A/N: You could consider this as an omake, I suppose. Another installment in my X-Men/Little Nightmares crossover. For those that don't know, Little Nightmares is a puzzle-platformer horror adventure game developed by Tarsier Studios starring a young girl named Six who is trying to escape the terrifying cruise ship, The Maw.

Hungry for Another One:

Six and the Summers I

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Six and the Hound

Rachel Grey stiffened when the little girl in the yellow raincoat entered through the door.

It had already been a month since she discovered her father was not only alive and not only had moved in with Emma again—and her mother was fine with that arrangement; her mind boggled—but Scott had also adopted the most horrifying child she had ever met. She wasn't sure how she felt about her newest sister, but after making the gravest mistake of peeking into the glutton's mind, Rachel's survival instincts automatically flared whenever the little nightmare was near.

The glutton looked in her direction—and Rachel could feel her eyes, hidden in the shadow cast by her hood, bear down on the hand she had tasted when they first met—before the loud grumbling of her stomach reminded her of the more pressing concern.

Six scurried into the large pantry with the urgency of a starving monster. Literally.

The little girl emerged not too long after. In her arms, she cradled ten cans of preserved sausages—premium quality, of course, because even the junk in Emma's house was of high quality. Rachel's heart pounded in alarm when Six started in her direction and she cautiously pocketed her hands.

Time seemed to crawl as Six stalked towards her; despite the difference in height and age, Rachel felt she was prey being cornered. She tensed when the girl, tiny as she was, disappeared below the table.

The chair before her screeched against the floor. A few tense and nervous moments later, Six had piled her feast on the table, before clambering atop the chair and then finally the table.

Six paused, looking straight into Rachel's eyes.

Rachel tensed. Her telekinesis was ready and whirling lightly around her, making her red hair sway with an invisible breeze.

And then the impossible happened.

Six picked up one can in her two, tiny hands, and wordlessly offered it to her.

"Six…?" Rachel muttered, confused.

Six tilted her head to the side and Rachel understood.

A small smile etched itself on the mutant's lips.

Still cautious, but far less wary than before, Rachel opened the can with her gift.

Rachel floated one sausage to herself as Six settled on the table with her treat.

And the two sisters shared their first of many meals together.

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Six and the Shaman

Nathaniel Grey was tasked with the job of teaching Six manners.

Granted, the task was self-appointed, but he felt it was his duty as the older brother to rein in his free-spirited sister.

After all, as doting as Scott was in his neurotic way, and as caring as Emma was in her own frosty way, and as warm as Jean was in her own distant way—the fact was none of them were truly raising her.

The fact that she was allowed to roam freely like an animal and spoiled rotten with food was enough of a clue for him that the three pillars of mutant-kind had become brittle in their old age.

A new brand of guidance and leadership was needed, and such a brand starts in the household.

"Now see here… Six." Nathaniel internally winced. He really hated calling her that—a number, as if dehumanizing her—but at this point, she wouldn't respond to any other name. Pushing his grievances aside, he continued, "You can't run off on your own without telling anyone."

Six, the little girl in the bright yellow raincoat, stared up at the shirtless mutant. She was sat on a chair but definitely not by choice; the preacher's telekinesis made sure of that.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Nathaniel told her with a frown. "I'm trying to teach you. You're my sister, after all, and you have no idea how much you worry everyone whenever you disappear."

For varying reasons, of course. Scott and Jean worried she'd get lost; Emma worried how many minds she'd have to wipe when Six would inevitably go hungry.

A familiar rumble resonated around the little girl.

Nathaniel shot her a disbelieving stare. "You can't be hungry again, can you? That's the third time this afternoon."

Six's stomach growled again—much louder this time. Nathaniel winced when Six's face—at least, what was visible of it—grimaced in obvious pain.

"What do I do now…?" Nathaniel murmured to himself.

He'd read books. Habits formed in childhood. He didn't want Six to develop unhealthy eating habits, but her hunger pains gutted his heart.

Lost in his thoughts, Nathaniel never noticed how the lights started to flicker and dim in time with Six's increasingly insistent growling.

"I suppose it can't be helped." Nathaniel finally decided with a defeated sigh. A loaf of fresh bread, and a jar each of peanut butter and strawberry jam flew into the room before hovering in the space between them. "When you have to eat, you have to eat."

Using his telekinesis, he started making her a series of sandwiches.

As he fed the little girl, Nathaniel never noticed the shadowy figure that observed the proceedings.

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Six and the Connection

The old mutant stared at the abyss.

The abyss stared back at the old man.

Nathan Summers sighed in resignation before opening the box of Krispy Kreme and tossing a donut at his newest sibling.

"Just one." He told her, though he knew how futile a command it was.

Indeed, Six had finished the delicious sweet in a blink and was staring up at him expectantly once more, hands outstretched.

Her stomach growled hungrily, loudly begging for another tasty treat.

Nathan glanced at the dozen donuts he planned to share with his family before shaking his head with a resigned sigh.

His dad did say to keep Six fed at all costs. To treat her condition as a mutation, Scott had said.

But what kind of mutation actually managed to make an entry in Emma Frost's financial statement!

"Fine." He grumbled, giving her the box. "Have it your way."

Though her eyes were hidden by her hood and dark hair, the little nightmare's grateful smile wasn't, and Nathan nodded in return.

And he blinked when Six scampered into the kitchen with what looked like a skip in her step.

Scratching the back of his head, Nathan decided he could get used to feeding Six every now and then.

He tried not to think too much about the little girl stuffing a donut inside one of the pouches around her chest.

Six had, as it seemed, inherited their father's utility belt.

And she was putting it to good use.

A/N: To be honest, I still feel filthy writing fanfics for Marvel. That's pretty much it for now, I guess.