Enemy's Saviour. (Little Nightmares Oneshot/Shortfic.)

(Oneshot)

Disclaimer: I do not own Little Nightmares. I also do not own the Song.

(This is a Little nightmares (video games) fanfic)

(Its Mono-centric)

(Sorry if the characters seem OOC.)

(This takes place during the ending of Little Nightmares 2.)

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes.)

(Hope you enjoy this little oneshot. 😄)

The flesh. It doesn't seem to hurt Mono and Six. The duo run, it seems intent on their immediate capture.

The girl in the yellow raincoat raced ahead.

"Hey!"

Proper speech has never been spoken between the two. The one word bringing them together. One thing holding so much meaning.

But Six doesn't stop. She keeps sprinting, wanting to get away. Eventually, they come to a close. An exit.

Mono noticed her hesitation as he runs across the beam. As if she isn't going to extend her hand as she has before. He braces himself for death.

The black, bottomless death awaits him.

"Hey.."

Six's voice brings him back. Soft as always, the time forces him to look up into the eyes barely visible to the naked eye. But her cold gaze sticks.

The look is neutral, as if debating. One hand holds the key to his life continuing. The other option is to give their friendship up.

He sees the rage build up, frustration. A growl, but from a stomach. Then she decides.

Six lets go.

"Hey!"

Six gazed coldly as he fell, a grin spreads. As if she likes his demise. Mono closes his eyes, hearing the faint buzz of the once TVs under his command.

Zzzzzzzz...........

The soft buzzing comforts Mono, at least he is accompanied. Not totally alone as he falls to his inevitable doom. That brung a kind of peace.

But his mind will always be haunted by a mourning last memory. A tear leaks out of the eye it belongs to.

There is no more to cry over. Mono learns his fare is sealed. He finally remembers.

Always alone.

He cries as he lands to death.

***

Zzzzzz....

Mono opens his eyes. He looks around, the same hallway. But not the ones where he once craved to visit like one on their favourite holiday.

He remembers a place where he once visited with his mama, before she became a viewer. Before he became a runaway.

Before kids no longer became kids.

Mono remembers the doll children. The bullies.

Zzz....

Again, the soft bussing sounds away, distracting Mono away from thoughts threatening to consume his entire mind and soul.

Mono doesn't move. But he does speak.

"Why?.."

"Zzzzzz...."