upset over you failing to catch it

" can you get him down safely? "

you called out towards the leafs as you scooped up the book- holding it like it was worth more then it's weight in gold

" Unlikely by the looks of it- he's wedged in the branches pretty good, whatever got him up here did a good job- maybe if I had an axe . . . "

" Catch!- "

Wilson yelped as a axe flew past his face- slamming into the trunk of the tree between him and Maxwell

" CAREFUL! "

" oops- sorry! "

he grunted, taking the axe out and slowly hatching at some of the branches- hoping not to hit Maxwell anywhere sense he didn't want to have to deal with this old man screaming when you were around

all while the book felt that little more heavy in your arms

holding it away from your chest it's cover felt welcoming, the big red M reminding you of the nights you'd spend beside Maxwell in his tent- watching him read it over and over

your fingers slowly ran over the spine of the book- letting it open in your arms as your other hand skimmed over the pages

words you had no understanding of stared up at you letting your fingers rest on some of the drawings and letters on the paper- the pages had this warmth to them, one hard to describe

a drawing along with a small hand written note by Maxwell held your sight

Shadow puppets

casting them looked so easy when Maxwell did it- but all these words felt over whelming to the point you wondered how he'd even made sense of any of this over the years

but as your eyes tracked every word and letter written in the fancy hand writing your hand lifted off the book

" å§ Ì l m¥ håñÐ §ð §håll Ì l m¥ §håÐðw "

the words slipped off your tongue as the ground under your feet felt different- instead of the souls of your shoes it felt like wound was pressed to your feet

a shape slowly seeped up from the ground in front of you- the air drawn out of your lungs as your own shadowy face stared back

same height- same age, same everything- everything but it's face . . .

smoothed over like black clay over a shadowy face- no markings for a mouth, nose- eyes, Nothing- just a pure black void that ate away at the light

you quickly slammed the book shut- hoping whatever was in front of you would go away with it

but it didn't

" Hey!? what are you doing down theRE- OH MY STARS AND ATOMS!? "

Wilson looked rather pale but soon gave a dead pan look

" yah know- he's never let anyone in that book before, told me it won't let others use it "

he hissed, turning back to Maxwell as he broken some of the looser branches

" Higgs. . . "

Maxwell had shifted again while Wilson snapped some branches away from his back- he struggled to straighten himself much to his body's own dismay of any movement

only for a sickening snapping noise under him to make him regret ever moving to begin with

Maxwell's head felt dizzy and light as a sharp pain came from his ankle along with the sound of something falling into the cold ocean water-

Wilson's finger nails were digging into his ankle with a iron grip

" gezz- erfg- wHY ARE YoU sUCH A PAIn IN thE NECk- " he hissed- the branches under Wilson were beginning to crack under his and Maxwell's weight and he knew it

" Damm it max! "

He hissed, his fingers beginning to ache

Your hand flicked up quickly- hoping to catch Maxwell before he fell- footsteps soon moved at a impressively fast speed from where your shadow stood

It crawled onto the roots without fear- snatching the frail man without hesitation and holding him in a bridal position

Supporting his broken arm all while not letting him slip from its arms

Hoping from the roots it stood on the boat- blank and duel while Wilson crossed his arms

" Would have been better if you did that before "

He grunted, slipped down onto the roots and stepped onto the boat with a huff

You slowly set a hand to Maxwell's forehead, cursing under your breath

" He shouldn't be this warm "

" Maybe the ocean got to him? It's rather cold "

That wasn't an answer you wanted to hear

[ . . . ]

The boat trip felt like forever, seeing your own shadow cradle him in its arms while it sat on the boat- all while you were tasked with mending his wounds to the best of your abilities

Watching his chest slowly rise and fall with shakey breaths- every small wince shooting a pang of guilt through you

Just how bad he looked filled you with unmatched pity towards him

He looked so frail, so small- so weak and vulnerable in this state, his clothes both drenched on ocean water and his own blood felt sickening

The fear he might have felt being tossed around by waves taller than even the largest deerclopes you'd seen

Avoiding rocks and rock Jaws and possibly shadow creatures as well

Just to end up with his head on your lap and the rest of him in a heated water spring the survivors used as a bath sometimes or a place to relax

Thermist stones heated from the open flames towards you left kept the water warm enough to heat him up healing salve had been heavily mixed into the water turning it a faint pinkish color while you were slowly adding more of it onto the straightened remains of his right arm and shoulder held together with splints and bandages

Brushing some damp hair from his face you let out a small sigh

You let your head and shoulders lower as you gave him a small kiss on his forehead- hoping he'd give some type of answer but he remained in a half conscious state

Barley aware of the world around him and only reacting to pain, it hurt part of you at every little pained noise he'd make- every grunt or groan or small shift of his body in his exhaust attempt to get comfortable while his shoulder and arm throbbed violently

It made you feel rather helpless . . .

When your head finally lifted up from the sight of your beloved like this you were met with the pale blue eyes of a friendly mime

It felt like a shock that the same mime Maxwell had put through the ringer would be standing beside you holding a armful of healing salve and some food for you as well

That kind and welcoming face that Maxwell had been so disappointed in was actively trying to help- for the life of this poor mind he could not hold a grudge, or at least appeared as so

" Oh . . . Hi Wes "

Wes gave back a small wave from his wrist as he dumbed the armful of things off to the side- shoving another log into the flames before handing you your plate of food

He took a seat beside you- keeping his gave over you before even daring to look towards Maxwell

" . . . I wish I could do more for him "

The words just slipped out without even meaning to- food half chewed in your mouth

" Wicker told me he's sick- and his right arm could be rendered completely useless unless he gets a new body from death but . . . "

Your hands quivered

" We're only using telltale hearts for emergencies- I wish I could help him more, I really do . . . " Tears began to trickle down your face as the Mime extended a arm around your shoulder- padding your back silently before letting your head rest onto his shoulder

" I should have been there, I should have been able to save them- it should have been me "

The sobs came quickly- staining the mimes red shirt with tears while he just sat there

" Your sobs a-are quite loud, darling . . . "

The cold and blunt voice cut through your sobs like a heated knife cuts through butter

Maxwell's head tilted to the side, eyeing the Mime up and down

" Come to mock me? . . . Charmed I'm sure . . . "

Wes chuckled silently- all while your eyes lit up with hope

Your hands quickly held the sides of his face as you bent forward- a smile plastered across your tear streaked face

" Couldn't get rid of me that easily you little bugger . . . "

His left arm moved, weakly shoving Wes's leg with any strength that Maxwell had left- Wes covered his mouth his he laughed- not a noise came from it but the vibrations of his body shaking were quite noticeable to you

Maxwell's left hand soon places itself on the back of your hand as he give a exhausted smile

" Miss me that much? I'm flattered . . . "

A chuckled escape your lips as you quickly kissed his forehead- nuzzling up to his face all while Wes was trying to remain upright and wheezing silently in the background

" Don't starve me like that again! "

You huffed, crossing your arms while he let out a wheezy chuckle

" I always can put on a good show . . . "

His eyes soon darkened however as they noticed your finger tips- he was quick to move even when his body protested

Flipped from his back onto his chest he grunted as his arm screamed in pain from the movement but he soon took your hand with a grim look

Your finger tips had turned a coal black- the ends of them sharpened into points and felt rough to the touch just like his entire hand was- both his hands all the way up to his shoulders were covered in coal black markings His legs were even like that from his feet to his thighs- even the tips of his pointed ears were coal coloured and covered in dark markings he'd regret having

" Don't tell me you . . . "

His thumb ran over your knuckles, feeling the roughness under his own almost scaly fingertips

" Used your book? . . . I'm so sorry "

Your head lowered- you heard the water splash around as he weakly pulled himself up from it- even with all the pain shooting up his body you felt his arm cling to you

Even the broken and mangled one in a splint it's best attempt at holding you

Even while exhausted and in pain his arms still created around you to the best of his abilities

even if he was dripping wet you felt your own arms softly hold across his back- able to feel small indentations where his spine was- small bumps where spikes were slowly trying to form and coal black markings that looked like swirls of black marble on his pale skin

Even if he was a bit of a mess, a panicking and scared mess trying to hide his fear under a blanket of prideful confidence he'd learned to reflect outward- even if some viewed him as inhuman, insane or a monster-

You still love him

Soon a make-shift towel crafted from befalo and spider silk was drooped over Maxwell shoulders as Wilson let out a small chuckle

" Ah . . . "

Maxwell set his forehead onto your chest as he hissed with exhaustion and annoyance but in a playful tone

" Come to ruin another moment for me, higgsbury? . . . "

" You betcha, you're already sick and I'm not the one who's going to clean up after you "

" Couldn't you just left me alone for five minutes? . . . "

" Last time I did that you broke your arm you old fart- and away, Wes mimed out you two need to get a tent together anyhow "

Maxwell buried his face in your chest with a grunt

" -n- " Wheezing broke out as Wilson was struggling to remain standing- Wes was having the same problem as he was already on his hands and knees

You could see Willow and Woodie had over heard the conversation as well, originally on their way to check up on Maxwell and You but now were struggling to keep it together

Maxwell groaned, his head was already aching as his body now had to deal with more then just pain- a headache had formed

Your voice soon shot out

" Can you guys please quiet down? He needs some rest "

The others begrudgingly quiet down and soon got back to doing their own things- all while you held up Maxwell's aching body

You heard his small raspberry breaths and felt his chest rise and fall against yours as he kept his head on your shoulder by now

The makeshift towel still drooped over his shoulders as the heat of the flames was still bright and bold

" Please don't ever do that again "

Your voice was gentle and soft- his reply held care in it

" For you I'll do my best to keep that promise my dear, but only for You . . . Don't expect me to give the same treatment to the others "

" That's alright for me, I'll keep it all to myself "

You slowly shifted him- bringing his head down to your chest again as you leaned on the chest close by- letting him hear your heart beating

" You're safe now, Darling "

You whispered to him as you kissed his forehead again- he let out a small huff as he shut his eyes- letting you lean back without much worry any longer

It was surprising that such an inhuman 'freak' as some may label him as such could seem so tame in the arms of someone who actually put the effort in

Makes you wonder who else could be loved if you looked past that inhumanness in just the right ways

It can really make you think, can't it? . . .

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