Little Nightmares Six's Face Novels & Stories

I stood up this time, the sleep finally leaving my eyes. “Kimberly!” I rolled my eyes. Just in time. My mum and her flair for being my second riser. “I can't believe you would still be in bed at 10:00 in the morning” huh? My eyes flew to the alarm, widening in consternation. Memories immediately started trickling in. Last night I had had the nightmare and this time, it was as vivid as the rest, I had seen this man with the face of a god, and he had held me in his arms like I was delicate porcelain and he feared I could break.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

From this, it could be seen that Dreamless Nightmare's battle power at the moment, didn't seem to be high, it was just that he was able to control people with his nightmares, and the most fragile part of a person's heart was often presented in the form of a nightmare, and everyone, had nightmares. Xiao Dust held the Blood Lotus Demon Blade and looked around, both eyes covered in blood, "You monster derived from someone else's nightmare, you can't even be considered a walking corpse, come out! Bastard!" "Huh. ......" "Hehe your mom's head!" Xiao Chuan listened to the sound and kicked to the back, kicking at Dream Nightmare with unerring precision, kicking him down and directly smashing a smal

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

"That’s what I need you to find out." Aaron finally sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, send me the details. I’ll dig around. But don’t get your hopes up—finding out the truth might be a lot messier than you’re hoping." As they spoke, a nurse suddenly rushed over, her face filled with urgency. "Dr. Aaron! The patient in Room 108 is having severe nightmares. She’s trembling, and we can’t seem to wake her up!" Lucas's heart clenched. Ella.

For a moment, the room feels heavy, and then finally, his voice breaks through the silence. “I’ve been having nightmares,” he whispers, his small voice cracking. “About the scary lady we met at the amusement park. She was really mean, Mommy. She… she kicked away my stuffed bunny. I was so scared, and ever since then, I keep dreaming about her.” His eyes finally lift, locking onto mine. The fear swimming in them is raw, tangible, and it hits me like a punch to the chest. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel the tightness in my throat.

As I look up to observe the room, I feel a pinch on my back I turn and it's Greta injecting me that is the last thing I see before I pass out. “Don't be ridiculous J, she's our only option” “Mom, I love her” “What does that have to do with saving the world?” “It's not fair” I can hear J and Greta arguing in my sleep I'm not fully conscious and I'm struggling to get awake. “What's not fair?” I murmur out. Both of them keep quite at once they notice I'm drowsy but awake. I try to open my eyes but it feels impossible so I go back to sleep. My mind keeps running around and I keep having nightmares of getting butchered

And then I see Dave and Adam standing in the front row of her zombie army. Abruptly, I wake up screaming for the second time. Darting my eyes around, I notice it's early morning. Dave is still sleeping; nothing could wake him up, not even an earthquake. However, Adam bolts around to meet my eyes with fear mirrored in the black of his eyes. "Another nightmare?" His gigantic eyes worriedly scan me as if searching for wounds. The irises of his eyes are as large as windows, yet I find them soothing. "Yeah," I mumble tiredly.

She had thought she had it handled. None of that had accounted for the specific, physical reality of being in the same room as this man. Looking at this face. The face that had been present in her nightmares—not always the same features, but always the same quality of presence. The face that went with the voice she had heard through a locked door when she was six years old, the last night her world had been whole. She pressed the coldness flat. She held it down with the same technique she used to hold her gift back when she was in situations where using it without permission would cause more problems than it solved.

“You sleep funny…” “I sleep… funny?” Lotte asked back, her left eyebrow raising slightly. “Yeah,” The boy nodded, his little hands outstretched as he placed them both on either side of Charlotte’s face. “You breathe a lot. It was like you were running…” “Oh,” Charlotte nodded. Savoring how those little hands were cool to the touch, “I was having a bit of a nightmare. Sorry if I woke you.” Matty shook his head, his gaze filling with understanding. “I have nightmares too. That is why I am in here. I wanted to smell your vanilla skin and feel better. Kay?”