Wilson was a scientist. Or rather, a self-proclaimed one. It wasn't as much an occupation as it was a hobby. The others in the scientific community weren't exactly kind to poor Wilson. He was certain that there were things that science alone could not explain, and that magic could fill in the holes of the mysteries of life. The others found his work to be ludicrous, as he had yet to prove anything. Despite this, Wilson continued his work, ignoring any and all setbacks.
That is, until today.
Today was a miserable day in the life of Wilson. While he was used to his experiments failing, he had never experienced all his experiments failing in a single day. He pushed onwards, but was quickly growing tired. Optimistic, he poured a strange liquid from one vial into another. That optimism quickly vanished the moment the concoction exploded. Startled, Wilson stepped back with a yelp, quickly examining his hands to make sure they were unharmed. Thankfully, they were. He walked over to his recliner and sat in it, slumping back.
“Phooey.” He said. He frowned. “The universe hates me,” he said to no one. “No matter what I do, I can't get anything right.”
“Say, pal.” Said a voice. Wilson jumped. “Who's there?” He quickly glanced around the room, trying to find the source of this voice.
“I couldn't help but overhear your mumblings, pal.” Said the voice again. Wilson realized it was coming from his radio. Funny, he thought. I don't remember turning it on. “Who are you?” He asked.
“Y'know, I could help you out. I've got some secret knowledge that oughta push you in the right direction.” Wilson lit up. Despite not receiving an answer to his question, he wanted that knowledge.
“Is-is there some kind of catch?” Wilson asked, wringing his hands in anticipation. The voice chuckled.
“Catch? Pal, I'm offering to help you because I'm the kind of guy who likes to help people.” Said the voice. “There's no catch.” Wilson lept up and picked up the radio. “Tell me! Please!” He shouted, not knowing where on the radio to speak into.
“Here you go, pal.” Suddenly a strange sensation came over Wilson. It hurt like a headache, but he didn't care. He saw, in his mind, calculations, instructions, blueprints, things he couldn't begin to understand. But he knew. He knew what all this meant. He smiled.
Wilson immediately began preparations. He didn't care how strange the blueprints were or the materials required. This was what he needed. This was going to work. For the first time in a long time, he felt confident in himself.
Weeks later, Wilson had completed his work. He looked over what he built. He wasn't actually sure what it was he had built. The voice never told him what he was going to build, but he built it anyways. He had cast all doubt aside and although he succeeded, he was beginning to question what it was he was building all this time. Suddenly, the voice spoke after being silent for weeks.
“Pal, I think you ought to throw that switch over there.” Wilson looked at the switch. He hesitated.
“Hey, how did you kn--” Before he could finish, the voice on the radio yelled.
“THROW THE SWITCH!” Wilson jumped, and without hesitation he did as he was told. The moment he did, sparks flew from the machine. He heard a thunderstorm brewing outside, even though the weather was supposed to be clear. The lights in his house flickered, and his house began to shake. Wilson looked around his lab, terrified. Suddenly, lightning struck his house, coursing its way to the machine. It transformed, into what Wilson could only describe as a face with a sinister grin. It was then that Wilson finally realized what it was he had built. It was a portal.
He turned to run, when suddenly shadows in the shape of hands appeared from the machine. They reached for him. He yelped and tried to run but tripped on his recliner, causing him to fall to the ground. That's when one of the shadowy hands grabbed his leg and pulled him towards the machine.
“No! Stop! Please!” He shouted. The hands dragged him closer to the machine. He continued shouting, begging the voice to stop this. The voice cackled.
“Pal, you should be happy.” The voice had a sinister tone to it. “You wanted to prove that magic could explain what science couldn't.” At this point, Wilson was now being held upright, when the hands started pulling downwards. His legs suddenly went numb. The voice spoke once more.
“You've done what you set out to do. Welcome to the world of magic. My world.” Wilson could feel his waist and his torso going numb. He opened his mouth to shout but one of the shadowy hands covered his mouth, when suddenly everything went black.
Wilson lay on the ground somewhere. He was motionless, although he was still breathing. He finally regained consciousness moments later, when he heard the voice from the radio speaking.
“Say pal, you don't look so good. Might want to find something to eat before night comes.” Wilson sat up straight, blinking as he looked for the source of the voice. He saw the silhouette of a tall man, but the silhouette vanished before he could get a good look. He looked over his surroundings.
He was in some field he didn't recognize. There were some trees scattered about, and plenty of flowers. He stood up. When he did, he felt a cool breeze.
“Hello? Can anyone hear me!?” He yelled. No response. He shouted again. Nothing. He quickly went over his options, and no matter what scenario he went through, the conclusion was the same: He needed to survive on his own.
“Well, guess I better start finding supplies.” He said, out loud. He started wandering around, picking up anything he found that could be useful.
About an hour later, Wilson placed everything he found on the ground in front of him. He looked over what he found. Twigs, grass, berries, flint, and some flowers. He thought for a moment. He had survived on his own in the woods near where he lived before, but he never had done it alone. He remembered a few things about how to craft tools, but he knew that without any scientific instruments they wouldn't last for long. Still, something was better than nothing.
Wilson started by making an axe. He used some twigs and tied them together with some of the long grass he had picked, and then tied some flint to the end of the twigs. Not his best work, but he didn't exactly have any way of making anything better than that. He then began on a torch.
When he finished, he realized he was a little hungry. He knew he had to be judicious with food or else he'll starve, so he ate only a small amount of berries to tide him over. He'd have to find better food later.
After wandering around for what felt like hours, he finally found a nice little spot that was clear of obstructions. He dumped his supplies here, and looked up at the sky. He realized it would be getting dark soon. He was also getting hungry. He still had some berries left, but he didn't want to eat too much of them in a short amount of time. He didn't have anything else to eat, at least not yet. He ate a few more berries and then began chopping down a nearby tree for some wood. Completing this task took only a few minutes, as the tree wasn't very tall and Wilson wasn't as wimpy as he appeared. After the tree fell, he chopped it up into smaller pieces, then used some rocks he found to create a firepit. Hopefully this would contain the fire, as he didn't need to burn anything down just yet.
He finished just in time, as the sky was starting to turn dark. Wilson sat down near the fire, which was radiating with a warm aura. He realized he was still wearing his white dress shirt and red vest. He looked around him. He didn't see anything that looked dangerous, nor did he feel threatened by anything. He looked back at the fire. The embers flew out as the fire crackled, breaking the eerie silence of this wilderness. He took off his vest and laid it out on the ground, laying his head on it as he lied down. He looked up at the sky. He watched the clouds roll by as he planned his next steps. He needed food, especially meat, as well as some better materials to work with. He also needed a weapon, and some kind of storage. As he thought, he closed his eyes, eventually drifting into sleep.