A/N: This idea was inspired by JT Machinima and JT Music's song "Hungry for Another One". Check their channel out on youtube. My personal favorites, apart from this song, are their Overwatch vs TF2 rap battles.


"This nightmare ain't over

I watch my window for the morning sun

I know when it's over

I'll just be…"

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Hungry for Another One

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Jean Grey-Summers had a secret.

It was something she kept locked inside the black box in her mind ever since she returned from the grave.

She wasn't the only one to come back. Under the guise of burying her dead husband—and she was honestly still sour about how the rest of her friends didn't seem to mind his apparent corpse laying before them; more off putting, still, was that no one volunteered to join her—she had made her way to a secluded area before doing the unthinkable.

Jean woke him up.

Scott Summers was alive.

And he wanted a time out from the X-Men business. She couldn't blame her husband, really. He was weary and lost. Her heart ached for his plight, and she respected his decision.

So it was that every night since, she would enter her mind and place her hand on the black box. Unraveling it.

And inside it was their psychic bond.

They would converse—with how strong her telepathy had become, she needn't Cerebro's aid just to touch him. It was as if they were never apart.

He had been busying himself by doing odd jobs half way across the world. A working man by day, an occasional vigilante at night.

She could tell he was restless. No matter what he did, it was never enough.

The fire was still within him—the passion she had fallen hard for. But he would not allow himself to come back.

So they would converse of things mundane, wrapped in each other's psychic embrace.

That was when he told her of strange disappearances, that he was working on figuring out the mystery. People were disappearing—wealthy men and women, all sorts of a children—and Scott needed to find them.

It didn't sound too serious and he promised her he would call if he needed help.

She had nodded and kissed good luck.

It had been two weeks since their last contact, and suffice to say, Jean was very, very worried.

Fortunately, her team had some down time.

With another excuse, Jean left.

She had a Cyclops to find.

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Rachel Grey vomited for the third time that day.

Her mother shot her a look and she quickly steeled herself, willing the bile in her stomach to return back where it came from.

She regretted coming to this horrible place.

When she caught her mother leaving alone, her interest was piqued. She could feel the worry and urgency radiating off the elder Grey and, wanting to reconnect with Jean, she offered to join her.

Jean was very against it at first. Vehemently so, and Rachel would admit the words Jean said stung.

But she was doing her best now, wasn't she?

So with the stubbornness of a Summers, Rachel followed Jean.

And she stumbled upon her secret. In hindsight, she really shouldn't have been surprised Sco—her father was alive. She was hurt—not only that the truth was kept from her, but that he had been alive for so long and he didn't say anything.

Rachel resolved that she would give him an earful once her family was reunited. She also ignored the disapproving look her mother shot her way.

Exercising their psychic abilities, they were able to trace Scott's movements to this restaurant floating above the seas of nowhere.

That was when horror struck.

Both she and her mother combed through the terrible place searching for—for Scott and survivors.

By all that was holy, that stench.

Those corpses.

That meat.

The Maw was empty save for the rotten evil that rested in its macabre depths. But the psychic residue was as palpable as it was grotesque.

This place was far from safe.

This place was evil.

"Scott's not here."

Rachel turned to her mother. As a former Hound from a dystopian future, Rachel had seen and done many things. But her mother was stone cold as she pressed on determinedly and undeterred.

"We're leaving?" Rachel hoped.

"I've found a lead." Jean nodded and Rachel visibly sighed in relief—and immediately regretted it as she was forced to inhale another foul breath. "I don't like our next stop, though."

Rachel nodded and followed her mother.

How could anywhere be worse than this?

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They found Scott faster than expected.

And it turns out there was one place worse than the Maw.

Emma Frost stood before them with one delicate brow raised. "I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to show up." The White Queen said as she regarded the pair. She stepped aside, wordlessly allowing them entrance into her luxurious abode, and Rachel should have, in hindsight, found that odd. "Scott is waiting for us upstairs, Jean. Perhaps you can succeed where I have clearly failed."

"Try not to retch, Emma." Jean fired back with the same haughty tone. "Someone might think you were giving a compliment."

Emma smiled. It was not her usual smirk, but a wry curl of her lips that spoke of how stressed she was. "Trust me when I say this: you will want to be on my side in this instance. My boyfriend—and your former husband-"

"Current." Jean automatically corrected.

"Is making a grave mistake." Emma continued without missing a beat. "It is insanity of the highest magnitude. I need you to plug his bleeding heart and convince him." Emma moved towards the staircase and beckoned Jean with one hand. "Personally, I would go with euthanasia."

Jean turned to her companion. "Rachel, stay. Emma and I will sort this out."

"I want to know what this is about." Rachel folded her arms defiantly. "You can't force me."

"You and I both know I very much can." Jean pointed out.

Rachel glared. "Fine."

"Try not to touch anything, darling." Emma remarked as Jean approached her. "And try not to peer into any minds here. Trust me."

Rachel scowled. Trust? Emma Frost?

Not likely.

But she supposed she could follow her rule, for now.

When Jean and Emma disappeared—no doubt to talk to Scott about whatever the hell was happening—Rachel decided a meal was in order.

Walking through the mansion, Rachel eventually stumbled into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and scanned the available food.

An assortment of expensive sausages, cheeses, wine and bread were neatly held inside.

That was when she heard it.

A loud, grumbling sound alerted Rachel that she was no longer alone.

There, by the door, was a tiny thing in a yellow raincoat. The hood was over the child's head, but Rachel guessed, by her lithe frame, that she was probably a girl.

The little thing—the little girl's stomach grumbled again.

"Ah, hi?" Rachel called. "My name's Rachel. You hungry, too?"

The grumbling grew louder, this time, and the little girl clutched her stomach. Rachel winced—the poor thing must have been famished with hunger pains that severe.

"Sit over there. I'll whip us both a meal quickly." Rachel turned back to the refrigerator before inwardly shrugging and taking everything out. She wasn't worried about Emma's thoughts of her raiding her food.

Another rumbling sound boomed, much closer to her this time.

Rachel turned.

"AH!" She gasped and her heart stopped when she found that the little girl was right next to her.

At this distance, Rachel still couldn't catch a clear glimpse of the girl as dark hair cast a shadow over the girl's eyes.

"You startled me." Rachel remarked, her heart still throbbing in her ears. "Just wait a sec. I've got the food."

She pulled out a sausage and offered it to the starving girl.

Her stomach rumbled again.

Shakily, tiny hands reached out to the meat Rachel offered.

Their hands brushed.

And the Little Nightmare sank her teeth on fresh meat.


A/N: Basically a Little Nightmares crossover where Scott adopts Six and everyone is very much against it. Stuff happens; plot develops. Eventually, everyone warms up to the creepy little nightmare wrapped in a yellow raincoat; her grumbling stomach is honestly very cute. That's when the bomb drops that she's actually housing the Void.

Yes. The fucking Void is inside this little girl and it's hungry for another one.

Scott's pulling double duty as parent to little Six and warden to the Void. Will Scott succeed?

So, yeah, that's it.

This was supposed to be grander and epic and shit, but I honestly can't be bothered to type more. I'm gradually steering Shuffle or Boogie towards what it should be, hence this abridged version.

Just a quick explanation since it wasn't explicit: Scott brought Six to Emma because, well, 1) he was hoping that as a therapist, she'd be able to help Six sort out her issues, 2) he didn't want to bring Six to a place teaming with fresh meat i.e. the school, and 3) she has dealt with the Void before. Being two people that were once bonded to the Void, they're drawn to Six and, though yet to be confirmed at this point, have a very accurate idea as to what she truly is.

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Again, here's the plot bunny:

Jean has a secret: her husband is alive and she's been in telepathic communication with him this whole time, with no one wiser. He's been teaching, sharing technology, solving real world problems, and improving mutant-human relations on the sly.

But then he suddenly disappeared, causing Jean to break her secrecy as she flies to Cyke's last known location: The Maw. After horrific mishaps, she eventually finds that Cyke is alright. Her husband, bless his soul, even adopted a kid- a cute little girl in a yellow raincoat whose stomach keeps grumbling . . . . .

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