Little Nightmares The Butterfly Effect

Hopeless Situation

Six sighed heavily as she tested the raft, first making sure that it floated properly and second making sure it could support her weight, for she knew that in a few minutes, she would be the only one to leave the Nest.
With a bit of a drop, Six ass-planted onto the raft, it sank a little under the force of the drop but it seemed to be supporting the weight of her just fine. A small splash of water shot up from the ocean and hit Six's bare feet but honestly, the cold water on her soles didn't bother her.
The little girl quietly bit her bottom lip with her sharp fangs as she tried to suppress the tears that were trying their hardest to pop out from her eyes but her emotions were winning. She whimpered pathetically, bringing both hands to her face to cover it as tears slipped down her pale cheeks, her quiet sniffles turning into heartbroken wailing that normally she would have regretted making, but now she didn't care.
But if one had to go through the same bullshit she had to go through several fucking times, they would be feeling broken and shattered into a thousand pieces. Six wasn't so good at expressing how she was feeling but if she had to try, she felt like someone who had everything they ever had ripped out, leaving nothing behind but a broken shell of a person.
Six sniffed and hiccuped, cupping her hands together into fists and bringing them up to rub at her tears, spreading them all over her face instead of getting rid of them. She sighed heavily and tugged on the hem of her white T-shirt and brought it to her face, the surprisingly gentle fabric doing a much better job at cleaning her face then her hands.
A soft wind blew through her hair causing Six to lower her shirt from her now dry face, she looked up and around as fear started to take hold of her heart, she hoped that no monster had heard her crying, it wouldn't help her to get captured or would it? As she sat by herself on the old wooden raft that she and Raine had set up earlier before the latter had to go in order to take care of things she wouldn't say, the thought of the cycle came into her head until it was all she could think about.
Six sighed heavily, turning her sorrowful gaze to the ocean, she winced when she swore she saw the image of a young woman wearing a kimono and white mask covering her face with her hair tied up in a bun with a ponytail flowing down her back. Six gasped and punched the image of the Lady or rather herself with her left hand, causing the water to ripple and shift under the force of her punch till it returned to normal revealing Six's tear stained face staring back at her.
With an angry snort of self-loathing and sadness, Six jumped off the raft and started climbing the cliffs that would take her back to the Nest where Raine and the Pretender were waiting ready for the final chase that would end both of their lives, starting the second phase of the cycle where Six would meet Mono then get kidnapped by the Thin Man who was under the control of the Signal Tower. Then Mono would defeat the Thin Man then get betrayed by her, his friend, the one he saved many times and she...
The tears started once again and Six had to bite her lip even harder, surprising herself when it didn't bleed from the force of her bite. The anger and sadness that was bubbling inside her guts fueled her body and she pushed herself up the rocky wall more than what her body was capable of doing till she reached the top.
When she made it, Six turned around to face the ocean, watching the waves crash into the pointed rocks below the Nest much harder than she remembered. The little girl's thoughts took a dark turn as she wondered about jumping off the cliff to splash into the water below. Yes, she would die, but in all honesty, dying sounded way more appealing than having to lose Raine and Mono for what felt like the sixth time.
In all honesty, Six didn't know how many times she befriended Raine only to lose her by the Pretender's hands, befriended Mono then lose him by her own hand or how many times the cycle had gone on since she had been living in it for Lord knows how long, but the time stopped mattering to her, everything stopped mattering to her. Cuz' it seemed no matter what, she will always survive and the Signal Tower will too.
Not even dying herself will stop the cycle, she will just be brought back to live another day and become her or... Six shuddered at even the thought of her as she turned away from the cliffs, going back to a place she knew very well: the higher cliff where she honed her tiny muscles and dropped a goddamn boulder on the Pretender to try to save Raine only for their enemy in question to magically recover and charge at her friend, causing her to fall.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of her thoughts but they kept coming back as if preparing herself for what would happen next. Despite her knowing everything that happened in this god forsaken cycle, it wouldn't stop the shattering in her heart, it was already broken from the first time this happened and it would keep breaking with each cycle that will no doubt go on.
With careful movements, Six climbed down a set of rocks made for climbing and approached a raised log, no doubt the one Raine used to help her cross over the ocean. She gave a sigh and sat down on the ground, waiting for Raine to come down and push it to let her cross, she buried her face in her arms, waiting and ready to fully accept what was going to happen, willing herself to not cry because it would be pointless and a waste of her energy.
The only thing she could do was repeat the same thing since there was no hope for a change to happen. Since she was completely hopeless by this point, she didn't take notice of the sky above slightly darkening and becoming a bit cloudy with the wind picking up speed with each passing minute.
Below her near the rocks of the Nest, Scarf Kid and his companions had finished gathering up supplies that they needed for their escape and were loading them onto their boat made out of a door, fabric from the Pretender's dresses and more. As they did so, Scarf Kid nervously looked up at the sky for a few seconds before dismissing the warnings his body was giving him and climbing aboard. Escape was around the corner and today was the day they will escape the Nest and this terrible cycle. Though Scarf Kid was grateful to be free of the Pretender, he gave most of his gratitude in the yellow raincoat who freed him and her companion in white for making this happen.
Unknown to them, the ember butterfly observed the situation from the skies, observing her granddaughter, her granddaughter-in-law, the ruler of the Nest from inside her home and the escaped children she or her granddaughter had guided to safety. She was certain the girl in the raincoat had taken notice of her, after all, her bright orange wings would've been very noticeable to anyone's eyes even the residents of the Nest and her kindness to others was reflected in Raine's behavior, then later her granddaughter-in-law when she had fallen in love with her grandson.
However even if nobody noticed her, she still did her duty of getting tons of innocent lives out of that former death trap, a death trap for her granddaughter and the Pretender. She winced at those awful memories, memories that she had to witness while examining each cycle, trying to find a crack, a way to change, a way to break this never ending loop. It was going to be difficult, that she knew for sure as the Signal Tower was a much older, tricky creature that not many knew about for it had been banished from the world for thousands of years. She had seen what it did, what it was capable of doing to others...
But still, she had to try to end its rampage, if not for the sake of the Pale City but the sake of her family in the Maw and Pale City, even the ones who weren't related to her. They had suffered enough as of late, they didn't need any more. This had to stop, it had to stop right now. As she continued observing the children down below, most notably the broken girl in white climbing up the cliffs of the Nest before curling into a ball on one, a black aura floated around her for a few seconds before taking on a familiar form to the children who were unfortunate enough to cross his path even years in combat.
The North Wind looked down at the situation below him, his single eye narrowing as if he was familiarizing himself with what had happened in the previous cycles. He caught sight of the girl in white, his granddaughter and the others near the water or the mansion before it lit up in realization. He looked back up at her, a cocky but affectionate look that he always held in his eyes whenever he looked at her as if giving permission, she merely nodded unsure but willing. "Shall we begin?"