Little Nightmares One shots

Six POV

Six was made by the Eye, created to interfere with the other kids' struggles to survive. The Eye had seen the future, and it saw how it would be defeated by the boy in the end, so it created Six. It molded her from shadows and hunger, gave her demonic features and told her to destroy. Forced her to.

But she didn't listen. At first, she was eager to murder the one who intended to kill her "father" and would do anything to sink her teeth into the boy's neck.

But in the moment, when he held his hand out to help her, she froze. She could've killed him right then and there, but something in his eyes made her pause. It was an emotion she had never seen, not in the monsters, not even in her "father's" Eye:

Compassion.

When she saw the compassion in his bright eyes, despite them being half-hidden from the paper bag on his head, she didn't know what to do.

She felt...unsure.

That's why she shoved him away. That's why she ran out of the room, always looking back. She didn't know what to do, and it scared her.

But when he followed her, when he helped her, she decided she would follow along, killing him when the moment revealed itself. Maybe then she would be able to slaughter him with a clearer head.

That moment was everywhere. She could've released his hand while he dangled over the chasm. She could've left him to fight off the living hands and eventually get himself strangled in the process.

She could've left him to die at almost every turn. She could've brought him down when he was weak and helpless—but why didn't she?

Maybe because he had helped her. Maybe he had held out his hand happily for her more often than not. Maybe he had promised to give her a life better than the one she was living—just because he cared for her.

She started to feel something inside her gut: it felt like bugs crawling inside her, and it only happened when he looked at her that one way, or when he came back for her time and time again. She started to wonder if she was growing sick or dying.

She tried to ignore it, to focus on the goal, trying to find the urge to snap his neck—but it was no use.

He...he was too nice. Too loving, despite her demonic features that made her feared by all. It angered her that she was growing weak for this boy.

But at the same time, she felt...happy. Yeah—she felt happy around him, because anytime he smiled at her, she felt loved.

So she didn't listen to her father—no, the Eye's—screams at her to drain him of blood, to tear his head clean off his body, to weaken him beyond repair. She decided that it was high time for her to live her own life. Maybe, just maybe, a happy life. Maybe with...him.

How could she be so stupid??