Little Nightmares Chef Real Face Novels & Stories

I tell him. “What do you mean?” He asks me. “Well, when we first met Edna she was this sweet old lady but somehow Chef knew that wasn't her real face so she then changed to her normal ish face, and I say normal is because her real face is nothing to write home about.” I tell him and just thinking about it makes shivers run down my spine. “So you're saying that it's possible that these witches can also change their faces and look like whoever they want?” He asks and he has a worried look on his face.

My back slammed into a rushing river and I couldn’t breathe as I swallowed the water. I woke up immediately, gasping for air. It almost felt like I was really drowning. That dream felt too real. Shaking it off, I slipped into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would wash my nightmare away. I was almost done rinsing my hair when the door creaked open. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. “You should eat,” Luca’s deep voice rumbled. “ The chefs made something you might enjoy,” he added. I ignored him and tied a towel around my body as I stepped out. He was seated on the bed, watching me like I had committed a crime.

That was a weird dream, and more so because Lola had the exact same one. “Did you have any dreams, Lola?” Jax asked. He fiddled with the knife between his fingers. His thick eyebrows, which rarely moved when he talked, suddenly furrowed, and his eyes narrowed to slits. Lola gulped. She put down her fork and grabbed the napkin. “No, nothing,” she said and wiped her mouth. The door in the kitchen opened just as they finished their meal. A man stepped out with a chef’s hat, a round stomach, and the biggest smile that Lola had ever seen. He was missing a front tooth on the upper row. Still, he didn’t shy away from a smile.

I sign in uneasiness while wiping out sweets from my face. I don't know why I had this dream. It was not my usual nightmare which I used to see all the time. Who was that person? That voice is so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. The door to my room cracked open. “Good you are awake. Come let's go and eat our dinner,” Nina said to me. Taking a deep breath I nodded at her and got out of bed. After washing my face I went down for dinner. When I went down Nina's dad was also there “Hello uncle” I said to get his attention from his files.

She left the room and I thanked the heavens that she was gone. Hunger drove me to the kitchen some hours later. I'd hoped to find the chef busy at work but instead, I saw Cricket. She cheerily grabbed a frying pan and held it up as if it were a stage prop. "Grealish. What took you long?" She said so casually. "I know you must be starving. Fear not! For breakfast, I shall create the most magnificent omelet known to mankind!" I took a step back, observing her with growing trepidation. "What's wrong with you? You seem—different." My voice lowered as I added. "I still don't know how you made it to my room like a fucking ghost."

he said, and I looked at him, surprised for the umpteenth time. "You should've just told me to wait for a little while if the chef was on his way. It wasn't like I was going to die out of hunger, you know. Anyways, thank you so much for being so considerate. The food was delicious," I said, meaning every word genuinely. This makes me realize, I am a hell of a lot more genuine around him than I have ever been, and for some reason, I was liking the feeling of it. Seeing that it was only 9:30 pm, and I had no intention of going to my room and sleeping because I know the nightmares are going to haunt my nights, I bit my lips as my gaze fell on the TV.

I looked down, taking my gaze away from him, before looking to the other side. "Huh.. ?" I hmph at his words like an idiot, and when I saw the look on his face. I fiddled with my fingers, slowly raising my gaze. I apologised. "I'm sorry…" "Get me some egg scramble and fries" he cooed without sparing me any stare. I dashed out of the room off to the kitchen. Chef Collin was already in the kitchen. He was smiling but then the smile on his face sudden cones to an abrupt end as he shot me a deadly glare as if I was the cause of his nightmare.

She closed her eyes and took a breath before looking over at him. “Have you been sleeping?” Jonathan asked her as he looked at her. She shrugged “Oh you know…when I pass out yeah…but not for long…the nightmares keep me awake…and I lose my appetite most days so, no, I haven’t been eating fully either…” She was honest in her answer. Jonathan shakes his head and a door bursts open from across the room. She stood up and smiled then her back faced the camera as she pulled up her mask. “A little late to the party fellas..”

So from today onwards, Maya knew she might not have enough sleep until she managed to cultivate the mutated plant she wanted at Evan's house. "Miss Finola! Mixing all that up..." The chef who had previously only been standing aside to watch Maya was immediately frightened when the girl fearlessly started mixing chemical ingredients that she herself had no idea what use to vegetables, as if the girl was an evil witch. Now the chef is starting to suspect, that this harmless cute-looking girl is actually a psychopath in the guise of a cute girl who looks normal like any other kid.

"Or is he just joking? But since when can that cheapskate joke?" "Ah! I'm going crazy thinking about this!" Feli resumed her steps. "No, he's not a cannibal. His face, although it often looks unfriendly, is not creepy." Feli continued to babble to herself in between her footsteps towards her own room. ***