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FRESH OUT OF THE OVEN HALLOWEEN COLLAB!!!!!!!!

Took us quite some time and technical difficulties but @v0mitbeetle gave me the idea and we decided to work it together!! FIRST COMIC COLLAB!! I did the sketch and lines and he colored it ALL (I feel like we almost killed each other with such a hefty task (literally, the file is 1.42 GB and that's a BIG BOOOY))

Sooooo Happy Halloween and go eat candy or whatever you like

[fizzy-tizzy]

Hello dst community. does this mean anything

[fan-da-nerd]

Are ya'll ready for another Don't Starve post that no one asked for?!

Doesn't matter you're getting it anyway.

So, I was scrolling through all the character examination quotes on the DST wiki (not an uncommon pastime for me) and encountered the record and gramophone items which led me, a lover of random slice of life lore of these nerds, to wonder;

What music do these characters like?

So I flipped through the 4 records and each characters quote for them; taking note of who had positive or negative feelings about each (as well as little details I liked) so heres what I found.

Wigfrid is a sweetie, saying that she wants to keep the classic record (Ragtime) away so 'her ally' (Maxwell) doesn't have to hear it again. Willow on the other hand is a little shit

Maxwell and Wilson are both traumatized by Ragtime but Maxwell appears to have taken it much harder (which does make sense, he dealt with it longer)

Multiple of the characters have been haunted by Ragtime in some way, though they're not all sure when they heard it

Wurt is very picky and decisive about her music tastes, whereas Wanda has a very 'Kids these days' attitude about it and WX-78 doesn't like any songs.

The spider half of Webber's favorite song is 'Creepy Forest' but Webber as a whole also likes D.R style.

Wilson is fascinated by 'modern' record tech

Maxwell just doesn't like any music at this point

Wortox says he heard D.R Style (which is only used in some trailers) 'in a dream'. I don't know what this means but it feels notable, especially because he's the only one who mentions any familiarity with it.

Most to least liked goes 1. Creepy Forest 2. D.R Style 3. E.F.S 4. Classic

If you want to see likes and dislikes broken down by song, see below

Classic

-Likes- Woodie Wurt Wortox Walter

-Dislikes- Wilson Wolfgang WX-78 Maxwell Winona Wanda 

Creepy Forest

-Likes- Willow Woodie Wigfrid Webber  Warly Wormwood Winona Walter

-Dislikes- Wolfgang Maxwell Wurt

D.R Style

-Likes- Wolfgang Woodie Wigfrid Webber Warly Wormwood Woby

-Dislikes- Wurt WX-78 Wickerbottom Maxwell Wanda

E.F.S

-Likes- Woodie Wigfrid Warly Wormwood Walter

-Dislikes- Wurt Maxwell Wolfgang Wickerbottom Webber Wanda

[charzboi]

Since so many people are enjoying the DST Brickheadz I made, here's something else, an entire LEGO collectable minifigure series of DST characters! Minifigures are Wilson with Torch and Beard, Willow with Bernie, Wolfgang with Dumbbell, Wendy with Abigail and Abigail's flower, WX-78 with Bio-Scanalyzer, Wickerbottom with Applied Horticulture, Woodie with Lucy, Wes with Balloon, Maxwell with the Codex Umbra, Wigfrid with Battle Spear, Webber with Spider Eggs, Winona with Wrench, Warly with Portable Crockpot, Wortox with Souls, Wormwood with Flowers, Wurt with Fish, Walter with Slingshot and Woby (would be a new mold), Wanda with Watch, Wagstaff with Widget Deflubber, and Charlie!

Although the latest CMFs have had 12 minifigures, I wanted to get all the characters (besides Wonkey, sorry Wonkey mains) and the main non-playable characters, hope yall enjoy!

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

alriiiight, you guys gave your verdict, so you can get some morsels on the house. just don't blame me if it takes two billion years to get through all twelve of these chapters

[arolesbianism]

Some very lazy concept doodles for my swap au Wendy

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My Personal Best & Worst Skins for Each Don't Starve Character bc I love to yap

Based purely on personal opinion, though if anyone wants to share their own thoughts pls feel free. I'm going to be basing these mostly off of the in-game sprites, which tend to have more vibrant colors than the portraits. I'm sorry for not including said sprites, but I was unable to find good pictures of them all. Also this won't be including the Culinarian/Challenger skins, since those are pretty simple and same-y.

Wilson: Imo the quality of Wilson's skins vary from pretty good to just kind of mid. Nothing stands out as a skin I really want, but there's nothing awful either. My personal favorites are a toss-up between the Verdant, Victorian, and Mad Scientist, but for now I'm going with Verdant because I like the vibe. Worst is between Survivor and Merrymaker - Survivor probably deserves the spot for being bland, but I decided on Merrymaker just because I hate the berries in his hair. I think the holly leaf motif is a cute idea, but the berry placement feels kind of random.

Willow: Willow's in a similar situation to Wilson where there are no skins I really love or hate. Best is probably forlorn doll - all of the details on her head make her in-game sprite a little busy, but the yellow eyes and red dress are cute. Honorable mention to Snowfallen and Victorian for also being cute though. Worst goes to Woeful because a) I have no idea what concept it's going for (Lizzie Borden???) and b) I hate whatever's going on with her hair.

Wolfgang: I recognize that the reference to Hulk Hogan has perhaps aged poorly but I can't not love the Giant. Look at his sick sunglasses and try to tell me this skin is bad. Worst is Incredible Strongman (mostly because of how his hair is drawn. It looks like he's wearing swiss rolls on his head).

Wendy: Best is the Moonbound - I like the hair color change (though the washed out portrait colors don't really do it justice), and the markings under her eyes which resemble tears (like runny mascara, if that makes sense) are a fun detail. Wendy doesn't really have any skins I hate, but my least favorite is Survivor - it's just a little bland, and I don't care much for the "bone" motif (her flower & the ones around her neck).

WX-78: WX is the first character discussed in this post where I think that almost all of their skins are fantastic. It's difficult to choose a favorite - I think using a nutcracker motif for the Christmas-themed Merrymaker set was an inspired choice, Snowfallen gives them this cool, ice-themed supervillain look (literally, I think it was inspired by the character Mr. Freeze from Batman), and while I get why people don't really like the color scheme, I can't not love the super sentai theme of the Midori Roboto (it also just appeals to me as a fan of cheesy 80s rock). With all of that said - I'm sorry, I adore their Guest of Honor outfit, it's so dumb. I think objectively Experiment is probably their actual best skin but I have to be true to myself. Worst goes to Gladiator - it doesn't look so bad in the portrait, but in-game all of the different colors - red, gray, & multiple shades of yellow - around the face area make this skin really busy. Concept's cool, but the execution's flawed.

Wickerbottom: My girl. She's got a few nice skins - Snowfallen gets points for making her look like an ice queen, & I think I like her Moonbound skin more than most other people (I just think the 3rd eye is a cool idea for her). That said, I think the Bewitched is the best one - it looks lovely, the witch theme is fun, & it's the only one which significantly changes up her silhouette. Worst is Volt Goat (a lot of the early Halloween skins were kinda bland, I'm surprised this is the first one I've mentioned).

Woodie: I was surprised by how many good skins Woodie has, since I remembered them being a bit underwhelming. I like his Roseate, Merrymaker, and Snowfallen skins quite a bit, and the last shred of Canadian patriotism in me really enjoys the Hockey skin, but his stupid hippy Halloween costume is too conceptually funny to not include. Sorry I'm really predictable at this point. Worst goes to Masquerader - it's way too busy, and on his in-game sprite you can barely see his mouth.

Wes: Triumphant is hands-down his best skin but shoutout to Lover for that smug lil pose he does in the portrait. I honestly don't think Wes has any bad skins - even the ones I personally think are ugly make really fun use of the clown scheme - so the crown goes to Mandrake for being boring.

Maxwell: Poor Maxwell, man. He's stuck with some of the worst skins in the game. Klei, please PLEASE stop trying to give this man facial hair it does NOT look good. Anyway his best is Gladiator for looking cool (though the portrait colors are REALLY washed out) and making way better use of the "dark magician" theme then some of his other skins dark wizard. Snowfallen is also pretty cool however it DOES lose points for the facial hair. Anyway everyone hates Dark Wizard and while it DOES look goofy as hell Moonbound is worse. I don't know why ppl don't mention it, Moonbound is way worse. #StopTryingToGiveMaxwellABeard #ShaveThatMan

Wigfrid: Like WX, I think almost all of Wigfrid's skins are really good and im gay. Moonbound wins the prize bc she looks like a magical girl and I love that. If I had to pick a worst one I guess I'd choose Guest of Honor. I still like it, the outfit's just a little plain.

Webber: Webber my beloved. I love the Rebel on concept alone & the Victorian for making him a lil sailor boy, but Snowfallen has my heart. I love the way he's colored to look like a snowman (the legs on his head being the "twigs") and that the fluff on his body resembles a sweater. Survivor is probably the worst, it's almost identical to the original aside from some messy hair and spiderwebs. However even the worst Webber skin still belongs to Webber, and is therefore adorable.

Warly: Warly my also beloved, who's also got a lot of great skins. I really like the Candyman, but Roseate is probably the best one - I like the little rose shape in his hair. Worst is ABSOLUTELY Carrat, but shout out to Head Chef (the chef hat in the portrait isn't actually part of his sprite) and the Triumphant for being disappointing (come on, "evil chef" is such a fun idea. Why didn't you make him Bobby Flay).

Wormwood: I probably should've used the in-game sprites for this post, since the coolest part of his skins (the blooming) isn't shown on the portrait. Case in point, my favorite Wormwood skin, Triumphant, looks really bland in the portrait, but when it blooms it opens up into this really cool & striking red eye. I tried to include a picture but it was really big & this post is long enough as it is so you're gonna have to trust me, it's cool. I again don't think Wormwood has any bad skins - I guess I'll go with Roseate since the leaves on his head look Uncomfortably like hair, but it's still good.

Winona: I am EXTREMELY gay All of Winona's skins are really hot fantastic and no I am NOT biased. I want to gush about all of them (SNOWFALLEN! VICTORIAN! THE FIXER! THE ONLY GOOD SURVIVOR SKIN!) but the best is the Swashbuckler. She's so good I'm going insane. I guess her worst is Moonbound? I like some of the ideas but I think it just looks kind of messy, esp whatever's going on with her hair & shoulders.

Walter: WALTER MY BELOVED! I mentioned earlier that Wigfrid's Moonbound skin makes her look like a magical girl, but Walter's actually IS a magical girl skin - his portrait even has him striking the Sailor Moon pose! I think some of his other skins are probably objectively better, but this one's still my favorite. Honorable mention to Triumphant just bc I like the idea (turning a boyscout into a dennis-the-menace style troublemaker). I'm going to give worst to Bee Costume just bc the eyeballs on his head freak me out (but I do think the idea of him dressing up as a bee for Halloween bc he's allergic is fun). Side note, a lot of Walter's skins have hats in the portrait but not in-game? I dunno what's up with that, I guess it's so they don't interfere with equipment?

Wortox: Unfortunately none of Wortox's skins really stick out to me in a positive or negative way. Favorite is probably a tossup between Survivor & Masquerade - went with the former based purely on vibes. I also kinda like the sea-serpent theme of Swashbuckler & gargoyle theme of Victorian. Worst is going to Draconic for being kinda bland & similar to the original. I guess you could make a similar complaint about Uncorrupted, but it's that way for LORE reasons so I wouldn't want them to change it.

Wurt: I really like aquatic monster designs, so i enjoy a lot of Wurt's skins, but the best is Victorian bc a) it's cute and b) deep lore. S/out to Merrymaker's cute sugar-plum fairy motif tho. I will give the worst to Verdant because I don't really like the colors (purple, green, yellow, cream, & brown are a lil clashy).

Wanda: Finally, Wanda. I really like the star motif in her Masquerader fit, and while Tinkersmith is super cute, it looks a little too similar to her original outfit for me (I'm also not a fan of Triumphant's sunglasses, but I like that her hair looks like a shadow hand).

Anyway the moral of the story is don't give Maxwell a beard. Thanks.

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BLOOD!!!!

To commemorate our achievement of killing antlion in .02 seconds on the amazing awesome and cool BLOOD! server with some of my great friends!!! It was a whimsical moment of blood and violence ❤️

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WX-78: @sodasilks

Willow: @chainsaw-mewmew

Wickerbottom: @chonylolu

Wendy: @plushee-cant-draw

Abigail: Abigail

Winona: zestinator5000

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Whenever I work on any comic I realize how much I like making them so I won't stop for now (even tho I hate backgrounds) In fact i have another two cooking lol

I reaaaaally like how this one came out even tho I'm missing a few things I wanted but good enough is perfection

so many characters...

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Headcanons for all the survivors gender/sexuality

Wilson- Just Kinda decided he was gonna be a boy when he was like 8 and his dad was so desperate for an heir that didn’t want him dead to rights he just kinda let it happen. would fuck anyone but at the same time is not interested at all

Willow- Butch-ish but more in a tomboy kinda way. genuinely likes wearing skirts and more feminine clothing but doesn’t really think she deserves to? if that makes sense? (She doesn’t really feel like a genuine legit girl) hardcore lesbian.

Wolfgang- Very traditionally masculine but in the “My job is to protect and take care of everyone” and not the “im a man so I can do whatever I want” type way. Gay but could totally be in a lavender relationship/marriage and have no problems w/ it

WX-78- Born a cis female, figured out early on that wasn’t right but couldn’t change it until they were an adult. Transed their gender but then figured out being a male wasn’t right either. eventually found someone who felt similarly and abandoned their flesh for the machine. solidly aroace. they’re triple a (agender, asexual, aromantic) just like batteries

Wickerbottom- cis female and “traditionally” feminine, has never felt the need to explore or question it. Used to be married to a man who was secretly gay and looking for someone similarly emotionally unavailable. He has since passed but left wicker a small fortune so. alls well that ends well ig

Wes- kind of a stereotypical femme twink. The kinda gay whos loud and proud and will hit you with a brick if you have a problem with that. feels obligated to help the others try and figure themselves out- esp the ones who are more in denial abt it

Maxwell- I think the idea that max is trans and Jack is cis and they turned out looking the exact same is hilarious. Technically the only ppl who knows he’s trans are jack and charlie- their parents just think he’s a masculine woman and everyone else knows him as a man. Bi and so so weak for bears and gently bossy women.

Wendy- Non-binary but still in the process of realizing it. Does not give a single shit abt romance but would totally be qpp with Webber once they know what that means.

Woodie- Probably Not Cis but has too much religious trauma to even dare questioning himself. He’s like JUST accepted the fact that he’s gay (still thinks hes going straight to hell but we’re working on that) so ynknow baby steps. baby steps. Deffo has a shit ton of body dysphoria due to the wereforms tho

Webber- Since spiders work a lil different in the constant (probably more like bees) there are like three genders Webber could potentially see themselves as. Drone, warrior, and queen. During his childhood he thinks of himself mostly as a drone but as he gets older and his sway over the spiders increases they’ll shift into seeing themselves as more of a queen. But other that he’s pretty much whatever non-spider gender is most convenient. Definitely bi.

Wigfrid- her gender is… strange. What she outwardly presents is her character’s way of presenting herself so ig I see her as kinda fluid? Idk valiant-valkyrie if ur reading this you can probably do a better job of explaining it. you are the defacto wigfrid authority. Definitely lesbian but once again will do whatever the role requires

Winona- Solidly butch lesbian. Definitely a caretaker and a protector but in the butch kinda way and not the femme kinda way. if that makes sense.

Wurt- Butch but hasn’t really realized it yet. does not think human genders apply to her bcs she’s a merm and will 100% be king when she grows up. baby lesbiab. her and wilba’s eventual union shall bring peace to the pig/merm kingdoms once and for all

Wortox- human genders do not apply to him. They are whatever is most convenient at the time. Fluid like loki and bugs bunny.

Walter- if xenogenders existed back then he would totally be like pupgender/buggender. Non-binary but has no problem being called a boy/man. Would be fine with any prns but people have only ever used he/him for him. Probably going to be a monsterf*cker when he grows up.

Wormwood- He is plant. Plants have sexes but no genders and wormwood is intersex anyway but they kinda just chose the first option presented to him once he found the others. Loves all but has absolutely no interest or idea about non-plant reproductive activities.

Walani- Yknow that “as a girl who’s a gross dude men who are fancy ladies are my best friends”? Yeah that’s her and Warly. she’s the emotional support golden retriever to warly’s high-strung cheetah. Lesbian but like. endearingly loser lesbian who’s only ever smooth when she’s not trying to be.

Warly- as mentioned before he is very much a guy who is a fancy lady. Would probably do drag if he had the chance and would 100% be the baddest bitch who makes all the men question their sexuality. Gay and european.

Wanda- doesn’t have time for all that gender questioning bullshit she just wants to kiss women.

Wheeler- Solid futch, leans more feminine or masculine depending on the situation. Woman-leaning bisexual, has probably fucked someone wife and inadvertently caused a divorce.

Woodlegs- pretty solidly cis male but 100% an embarrassing old gay grandpa. Doesn’t know much abt the terminology but is incredibly supportive and was definitely a homewrecker back in the day. Probably got out of at least one arrest by seducing the naval officer meant to bring him in

Wilba- high femme and definitely a baby lesbian. I do really like the idea of her being trans just because why not so why not. She and wurt are fat femme x fat butch once they grow up

Wagstaff- born as a girl but realized he hated it and made attempts to transition early on. Eventually ran away to America to fully transition. Non-binary too but hasn’t realized it yet and just thinks that everyone feels weird when someone calls them mr or sir. men-liker and old man yaoi certified

Wilbur- yes I’m doing the monkey. Gender is a strange concept to him, so he just kinda calls himself male bcs apparently he is? He doesn’t really understand it but it seems to be pretty important in human society so he’ll do it if it means he gets respected as an actual person and not just some sideshow.

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Lost access to my usual art software, so I've gone to MS Paint doodlin *Second picture is based off the Wilson outfit from the Shadow Collection, and uhh Beardson? Beardson.

[angatag2]

Okay so I wanted a new tablet background but I couldn't find any good DST ones I liked. So I made my own and now I'm posting it to Tumblr because yes <3

(I made it slightly too big so I can't see half of Alter but I don't care-)

Versions without Wilson, The title, and the Darkness filter under the cut (with and without the glowy bits)

With glowy

Without glowy

[thebleedingalien]

Bunch of DST headcanons for Wormwood cause I think about this plant WAY too much 🍃💚

Under Cut. VERY long post I just want these all together. :)

Still maintains his memories from when he was just a stone, they're just a bit hazy.

Considers Hamlet his second birthplace after the moon. Still nostalgic for it despite how brutal it was there.

Was a minor celebrity up in Hamlet. Was basically the town bum but the pigs loved all the gardening and picking up manure he did, some even adored his bloom form.

He learned the basics of survival by examining abandoned survivor camps and receiving help from the nicer pigfolks in Hamlet

Isn't as passive as he seems, he knows how to defend himself and WILL throw hands if he needs to, he just really rather not.

Actually a lot brighter than he seems, he just doesn't speak English well. It's his second language. (He's VERY fluent in the Ancient’s language tho.)

Prefers softer/mushy types of food since it's easier on his plant like mouth.

Is taking English lessons from Wickerbottom, struggles to maintain most of her lessons tho.

Actually likes doing different kinds of puzzles, he finds them really entertaining.

Knows that mushrooms aren't plants, he just doesn't understand what fungi is and they speak to him like his plant friends do, so he lumps them in.

Surprisingly knows a decent amount of first aid. Can actually treat minor wounds and knows a lot of remedies that helps with certain ailments and illnesses. Even memorized the recipe for anti venom. (Still doesn't understand why humans don't like manure tho.)

Genuinely believed humans were called unpigs due to his time living in Hamlet, took a good while for him to unlearn that. Still never caught on that twirly tails were just called pigs.

Has developed a small quirk where he will refer to humans/other non plant like creatures he doesn't view as friends as “fleshlings.” (Much to the dismay of to the rest of the camp and the delight of a certain robot.)

Is understanding of the survivors’ need to harm plants like chopping trees, as he had to do the same to survive while on his own. As long as it's for survival and they don't do it around him, then he accepts it.

Despite the issues, he gets along with Woodie quite well. He gets the others’ needs for wood and is understanding enough of the curse to TOLERATE the lumberjack's occupation. They actually work together to plant more trees. (Thinks Lucy's a bad influence tho.)

Misses the moon a lot, and clings to anything that reminds him of it. Always love to tag along whenever the camp goes to lunar island.

Doesn't talk about the fact he's from the moon. Due to the survivors negative experiences with things that came from the moon/Alter, he worries they'd grow weary of him too.

Considers Wortox his closest friend. He's the only one that fully knows about Wormwood's origins and what he is, so he treats him with much more respect than most of the others. They naturally click together and he finds a lot of the imp's pranks/jokes funny.

Is fascinated by and looks up to WX the most. He considers them one of if not THE strongest survivor in the camp. Wants to emulate them to an extent. Isn't blind to how mean they are tho, just optimistic that they must have a softer side.

After learning about what a mom is, he fully considers Alter as his mom, and always refers to them as such.

Definitely is trans in some way, but doesn't really understand gender or biology enough to notice that. Just knows that being referred to as he "feels nice."

[dhr-ao3]

The Three Term Problem

The Three Term Problem https://ift.tt/CfUiBR3 by Runninupthathill, Slytherin_Girl91 It took roughly a year to rebuild Hogwarts after the final battle of the war. Now the gates of the school have reopened and a class of eight years has been added for those wishing to return. Friendless and shunned, Draco Malfoy finds himself back in his old school. His eyes firmly fixed on getting enough NEWTs to be accepted as a Potioneer apprentice. To his utter surprise, he is made Head Boy and to his utter dismay, so is Hermione Granger… Coming back to Hogwarts fills Hermione with joy and nostalgia. Finally a year she can devote entirely to academics. There is no need to save the world, or keep her two chaotic friends out of trouble. Now, if only she understood why Headmistress McGonagall has made Draco sodding Malfoy Head Boy alongside her… Get ready for suspicion, cheeky portraits, cheekier gargoyles, attempted civility, a ball, the Slug-Club, and Crookshanks being all up in Draco’s business.   Something orange and hairy jumped from the one and only woman he would never have acquiesced to room with. It now sat at his feet, a very ugly and squished face blinking up at him. A loud meow had him frowning down. “What the hell are you supposed to be?” Draco asked. Words: 4806, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Ernie Macmillan, Cho Chang, Michael Corner, Hannah Abbott, Cormac McLaggen, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Walter Chuffley (Gargoyle), Ignatius Wickerbottom (Zoologist), Sir Sycamore The Third (Painting), Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, explicit content, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Forced Proximity, Crookshanks & Draco Malfoy (friendship), Crookshankscore, Dual POV, Autumn Ball, Harry Potter - Ladiesman, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, scavenger hunt, Capture the Flag, In-Depth-Kneazle-Knowledge, Cheeky Gargoyle, Cheekier Portraits, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff and Smut, Healing, Minor Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Minor Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Minor Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Minor Daphne Greengrass/Ron Weasley via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/DG7aSwB May 26, 2024 at 12:25AM

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DS Fanfic: Tying Burnt Ends

The Survivors have finally returned to Earth. Everyone is making new lives for themselves. A fresh, new start for all. Among the glee of it all however, lies a firestarter's past once lost…

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This is for the Wicker/Willow hc I brought up the other day. I’m not certain if I’ll fully commit to it, but I thought this would be an interesting idea to put out there.

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TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains slight gore/blood, graphic depictions of death, a witch hunt, voices/whispers, ghosts, visions of the past, swearing, and caps. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

The Survivors stand together, staring in near disbelief at what has appeared in front of them.

A portal.

A portal that actually led back home.

No one could believe what they were looking at. Not even the children.

“Wow…” Says Wilson. “That's it. Right there…”

“Our ticket home...” Says Willow.

“…I cannot believe what I'm looking at...” Says Maxwell.

“I can't either, Maxy. Heheh.” Says Charlie, now having been freed from Their hold.

“No one can believe it, sis.” Says Winona, looking over to Charlie.

“What're we waiting for!?” Says Webber. “Let's go home!”

From behind the crowd, Wendy looks over to Abigail with dread in her eyes.

She doesn't want to leave her. Abigail doesn't want to leave Wendy.

But they know they have to.

They have to move on.

“I’ll miss you, Abby.” Says Wendy. “You'll watch over me, right?”

Abigail makes a little noise, indicating a yes. Wendy smiles a little. “…As long as I know you'll be there.” She says.

“You ready, WX?” Winona asks WX.

“AS LONG AS I AM AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE HERE BUT YOU.” Says WX.

“…Good enough.” Says Winona. “What about you, Woodie? And Lucy?”

“Of course I’m ready!” Says Woodie with a chuckle.

“Oh, I hope our cabin is alright.” Says Lucy.

“I bet it is, Luce.” Says Woodie reassuringly.

“Friends!” Says Wolfgang. “Is time to return to home, yes?”

“My dear and faithful ströngman asks the grand questiön!” Says Wigfrid. “And I shall be given an answer tö extinguish my yearning!”

Wes nods firmly in agreement with Wigfrid.

“I believe our time to return home is now.” Says Wickerbottom. “We've stalled long enough.” She then turns to Willow and places a hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready, dear?” She asks Willow in a whisper.

Willow smiles. “Yeah.” She whispers back.

“Alright!” Says Wilson. “Everyone... go slow. One at a time. Try to contain yourselves, is that clear?”

The group agrees in unison.

Wilson nods, a smirk lays on his face. He turns to face the portal.

“Let's go home.” Says Wilson.

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It's been a few years since the Survivors have returned home. Everyone’s new lives are coming along well.

Wilson is actually trying improve in his field, along with study new ones. Maxwell and Charlie got married and have joined the traveling circus Wes, Wigfrid, and Wolfgang had made. Wendy has reunited with her family and seems a lot happier. Webber reunited with his family, who were absolutely thrilled to see him, no matter how he looked. Woodie and Lucy have returned to their cabin, but are trying to get out more. Winona and WX live together now. Winona got a new mechanic job. WX doesn't do much, but Winona is trying to get them to work a bit more.

As for Willow and Wickerbottom?

“Oh, isn’t it lovely, dear?” Wickerbottom asks Willow.

“…It’s huge.” Says Willow.

The two stand in front of a library. One that Wickerbottom had finally been able to purchase and own. Wickerbottom was ecstatic to be a librarian again.

As for Willow…

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“How are the visitors? Are they treating you well?” Wickerbottom asks Willow as she sorts some books on the shelves.

Willow is sitting behind a small counter. She has a small name tag clipped to her sweater vest. “Yep! They’ve all be great so far.” She says. “How’re you doing up there? You need any help?”

“No, I’m alright, dear.” She says.

“Good.” Says Willow. “Just try not to throw your back out.” She chuckles.

“Willow!” Wickerbottom exclaims, although she doesn’t sound necessarily angry. Not entirely.

“You know I’m just playing with you!” Says Willow, a little teasingly.

Wickerbottom smiles. “I know, dear.” She says. “I’m just messing with you back.”

“Hey!” Says Willow, giggling a bit.

Wickerbottom chuckles a bit.

The two were practically like family.

—

Willow and Wickerbottom are beginning to close the library for the night. As they clean and work, knocking can be heard from the front of the building.

“I’ll get it!” Says Willow. She hurries to the front door opens it. It’s Wilson.

“Hey, Wilson!” Says Willow. “How’ve you been?”

Wilson enters the library. He looks over to Willow. “I’ve been good.” He says. “What about you? You haven’t tried to bring upon a book burning, have you?” He says teasingly.

“I’ve been great— Hey!” She exclaims, putting her fists to her hips.

“She hasn’t, not at all.” Says an approaching Wickerbottom. “She’s been fulfilling her apology tenfold.”

Willow smiles. She had decided to help Wickerbottom out when she got a new library as an apology for burning down her old one. Both have seen past the past.

“That’s splendid!” Says Wilson. “I’m glad you’re learning, Willow.”

“Hehe, I am too.” She says, a smile on her face. “How was that show, by the way? We got a letter from the performer trio about it. Sorry we couldn’t see it, we were busy.”

“Oh! The one Charlie and Maxwell joined?” Wilson asks. “They were wonderful! And that’s fine, they’re very understanding.”

“Anyway, Wilson, what do you need?” Asks Wickerbottom.

“Oh, just a book on botany.” Says Wilson. “After our time away from here, it seems to have grown on me.” He smirks.

“Oh, come on, Wilson!” Says Willow teasingly.

“You know I have to!” Says Wilson. “Anyway, do you mind helping me find the book I need?” He asks, turned to Wickerbottom.

“I don’t mind, Wilson.” Says Wickerbottom. “And Willow, while I help Wilson, do you mind cleaning up the library some more?”

“Oh, I don’t.” Says Willow.

“Splendid.” Says Wickerbottom. “Follow me, Wilson.”

Wilson nods. He and Wickerbottom walk toward a nearby bookshelf while Willow goes to grab her broom.

—

Willow quietly cleans to herself as Wickerbottom and Wilson talk nearby.

“Thanks for the help, Wicker!” Says Wilson.

“No problem, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’m glad to have been of assistance.”

Wilson looks down at his wrist watch. “I believe it’s best I be on my way, now.” Says Wilson. “It’s getting late.”

Wickerbottom nods. “Get home safely, dear.” She says.

“You and Willow, too.” Says Wilson as approaches the front door.

“Get back to Ohio without a scratch, you hear?” Says Willow, looking up to the scientist.

“I will!” Says Wilson as he exits. “Have a great night!”

“You too!” Says Willow.

The man exits the library, leaving it quiet.

Wickerbottom goes over to Willow. “Are you about done cleaning, dear?” She asks.

“I’ve gone through every nook and cranny I think.” Says Willow, looking around the premises, smiling.

“Good work, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I believe it’s time for us to get home. I’ll put that broom up for you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Willow says, smiling.

“No problem, Willow.” Says Wickerbottom.

Willow hands Wickerbottom the broom. The librarian heads toward the tool closet in the library while Willow waits for her return.

—

Willow and Wickerbottom walk down the sidewalk back to Wickerbottom’s home. A full moon lays above the New York streets lit up by street lights.

Willow reminisces about how life had been. How all the others had been. She was happy, not just for herself, but for everyone. A large smile sits on her face.

Wickerbottom looks over to woman, smiling.

Willow looks over to Wickerbottom, still smiling. “You ever think about how far we’ve come?” Willow asks.

“I have.” Says Wickerbottom. “It’s a wonderful feeling.”

“Yeah.” Says Willow, now turned away from Wickerbottom. “We all met each other, survived in what’s practically Hell… and made it out alright. We’re all one piece. Our loose ends have been tied.”

As Willow finishes her sentence, she looks over to Wickerbottom. She doesn’t look happy, she’s frowning. She looks as if she’s deep in thought. Willow frowns.

“Hey, you alright?” Willow asks.

“…Oh, just…” Wickerbottom pauses. “Thinking.”

“Thinking what?” Willow asks.

“…About the past.” Wickerbottom answers.

“…Did something happen…?” Willow asks.

“…I’d rather not talk about it, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I apologize.”

“No, no, you’re alright.” Says Willow. “I understand.”

The two walk back home. The air begins to feel oddly thick…

—

Willow and Wickerbottom have arrived back home. They’re preparing to get to bed.

“Are you ready for bed, Willow?” Wickerbottom asks.

“Yeah.” Says Willow. “Sleep well.” She says.

“You too, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

The two head to their bedrooms for the night…

Willow enters her room and enters her world of thought for a moment. She can’t shake off that something is up with Wickerbottom. She tries not to press on it much. Wickerbottom did say she didn’t want to talk about it. Why bother her with something she may not be comfortable with speaking about?

Willow approaches her bed. Bernie is exactly where she left him, sitting up against her pillow. She smiles, content with that Bernie is safe and sound. Willow climbs into her bed and slowly drifts off to sleep…

—

It’s silent. Barely any sound can be heard amongst the near deafening silence. Amongst this peace however…

Willow tosses and turns in her bed, brows furrows and eyes sealed shut…

~~~

Fire. Fire everywhere.

Willow would enjoy it, if torches and lanterns weren’t practically being thrown at her.

People are screaming, yelling. Pointing crosses. Shouting Bible verses.

All at her.

…But why…?

“What do you people want from me!?” Willow asks, unable to flee from the attempts to hurt her.

“Die, witch!” A voice would shout.

“Burn in the deepest pits of Hell from whence ye came!” Shouts the voice of a pastor. He holds out a cross in Willow’s direction.

Willow can’t help but be utterly confused. Was this about her being a pyromaniac? …Why even try to fight a pyromaniac with what they loved most…?

As Willow attempts to flee, the voices quickly become louder and louder, echoing around the dark space she was in. The fire begins to encompass the small spot Willow was standing in…

~~~

Willow jolts awake with a gasp. She places a hand to her chest.

“…What… the hell?” Willow asks herself, her breathing beginning to calm. “…What was that?”

Willow begins to recollect herself. She glosses over the dream she had…

Sure, she’s had worse nightmares, but they normally were related to her time in the orphanage. Or Shadow Creatures…

Never had she ever had a dream like that…

Willow’s gears begin to turn. Why in the world was she being called a witch? Who were those voices? Barely anyone knew her before she had come to the Constant, so why would these random people know her?

Willow looks to her side. Bernie lays there, still and stiff as a board. She picks him up. “Hey. I had some weird dream where these creeps were throwing stuff at me and calling me a witch.” She says. “Why do you think I had that dream, Bernie?” She asks the stuffed toy.

The toy doesn’t respond.

Willow’s expression droops. “…Oh, yeah.” She says. “You aren’t alive.”

Willow plops onto her back and lays there. She shuts her eyes and exhales, disappointed.

…Suddenly, Willow feels something twitching in her hand. She looks to her right hand, the one Bernie was sitting in.

Bernie’s twitching in her hand.

Willow brings the toy up to her face with both hands. She doesn’t throw the doll away. She just watches it intently with wide eyes and a firm gaze.

After a bit, the twitching stops. The bear goes limp. Until it slowly lifts it’s head and looks up Willow.

Willow’s expression softens. “…Hey, Bernie.” She says. She puts the doll down, allowing it to stand.

What was odd however, Willow wasn’t in the Constant anymore…

Bernie didn’t have the ability to walk before the Constant.

Realization quickly hits Willow. “Wait… You never did this before I got placed in that hellhole…” She says.

Bernie stares at Willow.

“…Welp, guess you’re alive now.” Says Willow. “Do you get why I had that dream?”

Willow watches as Bernie jumps off the side of the bed and lands on the floor feet first. He walks over to Willow’s door and points at it. He stares back at Willow.

“…But, I need sleep.” Says Willow.

Bernie doesn’t move.

“…Oh, fine.” Says Willow. “If it’ll help me with that goofy dream. And whatever else was going on in it.” She gets out of bed and goes to her door. She quietly opens it.

Bernie steps out of the bedroom into a dark hallway. Bernie leads the way while Willow quietly follows behind. Bernie stops at the house’s front door. He points at the door and turns his head to face Willow.

Willow’s brows furrow. “Are you kidding me!?” She asks in a harsh whisper.

Once more, the doll doesn’t move.

Willow puts a hand to her face. It slides down her face until limping back down. “…Sure.” She says.

Willow quietly unlocks and opens the front door. Bernie exits first. Then Willow exits. She closes the door behind her. Willow then bends down to the welcome mat in front of the door. She lifts it, revealing a key. She locks the door from the outside and places the key back where she found it. Her and Bernie head off.

—

It’s been awhile since Willow and Bernie had left their home. Willow’s legs and feet are tired. Bernie’s trucking along just fine.

They walk through a desolate and empty spot of town. The landscape is mostly barren. Trees are sprinkled about. An eerie atmosphere surrounds the area.

“…Bernie?” Willow asks. “Where are we going?”

Bernie doesn’t respond. He keeps walking. Willow continues to follow, ignoring her skepticism.

Eventually, more trees begin to fill the area.

Amongst the sounds of the night… whispers. Faint whispers among the trees.

Willow is shaken up… she almost feels as if she never woke up from that dream…

“…Bernie…?” Willow asks, fear in her voice. “…Where are we? Where’d you take me? Why am I hearing whispers?”

Bernie doesn’t respond. He keeps walking.

Willow can’t take it anymore.

Willow grabs Bernie from behind. She holds him in her hands. The whispers can still be heard. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME!?” Willow asks, anger seeping through her vocal chords.

Bernie’s head then turns to face forward. He points. Willow looks up.

Her eyes go wide.

In front of her is large clearing… within the clearing though are crosses made from sticks. Little pieces of fabric sit on them. It also appears they’ve been written on.

“…What… the hell…?” Willow asks herself.

Willow looks down at Bernie. He’s still pointing forward. Not moving at all. Willow looks back up.

Bernie appears to be pointing toward two particular crosses that sit side by side.

Willow’s brows furrow. She slowly begins to walk toward the crosses.

As she approaches, the whispers become more and more apparent, more loud.

'Her…'

'The other…'

'Their precious little doll…'

Willow eventually approaches the two crosses. She looks at the words written into their fabric.

Willow’s eyes widen in shock.

'Winslow Wickerbottom' and 'Waylon Wickerbottom'.

“…WHAAAAAT!?” Willow exclaims. “Are these her parents or something!? Why are they buried in a creepy ass clearing!?”

Bernie then suddenly goes limp. Willow looks down to Bernie, then looks to the ground.

A little doll, a beaten and messed up, sits there.

…The doll has an appearance similar to Willow’s…

Willow holds Bernie with her arm and bends down and picks up the odd forlorn doll. She stares at it.

It stares back.

Willow blinks.

The lighting then suddenly changes. The doll is no longer in Willow’s hands.

“Huh?” Willow looks up.

The clearing is no longer as barren. Around the area are multiple shacks and huts. Homes and small shops. People in witch-like garments walk around amongst the cluttered village. The village is lit up by wooden poles with small lights with fireflies inside dangling from them.

“…What…?” Willow questions.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” A feminine voice says from nearby.

Willow shoots her head over to the direction of the voice.

A man and woman walk together. The woman is holding something in her hands. Willow walks over to the couple to get a closer look.

The doll looked exactly like the one Willow had found. Although, it didn’t look nearly as beaten up. It practically looked brand new.

Probably because it was.

“She is, Winslow.” Says the man.

Willow’s mouth goes agape.

…Did she hear the man correctly…?

…Winslow…

…Winslow Wickerbottom…

“I think she’ll grow up to be a great witch someday.” Says the man.

“Oh, Waylon,” Says Winslow. “How I cannot wait for such a day to come!”

Waylon chuckles. “I can’t wait either, Winslow.” He says.

The couple then begins to walk further down the gravelly road toward a shack in the distance. Willow holds onto Bernie with her hands and follows the two and enters the shack behind them. She looks around.

The shack is lit by lanterns similar to the ones outside. Various shelves and tables full of flasks, bottles, and books lay about.

The couple walks into a decently sized room secluded by a curtain. Willow follows them and steps into the room. The couple doesn’t notice her. Willow begins to believe that they can’t see or hear her.

The same lanterns on the walls and a few shelves. In the middle of the room is a small baby bed framed by a decorated rocker. A window mostly covered by curtains near lays on the wall near the rocker.

Willow stares at the rocker, confused.

“…What are the hell are they gonna do with that doll?” Willow asks herself.

The couple walks over to the rocker. Winslow sets the doll inside it, tucking it in the blanket. Willow notices a little teddy bear sitting laying next to the doll.

Bernie.

So that’s how she got him.

“Hehe.” She giggles. She holds Bernie up to peak inside the rocker. “Look, Bernie! It’s you!”

Waylon then walks over to one of the shelves in the room and grabs an unknown book from it. He walks back over to Winslow. Willow moves away from the couple and stands to the side. Waylon opens the book in his hands and eventually finds the page he’s looking for. He looks over to Winslow. “Are you ready, my dear?” He asks.

“Yes, I am.” Says Winslow.

Waylon nods and looks at the page sternly. Both he and Winslow close their eyes…

“…By the Mother’s beautiful light…” Waylon begins.

The room begins to shake a bit. Willow moves back against the wall.

“…We speak to thee on this silent night…” Says Winslow.

“…Give unto our babe, the light which ye give…” Says Waylon.

“…Give unto our babe, the gift to live…” Says Winslow.

The doll then becomes surrounded in a bright purple glow.

“…Bless this babe, oh, dear Mother of Nature…” Says Waylon.

“…Bless this babe, oh, dear Mother of Nature…” Says Winslow.

The room shakes even more. The light coming off the doll is practically lighting up the entire room. Willow squints and covers her head with her arms, worried that the roof could fall on her.

“Oh, Mother of Nature…” The couple says in unison. “Bless this babe! Bless this babe! Bless this babe!”

A large gust of wind then blows. The couple and Willow gets knocked back a bit. The light coming off the doll then dissipates.

…Then, the sound of crying.

Coming from the rocker.

The couple recollects and slowly walks up to the rocker. They look inside. Willow opens her eyes and slowly follows suit.

Willow’s eyes go wide.

“…Just as I thought.” Says Winslow. She tears up a bit. “…She’s beautiful.”

Willow stares at the crying baby.

It… or she, had dark, black hair. Long bangs that covered up her forehead. And the face…

It looked exactly like Willow’s…

Because it was Willow’s.

Hell, even her voice sounded like Willow’s. Although pitched up, that of a baby’s. Even through the cries, the resemblance can be heard.

Willow couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide. She felt as if she’d faint on the spot.

…She was born from a doll…?

…Why…?

Then, amongst the excitement and confusion…

CRASH!!

Waylon drops to the floor. Blood gushes from his head.

Winslow looks down to the dead man. “Waylon!?” She shouts.

Willow looks down to the dead man and panicking woman, then to the window, eyes wide and mouth agape.

A part of it was broken.

Someone had shot a bullet through the window.

…But who?

“There!” A voice from outside shouts. “The domain! The domain of the Unholy!”

“The witches!” Shouts another voice. “They’re here!”

Realization hits Winslow and Willow hard.

Witch hunters.

“…Oh, no…” Says Winslow. She gets up to grab the baby.

As she gets back on her feet however…

BANG!!

Winslow falls. Dead on the floor. Willow looks down at the body in shock.

From outside, what sounds like a crowd rushing toward the village can be heard. Willow attempts to grab the baby, but her hands phase through her. The sounds from outside quickly approach. Shadows can be seen out the broken window. Willow moves back as someone lights a match and sets the shack ablaze. A few men then break through the window and begin to break down the house. Willow stays in the corner, looking upon the scene before her.

One of the men in the room looks down at the baby in the rocker. “That’s a baby!” He says.

“Leave it there.” Says another man. “Let it slowly experience the punishment of witchcraft.”

The other man sternly furrows his brows and nods, obeying the other man. The men in the room trash it and leave.

Willow sneers.

She was left here to die.

Or so, she was supposed to…

Willow begins to ponder over how she survived. Maybe it had something to do with Willow not being able to get injured by fire?

Willow then snaps out herself out of her world of thought. She then hurries out of the destroyed shack and returns to the village. She gasps. Her eyes go wide.

Carnage and discord everywhere. Shacks being burned down. Various villagers being brutally killed left and right. Gunshots, screams. Everything happening everywhere.

And Willow has barely anywhere to run.

Willow’s brows furrow. She bolts through the fire, carrying, Bernie in one hand, trying to find a way out. The destruction seems endless. “Help!! HELP!!” She shouts, panting a bit. “GET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!!”

Amongst the chaos however, someone quickly passes by Willow. Willow turns.

The woman looks back. Willow can see her face. It feels as if time has stopped.

Her eyes go wide.

It’s Wickerbottom… yet younger.

Her hair is partially orange. Various areas of the hair are streaked in gray. It also looked a bit longer. It was more puffy and put up in a ponytail.

…How long ago was this…?

Wickerbottom then turns back around. She runs off into the forest nearby, trying not to be seen.

Then, as Willow watches the young Wickerbottom run off, the fires quickly dissipate. The sounds go away. The land is covered in debris and dead bodies.

The only sound left being the sound of a crying baby.

Willow looks in the distance. She squints and walks toward the source of the sound.

She sees a baby crying on the ground. The dead bodies of her parents beside her.

It’s baby Willow.

Willow looks down at the child. She frowns.

Then, footsteps are heard. Willow steps back a bit.

Two very familiar woman come into view… Willow sneers at the sight of them.

…Those disgusting women from the orphanage. The ones that Willow hated to the bottom of her very core.

The taller woman looks down at the child and picks the baby up. “Sister, look!” She says. “A child.”

“Someone must’ve abandoned her here.” Says the shorter woman in a more raspier tone. “Understandable. She looks like a rat.”

“You’re correct, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be saved.” Says the taller woman.

“Maybe if we bring her into God’s light, she’ll look nicer.” Says the shorter woman.

“Not just that.” Says the taller woman. “She’ll be one of God’s children. A blessing worth entering Heaven.”

“Maybe.” Says the shorter woman. “She looks like a pain to raise though.”

“…Yes, but we do need the money.” Says the taller woman.

“Agreed, we do.” Says the shorter woman. “Lets just bring her back to the orphanage.”

“Mm-hm.” The taller woman nods.

The two woman head out from the ground and into the forest ahead.

Willow stares…

The she blinks. Once she opens her eyes, she suddenly finds herself back in front of the crosses, not holding the doll she found. Bernie sits in her grip.

She stares into the distance.

She’s absolutely speechless…

Everything that happened… it was so much…

Her being born from a doll. Her belonging to a family of witches. Her home and family being torn apart and killed.

But the most overwhelming thing…

She was a Wickerbottom.

“Willow!” A voice calls from behind.

Willow is smacked out of her world of thought. She looks back.

It’s Wickerbottom.

“What are you doing out here!?” Wickerbottom asks. “Why aren’t you asleep back home!?”

Willow doesn’t answer. Tears well up in her eyes.

Then, she snaps.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I WAS YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!?” She exclaims. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT MY FAMILY!?”

Wickerbottom’s eyes go wide in confusion. “…What?” She asks.

“My family… they died in a witch hunt! You LIVED here! YOU were related to them, and YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!? WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!?”

“…Willow, I don’t understand—“ Wickerbottom begins.

Willow cuts the librarian off. “YES, YOU DO!” She exclaims. “YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”

“No, I’m not!” Says Wickerbottom.

“You didn’t want to tell me because it would 'overwhelm me' didn’t you!?” Says Willow. “Because, apparently, I can’t handle the truth, right!?”

“Willow, no! That isn’t—“ Wickerbottom gets cut off again.

“THEN WHY!?” Willow exclaims.

“Because I didn’t want you getting involved with family matters!” Wickerbottom exclaims. “This is a personal matter between me and my family!”

“But I AM your family!” Willow exclaims, pointing her hands toward her chest.

“No, we aren’t!” Says Wickerbottom.

“Yes we are!” Willow retorts. “I saw it! I saw the past!”

“How?” Wickerbottom asks sternly.

“…Some… weird doll!” Says Willow.

“She is not wrong, mother.” Says a voice.

The duo look back.

Near the crosses, the spirits of Winslow and Waylon Wickerbottom hover. They stare upon their living family.

Wickerbottom and Willow slowly walk up to the couple.

“…Oh, Waylon…” Says Wickerbottom. “…My boy…”

“You’re Wickerbottom’s kid?” Willow asks Waylon.

“Yes.” Says Waylon nodding. He looks over to Wickerbottom. “I see you want an explanation for what she saw.” He says, then turns to Willow. “You do too.”

“Yeah.” Says Willow.

“Yes, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

Waylon nods. “Willow, your mother…” He hesitates. He looks over to Winslow; who puts a hand to his shoulder, smiles, and nods, indicating that she doesn’t mind him sharing this particular fact about her. “…Your mother is infertile. She can’t have kids.”

“Because I wasn’t able to give birth to a child, we thought we’d see a doll maker to assist us.” Says Winslow.

Willow’s brows furrow. She tilts her head. “What’s a doll maker?”

“A doll maker makes dolls that a wedded couple can make if the wife is infertile. Or if it was a same sex couple that wanted a baby.” Says Wickerbottom. “Those specific kinds of dolls contain what makes up both the mother and father’s genes. Meaning that although you weren’t born by normal means, you still have the genetic makeup of your parents.”

Willow nods, understanding what Wickerbottom said. Wilson had talked about genetics so much during her survival days that it practically got burned into Willow’s brain. Wickerbottom also helped with cementing that knowledge in more.

Waylon nods. “The night that you had been given life, as you saw…”

“We were killed. And our home was taken down. Along with many villagers.” Says Winslow.

“But what about Wickerbottom?” Willow asks.

“She had run off.” Says Winslow. “She was able to get away safely.”

“And start a new life as a librarian.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’ve kept this secret with me for 20 years. Since I was in my 40s.”

“What about me?” Asks Willow. “How’d I live?”

“Oh, that’s because of the doll.” Says Winslow, smiling a bit. “They’re fire resistant.”

Willow smirks. “I kinda suspected that actually.” She smiles. “Sick.” She says to herself. She then looks to Wickerbottom. “But how come you didn’t know I was granddaughter? I thought you’d know?”

Wickerbottom’s expression droops a bit. “I was on my way to see you…” Says Wickerbottom. “…But then the attack happened… I never got to meet you… I had no idea that my granddaughter had been by my side all this time I had known her.”

Willow smiles. “As long as I know you weren’t trying to lie to me.”

Wickerbottom looks to Willow sternly. “If I had known you were my granddaughter, I would’ve shared this with you.” She says. “I never intended to lie to you.”

Willow smiles. “You’d never do that, would you?” She asks.

“I’d never hide my roots from my family.” Says Wickerbottom, smiling.

Willow’s smile grows. She almost feels tears forming in her eyes.

“Anyway, would you like to stay?” Asks Waylon. “I’ve been wanting to see how my family has been doing.”

“I have as well.” Says Winslow.

“That’s why I came here.” Says Wickerbottom. “To say hello. Talk with you both.”

“What about you, Willow?” Winslow asks, looking over to Willow.

Willow smiles brightly. “Sure!” She says. “I’d love to get to talk to my actual parents! Anyway, what’s up with Bernie?” She looks down to the bear in her grip. “Is he magic? Why was he moving on his own earlier, if you know? He normally doesn’t do that.”

“Oh, we casted a spell on it.” Says Waylon. “One that allowed him to protect you. A little gift from us to you.”

“And I had possessed him.” Says Winslow. “I wanted to help you discover you’re past. You’re family.”

Willow smiles. “Cool!” She exclaims.

—

The sun has begun to rise. Willow and Wickerbottom head back home from the clearing after having said their farewells to their family. They plan to see them next year, exactly a year after having discovered they are family.

“It’s crazy to me that I had known you for ages, but never knew you were my grandma.” Says Willow, looking over to Wickerbottom.

Wickerbottom chuckles a bit. “Same here, dear.” She says. “I never expected a future such a this to be true.”

“Neither did I.” Says Willow. “It’s cool though. The fact that I’ve got witch blood in my viens.” Willow says as she punches the air in front of her a bit.

“It is, dear.” Says Wickerbottom, smiling softly.

The two walk back home, talking about their family, their relations.

And how everyone’s loose ends have finally been tied.

- END -