Nightmares- Little Nightmares Monix Story-

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Six woke up, feel a pair of cold hands shaking her awake.

"Six wake up, we're here," the familiar voice of Mono said. She slowly sat up and looked at him, her black frizzy hair still hanging down, covering her face. She then broke eye contact with the paper bag and took a look around.

Hey eyes widened and it felt like a sudden burst of frightened energy when she did. They were at another beach, still drifting on the surface by the sand. There was a wall of buildings surrounding the island, it was blue and foggy and even appeared extremely run-down and abandoned. She looked back over to Mono, and gave him a look to say 'we are going in there?'

Mono sighed, "It's okay." He started to walk away, he jumped into the ocean, only getting his ankles and a small part of his cuffed brown jeans wet with the cold salty water. Six followed behind, watching closely. "The quickest way to get around is to just go straight through," Mono exclaimed, looking back at the small Six, standing behind him at a close yet respectable distance. Six seemed scared and yet a still bit confused, but yet she still followed Mono into the old ominous and creepy city, through a small opening in on of the buildings, leading them inside.

When they arrived they couldn't help but crinkle their noises at the smell. It was, once again, absolutely horrid. Six brought her hand up to her face and covered her nose, Mono did the same, sticking his hand underneath his bag. "That's disgusting," Mono gagged, looking back at Six who appeared was about to do the same. "Let's find our way out of here," Mono coughed, and Six agreed. She finally lifted her head for the first time since she had been in there, all the windows were either closed or broken, but all too high up to be able to escape from. There was a smashed, broken T.V., the glass shattered over the old gray carpet, shards of glass sticking from it. There was also an old red couch, that appeared to be brown now, and it was covered in filth, rips, and even small amounts of blood. Is there where the smell is coming from?

Six looked around a bit more, glaring around the rest of the house, seeing the filth and absolute mess that covered the dark brown, cracked, wooden flooring. She looked around some more, her heart drooping at the thought that Mono wasn't with her anymore. Oh no. She looked around, frightened. That was when she heard the small pitter patter of feet coming down the stairs. Six, instinctively, grabbed a big shard of the T.V.'s glass from the gray carpet and hid behind the once-red couch. Her hand gripped the shard of glass tighter and tighter, her hand started to cut and bleed, yet she remained to squeeze it tighter.

"Six?" Mono called out from the stairs. Six relaxed and let go of the glass, it was just Mono. She had let the fear get the best of her, she was just being cautious. Six popped her head out from behind the couch and looked at Mono, who was still on the stairs. "There you are," he sighed, very relieved. "Come on, I found an opening." Mono climbed back up the stairs and Six looked down at her hands, still bleeding. The blood of her hands started to drip on the floor below her, it was starting to sting, but she tried to just shrug it off and carry on, Mono was waiting for her anyway.

Six ran over to the stairs as fast as her little legs could carry her. The stairs were huge, she jumped on the stair ahead of her, grasping onto the top and pulling herself up the best she could, jumping off the ground below her. Her hand was staring to sting more and more the more stair she climbed up.

"Need some help?" Monk asked, peaking over the railing of the stairs down to the little Six, who was struggling. He noticed the blood on the stairs that she had dragged behind her. Within an instant, he hopped down the final 2 stairs to where she was at and grabbed her red, bleeding hand.

Six tried to pull her hand away, but Mono held on tighter the more she tried to pull. "What happened?" Mono was concerned. Six shook her head as if to tell him 'nothing'.