Little Nightmares Six's Face Novels & Stories

Ellie “Please don’t run away from me. Please, Daddy, don't leave me with her!” I jolted awake, my heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the night. My wide-eyed gaze scanned the darkness of my room as I forced my breathing and heartbeat to align. The face of my 6-year-old self remained photographed in my mind. I couldn’t shake away her teary eyes and bruised body as she ran after her father, stopping only to watch as he drove further away from the house, leaving her with Satan herself.

Specifically not from a human who is willingly associated with these bloodsuckers. Her sigh was loaded, a mix of frustration and something like pity. "Fine. Just stay put till dinner's over, then you can head to your dorm for the night," she said, clearly done with the conversation. I was just getting somewhat comfortable when, judging by June's reaction, an apparent celebrity entered the room. Sir Dane, prince of the night or whatever, waltzed in looking like a walking, talking GQ cover... carrying a grown-ass adult girl wearing a onesie and sucking on a pacifier. The sight was so bizarre and out of place that it was almost laughable. "June, she is acting up again. She put a pea up her nose

Are you okay? I had a bad dream last night and now I’m so scared for us. I’m worried. Just tell me something. Please. I watched the screen until my eyes burned, waiting for the little dots to appear. There was nothing from him. The silence in the room grew deafening. When June finally breezed in an hour later, muttering something off-key about crazy classes while balancing two paper cups of coffee, she took one look at me and groaned. “Oh no. You look like a depressed marshmallow.”

She looked at his face, sketching out his features, form his cutely pointed nose to his cute lips, his well arranged brows and his neat eye lashes. He was so cute, beyond words. She made to touch his face, then he spoke. “Mommy please, save me” “Don't let me go.” He kept saying as he was sweating profusely. ‘omg he has nightmares too.’ Ava thought. She looked at him with pity before pulling him to her chest and also giving him a good cuddle. He became calm a bit and stopped sleeping talking. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Ava whose eyes were on his face.

LENA'S POV Three days before the Blood Moon, the nightmares started. Nightmares that felt like memories. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw fire, forest burning and dead wolves. I saw ancient stone ruins covered in blood and standing in the middle of it all was a woman with crimson eyes. She had my face, my hair and my eyes. The same woman from the six-hundred-year-old drawing. She never spoke a word, only watching me with those keen crimson eyes.

His lips parted like he was saying something, but it was too low—I couldn’t hear it or even tell what it was. “Nick, please,” I said in a low, shaky voice as I moved the hair from his face. “It’s me. You’re having a nightmare. You need to wake up.” And then his eyes suddenly flew open. He sat up quickly, looking around. He was panting, breathing heavily. “Nick,” I called and when he looked at me, I froze. His eyes, goddess, his eyes were completely dark, and it scared me. He didn’t look human at that moment. He was something else.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

"Juana! Juana!" She heard someone call her name and she opened her eyes, expecting to find herself in the empty, deserted, scary room but she had been dreaming, a very scary dream. "Juana are you okay?" She wiped her eyes with her left thumb. The table clock read 6:30am.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Aaron, Six, and Travis were chugging their coffee while walking in the mall. "Are we going to buy anything or keep walking like tramps in the mall..." Travis asked, "Find me in a game area, once you guys get free from your shopping..." Six said and tried to leave but Aaron grabbed her hand, pulled her close to him, and wrap her arm around her neck, Six made faces as if she was choking, "Dude, are you trying to kill me...?"