((A/N: My first Don't Starve fanfiction! Willowson ftw. This story has it; don't like, don't read. There will be more chapters soon, this is just a taste!

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Excerpts from Wilson's Journal

Something I've noticed, a sort of phenomenon that occurs in the life of humans, is how we have a greater chance of remembering an event if it is the first of it's kind. For example, while the brain is much too underdeveloped for an infant to remember their first time walking, the parent can remember it vividly. It must be the joyous release of endorphins associated with a good feeling that is so memorable. Then again, a "first time" may not always be exciting and happy. For another instance, take my first day in this demon infested wasteland of a world.

Yes, it is true: my knowledge-seeking scientist ego got the best of me. Mother always warned me not to talk to strange voices coming from the radio. But I digress; I built the machine, so I take the blame for being transported here. And for a man of science, I must say that I've been surviving rather well here. My first night may have been shaky, but it's something I'll always remember. The pungent smell of freshly cut pine, the heat of a blazing, crackling fire, and the loud groans and creaks of unknown creatures in the darkness are forever etched into my memory vault. Especially the first time I heard the terrifying whoosh of the dreaded night monster...I shiver just thinking about it. But not even my first encounter with the night monster can compare with the first time I saw…

The sky was a fiery orange, an appropriate simile for my discovery. I was making my way across a familiar spruce forest when I heard the rustling of bushes not far ahead of me. I quickly took shelter behind a large tree, my heart beginning to pound from adrenaline. A handful of thoughts flew around my head: a monster, a gobbler, a hallucination. But it was none of these things. Gripping my axe tight, I pulled some of the branches back. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

A woman.

-First encounter with another human