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Webber doesn't know why they're here.
At one point they were home. They know that much. But now they're not. They're in the woods. It's been a few hours since they've seen an actual person. The last one they saw was the tall guy who was there when they woke up. But it's been a while now, a while of aimless wandering. He told them to find something to eat before night comes. They couldn't even say anything to him before he vanished. They don't know where this is, or who he was, or why they're here. It's frustrating.
But they're not entirely on their own. They found that out very quickly after they woke up. There's two of them. They don't know why or how, but they're a spider. Or, well, merged with a spider? Maybe it was like Spiderman, get bit and now they have superpowers, haha! But they can't really see many major upsides to this, other than being fluffy and spooky looking. They have big teeth, they guess? It's a weird time.
Either way, they've really been doing their best. They found some berries and some carrots and some kinda sharp metal and sticks and grass and stuff. There's also bunnies! But they're not normal bunnies, they have antlers and weird spooky eyes! They’re very scared of Webber, though. They also saw some big fluffy cow things, but they didn't get too close in case they didn't like how Webber looked. But they even chopped down a tree! After all, with some wood and grass, they could surely make a fire!
It's getting darker now. Night is falling, they think. They hope there's no creepy crawlies out here. Well, other than them! They're the creepiest crawlie there is! Haha.
It's pitch black, other than some fireflies they see scattered around. They're working on getting a fire going, as best as they can in the dark, when they hear a noise. Like whispering. They pause, raising their head and looking around, but they don't see anything nearby.
"Hello?" They call, suddenly not feeling so safe out here. Maybe they're not the creepiest crawlie. They stand, ready to bolt at a moment's notice, and then they feel a searing hot pain across their front, like someone slashed at them. They gasp and fall back, hissing in pain. They didn't used to hiss. Is that normal? Are they normal? They scrabble backwards away from an unseen enemy, something lurking in the dark. It wants to hurt them. It wants to hurt us.
"Monsters in the dark!" They hiss, squinting as their eyes hit a light. Fireflies. They don't hear the monster anymore. So they just lay under the fireflies, resting their head against the grassy ground. They hurt. We hurt . Everything just hurts .
They don't know when they fell asleep, but evidently they do.
By some miracle, they're still alive when they wake up. Their chest hurts, but only an ache. It's nothing compared to when it first happened. Just don't touch it, it'll sting. They'll find a way to fix themselves up.
Their routine is much the same as the day previous. They get food, they get wood, this time they'll have fire before night. Except today, they decide they want out . So they start walking. They pick a direction and go. And they keep walking, until they get to an edge.
There's. An edge .
The land stops, and replacing it is sea. Rather violent sea. They don't think a boat could stay up on this. They decide to keep walking along the edge, careful not to get too close. After all, they don't want to fall in or get splashed and soggy. They keep walking, and keep walking, and keep walking. It's a long time until they stop. They see a house. And outside it, walking around, is a pig man. A man pig. Piggy. They watch it for a few moments, walking around doing nothing. And then it sees them.
"YOU GO SMASH!" The pig yells, chasing after them. They hiss on instinct, backing up, then they turn around and start running. They don't know how long it is until they stop, out of breath. They don't know where they are. They got turned around while they were getting away. They're in a forest now.
They breathe in, shaky. It's dusk. They start making a campfire. And once the fire is up, they rest. The monster doesn't like the light. It won't hurt them if there's light. They sigh, looking at their talons. It's weird being like this. They're weird. They look like a monster. We look like a monster.
"We want to go home," they mumble, tearing up. This was fun and exciting at first, but now it's just scary. They want to go back to your family. Would they like them like this? They're scary now. The pigs don't like them.
They hear a hiss and several scuttling feet. They pause, looking around, and they see it. It's a spider. It's a little smaller than Webber's head, and it's looking at them, but it doesn't come to hurt then. They just look at each other for a while.
"Hello," they say hesitantly. The spider just looks at them. They don't know if it understands them or not, but after a few moments, it comes a bit closer. They offer it a clawed hand, and it considers them for a moment before pressing to it like a cat. "You're... You're like us ," they say softly, eyes wide. "I bet the pigs don't like you, either. They're just meanies . You're nice." They still aren't sure if it understands what they're saying to it, but it's nice to have someone to talk to other than themselves either way.
They spend the night with the spider nearby.
Their pickaxe hits the rock with as much strength as they can muster. Which, albeit, isn't much, but it's the best as they can do. They have a good feeling about this one, it's all shiny. The rock breaks open, and they pick up its contents. "Shiny," they mumble as they pick up a chunk of gold. They don't know why, but they think they might need that. They don't know a lot of things. They still don't know why they're even here . Oh well. They keep mining for a while, collecting all of the rocks and gold and metal stuff they can. After all, they haven't found a way off this place, wherever they are, so they should collect things. They might be useful!
They collected some wood, too. It's hard to chop trees, they're still little, but they do their best. After all, twigs won't make a good fire. Not unless you have a lot of them, which they don't. They stay away from pigs and they keep exploring the island. They found lots of things, more spiders, weird birdy things, spiky frogs, more cow creatures. They make a fire for the night, they eat, they rinse and repeat. They don't know what else they can do. It's hard to think very well when they're struggling just to get by.
They've spent the time they've been mindlessly collecting food to think about their situation. They've quickly realized there's some kind of gap in their memory. They were at their house, and then there's sort of... Bright lights. And they think they remember some guy with weird hair? And then they woke up here. They don't know what happened to get them here, but they feel like they might've been saved.
It's a few days until they find something weird. It's a structure of some kind. When they come closer, metal parts on it open up and reveal... what looks like a portal ? It's all swirly and weird. They back up a step, but it feels like something is... sucking them in? They panic. They don't know what this thing will do to them! What if it mixes them with something else?! They try to get out of the pull, but it grows stronger. They're dragged in before they can really protest.
...They feel sick going through. It's like motion sickness times a thousand. It's really bright. They get tossed out the other end of the portal, landing with a thump on the grass. There's a bright flash of light as they land. They let out a little hiss of pain, clutching their skull. Their head hurts. Their head really... hurts ...
Everything goes black.