He could see a figure through the tick fog around him. Her pale face made shivers run up his arms, dread beginning to take over his logical thinking. He had nowhere to run. A large wall of steel stopped him from escaping and her dark, shadowy figure kept him from running. With each step she took, a loud click echoed through the large room. He knew this would be his end if he didn't get up.

The mirror had long been shattered. It was his only weapon but now, he was defenseless. What could he do now? He'd seen her magic before. He watched it snuff out the lights and it had nearly killed him just seconds before. She had gotten too close.

She didn't speak as she approached. Her hands rested at her sides, mocking his helplessness. He wasn't a threat to her any longer. Her long Kimono covered her feet, making it seem as if she were floating above the creaking floor boards. The mannequins casted dark shadows through the smoke.

Now, she stood just in front of him. His stomach began to growl, twisting and threatening to kill him with hunger. It was like a beast trying to claw its way outside. He had nothing around to satisfy that beast for just a little longer, not that he could even move.

She used her magic to bring him to her height, darkness swirling around his body. It was suffocating. He struggled as best he could, but any movement made his stomach twist in pain. He wanted to curl up, just to ease a bit of that pain, but her magic kept him still. The fog began to thicken, swallowing them in shadow.

Her right hand went to the white mask covering her face. It slowly, gently, untied the ribbon at the sides and as she shifted it to the side, her true face was revealed. It was difficult to see, but he could almost make out the basic features of her-

Izuku woke up with a start. His heart pounded in his small chest, making his ribs ache with the pressure. The ache in his stomach had dulled to a low burn. It would always hurt, no matter how much he ate. Slowly, he starts to remember what's real and what isn't.

First, that was a dream. He's had plenty of them but he can never remember who exactly that woman is. He can only remember her from his nightmares, but it's all he's ever dreamt about since he was taken to this horrible ship.

Second, he's within the pipe system of the ship, that he knows. He had escaped the nurseries just yesterday and had decided to rest in the drain. His skin was riddled with goosebumps, making him shiver from the wet box he was still laying on and from the cool air circling around him.

Lastly, he remembered having made a small coat for himself out of the fabrics he found around the other children's beds. It was a bright green color, similar to the hair on his head. It helped with the coldness, but only by a little. His bare feet still curled from touching the metal of the vents, but he would manage. He had to, if he wanted to survive.

After checking for his lighter and making sure nothing living was around him -as unlikely as that would be, it was still a constant fear- he started on his mission again. He couldn't hear anything other than the occasional creaking of the boat and the drip of water next to him, so he started through the vent. It was just barely large enough for him to crawl through, making it difficult to hold his lighter safely. With two hands, he flipped open the cap of the lighter and pressed on the red tab, making the gas spark and ignite. The fire was always so beautiful in the darkness.

With a shaky nod to himself, he held the lighter with both hands and crawled through the vent. The shadows casted by his dull light made him anxious. Anything could come out from that vast darkness and just-

"Shut up!" Izuku half whispered to himself. He couldn't freak himself out now. That would only make him want to go back, though, that option was no less frightening. He wasn't sure what happened to those The Crawler took, but he was sure he didn't want to know. It had taken the white and red haired kid outside and never came back. No one it took returned. That's how it's been for longer than Izuku could remember. Then again, he couldn't remember very much past a few days.

The vent ended in an abrupt halt. He closed his lighter and looked over the edge. This room was a small bathroom, a stack of boxes just below where he knelt. He could probably make the jump without breaking anything, right? There were a few rolls of toilet paper as well, though he had no desire to carry anything so useless to him.

Slowly, he turned around and hung off of the edge of the vent, trying not to look down at the boxes below. If he bent his knees upon landing, it would absorb the shock. He could do this. "It's not that big of a jump. It's not that big of a-"

Izuku let go and landed on top of the boxes with a soft thud. It had been a shorter distance than he thought, but it still sent shrills up his legs. He needed more practice with landing, but that was alright. He checked for noises before continuing. The tile floor was cold, but not as cold as the vents had been. It was almost a nice difference, but nothing on this ship was ever nice.

His feet padded against the floor as he ran toward the next room. It looked like a shower room, but he didn't stay long enough to study it. His heart hammered with anxiety and he hid behind the door frame as soon as he made it to hardwood floors. When nothing happened, he took a long breath and forced himself to look around.

There was a door across from him, but the knob was too high up to reach. He could scoot a box under it, but if The Spider saw, it would know. It always seemed to know where he was. He looked above the door for more air vents and found an opening. Lucky for him, there were cages covering the wall to his left. He could easily climb up and crawl through the vent.

"One. two. One. Two." He chanted to himself as he climbed up the metal cages, trying not to think of the children that had likely been inside of them not too long ago. He could end up in one of them as well, if he wasn't careful.

Izuku had to stop climbing to shake the thoughts from his head and refocus. Now was not the time to think about failure. What was it that Iida always told him? If you keep telling yourself that you'll mess up, then you've made that decision final, right? Whatever it was, his friend was right. He couldn't think of failing now. With a new found determination, he continued to climb and eventually reached the top.

He didn't look down, knowing he'd get too anxious to continue. Instead, he straightened his shoulders and walked along the metal crates to the small vent opening. It wasn't completely aligned but he could jump to it. Rubbing his hands together, he readied himself to jump. If he slipped, he'd likely hurt something. "No. Stop that. I can do this." He whispered under his breath.

Izuku managed to make the jump, but as soon as he pulled himself up, the door below him opened. He didn't look to see what it was. He didn't have to. Instead, he continued forward, keeping a close ear for anything around him. The light was starting to dim, but a part of him was too scared to open his lighter. What if he accidentally dropped it and it made a sound? Could The Spider really reach him in there? Probably not, but it could follow him.

It took a lot of effort to force himself to open the lighter. As soon as he did, a rat scattered away, running down the pipe and squeaking loudly. He stopped, listened, then continued. The end of the tunnel didn't seem too far ahead. "I'm alright." He chanted. "I'm alright. I'm alright. Nothing can get me in here. Nothing can get me-"

Something shifted, just beyond the pipe. He jumped and nearly dropped his lighter. Sweat was already starting to run down his back as he heard it shift, stop, shift, stop. Peeking out of the pipe, he saw a light, open and casting a bright yellow light. It illuminated three different sections of the room just in front of him. There was a beam, casting a shadow in the light and a small figure in the middle of it, unmoving.

"How do I get…" He looked further for a way out, but found nothing. There must be some box or cage that he could-

Izuku fell out of the pipe, his lighter falling with him. He landed on his side, his knees knocking together and pain took over his entire body. He coughed and struggled to move. His lighter was just behind him. Slowly, he sat up, hissing at the pain shooting through his head and side. With a deep breath, Izuku reached toward his lighter, hoping nothing had broken inside.

The light shifted to him, casting a bright all around him. First, his eyes stung, then, his entire body began to freeze and numb over. He gasped and rolled over to his side, hugging the lighter close to his chest. The eye seemed to shrill at him, making him panic. His feet were going numb and he felt too heavy to move. What was happening to him?

The moment he made it back to the shadows, the sensation stopped. The numbness felt, letting the pain return, but it was a more comforting feeling. He was still alive. He could still escape.

Standing up on shaky legs, he looked around the room for a sign of direction. There was a shadowed area, on the opposite end of the room. From there, he could see a door with a stack of caged next to it. If The Spider had gone behind him, then that door should be cleared to go through. Looking back toward the main room, he saw the same small figure he'd seen before, but now, he could tell what it was.

Another child. No, he knew them, didn't he? Their hair stuck upward in several spikes but the colors were all dulled to a hard...stone color. Stone. That child had turned to stone. Dread started to flood his thoughts. Was that what the light did? It turned them to stone? Izuku struggled to take deep enough breaths and began feeling light headed.

"Bre-breathe." He gasped out. "Don't pass-pass out now. Just breathe." He relaxed as best he could, holding the lighter closer for something familiar to latch onto. He was okay. He was safe. He just...had to make sure to never get caught in the light again.

With a steadying breath, Izuku opened his eyes again and focused on a plan. The stone chi-figure was likely too small to hide behind but there were no boxes or cages to obscure the light. Maybe...there was a section of darkness in the back, closest to the eye on the wall. If he just snuck along the walls, then he should be safe, right? Right.

The light shined on the pillar he hid behind, making his hands shake, but the second it shifted away, he ran to the far wall, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor and ran across the room in shadows.

As he ran back toward the opposite end of the room, the light stopped it's patter and turned toward him again. It didn't catch his entire body this time, but his leg jolted from the light. The shrill started again and the limb went numb shockingly fast, but he got away before it could do more.

Izuku sat against the far wall, catching his breath and willing his heart to slow down. He could do this. This wouldn't be the hardest thing for him to do but he could still feel relieved to have survived that, right? He glanced back at the figure and felt that small relief wash away with sorrow. It had been one of the children from his nursery. Kirishima had been taken about a week ago and must've tried to escape as well. It wasn't completely unusual, but rare enough that the monsters around the ship weren't actively patrolling. He hoped he wouldn't see anyone else he knew dead.

Author's Notes: I want a little bit of feedback on this one. I plan to continue this but I'll need a bit of direction. This game, Little Nightmares, isn't the best for writing but it's a great video game. There is no dialogue in the game and I've tried to put more into this, but I need you guys to tell me if I should add more dialogue, more action, more exploring, etc. I'm pretty lost on this so the more advice the better. Also, if anyone doesn't know anything about this game, I can give a short briefing because this story won't be exactly like the game.