Warped Reality | Little Nightmares

02 | The Pale City

Helloo againn, just a little warning there is some violence within some parts of the story. Once again, I apologize for my grammar and lack of creativity. Enjoy?

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The sweet yet soulless aroma of death wafted throughout the city, haunting those who traversed to these forbidden lands. The once abundant expanse of the city was filled with a daunting amount of worn-down buildings, and corpses littered over the grown streets. The lingering stench of death, just over the corner, paired with a mass amount of viewers who seem to be glued watching the static of the televisions.

Dang, these guys sure love watching, I thought to myself.

     There's no way I can fight all of them. As I observed them through the window, I closed the book I was reading. Standing up, my footsteps echoed back to my ears as I walked to my bedroom to open up my closet, the slightest glint of brown catching my eye. Staring at it, I noticed it was something that I used to wear a while back.

     Sitting up with a groan, my lids weighed heavily on my eyes, my tiredness flowing through my body as I turned my head to look around me. It was dark, there was barely anything that I could see properly except for the TV that glowed underneath the moon's light and the eerie trees that surrounded me. 

     As I walked away to traverse the woods, each step I took haunted me, sending shivers through my spine as tree by tree, there were thousands of traps scattered through its leaves. The wind caressed my neck, giggling in my ears as the breeze was harsh and cold. It wasn't until I found a house did I finally realize I yearned for warmth as my body shivered from the coldness of the night.

     I warily climbed up the window, infiltrating who ever owned this place. It wasn't long before I heard some sort of song. At first, I was scared, but after exploring the place for a while, I realized it was soothing to my ears. It was calm, it felt like for the first time ever I was... safe?

     After roaming around a bit, I noticed a door ajar. I warily entered it, I could barely see, I felt my skin tingling from how chill it was. I looked around cautiously, and I saw something glinting at the corner of my eye. It was an axe, impaled to a box. Upon seeing it, I was frightened knowing there was someone that still lives here.

     I didn't want to imagine what would happen if I came across the owner of it. I exited the room, and went on to check where the music was coming from. I went closer, and I was greeted by an entrance. It was the size of an open pet door covered by a bunch of planks. I carefully approached silently, and I saw someone the age of me playing with something that looks like a music box.

     I tried calling out to the person, but it wasn't distinct enough for them to hear. I told them to wait right before sprinting my way back to the previous room. I carefully climbed the boxes, and jumped towards it, clinging onto the axe. I used my weight to loosen it, and fell to the floor finally getting it out.

     I let out a groan, and tried lifting it up. I had to drag it as the axe scraped  the floor on my way back. Upon seeing the entrance once again, I swung my axe, and planks went flying. The music stopped, and I heard someone softly gasp in the room. I swung my axe again and finally made a hole big enough for me to slip into.

     I slowly entered the room, trying my best to limit my movements to make it seem I'm not one of them. There, I saw a girl, hugging her knees. I slowly approached her hiding spot, and called out for her. I held my hand out as I went down on one knee. It wasn't long until she crawled out slowly, she reached out her hand as if she was accepting my help until she ran past me and pushed me aside.