Author's note: Why hello there, welcome to this little crossover story that's been floating around my head since Little Nightmares 2 was released back in February. The premise of this story is simple ladies and gentlemen, it's a Dark Souls and Little Nightmares crossover in which a (un)lucky undead boi gets pulled into everyone's favorite nightmare.
I'm a fan of both series so after I watched a playthrough of Little Nightmares 2 (I didn't actually play the game until the end of April) an image soon appeared in my mind one night of a certain undead fellow fighting off a bunch of viewers and then, boom, new story that I've been developing for the past 3 months.
Although right now things are starting a bit slow as we get to have some bonding time with an alternate version of slender man, Thin Man!
Just want to state real quick that I've never been one for writing, especially fanfiction stories but I just felt like finally putting one of the, hmm, like 10 crossover stories that are just in my head on paper for someone other than me to experience for once.
And what better time to write a story than to celebrate graduating high school! … Too bad college exists :(
Anyway I should probably give a warning that this is my first ever story, both on this website and the first time I actually try writing one as stated previously. So if you are gonna leave a review I ask that it please be constructive, and if it's not constructive then please be respectful.
But hey, I know my English and hopefully this story ain't too bad. See ya later, hopefully, and have a nice day!
Chapter 1: Prologue
In a pale city, in an ominous signal tower emitting a broadcast transmission that disfigures life, in a single room sits a tall chair for a freakishly tall and thin man who is enslaved to the entity that is the Signal Tower.
He sits and watches dressed in a white button-up shirt with a black tie along with an unbuttoned brown coat. He is also wearing a pair of brown pants, and on his feet he has an ordinary pair of white socks and black shoes. And of course the Thin Man has his signature fedora on top of his head, casting an appropriately eerie shadow over his aged wrinkled face.
"Another 'successful' cycle, another eternity spent sitting in a chair, ugh." That was what was going through the Thin Man's mind as he stewed in his hatred toward a girl dressed in yellow named Six in the empty prison that was his room within the Signal Tower.
"Heh, more like stupid six heh heh heh."
Of course that didn't stop the Thin Man from cracking a joke to try and cheer himself up… even if he already used it thrice already combined with the fact it was extremely childish.
Moving past that blunder he continued to waste time waiting for the cycle to inevitably start again with his younger self, Mono, somehow ending up in the wilderness. If he was being honest he never figured out how that worked out.
The Thin Man offhandedly noted that the next cycle would be the 10th time the cycle would repeat. He kind of wished the Signal Tower would give him something to do but activity in the pale city was nonexistent today it seems.
Deciding to switch gears for a change the Thin Man started contemplating ideas on how to break the cycle as he had an inkling in his soul that it would repeat very, VERY, soon. Plus, he needed a new approach to this time paradox.
"Maybe I should just take Mono instead of that brat… but then that depends on Six actually wanting to save Mono… hmmm, too unreliable can't do that."
"I also can't just kill her since the tower won't let me… ugh… well I could always just unleash a bunch of my power to cause… some…. interference."
The Thin Man had come to a revelation when he blurted out that last afterthought of an idea.
Thus began the monologuing.
"On one hand since the Signal Tower and by proxy, me, exist outside of time and space I could unleash a large amount of my power to possibly introduce some new variables, like a new kid per se, who could actually destroy the Tower instead of Mono and the stupid yellow brat. On the other hand, it generates a lot of interference to the Tower's broadcast which means I only have one shot at this because the Tower will NOT like me, their *ahem* 'property', rampantly interfering with its precious broadcast, and I won't catch it off-guard a second time."
He likened this idea to the time he almost transported himself to The Maw of all places when he was on watch duty, until the tower shut off his connection to the TV when it noticed the accidental error in territorial boundaries as The Maw belonged to The Lady, whoever that is.
Sure this approach could barely qualify as one but it was better than just repeating his previous iteration's actions like some sort of slave… oh wait that's exactly what the Thin Man is! So no one could blame him as he proceeded with his next course of action.
He waited...
...Waited...
...And waited...
Until the time came when Tower let him go on watch duty. His empty room suddenly became a center of information as television screens appeared all around him showing the Thin Man several locations of the Pale City and the neighboring wilderness across the bay.
He took a quick look at the screens to calm his nerves as he prepared to commit to the plan.
One screen showed a group of viewers on a street staring at a large TV displaying static that hung high up on the side of a building.
Another screen showed a patch of forest in which the Hunter lurched on by casually carrying two dead raccoons on his left shoulder with his trusty double-barrel shotgun in his right hand.
There was also a screen that showed a dark room in the hospital where he saw… uhh, two mannequins playing rock, paper, scissors? The Thin Man raised an eyebrow, "Huh, didn't think I'd see that ever happening again, and this time they both are using the correct hands, heh." He thought as he gave a chuckle that came off as rhythmic static ringing throughout the room.
The Thin Man shook his head after that and decided he was done waiting. At that moment, he remembered a saying that was buried somewhere in his head. Seen or heard from the uncountable hours he spent staring at these screens.
"In for a penny, in for a pound."
He felt like he knew what the saying meant, but at the same time he also didn't understand it. Nonetheless, he liked the emotion it invoked in him. Made him feel resolved.
He didn't care anymore, he was all in.
He began his desperate move.
He had to build up energy so he started thinking about Six in her filthy yellow raincoat. The man's anger soon turned into rage the more he thought about the girl.
His fists started shaking, soon followed by his arms and shoulders quivering in his silent fury.
Around him dark, static-like particles started circling his form as his rage grew.
And then it all stopped and everything became quiet except for the buzz of TVs in the room.
The Thin Man then stood up from his god-forsaken chair and he let out a deep sigh. He then proceeded to lift both his arms in front of him towards the countless screens.
*R I N G*
A stream of static power erupted from his hands and flowed through every single screen that it touched as a migraine-inducing ringing filled the room.
At that moment the Thin Man didn't care about anything except for putting his essence into the screens and bringing out anything that could possibly stop this cycle of betrayal and anger that the world was stuck in. It didn't matter what part of time or space that person was from, what only mattered was that he brought anyone into this city.
The Signal Tower was thrown into complete disarray as its broadcast went haywire with a sudden strong interference. For five agonizing minutes the entity searched for the source of this interference which was seemingly coming from everywhere, and when it did it was in abject shock.
It was coming from within the tower, from their Thin Man!
The Signal Tower quickly put a stop to the Thin Man's actions by retaliating with its own broadcast which disrupted his focus which gave the tower enough of a hold on the room to take away the television screens and lock the Thin Man away in an empty room once more.
After all that the Thin Man stood in his room for a minute as he comprehended everything that just happened.
Then he sat back down on his chair, leaned back, stretched his legs, crossed his legs, and he put his hands behind his head as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling.
The ever present shadow that accompanied his face lifted off just enough to show a triumphant smile across his face.
For the last thing he saw before the Tower locked him away was a single screen that he saw only minutes ago that now showed a figure lying on the ground. Above the figure was a familiar large TV on the side of a building that was now broken.
And by the figure's side was an one-sided crescent axe embedded in the ground that had lightning sparks emitting from the blade.
End of Chapter 1
Next chapter will truly reveal which dark souls character was taken by the Thin Man's spindly hands, but there is a hint already with that weapon description, I wonder if you figured it out already.
Hmmm now that I think of it the character might already be listed in the story summary. Oh well, that doesn't matter to me. Anyway, see ya next time!
A/N: Chapters 1-5 have been updated as of 9/3/2024. Most edits are minor, either small refinements or additions. I'll also take the time here to state that most of the original A/Ns (notes & nonsense) will be kept in or unaltered for archival purposes. If you want me from the past to be Thanos snapped away, you will get your wish when I eventually transfer this story to Ao3. I will say though, past me had an enthusiasm that couldn't be contained. Honestly, respect for that guy, it was easy for him to get off his lazy bum and do something. Feels like that's harder to do nowadays. Darn, look at me, rambling again, guess some things don't change.