Hi there, and welcome to Six Times One, which is a title I am directly ripping off of my friend's. Still, Little Nightmares fan-fiction, I don't think I have anything to say besides that. So yeah, happy reading, and any criticism is accepted.


Chapter 1 : Monotonous


Hzzt... "Mo"-...Pschztt... "Wh-"...Crackle...Pop...Bzzt..."Plea-"...Silence...

"Why?"

Mono took a deep, desperate gasp of air as he frantically threw his brown eyes from left to right. His pale skin was slick with sweat, and his breathing was haggard, making his waking from the nightmare more uncomfortable. His paper bag clung to him, and his hot breath was blowing directly into his eyes. A few minutes of this frantic behavior passed before Mono was able to get his breathing under control.

That same nightmare again? his finally lucid mind thought. He left the walls of his makeshift treehouse and let his legs dangle off a nearby branch as he sat down. Uggh, and it's still nighttime, he groaned. A cool breeze danced through the otherwise silent forest, and as time passed, Mono found himself relaxing. Well, I guess I'm not heading back to bed anytime soon...

The last day had been a weird experience for Mono. He remembered being in the city, running away from the adults and then...

Crzzt...

He gripped his head as the routine buzz of static clouded his mind. He tried to push through it, but it only got more intense. Eventually, when it started becoming painful, he stopped thinking about it, and the static clouding his thoughts steadily faded away. Aaand no progress with my memories... Yay. He sighed.

After whatever it was that happened, he found himself in a forest clearing in the early morning. After getting his bearings, he decided to move eastwards and had been doing that since. The forest in question was... well, it was a forest. There were trees and bushes as far as the eye could see, with the occasional stream, which Mono was very grateful for. Leaves rustling and birds chirping made good background music for his trip, but as he headed further and nighttime came closer, the 'music' stopped.

He flexed his pale fingers, looking around as he did. His eyes lingered on his makeshift home – thick sticks propped against a tree tied together using fabric and covered with foliage – before he looked at the black-blue grass below him. The forest felt different at night, and Mono understood why. There weren't any animal sounds; no screeching owls, no screeching bats, not even the stereotypical howl of a wolf or fox to go with the full moon.

But... that's also good.

A part of Mono's mind reasoned. I can hear anything that sneaks up on me, plus... I wouldn't have to worry about any predators. Plus, it is a bit dark out. I could fall into a hole... Though I can see down there clearly, and the moon is full and fairly bright tonight. And so Mono went back and forth, listing the good and bad points of night , with a final look towards his "home", he started to climb down the tree and continued to walk eastwards.

It didn't take him long to regret that decision. Paranoia was a little thing that Mono had developed, a necessary skill, he assured himself, and it was currently working against him. The more and more he walked, the branches of trees started to look like the mangled limbs of the twisted adults. He could feel their hands closing around him as he walked. Bloated and glossy, thin and spindly, short and moist; they reached out, wrapping around his arms, pinning down his legs, slithering and coiling around his neck, him trying to fight it, his breath slowly escaping as the wh-

Mono inhaled slowly. Mono exhaled slowly. He repeated this process a few times, until he felt his muscles untense. He started to walk again, and what happened next was ironic. Mono's mild paranoia forced him to stop and relax, and yet if he remained paranoid for a few seconds more, he would've noticed the snare trap mere inches away. He stepped on the trigger, and his small boyish scream echoed through the forest a second later.

Pain raced down Mono's leg and up throughout his entire body as the rope wrapped and tugged him upwards with a murderous speed. He hung there limply, his mind going blank from shock and pain, before it switched back on with a vengeance. As painful as it was, he bit down on his cheek to stop himself from making more noise, his mind entering survival mode as he took everything in around him quickly.

The trap was made of an old, worn rope. He reached up and... Good, I can reach the rope. I can't believe I was this careless. Letting go, he looked at the drop below him. It's about as high as that makeshift bed was; there's no way I'd survive the fall. I could try to climb the rope, but I'd need both hands for that and I'd need at least one hand to cut it. The pain had dulled considerably now, so Mono stopped biting his cheeks. At least I have something I can cut it with, but- That's when Mono heard the flapping of wings. His eyes snapped to the sound, and he saw some birds taking flight above the tree lines. And below them...

A small light, about the size of a needle's eye. One that was steadily getting bigger. Well, Mono, you've truly found yourself in a bind this time. He chuckled at his own joke, then his blood ran cold. This is a trap. Someone set it. It's high. Only an adult could've set it. His hands could not have flown into his pockets any quicker upon that realization. The remaining pain evaporated and time slowed as pure adrenaline started to course through him. He fished out a sharp stone from one of his jacket's pockets and swung his body upwards.

There was a convenient tear in the rope that Mono started to saw through. Seconds ticked by as Mono moved the stone frantically, pausing for the briefest of milliseconds to look at the light. It was the size of a pea now. Mono's back and forth motion became even more distressed. The rope was about halfway torn and his hands felt raw from cutting without a handle. Mono flicked his eye over to the light and his heart stopped for a bit. The light was close enough that he could see the beam bouncing off a nearby tree. Mono's hands ached as he continued, but he couldn't stop; the rope was at least ninety percent cut.

C'mon, snap! The light was visible in his peripherals. Snap! Snap! Snap! He couldn't feel his hands, but he was so close. It was being held up by a string at this point. He heard the sound of boots crunching on dead leaves. Snapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsn- And then it snapped. Mono's left hand gripped onto the rope, and he threw himself away from the light. As he started falling, he threw his hand forward and the stone caught in the tree's trunk.

The sound of the stone grating into the wood echoed throughout the otherwise silent forest, prompting a deep groan-like sound from the owner of the light. Mono's hands couldn't take anymore strain, and they gave out as he fell towards the ground. He hit the tree trunk with enough force that his body bounced into a hole by the base of the tree.

Mono's fall stopped as his body sank into the soft earth. From his vantage point, he saw the stone, which was still wedged into the tree, light up and a gloved hand reach out towards it. He could feel the footsteps directly above him. The ground above him shifted, the giant moving away. Did I... Mono's hands flew over his jacket pockets, but he let out a sigh of relief when he realised they were all closed. No, I didn't leave anything, so what is it looking for...?

Then the light swung back into his view, as if answering his question, and the sensation of footsteps over him returned. The gloved hand returned, and held up something besides the rock – Mono's paper bag. Mono's blood froze for the umpteenth time that night, but that didn't interrupt his Hunter as another gloved hand probed the tree. There was a deep, ground-shaking, literally for Mono, laugh as the gloved hand started to trace the tree. Downwards.

Mono felt exhausted as he watched the hand approach him in slow-motion. The hand was midway down the tree as the reality hit Mono. I can't believe that after everything, this is how I get caught. He thought, leaning against an exposed root. Though I guess I'm not upset. Tears started to well up in the sides of his eyes as the hand hovered over the hole's entrance. I wish... The buzz of static filled his mind.

I wish I had a friend.

There was a loud explosion from above. It caught Mono off guard, and it seemed the adult wasn't any better. He let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a gurgle, and his hands flailed around before retreating from Mono's immediate vision. The weight disappeared above Mono shortly after, accompanied by the sounds of crunching leaves.

Mono let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding onto as he lay in his hidey hole. He's gonna come back eventually... But sleeping now would be amazing. Mono didn't weigh any more pros or cons after those two and pulled himself out of the hole. With no more adrenaline to distract him, he walked slowly with a half limp. He looked around for his familiar brown bag, and he happily limped over to it when he found it discarded by the base of a tree.

Placing the comforting paper on his head lifted his spirits glared at the snare trap that nearly brought him to his end. The 'Trapper' has put up traps here, so that explains the 'lack of animals' thing. I don't know what saved me there, but Trapper might come back eventually, and I don't want to be here when he does. Just be careful, Mono, don't get caught.

With a plan, if one could call it that, in mind and the will to not get caught, Mono picked a random direction and walked. A part of him wanted to look at the injury, but if he saw it when he couldn't treat it... Let's not think about that and keep going. He walked for some time, though he wasn't sure how long, maybe ten minutes if he was asked to bet on it. At his speed, he was able to dodge many traps that were actually well disguised.

He spotted a beam of light through his eyes and threw himself down. He waited for a minute, and after hearing no sounds, he popped his head up to check his surroundings. The beam of light was where he last saw it – unmoving. Walk towards the light, walk away from the light. One is possible death, the other is... possible death. A deafening bang came from behind him. Mono wasn't experienced with guns, but he still knew the sound and didn't want to be nearby if it was fired again. To the light I go!

Hobbling over towards the light, he came towards a tree line and walked past it into a proper clearing. The source of the light was visible to Mono now, as in the center of the clearing sat a haunted, decrepit-looking log cabin with an unsettling smoke blowing from it. Surrounding the log cabin were other buildings, all of which were rickety, with a gloomy air hanging over them. One adult is in the forest right now, but it's not impossible that there are more inside. He caught the smell of something delicious, and Mono's stomach rumbled. Right... food. Damn it... And for the umpteenth time that night, Mono went against his better judgment and walked towards the log cabin.

As he climbed up the stairs, a task made significantly harder because of his leg, he paused to look at the stairs. Mono considered himself an easygoing person, though he never really got to share it with anybody, but there were moments like this that always forced the reality of the world on him. Stairs, doors, food, clothes, things that were so easy to take for granted always reminded him of the size difference.

He pushed away the dread; he'd had enough for the night. He shifted his gaze away from the door and toward an open window with a box underneath it. What a day to injure my leg.

Another painful climb for the mini-sized Mono, and he was sat on the windowsill checking for any adults. The smell of food was stronger. He could make out the long forgotten scent of grilled chicken, drawing him closer. Wait, this could be a trap. Mono took a deep inhale, savouring the smell of properly cooked and warm food. Memories of eating cold, nearly spoilt food flashed through his mind. In a trance-like state, Mono took a step towards the pleasant smell.

And he fell.

Fortunately, he didn't fall on his injured leg, but that didn't stop him from biting back a cry as his head hit the wood. He lay there, his previous exhaustion returning sixfold. His eyes fluttered, his muscles untensed, his breathing started to slow, but his eyes snapped open as he heard a sound. He pushed upwards, his knees bucking from the night's exertion, as he investigated the sound.

It was a music box. Peeping outside the disgusting kitchen, he found a corridor, and he could hear the slow, mechanical tune from behind a nearby door. Mono, you've been caught by one trap. Do you really want to get caught in another? The rational part of his brain said, and he wanted to listen to it. He should have listened to it, and yet he found his legs moving towards the door.

He moved a crate that acted as a doorstop and looked into the room. The walls were a vomit green and brought out the same feeling with the stains, scratch marks, and tears that were visible on every inch of them. Descending the stairs, Mono found himself humming along to the tune. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about it was just so...

He shook his head, having had more than enough dread for one night. At the bottom, he saw two doors, and walked towards the door with the somber song playing behind it. Peeking through cracks in the wood, he saw a dim room. There was a window in the back, providing enough light for him to see the glint of metal traps and weapons. However, more importantly to him, in the center of the room was a small figure – one like him.

"Hey there!" He shouted from excitement, slapping a palm over his mouth when he realized his volume. He couldn't take his eyes off of the figure, and similarly, they couldn't take their eyes off the music box as they sat there turning the crank in a trance. "A-are you okay?" He asked, this time at a more normal volume, and still got no response.

Maybe they're paralyzed from fear? I wouldn't want someone to leave me like this. He thought, staring at the figure. Time ticked by, the silence filled by the melodious music box's mechanical music. Then, they started to hum. He couldn't explain it, but hearing that sound made him feel at peace. For a few seconds, Mono was at peace. There were no adults, there was no sleeping in trees, there was just peace.

As he came back from this brief glimpse into paradise, he pressed a hand against the door. "I'll get you out of here soon, so... stay safe." The figure didn't respond, but that drove Mono even more. Searching through this room, he found nothing, so he moved to the other room in the basement. He couldn't resist the smile that came to his face when he saw an axe, one small enough he could wield, lodged in a wall. That's conveniently perfect!

It came free with a few determined tugs, and he started to drag it away. One of his legs, the one that he injured, had very little feeling in it, but he still refused to look at it. Once I have a proper place to rest, I'll look at it, no sooner. At the door, he used the axe, aimed at the small cracks and swung. The wood splintered, the door shuddering with the first strike. He pulled the axe back and looked inside again.

The figure was facing him, and he could see them a little better now. Their gender was hard to tell, but most of their features were easier to see now. They had pale, almost doll-like, skin. There were no marks or blemishes that he could see, and they looked fragile, like they would break if someone slapped them too hard. Contrasting the 'doll fantasy' was their hair. It was shaggy, dirty, and unkempt, covering all their facial features besides their mouth. Mono shook out of his observation and swung the axe again and again until the door's bottom exploded with a satisfying crunch.

The axe's head unfortunately flew off, so Mono dropped the handle. Creeping inside, he noticed that there was no food or water. How long have they been here? His eyes settled on tally marks and drawings on the walls. He counted at least twelve marks. That's twelve days. He turned towards the table at the back of the room. How have they survived here then? He shook his head, No, the most important thing is getting them out of here.

He approached slowly, putting his hands up in a surrender gesture. "H-hi there, sorry about startling you. Are you okay?" He asked. Instead of a vocal response, the figure responded by shifting under the table. "O-oh, not much of a talker then, huh?" Mono gave an awkward chuckle, trying again to break the ice. He got the same response.

Well, this is not how I thought this would go. Mono sighed and sat down in front of the table. "Okay, I'll be honest. I've... never met another kid like me before." He spoke as truthfully as he could. He didn't think about his words, he just let his emotions speak, causing his words to have a whispered, almost tired, quality to them. "I heard the song from upstairs, and when I-I saw you... I don't know, I just felt a need to help you."

"When I called out earlier, y-you were in a trance, like you were afraid." The figure drew closer, leaving the dark corners of the table. Mono could make out more of their, or rather her face. Still, he continued, "Truthfully, when I saw you, I was only thinking about making you into a friend. But..." He opened his hands, gesturing to the room. "I don't see any food. I don't see any water, and the marks on the wall make it seem like you've been here for a long time."

Her whole body had finally crossed the table, and Mono's initial sight was correct. Her skin and hair were both as he thought, though he found his eyes lingering on her lips for a few seconds. He shook his head, continuing with his speech. "A-A-After seeing that, I just want to help you. S-so, let me help you?" He finished, holding out his hand. Seconds passed by, all of which she just stared at his hand, expression unreadable.

The room was quiet, sans the sound of both of their gentle breathing. When a minute passed and she didn't take his hand, Mono let it fall limp to his side. "Y-yeah, that m-makes sense. I pr-probably wouldn't trust the stranger in strange clothes either." The sadness in his voice was apparent, though he tried to mask it with another awkward chuckle. The sound echoed off the hollow room, and that somehow made Mono feel worse.

"Well, the d-door is open now, s-so leave when you're ready." Mono pushed up from his sitting position and – "Gaah!" – he fell down as a stabbing sensation coursed through his injured leg. He couldn't ignore it any longer and looked at it. The rope had cut through his pants' leg and some ways into his skin, painting everything below his ankle a dark red. He leaned over, removing the fabric scraps to get a better look.

Mono wished he hadn't. It was deep, not bone deep, but still deep. It was a clean cut that stretched almost completely around his ankle, and even the parts of his skin that weren't sliced through were purple from rope burn. "O-o-h h-a-haaa that's k-kinda bad." He hated how much his voice shook when he said that. The sides of his version were blurry, and his head felt light. He looked at the girl, already knowing what was coming next. "H-hope you g-get out safe."

And then the darkness of unconsciousness took Mono.


Oh no, Mono got badly hurt, what a tragedy ;=;. Still the difference should between LN2 and what happened here should be obvious, and I hope it was a good hook for everybody. SO yeah, parting words... parting words... Right. So, heads up from now, this story will follow the general story of LN2, but with... changes like the one in this chapter.

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