The Little One's Lullaby (Huntress/Child Reader)

Chapter 1 - The Red Forest

- Art by; [ kawarayane ] on Twitter.

- Height for Anna is set as; 6'8 (Did calculations off of a DBD forum)

- Height for (Y/n) is set as; 3'9 [Average height for 7 yr. old girls]

Unedited.
-
(3rd Person POV)
-

(Y/n) stared at the flames in the campfire in front of her, a sigh leaving her.

Meg raised a brow and looked over at her. "You okay?"

(Y/n) looked up at her and gave a small smile. "...Yeah."

Meg frowned but didn't pry, she didn't want to accidentally bring up something that would hurt the girl.

None of the other survivors expected a child would be able to end up here but when they thought about it more, they realized that it was something that could've been a possibility from the start.

"Hey, what's your favorite animal?" Dwight said, catching the two's attention.

It was clear that this was an attempt to cheer (Y/n) up.

Meg smiled. "I like bulls."

"Probably because they're just like you." Jake grins.

"Hey!"

(Y/n) laughs at the two's interactions and turns back to Dwight. "I like rabbits!"

Dwight nervously chuckled. "Ahhhh..."

(Y/n) frowned. "Uh, is that.. not good?"

"Nah, I just think he's being reminded of one of the killers." Nea comments.

"Oh, who?"

"Uhhh, I think that's a story for another day." Dwight gave a nervous smile.

(Y/n) glanced down, slightly disappointed before nodding in understanding.

---

(Y/n) looked around, the thick trees covered with moss and vines seemed to stretch high up in the sky.

It wasn't long before rain began to follow, the dirt now slowly becoming thick mud.

Each trial would go as follows: find a generator, stay near it, and wait until another member of the group finds her.

If the killer was nearby, she'd go to the next nearby generator.

She felt slightly bad about not being able to help, but that guilt would quickly fade when she'd hear the screams of pain that the other survivors would give off when they'd be shoved onto a hook.

(Y/n) began walking forward, noticing the stacks of logs and large ferns.

It wasn't just that, there seemed to be a chilling mist going through the area including silhouettes of a few structures.

(Y/n) smiled slightly as she arrived at an activated generator but was caught off guard as a certain song begins to ring in her ears.

A faint humming, then a scream. It was clear that it had come from Dwight.

(Y/n) froze in her spot and kneeled behind one side of the generator.

The song was nice, but it was unnatural for the current circumstances. In this game of life and death, there were no songs.

(Y/n) couldn't hold back a shiver, the cold rain finally getting to her uncovered arms.

All she wore was a dirtied white shirt under her dulled jean overalls.