Little Hope (A Little Nightmare AU Fanfiction)

Prolouge I

((for confused people, this book is being rewritten. The old chapters are now (forever) hidden.))

Plastic toys coated in blood slammed into the hardwood floor, children screamed and yelled. Blood splattering everywhere, staining the walls and planked floor.

Make it stop.

Seven huddled up in the corner, half-shielding himself with a rocking horse. He curled up in a ball and hid from the chaos. Shaking and beginning to cry, tears lining his eyes.

Please.

The child's hand held down the other younger one. Both of them were bloodied like they were serial killers, but only one had the intent to kill to satisfy the craving for blood and the other just wanted to survive.

I liked it better when we were all being raised together and raised solely to be food for the guests in normals ways, nothing altered.

Seven was being ignored, for now. Giving him the spectator role of this child warzone. The Janitor had abandoned them, leaving the kids to murder each other. Seven didn't understand why the group of children began fighting each other. He didn't understand why some of the kids acted differently, shifting their behaviors from the usual over a course of time.

A kid's final cries pierce the air, their cry slowly fading and being drowned out by the aggressive fighting of the children.

This never needed to happen.

Seven let out a scream as soon as he felt a hand wrap around his arm, he flailed. Trying desperately to escape their grasp, kicking his legs and pulling away as forcefully as he could possibly muster.

Despite his best attempts to fight them off, the child who had grabbed him overcame him. Getting their other hand on him and dragging him across the floor.

NO-

-5 DAYS BEFORE THE BREAKOUT-

Seven woke with a small yawn, the feel of the comfy mattress under him coaxing him to sleep longer. He almost obeyed his wants, however, once the excited voices of the other waking children noisily filled the room there was no way he was getting back into dreamland.

The other children bounced and hollered excitedly, filled and bursting with energy from their peaceful slumber. Seven would be joining them but he felt far too lazy today, preferring to stay on the comfy mattress with his blanket bundling him with comforting warmth.

The room had two rows of beds, the children's beds being pressed against the walls on opposite sides of the room (He was on the left side of the rows). The floor was an old gray-ish brown hardwood and the walls were a blank white. However somewhat brought to life with crayon doodles on the walls, the little artists who drew on the wall no other than the kids who inhabited the room.

There was a metallic door on the right side of the wall, a large gap between the bed rows in order to have room for a door. There was another door straight down the center between the row of beds, this one was also metal.

Down the row of beds on the opposite side of the previously mentioned door, there was a closet. The door was also metal as well just like the others in the room.

Lastly about the doors, there was something else they all had in common- from the doors Seven seen, they all have eyes engraved on them. Seven didn't know what the eyes meant, perhaps that there was something always watching them? Or maybe it was much more sinister than that?

As Seven watched the kids jump about, chatting and whispering energetically to each other he noticed something odd. Something out of the usual. 

You see, Seven's friend- possibly considered his best friend at this point- is a ginger-haired pale green-eyed girl with pigtails. Noticeable orange freckles on her upper cheeks and a nosebleed that would never stop which was quite medically concerning. (Kids tended to call her 'Nosebleed' as a nickname which she surprisingly didn't mind, but her real name was Roxanne.)