Little Nightmares: The Damned Child

Chapter VII - Saving My Friend

Paper Bag Boy's pov.

We were following the children that had ran ahead. I wasn't sure if they were scared of us or not. But they kept ahead of me and my friend. I was nearly crushed by a locker. Who were they trying to kill? Why? It didn't make sense if we were all stuck here, why would they run from us? I jumped up to a vent. My friend was close behind me. We'd ducked down as a fluorescent light swung down slamming into a turned over table. 

Forming a platform for us to jump up over the table. There were crayons on the desk the board was up against. We continued down the hallway. I saw a hammer. Maybe just to be safe I should grab it. I was halfway there when the door to a locker opened up and it fell on top of me. Everything was dark in seconds. I could hear my friend struggle and cry out. They quickly ran down the hall. I slammed my body against the sides of the collapsed locker. 

Lifting it up and crawling out from it. I chased after them. By the time I'd caught up to them they'd already carried her into the roof and pulled up the ladder. I couldn't follow. She was gone... and I had to rescue her...

I went back and climbed over the fallen locker. I picked up the hammer. There was another one of those kids by the door. They didn't look like me and my friend. I swung the hammer over the kids head. He shattered like a broken vase. So they weren't human at all... They were fake... There was another one in the room. Likely the kid that the one I broke was spying on... I dragged the hammer along the edge of the wall. 

A floorboard I stepped on triggered a trap. A heavy bucket swung down taking out the second kid. He seemed to have been cutting open a frog. I dropped the hammer, climbing a chair. Into the next room. It was another hallway with lockers. The sound of chalk on a board echoed around the silent hallway. I crept into the classroom. A tall woman was at the front of the room drawing on the chalkboard. Six of those kids sat at desks, silently doing their work. I kept in the shadows creeping along, hiding behind tables while her back was turned, reaching a little closet at the end of the room. The woman had a white button up shirt and a black skirt. 

Her hair was grey and matted to her skull. There were multiple filing cabinets stuffed to the brim with papers and sheets and books. There was a bookshelf with a key on top of it. I needed that key for the elevator. I used the shelves to climb when I felt gravity pull further up my back. Quickly jumping off the bookcase crashed to the floor. I snatched the key from the pile of scattered books and hid in the shadows of a tipped over box. 

The Teacher's loud footsteps echoed as she quickly approached the room, pushing open the door and peering in. At first I thought she was going to take a glance and leave. I heard a sickening crack and peered out of the box to see her neck stretching out and around the door. Scanning the room.

'What the Hell Lady?!!' Her permanent smile etched on her face was possibly the most disturbing thing about her, if it wasn't for learning she could do that. She closed the door and a vent off to the side dropped open. I crouched down crawling through the vent slowly pushing open a cupboard door and sneaking underneath the desks. She slammed her ruler against one of the desks.

"HAP!" I nearly jumped out of my skin. I snuck back down the hallway to the elevator. Inserting the key and getting in. It took me up to the next floor. I came to a room with another one of those boys. He had a white pointy paper hat on his head and was drawing with chalk all over the floor. There was another hammer past him that I had to get to. 

If I had any chance of dispatching the porcelain kid of course. I noticed that his neck was attached to a rope holding him from leaving the room. He kept trying to come at me as I reached the hammer. I looked back at him, some part of me feeling... saddened?... I couldn't leave him there, even if his friends did take my friend... This wasn't right...

I slammed the hammer over his head caving in his empty skull. Turning away from his fragile carcass I smashed through the door. I had to leave my newly acquired weapon to reach a vent by climbing another cupboard. 

This vent wasn't a simple hole in the wall. It was an actual vent. I dropped into the next room finding myself above the classroom where the Teacher seemed to be spanking some poor kid. Why I was sorry for them I don't know... but they seemed utterly miserable in her presence. I accidentally knocked a jar off of one of the wooden walkways. She screeched and I could hear her neck stretching. I quickly dove around a box and hid inside it. Getting my friend back isn't going to be easy, but somehow I feel getting out of here is going to be even more difficult than finding her...