𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 - jjk x Little Nightmares 2 (DISCONTINUED)

𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

So uh we're all going to pretend that I didn't completely disappear

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"Having a nightmare in a boat, come with me oh no, no, no..." Mono, to say the least, was bored. You'd think that being trapped inside a magical immortal evil tower thingy would be interesting, but all Mono could really do was sit in a chair, fend of hunger to the best of his ability, sing songs he's heard on the mind-controlling televisions, and wallow away in self pity and sadness. He felt weak. He felt a feeling of dread and despair, but all he could pay attention to was the fear he felt. Fear of never evolving, fear of just staying still in this small room with a disgustingly narrow hallway as life passes him by. Somewhere, in the depths of his mind, he knew there was a thread of hope that he would be saved, or that he could escape.

It seemed that his hope has manifested into real life.

His hope sat innocently at the end of the dreary hallway. Honestly, how has he not noticed it before? His eyes snapped to the square tv that was singing The TV Song. Did he cause that? Experimentally, the boy stared at the television warily before he began to sing the next verse. "He's gone, he's gone, he's gone. Don't leave me. No more bellman among the sea." He waited for a second to see if it would do anything. Then two seconds. Then three. After the five seconds of no response he sighed. It had been worth a shot, anyways. Mono lowered his head back down to inspect his dirty feet.

"He's gone, he's gone, he's gone. Don't leave me. No more bellman among the sea."

His head immediately snapped up to look at the object in fascination. He felt happiness raise within him. With much less hesitation he continued with the verse. "Hello, hello, we're lonely. Help her, help her and we'll see my way, my way, and you'll see a halo ascending above our sea."

"Hello, hello we're lonely. Help her, help her, and we'll see my way, my way, and you'll see a halo ascending above our sea."

Mono gaped and he leaned foreword in his chair, that creaked pathetically. The small boy was now practically vibrating with excitement. He took a deep breath and racked his mind for ideas on what he could do next. He could just walk over to the tv and warp, right? Wait, no he couldn't, the eyes are watching him. But then again, they are really only eyeballs, so would they (could they) even stop him? He should at least try. The black haired boy let his feet graze the concrete ground and with one final push he was falling to the floor.

Alright, so that wasn't how I wanted things to go, he thought dryly. After sitting in one position for four days, his body ached and he was extremely stiff, it felt like a stabbing pain but like... worse. He shook it off and shakily balanced himself on two legs, half crouching until he made it to the hallway wall to lean against for support. Honestly, this sucked. Mono sighed and stumbled to the best walking position he could manage, half of his weight pushed onto the dank wall, and the boy determinedly made his way to his hope.

The second he (finally) made it in front of the object, he let himself tumble to the floor and stretch for a few minutes. After a bit of adjusting, he snapped out of it and resting his gaze on the harsh light that the television produced. It hurt his eyes yet the boy couldn't find it in himself to look away. Unfortunately, he couldn't find the courage to warp, either. He should.. try something before taking such a big step, right? No, Mono, get a hold of yourself. This could very well be your freedom. He tensed. Should he listen to his thoughts? Then an idea struck him. If the tv repeated everything he said, and if the tv was maybe broadcasting, then perhaps...

"Help! Help me!"

Why am I so stupid.

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Itadori found it somewhat unbelievable that a day could be so boring yet so intriguing. Casual yet unusual. Uneventful yet suspenseful. The strawberry boy slouched in his seat and whined. "Gojo-senseiiiii, it's been all day! Can't you give us a break?" he slouched further and further into his seat to the point where you could only see his forehead. Nobara agreed with him, her arms up in exasperation. Even Maki agreed with them.

Spending the day sitting down and making countless conspiracies about a mysterious song wasn't exactly how a group of teenagers (+a panda) wanted to fill their schedule. Gojo sighed and threw his arms behind his head, stretching. Not even a grown man(child) wanted to spend his time on this, but he knew that uncovering the meaning of the song would certainly help discover more about the cursed object, and that was his main goal at the moment. "Alright alright, just a few more minutes and then we can train or sleep or something." the silver haired man exhaled sharply. At that, everyone cheered, and with a renewed motivation, they continued to write down their theories.

Silence enveloped the room, but certainly not for long, as the cursed object that was originally playing the same unsettling song stopped abruptly. Some took their eyes off of the paper to stare at it curiously. The television didn't simply stop mid-song.

"Help! Help me!" The voice of a little boy cried. He sounded a bit staticky and far away. The occupants of the room whipped their heads to the device, alarmed. Nobody dared to speak and instead stared at the cursed tv intently, waiting for something more, yet that was it. The music didn't come back either. Gojo stood up and turned to the sorcerers.

"I'm going to report... this, to the old man, everyone stay here and continue your theories. Or you can, like, totally ogle at the screen." the students nodded, still stunned into silence. Gojo hastily rushed to report the events. A few moments passed after the man had closed the door, but when he did, everybody talked over one another.

"Did you hear that?"

"Was that a child?"

"What did they mean?"

What they failed to notice was the dark finger print that lingered on the screen while they talked, before it pulled back.