Little Nightmares: The Damned Child

Chapter II- The Hunter's Cabin

The shoes the boy had landed amongst were almost the size as him. He picked up a shoe crawling up the small ledge with it he stopped and tossed it into the leaves triggering a net that pulled it up off the ground. The paperbag boy used the log that fell when the rap triggered to reach another ledge in his way. He dropped off the other side finding the path ahead with set bear traps.

He carefully stepped around them climbing over another conveniently fa;llen log. A bear trap had snapped shut with a stick caught in its sharp jaws. Another was placed directly in the way of where he needed to go at the opening of another log. The boy grabbed the stick and tugged at it pulling it out of the trap to use on the other. He dragged the stick stopping before the trap and swung it down onto the trap. It sprung up in the air with a metal CLANK!! Splintering the stick to pieces.

He crawled through the log and slid down the snapped half of it like a slide landing in another cluster of leaves. Some lifting from the ground and landing on him. He brushed them off grabbing a nearby stick and dragged it to a large collection of leaves. A small silver glint amongst them catching the boys attention he slammed the stick down on the shiny thing. The bear trap snapped closed on the stick destroying it and setting off several other traps in a chain reaction. The boy jumped from a rock to a ledge clear of leaves where a collection of pinecones laid waiting. Taking some, the boy threw them into the second section of leaves triggering more traps. Some snapping mere inches from his paper bag face.

He shuffled through the disturbed leaves. Now clear of immediate threats. He jumped onto the log getting a running start to a set of wood panels nailed to a rotting trunk. He jumped off of the log latching onto the ladder. The bottom panel fell off setting off another bear trap that napped shut. Mere inches from taking the bottom of his olive coat off. Reaching the top he cleared another gap landing in the wet bristling grass. His feet padded in the soft dirt as he ran. Slowing down as he approached a wooden structure. More traps lay strewn about the front yard. Empty cans tipped over and rolled about on the dead patches of ground. The wooden panels that made up the walls were crooked, rotting and falling apart, parts of the roof sunk down like it could collapse in on itself. The paper bag boy silently crept up a small set of stairs, across the porch to climb onto a conveniently placed box beside a glassless window. Once inside the boy found himself on the bench of a kitchen. The cabinets and oven were coloured a dirty green. A kettle sat beside a pan on the stove covered in a black grime that looked suspiciously like dried blood. A wooden table sat in the center of the room under a flickering light. The boy dropped to the floor to climb onto the four legged furniture.. There was a large pot on the table, large enough for the boy to sit in if it wasn't filled with some kind of stew, left to solidify into rock. Rabbit meat laid idly beside the pot, they looked freshly skinned and the boy cringed at the icky feeling on his feet. The rabbits enriched juices if you know what I'm talking about.

Seeing a partially open door the boy jumped down from the table and punched in the rest of the way open, the quiet creaking from the hinges echoed in his ears, finding himself in a hallway illuminated in the blue light that guided him earlier.

A stack of boxes were by another door. Faded paintings evenly lined the walls and torn curtains hung at the sides of the window. The boy squeezed through the gap of the partially opened door to a set of stairs. The sound of music echoing quietly off of the walls. Seeming to seep out of a door. There was a butchers knife embedded in a box. The boy pulled at the handle but it snapped off leaving the blade stuck. Many bags of stuffing sat around a desk with a sewing machine atop of it. The boy approached the door. He peered through the cracks in the door seeing a little girl cranking a music box, almost in a trance as its tune echoed around the room. He kicked a rubber band ball and it rolled across the room absently. The boy went to the door opposite of hers into a dark room. An ake was stuck in the top of another crate. He got underneath it jumping up and grabbing the handle. His weight shifted the blade and it fell loose, clattering to the floor. He dragged it across the floor to the girl's door. He swung it at the weak wood, smashing violently through it with the axe. Dropping the weapon the boy stumbled through the wreckage of splinters into the room. He slowed down searching for where the girl went. Her music box was tipped over on the floor by the rug. The walls were marked with white tallys and drawings.. The boy crouched as the girl crawled closer to the opening, away from the back wall. The boy gestured for her to come out. A whisper calling to her as he reached his hand out to her.

"Hey...."

I'm trying to make this story a bit longer as all the other fanfic's regarding little Nightmares that I've found are really short or aren't what I'm looking for. Although the games creators said Little Nightmares II is a Sequel I am treating it as a Prequel for the sake of plot.