Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Welcome to my newest fanfiction! I got into the game Little Nightmares and wanted to write a fanfic of it! I hope you enjoy!
You know...
I never thought it would end this way.
What may that be?
Well… my life.
I started normal, with a lovely family, a sweet mother, loving father, and a big sister and brother. I was the baby of my family. I grew up in a small farmhouse in the country, with endless fields and beautiful trees and flowers around my home. It created a sense of peace around me whenever I was outside with my family.
One that I will never feel again.
I had a nice little room.
It had yellow walls. Yellow is my favorite color, after all. I had some small trinkets that my father helped me hang from the ceiling. Some paper toys and model airplanes and boats.
I had a bed with a yellow and blue blanket, and a stuffed bear. I had a small desk with lots of paper and pens. I had a dresser and bookshelf, and I had stories galore to read.
Everything was perfect.
Until the night of my ninth birthday.
Mama made me a beautiful chocolate cake with little icing flowers. We ate all of it and I remember opening my gifts from my parents and siblings. They got me a couple of new books and some more plush toys. Everything was just fine.
Then I went to bed.
I can't remember everything. All I do remember was something grabbing me and trying to pull me through the window. I screamed and held onto the windowsill. Papa came rushing in and I was almost able to grab his hand when he outstretched it, but before I could grab on, I was pulled away. I could see his grief stricken face as I was taken further and further away, and quickly, the house and Papa got smaller and smaller.
I don't remember the journey to the Maw.
I remember being pushed and shoved over a bridge and into some kind of ship. I remember going up stairs and walking past watching eyes.
Then… I remember her.
I remember her well.
She was tall, thin, wearing a dark kimono and with her hair in a bun.
But what I really remember was her face.
The face I couldn't see behind the white mask.
She talked to me with false sincerity before I tried to escape. I can't tell you how long I ran for. It felt like hours before I fell and landed in a large suitcase, out of sight of the monsters or The Lady. I stayed there for some time. I stayed there for what must have been days.
However, I knew I couldn't stay here forever.
So I left.
I ran through bedrooms and around spotlights that would have killed me. I ran through libraries and past the man with the long arms. I remember his wails when I finally stopped him and cut off his arms.
I ran through a giant kitchen with the twin brothers who chased me to the end of the kitchen and back. They wanted me desperately, wanted live meat to make into a meal. But I didn't let them catch me.
I ran through swarms of gluttonous guests who were trying to satiate their never ending hunger and jumped and drooled at the sight of me. Unfortunately, that didn't end very well for them.
I ran through the beautiful walls of The Lady's quarters.
I still remember her singing.
She stood in front of a mirror, brushing her long hair and singing a soft, yet mournful tune. Then, I knocked something over and she disappeared.
I remembered her broken mirrors when I found the one still intact.
Then, it was me and her.
I made sure she could see herself and it slowly weakened her. She was soon laying on the floor, her breaths now deep panting and her face obscured by her long hair. I remember that my stomach began to rumble and flip inside me.
I had been starving for so long.
So long.
I managed to make my way to her. And I couldn't help myself.
I still remember her quiet plea for me to leave her and she would let me free. But at that moment, I lost all control of myself. I sunk my teeth into the skin of her neck and bit down until I could no more. I pulled and chewed and swallowed.
And I did it again.
And again.
Again and again until she finally stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped her cries. And I backed away until I felt something.
Power.
Power like I had never felt before.
I felt unstoppable, powerful.
I still remember as I walked by the guests and they tried to reach for me. I watched my new powers strip away their life essence and they fell limp and took their last breaths.
As I stepped outside after going up the steps, I covered my eyes. The sun was something I had been stripped of for so long, I wasn't used to the light.
And there I stood.
I stood on a small island with a huge chimney behind me. The rest of The Maw was underwater after having its guests come aboard. I stood there and pulled my hood down, my brown hair flowing in the wind.
Well… I was out. I finally got my wish to escape this cursed place and I finally made it out.
But… what now?
I had no idea how to get back home.
Was this it?
It was then that I realized I was never going to get home. I had wanted to escape for God knows how long, and now, here I was. I had no idea how far from the mainland I was and I just…
I suddenly crumpled to me knees and tears welled in my eyes. I whimpered and pounded a fist on the ground. I did all this for nothing. I had risked certain death to end up on an island with no way to get home. I did all that for nothing.
I suddenly looked to the sea. As if my legs were moving on their own, I walked to the edge and let myself fall into the water.
Was this where my life ended?
I guess so.
"Hey, Derek, look at that!"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. What now? I turned his head to look at the beach not far from the dock I was trading at and frowned when I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I turned back to the man I was trading with. "I don't see anything, Gerald."
"Look there!"
My eyes followed the man's arm and I raised a brow at seeing a small yellow lump on the shores. A yellow lump… wait…
It was a raincoat. A girl in a raincoat.
I let the glass jar I held fall out of my hand and I stumbled to the girl, picking her up into my arms. I held my breath as she coughed and when her eyes opened, my tongue went numb in my mouth. It couldn't be. She had been gone for weeks. She had been taken away from my family. Still, I had to be sure. "... Six," came my shaky voice.
The girl's eyes fluttered and she managed to look up at me. She put a hand on my cheek and softly asked, "...Papa?"
Author's Note: So, looks like Six has found her dad! But what has life been like on her home? And what could that power she got be? Find out in the next chapter! Feel free to leave a review!
