Little Nightmares Six's Face Novels & Stories

And just like that, my mind finds the darkness. Another nightmare. Another memory in order. Two sixteen am. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes, attempting to block out the last remnants of a sleep deprived moment. The nightmares are becoming more and more vivid. This time, I could swear I felt the broken ribs, the swollen eyes and lips, and the bruises all along my torso. That was the worst punishment father had ever given me and thanks to my insight with Jed. That was the same night father found out that Nicholas Cole, had played him.

I woke, hours later, to Kitty screaming and crying in her sleep. "It's okay. I'm here. It's me, Craig. You're safe." I said, pulling her close so she can see my face. She woke up and looked at me in the dark. "Craig?" she asked as my door crashed open to reveal Dad and Clay standing there with Mom behind them. "Everything is fine. She just had a nightmare." I told them. Dad and Mom looked relieved but Clay looked pissed. "I'm so sorry." Kitty said through her tears.

She slams the door behind us, pressing her back against it. I turn from where I may face down on the ground. June looks petrified, her eyes glinting with memories of all the books on Phantom Wolves she's read. I start to laugh. "Oh, I gotcha so good!" Her terrified expression dissolves into one of pure anger, as she realises that what I just pulled, was nothing but a prank. "I didn't see a Phantom, but I did see your face as pale as anything," I say, failing to keep the humour from my voice. I stand, levelling myself with a livid June.

Nat's POV "Hey princess" someone calls out to me in my sleep. I groan in my sleep and turn around. "Wake up!"someone whisper -yells. I slowly stir out of my sleep and open my eyes. Nick is on top of me with his face inches away from mine and he has a knife in his hand. Have the nightmares gone so bad that now they've become the reality? "You're not real," I say to him and try to change my dream.

He sat me down carefully, then crouched in front of me, bringing himself level with my face. His hand stayed on my cheek, "Look at me." I did. His eyes were softer now, "What happened?" I shook my head, wiping at my face, "I had a nightmare." "I figured." "No," I grabbed his wrist before he could move his hand away, "It wasn't just a nightmare." He waited, "Tell me." I took a shaky breath, "I can't seem to get the faces of those children out of my head." Something changed in his expression, but he didn't interrupt me.

My eyes were closing because of the medicine and I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night. I was breathing heavily. I had a dream about me. I saw my younger self being tied in ropes beside a boy. He was also tied in ropes. We were in some kind of old wooden house. I saw a vampire coming towards me and then the boy sitting beside me started to turn into a wolf. He broke the ropes and attacked the vampire to save me. After that I woke up. It was a nightmare which I saw more oftenly. But after visiting a psychiatrist, these nightmares stopped coming. I couldn't sleep after that. I was scared of Nick.

Not until the very end and sometimes even then I wasn't done. The perspiration was heavy on my forehead and I wiped it away with my palm, frowning at the sluggish movement of my arm and the way the room seemed to fade in and out. The lights flared overhead and I was blinded temporarily, stumbling into someone on my left, kept buoyant only by the proximity of bodies. Feeling a shove from behind, I turned to see who the fuck would dare to push me. The face that greeted me twisted into a molten mass of flesh, pulled tight over bone. White, colourless eyes stared at me. A mouth full of long razor sharp teeth turned upwards in an awful, nightmarish grin.

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye and we burst into shrieks of laughter. For the first time, as what seemed like forever, I slept tranquilly that following night. The reunion with my buddies seemed to have brought back my sleep as well. The nightmare struck me again like every night as I found myself pacing through the black forest again with the glowing moon guiding my way through the umbra. As usual, I discovered the castle and heard the despicable scream, but this time, my eyes fell on the night sky…which gradually moulded and took the form of that dreadful face with pointed incisors and bloodshot pupil-less eyes and face white as a sheet, whose blood-curdling cackle shook the c