Little Nightmares Chef Real Face Novels & Stories

But fuck… It was worth it. “Find out The Chef’s base. We are paying him a visit tomorrow.” I barked at Kaito who was still facing the dining room. “Already did. He owns a restaurant in Worthing. Specializes in fish dishes. He became famous after he caught his underboss selling him to his enemies, then chopped him into pieces and cooked him, before serving the said enemies food made out of his flesh. Apparently, that shook the entire underworld.” And I was not even aware of it.

The next couple of days start to get rougher unfortunately. When I hear Dominic yelling at the top of his lungs at the chef, I know there is something really wrong, “This food tastes like shit!” He points to the plate he is holding. Then he continues stating, “What is it anyway?” The chef stares at him in disbelief before stating quietly with his head down, “Shrimp Scampi. I was hoping something different would make you feel better. I’m sorry you didn’t approve of it.”

He places his little hand on my cheek and says, "You had that nightmare dream again, didn't you, mummy?" I smile. He calls it a nightmare, as I have woken a few times screaming and then crying, as it always feels so real when I have it. "Yes, sweetheart, I did, but it's okay. It's only a dream, it's not real." I give him a tight squeeze, not sure if I truly believe my own words, I then say as I start to move, "Come on, little munchkin, let's get some breakfast."

I weakly promised her because she might scream and turn the sleepers blue. "Mr. Ales?" it is still confirmed. I nodded my head and saw that he had grabbed his chest and it seemed like a thorn had been pulled out. "I'm really sorry and I was scared. Lady Elena looks exactly like you, so I thought she was haunting me." I scratched the back of my neck. I never thought that an immortal like him would be afraid of a ghost. I'm not afraid of them, but I'm more afraid of scary shows. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect anyone to be working at this time," I replied to him. Who would have thought that it was almost midnight but someone was still peeling potatoes? Does peeling potatoes also have a graveyard s

“I was hurt. I didn’t want anything that reminded me of you. You gave me that phone.” “I’m sorry.” “I know. Have you had something to eat?” I asked him. “No, I didn’t want to stop on the way. What did Chef make?” “No idea. I skipped breakfast.” His face shuffled between worried and shocked. The confusion made me laugh. “Come on. Let’s go get some food.” He said sitting up on the bed. My tummy chose that moment to growl, making us both laugh. Chef was upset because we didn’t show up fot breakfast and he had to throw eggs out because they were cold.

My appetite has died, recalling the unpleasant and horrible sight from the nightmare. I don't wanna admit it but I'm waiting for Luce. in his presence, I'll get rid of my fear. At least, I can hope that. My head jerks at the door as I hear the sound of utensils in the kitchen. I saunter to the kitchen, without giving any thought. Though, my nightmare from last night is sending me a warning. I'm actually expecting a ghost in the kitchen. I heave out as I look at him, making coffee for himself. He's wearing a simple ivory cotton shirt and trousers. He looks like an angel. His gaze lifts to me, "Hi, Do you like your breakfast?" he asks, smiling.

I asked him, his eyes widen as soon as I said that, looking at me in disbelief “Did you just question my ability to prepare a good meal?” He asked I sucked in a laugh, looking at him with a straight face “I believe I did, can you cook?” I asked again, he scoffed “Do you know what people call me? Chef Delectablehands.” He says, I burst out laughing as soon as I heard that. “Chef Delectable, did you just make that up right now?” I asked, he nodded solemnly but his eyes lit up once again.

*** I wasn’t even planning on showing my face to Sylus after what happened last night, but then Natalia went to my room and forced me to go downstairs to have breakfast with them. “Did you have a good sleep last night?” Sylus asked me nonchalantly as if he didn’t do anything perverted last night. I almost glared at him, good thing I was able to control myself. “N-Not really. I actually had a nightmare.” “A nightmare? You had a bad dream, mommy?” Natalia asked. “Right. I dreamt about a monster kissing me,” I said. All of a sudden, Sylus began laughing like a total psychopath. He was laughing so hard that made Natalia and I look at him in confusion.

“One day he came back early when I was having my lunch. I don’t know how but I froze. My feet didn’t remember how to run away. Michel asked the chef why I was eating late, and I was scared that he might kill again. Just because the chef fed me late, he might kill him. I pleaded and pleaded not to kill him, I told him it was my fault. Thank God! He heard me and let the chef go. “Then one night I was having a nightmare and I was woken up by him. In my dream, I kept seeing him killing again and again and then pointing his gun at me. When I woke up, he was directly in front of me. I shouted in shock and tried getting away from him. But he held me tightly and calmed my nerves down.

My brows shoot up in shock, watching him like he’s on the other side of a screen and not right in front of me. Why did he do that? On cue, a tall, white man with blond hair, wearing a full chef’s outfit with the hat, emerges from the kitchen. There’s a bright smile on his face that falters for a second as his eyes fall on me, then they widen and instantly shift to Marciano who is watching him with a scowl. “Good evening, I’m Chris Moreno, but you can call me Chef M, and I’ll be feeding you both tonight,” the man introduces with a slight accent and a lisp.