The Scientist's Unintentional Resurrection of the Spider Boy
Chapter 1: The Gentleman Scientist
Ten days have past since Wilson Percival Higgsbury has entered into the strange, unearthly world from the shadows that the stupid machine that voice on the radio told him to make. He regretted listening to that voice, and hated the man behind it. If only if it weren’t for his thirst for science. Wilson still couldn’t figure out how to escape, and is afraid he might never will, but he still continues to search for a way out -- still trying his best to survive in this place, of course, which takes up most of his time.
Wilson has made a fire pit near the place where he first entered this torturous realm. It was reasonable if you thought about it, there was a wheat field not too far off to the east, where he sets traps by rabbit holes to catch rabbits, and sometimes catch the occasional frog, and there were plenty of grass patches and evergreen trees to the west, where he could get many logs to add as fuel to his fire pit and collect grass whenever he found useful, and there was also another wheat field up northwest with many gigantic rocks and petrified trees to mine. There was also a flower field down all over the south, where Wilson picked flowers whenever feeling a little mad. He also came across twigs and berry bushes often in the small forest to the west, and sometimes found a carrot or two.
This place was actually quite full of the necessary items to survive, so you could suppose Wilson was… somewhat lucky. He found enough items to even make a science machine, which he used to make a backpack to carry more necessities like an axe, a pickaxe, a hammer, and a torch. He also used his grand scientific invention to make a razor to shave his pesky, itchy beard, which he also kept in his backpack.
At this current moment, Wilson was making his way on a brick path that he found in the wheat field to the east, curious if he could find any more necessities and useful items. Wilson let his guard down ever so slightly, for he hasn’t encountered anything dangerous in quite the while, but it turned out to be too soon, for a hiss was soon sounded, and it wasn’t faint at all.
The science-fond man turned his head to his right, a panicked expression quickly painted on his face as he did so. It turned out to be a spider just passing by on it’s merry way, but Wilson couldn’t risk a spider attacking him at his mini one-man campsite, so he swung his backpack off his shoulders and into his hands. He opened the backpack up and allowed his right hand to venture inside it.
It didn’t take the gentleman long to pull out his mighty axe, and he swiftly swung the closed backpack over his shoulders once again. He creeped up to the spider -- who wasn’t aware of his presence -- and swung his axe down at the small creature, giving off a mighty “thwack!”.
The spider quickly turned around and gave out another hiss, but it was more vicious and malicious, unlike his last one, and scratched Wilson with his two, strong front legs. The twosome fought for no more than a minute, and it was Wilson who was victorious. He picked up the spider’s gland that fell onto the ground besides it’s corpse as per usual, and placed it into his backpack, along with his axe. But then the science-craving man noticed something else besides the corpse, something peculiar, and he could have sworn it was not there when he fought the four-legged creature.
Wilson picked up the odd object, and soon realized it was a skull! It looked humanly, but something was off -- there was fur stuck inside, and out stuck four motionless legs, legs identical to a spider’s. Wilson tried to pull the foul creature from inside the small skull back out into the wild, but he made no progress whatsoever, not even the slightest. Wilson couldn’t do anything about it, so he chose the option to ignore the spider fur and legs inside the skull, the spider appeared to be dead as well, so Wilson hadn’t the slightest bit of fear.
As Wilson examined the skull, he noticed it was smaller than his, much too small for anyone around his age in fact. Wilson soon took to notice it was none other than the skull of a small, innocent child! How dare that man, he lured a pure innocent child to meet his doom in this foul, awful place! Could this child even have survived more than a day? He must have been oh so terrified, with no caring parents to comfort him, no parents to encourage that they’ll find a way out, no parents to even care for the child. Was he even able to make a fire at least? He thought not.
“Poor little guy. He deserves a proper funeral.” The scientist sympathized. This child was so young and had such a big, long life to live. Curse that rotten, heartless man behind the voice from the radio, Wilson knew for sure he would have to find that man and end his tyranny as soon as he escaped from this place.
Wilson then turned around to the west, and made his way to the mini forest beside his campsite. He knew he had at least past one gravestone while he was picking berries one day, and he was going to bury this poor child’s skull into one of them.
As Wilson made his way through the small forest, he finally came across what he was looking for. He took out a fresh new prototype of a shovel he swiftly made back at his camp from his backpack. He soon dug up the grave -- and he was lucky there was no ghost hiding from within it and just a gem inside -- and placed the shovel on the grassy ground beside him. Wilson then took out the little boy’s skull, and carefully placed it inside the hole in the ground and buried it with the help of his shovel.
Suddenly, the air became cloudy in a blink of an eye, and didn’t even give Wilson a moment to ponder about this current event. There was a flash of lightning and a cackle of thunder right before his eyes, causing the scientist to quickly take multiple steps backward and fall onto his rump. A spotlight shone from the sky above onto the grave and a creature covered in black fur all over it’s body that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He watched in shock and terror as the unknown creature woke up with a start and another flash of lightning crashed down onto the grave. The creature then strugglingly sat up and stood, and started examining itself like he never seen it’s own self before.
The clouds vanished in a flinch along with the spotlight, leaving the afternoon sun to shine down upon the land once again. Wilson slowly picked himself up as he gaped in awe on what beheld in front of him. He witnessed the creature examine himself. The creature appeared to have a spider for a head and a human-like body. It appeared to not have caught it’s multiple eyes on Wilson -- so should he run for it before it decided to eat him…?
Ha, of course not! This creature standing in front of him was a creation, his creation! How scientifically splendid, an unintentional creation! That’s why Wilson loved science, you might always make something amazing without doing it on purpose!
“This is incredible!” Wilson exclaimed in delight. “I can’t believe I created such a creature just by burying a skull! It’s unbelievable!” He turned from his creation and continued talking to himself, “What if I get the skulls from the skeletons I saw up north and buried them, could it be possible they would come to life as well? I could have a whole group of monster creations to help me survive! This is so splendid!” The scientist then realized he was just babbling off to himself and left his creation to do whatever it wanted. That simply won’t do, what if his creation ran off? He couldn’t let his creation slip away from his fingers that easily!
Wilson quickly turned back to his creation, and saw what he feared.
Wilson’s creation was gone, and there was no sight of it anywhere.