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starseaweed · 1 month

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Part two is here! It was originally just one big block of text that I’ve split into smaller sections, and this comes directly after the first piece so the previous part is very necessary for understanding what’s happening!

~ Despite his habits, Loud continued to survive, and so Mono and Six kept following him. Making sure to always stay out of sight, while getting to see many things. Monsters, like a large Adult that marched forward with boots even louder than Loud. And more not-Adults, two that died, and one that stayed with Loud for a little while.

Six had pointed at Loud and the one that stayed, comparing the pair to themselves. She seemed to think she was like the other not-adult, a woman with dark glasses and a cool temperament. Nose wrinkled under his bag, Mono had shaken his head. The woman had saved Loud from the Adults, just like how Mono saved Six many times. Until Loud saved the woman, hurting himself in the process.

Six had folded her arms and smirked, but Mono was more concerned for their guide. They needed to keep moving, and Loud was their way forward. Without him, they had no defense against the twisted Adults that came by. If he wasn’t going to move, they had to just continue on without him.

He seemed soundly asleep, at least for now. His body slumped and unmoving against the wall where the glasses woman had carefully laid him. Mono, still debating what to do, failed to notice Six approaching Loud. She kicked him once to see if he was still alive.

Turning around, Mono saw her standing right next to Loud’s boot and panicked. “Oi…!” What are you doing?! Six gestured. “…ahh.” He has weapons we can use.

Spreading his arms wide and pointing, Mono indicated, He’s still alive. Then he tilted his head. How would we use his weapons?! You can barely hold one of those round things! “Fight.” She crossed her arms. He has lots of weapons. I’ll find something.

With that, she started poking around the unconscious not-Adult, and Mono sighed. Well, he had been wanting to pocket one of the keys Loud had held onto, plus the not-adult seemed firmly asleep. Shaking himself, Mono clambered out of the vent he’d been hiding in, and nervously paced up to Loud. Though the glasses woman had bandaged his wound, it still looked pretty serious. Maybe this would be fine, after all?

As his partner started pulling out the ammunition from Loud’s weaponry, Mono started digging through numerous oversized pockets. He pulled out bundles of plants, spare ammunition, a knife… But where was the key? Staring up at the imposing not-Adult’s figure, Mono inhaled, and clambered on top of him. “Oi!” Six gasped. Are you crazy? He grunted in response as he peeled open a satchel. This was your idea! A little “Ah.” escaped his lips when he finally found the key.

Grabbing a weapon similar to the round exploding one she liked, Six did her best to motion while her arms were full. “Hey!” You got the stupid key. Let’s go!

“Okay.” I’m going, I’m going! Mono huffed, realizing that the fancy key wouldn’t fit under his coat like the others. He’d just have to carry it with both hands. As he slipped his way down Loud’s sleeping form, he kept a tight hold of it, right up until he dropped back to the floor.

The key clattered, and he bit his tongue. With a groan, Loud shifted, his arm almost knocking into Mono. “Ah!” Holding her new weapon tight, Six turned around. You dummy! Mono fumbled with the key for a second, before picking it up and dashing in her direction. He could hear Loud mumbling something, before the not-Adult sucked in a breath.

“Ada?” ~

What do you think? I wanted to have Mono and Six communicating, but that clashes with the original games’ lack of dialogue. The heavy silence is a big part of the atmosphere, and the children had no one to teach them proper language, so they use mostly non-verbal ques! First | Next

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queen0fm0nsterz · 1 year

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You make a lot of bodacious and radalicious art and takes on the canon Itty Bitty Nightmares, but one thing I see brought up ( Although I haven't scoured your entire archives tbh ) is the "Eyes". That would be the Flesh Walls / Signal Tower? What is your take on that fine ensemble? Their purpose? Motivation, if any at all? Is it even sapient?

First of all thank you, this is the first time EVER my art is referred to as "bodacious and radalicious". I had to look up what it meant and I'll say I'm very flattered.

The Eye I keep referring to encapsulates a whole variety of... elements in the LN world of which the Signal Tower and the Maw are also part. It takes physical form with the Flesh, but it's everywhere and anywhere. It's in decorations, paintings, on the walls and occasionally it can even be found arranged in natural elements (I have never forgotten the stone eye in cave at the end of VLN).

The way it keeps being presented, I would almost suggest it's considered to be a deity. The part of it that resides in the Signal Tower, which is the Flesh, is one I oftenly refer to as "Them" in my works. My personal interpretation of it is that it's a collective consciousness, where every person absorbed by it through the TVs becomes part of the hive, whose only purpose is to keep itself alive and growing by leeching off the world and its people.

(I have a theory that the other "spiritual" half of the Flesh resides in the Maw, but I will elaborate on this more on the Ladies powerpoint... or if I'm asked I suppose)

However, when it comes to what it actually is... hard to say. Since I've seen a few people refer to the Flesh as a "lovecraftian horror" looking monster, I got interested in seeing how true the statement could ring, and what do you know! There is a monster that could potentially be considered akin to the Flesh.

This is called a "shoggoth".

It a sentient amalgamation of flesh that drags itself around and there are multiple of them; they were originated as mindless creatures meant to server the Elder Things (which are another class of sentient beings not to be confused with the Old Ones, of which Chtulu is part), but during the eons they developed a conciousness and decided that they weren't going to be slaves any longer. They rebelled against their creators and started establishing societies of their own, becoming so powerful that even the Old Ones seek allyships with them.

The thing that caught my attention is why they were used as slaves. Apparently they have the ability of morphing into any building and object, which the Elder Things used to their advantage when building their own cities.

In the Lovecraft universe, these beings are known to live in remote parts of Earth, such as Antartica or deep in the sea (MHHHH), but they also have their own cities scattered around the universe which they built modeled after the ones they were originally forced to build by the Elder Things. To kill its victims, it envelopes them in their flesh and tears off their heads.

Now, the shoggoth has quite a few differences from the Flesh, mostly in appearance - the shoggoth are given mouths and occasionally even tentacles in a few depictions - but this could be a very good starting point to begin to wrap our heads around what the Flesh could be, and what it's purpose is.

Also, before ending this post, one final thing I'd like to point out: the Signal Tower is not what manipulates the Transmission, Mono is. It's the reason why it needs Mono to be its host; it was standing just fine when Six was inside of it, but Six has no control over the Transmission, so ultimately she would have been useless to their growth.

And the fact that it purposely helps Mono reach Six so that he may be betrayed later on leads me to believe that it is sapient and knows exactly what it needs for its twisted cycle to continue.

Thank you for your ask!

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #ln theory #ln 2 theory #little nightmares theory #ln meta #the eye #ln the eye #ln mono #mono #ln six #six #{THEY ARE ONLY MENTIONED BUT IN SPIRIT THEY ARE HERE... THEY GO WHEREVER THE EYE WANTS THEM TO #im sooo silly actually #let me be insane.. the voices...}#tw gore #lovecraft #{JUST IN CASE... TAGGING JUST IN CASE...#i have a Moderage knowledge of the lovecraftian lore and this is the right moment to put it to use}

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bunnaoi · 2 years

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Choose your next words carefully, Seer.

Quick sketches with some quick colors slapped over, anatomy looks rough because I haven’t been drawing as much lately.

#little nightmares #little nightmares art #little nightmares oc #little nightmares seer #little nightmares Six #little nightmares fanart #little nightmares mono (mentioned)#little nightmares kids #little nightmares characters #digital art #digital sketch #digital artwork #clip studio paint

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incorrect-nightmares · 2 years

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six: i’ve killed people.

mono: same!

#little nightmares #mono #six #incorrect quotes #tw kill mention #ALL JOKES

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b0y-artist · 5 months

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Is it gay to memorize your best friend's morning cup of joe? Asking for a friend.

"Sev? Is everything okay?" A smooth voice he knew all too well snapped him out of his internal tirade. Using that *damn* nickname. Seven felt his face grow hotter.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What did I miss?" Seven stuttered, trying to make it seem like he *wasn't* just spacing out. Even though it was probably pretty noticeable at this point. Mono knew him better than anybody else, and could read him like a book. Which was ironic, since Mono didn't even like to read.

"The room number is 129, now c'mon! I wanna see our place!" Mono yelled excitedly, thankfully already forgetting about Seven's temporary dissociation as he ran up the carpeted staircase, rocking on his heels impatiently as he waited for Seven by the door.

Seven chuckled as he scaled the seemingly endless stairway, trying to reach his restlessly hyper friend as quickly as possible. "Sevennnnn, c'mon! You're so slow!" As if on cue, he could already hear Mono's childish whining. Shaking his head fondly at his friend's antics, Seven finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Not my fault these *pant* stairs are so long." he muttered, trying to catch his breath as Mono continued to pout. "That's no excuse. Perhaps you should exercise more, Fellon." Mono playfully teased, a shit-eating smirk on his face.

Seven rolled his eyes as he moved past Mono to unlock the door to their apartment. "Heaven forbid I leave his highness waiting. After you, princess." Seven teased back, barely holding back his laughter as he opened the door for a very irate Mono.

As soon as Mono walked through the door, he was speechless. The apartment was so neat, and clean. The walls were painted a nice beige, that matched the color of the love seat they ordered perfectly. The floors were hardwood and so shiny Mono could see his reflection. There was a 49-inch flat screen TV hooked up to the wall above a dresser where several pots of grafted cactuses and succelents lay. Next to the love seat was a rectangular glass table, and on top, a small wicker basket that held remotes.

The kitchen wasn't anything too special. It was relatively small, and had all your everyday appliances. But what did catch Mono's eye was a black coffee maker. Specifically, the one he got for Seven's 16th birthday.

Mono wasn't a *huge* fan of coffee, he usually only drank it whenever he had to work late, just so he could stay up and get everything done. *But,* Seven absolutely adored coffee, and Mono made sure to brew him a cup every morning. Is it gay that he's memorized the exact amount of sugar Seven likes in his coffee? Not that he paid attention to it on purpose. Always seeing what brand and flavor Seven preferred so he could make sure to secretly pick it up whenever they went grocery shopping, nope, never. That would be *undeniably* gay.

Regardless, Mono's heart fluttered at the thought of Seven keeping it after all this time.

Mono heard footsteps behind him as Seven walked into the kitchen. Seven titled his head when he caught Mono looking at the coffee maker. He's not sure why, but for some odd reason, he wanted to come up behind Mono and hug him.

"Y-you kept it?" Mono stuttered, his heart still beating fast. He's not sure why, this isn't even that big of a deal! It's just a coffee maker.

"Y-yeah, I did." Seven stuttered, the urge only growing stronger as he watched how Mono fiddled with his fingers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Was Mono always that attractive, or was it just the lighting?

Seven gulped, looking away from Mono to try and calm down. Eventually, his heart stopped racing and his face went back to it's normal color. Seven turned around as soon as he was sure he could face Mono without running away. Or exploding, which ever happened first.

"But, w-what about the new one? You always told me how you wanted it. I was sure you would've replaced it." Mono mumbled, looking down at his shoes since he couldn't stand to look at Seven anymore. Not that he was repulsed by him or something, no, it was just the complete opposite.

Seven was surprised that Mono thought he would've gotten rid of it, but putting that thought aside, he flicked his hand carelessly. "I never liked all that new stuff anyway. It means a lot to me, I-I mean, since you were the one who gave it to me." Seven replied, secretly wishing to kick his own ass for how ridiculously stupid that sounded.

–and then Mono smiled. Oh god, he smiled.

Seven's doomed.

"Aw. Well, I'm glad you kept it. I was secretly hoping you would, I-I just didn't want to seem pushy." He stammered, and Seven frowned. Mono's always had this awful habit of thinking everything was his fault, or something he said was wrong somehow. Usually it wasn't, and Seven tried to reassure him of this. But, the habit *still* stuck around, even after all these years. That doesn't mean Seven would stop trying, though.

"Mono, that's not "being pushy." It just meant a lot to you, and you wanted me to keep it. Which is completely understandable." Seven said, trying his best to sound convincing. Whenever Mono got like this, it was extremely hard to get him to believe otherwise, but Seven was anything if not persistent. Mono probably rubbed off on him in that regard, and Seven wouldn't be surprised, since they spend so much time with each other. Nonetheless, it was a good trait to have. Especially when Seven had to deal with an equally set-in-his-ways boy.

"Yeah. You're probably right. Sorry, Sev. You know how I get," Mono apologized, picking at his skin. Another habit Mono had unfortunately picked up over the years. Seven walked over to Mono so he could gently take him by the wrists. "Hey, don't do that." Seven softly spoke up as Mono stopped his picking to look up at Seven.

Mono frowned, Seven looked worried, *really* worried, and it made Mono feel responsible. "Sorry." Mono apologized, but his voice was hollow. He knew Seven didn't like whenever he picked at his skin. Sometimes Mono even went so far as to draw blood, which Seven had to clean and patch up to make sure it didn't get infected. Seven always took care of him, the least he could do is make less work for him. Mono's a mess that Seven doesn't need to worry about.

As if Seven could read his thoughts he took Mono's hands into his own, and gave them a comforting squeeze, thumbing over his knuckles. "It's alright. Just try not to do it again, okay? I know it's hard, but..." Seven trailed off, his grip on Mono's hand tightening, but not painfully so, it was more of a silent affirmation. A promise to never leave. "I-I worry about you." Seven finished, his grip slowly loosening on Mono's hands, but the promise was still there.

–And as Mono finally sobered up out of his bout of self-pity, he could sense Seven's touch, it felt like a thousand tiny fireworks dancing up his spine, his skin tingling from the slightest brush of the hand. It felt...nice, if not a little overwhelming.

"Woah..." Mono whispered to himself. Luckily, Seven didn't seem to notice as there was a knock on the door. When Seven finally let go of Mono to answer the door, Mono briefly mourned the loss.

Who could that even be at this hour?

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grim-faux · 1 year

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2 _ 33 _ A Bend in the Road

First - An Echo Rebounds Through the Silent City

All the rooms and the corridors had taken several scouts. The larger room led to the corridors, and the corridors branched off to the separate rooms, and a kitchen area. He only sifted through the kitchen, but that was it. No dangers found a way into the rooms, not during his watch.

When his legs could no longer carry him, he curled up beside a wall and rested. Much of his time was dedicated to the scouting. It was important. Safe. He was always attuned to unfamiliar noises in the walls, and half-slept with one eye open, barely skimming over the membrane of unconsciousness. He was used to the dull air, absent of vibrancy and buzzing. The best sounds fled his thoughts, to the point he thought hearing was a mythical affliction.

These corridors and rooms were so different from the perpetual dark halls and broken rooms, sagging into each other. The windows seemed so… artificial, in a way he couldn’t decide. Behind the warped boards and broken glass, the world beyond was too bright. The acidic radiance burnt his eyes. But that was okay, he was getting used to it. He wasn’t a fan of traveling out in the open, without the assurance of shades or dark cloaks. Being able to see where he was and the walls surrounding, that was a plus.

On the rare occasions he didn’t roam around, he’d sit in one of the inner rooms and by the soft gleam of a bulb, go through his worldly possessions. He organized his hats, and usually traded one out. The weird picture speek of a face stayed folded into his coat, but he liked to take that out and give it a look. Though now, the entire surface had become damaged by water seepage. If he was lucky, his searching might reward him with crumbs wedged deep into his pockets.

Though he had too much to do, it was also fun to sit and do nothing, and see for how long he could be still. It was never fun uncoiling from the bubble of warmth he formed, but he was no stranger to severing those enticing threads. Then, it was back to his patrols.

He left his familiar marks on the walls, to make the place remember he was here. After adding so many stories, he felt like he was always here. He couldn’t remember if the Thin Man left him here, or if this was where Mono took shelter while he waited. Everything was confusing when the Thin Man wasn’t around, since he kept track of when the Thin Man came to visit and then left. That was always important, especially when he could follow the Thin Man. Sometimes he wanted to see an other child following the Thin Man, even if Mono was the only child to follow. In the quiet span of time while the windows tucked into dark hues, he thought a lot of the other children.

This building was not quite as tall as others he had stayed in. This was for a while, and he still had plenty of windows to climb out of if a creature came searching. From the larger room, the corridors led into the rooms with windows, and he rarely went to the rooms without windows – even if they were dry. Not many of them had bulbs or lamps that would work, and he had broken enough trying to practice his tricks.

When it wasn’t raining hard, he climbed onto the sill and wrapped his coat over his knees. From this height, he could still see the street below, and another street at the end intersecting. The Thin Man only wandered when it rained, but he was always eager to visit Mono. Sometimes he brought books and papers, he would sit in one of the rooms and scratch down marks. The Thin Man preferred flimsy pages.

Scratching picture speek onto walls was a child thing. For the bazillion time, the Thin Man was not a child.

One of the rooms on the other side of the dwelling was where the Thin Man hid away. He would be back, because he left some pages with his mark speek. It all meant nothing to Mono, but he liked to check the room in case the Thin Man was hiding very well.

He climbed from a chair and hopped to the edge of the table, which was slippery from dust and ash. Mono didn’t have anything to write on the papers with, aside from carving tools – he would never carve into the paper. Rather mess up the Thin Man’s marking, he liked to sit and trace his finger over the strikes and curves of the marks. A circle here. A slash there. He liked to think about the man in the hat so diligent and focused on the marks, while a stick with a smoky tail curled around his hat. The Thin Man looked so important, he had so much busy.

Mono had a lot of busy and work too. But the Thin Man’s stony focus was a different sort of busy. If Mono could get away with sitting on the tabletop for watch the Thin Man, he preferred that. Thing’s didn’t always go that way, and after a while the man in the hat’s focus would crumble away. He usually moved Mono out of the room and shut the door, or wrapped Mono into a blanket and shoved him into a drawer.

To remedy all this, Mono would be crafty and sit in a nearby corner. He could be very still like a shadow. Or he hid beneath the chair and watched the Thin Man’s heels. The shoes didn’t do anything, but the static was so steady and mingled nicely with the scratching on coarse papers. Or the flipping of pages.

One day Mono would figure out the mystery of mark speek. The man in the hat did not like pictures, but he liked marks. It would look amazing and the Thin Man would be impressed with how well he could imitate the marks.

Until that time, Mono slipped down onto the chair and curled up on the seat. Between the bars of the chairs back, he watched the ajar doorway and listened to the soft creaking in the walls. He was eager for the Thin Man to come and they could leave, because Mono had a mission. No matter what, he couldn’t leave the Thin Man behind.

The wind was not howling rabid or wild on this hour. The storm was nothing but glassy beads glittering across the tall thin man’s suit jacket and hat. With his head titled, the excess water sweeps of the hat rim, behind the silver pellets, eyes shimmer in the shadows of his face. He glared beyond the glossy veil, with a hand pressed to his lips; he drew in the warmth of smoke and held it in his chest.

In the distance, far beyond the hissing curtains and strumming wail droplets, the impervious monolith of the Signal Tower stands behind its picket line of loyal attendants.

Close. No longer a distance to ponder or agonize about reaching.

Below, the roads would be cleaved and divided into chasms, or caved out entirely into an eternal abyss littered with portions of buildings, and pieces of cities décor. He could imagine where such a gorge might lead, given the proximity to the Tower. However, he had banished all halls and door, which could led to the outside world. Only one door in or out, and it would only open for one single event – an anniversary of sorts. No other force or will could shift that entrance.

A thread of smoke trailed the man in the hat, when he tore his gaze from the unwavering stare of the Tower. He traced around the punctured wounds and collapse embedded in the rooftop of the building, before winking out of existence of the pummeling downpour.

In some obscure corridor, twisted and mangled by the lurch of the building fostering it, the Thin Man solidified with a piercing shriek. Immediately, the crisp click and ticking of his footfalls rebounded off the walls, overpowering the hollowed moaning of the foundation as the structure sagged in its moorings. Somewhere distant and muffled, the hokey laughter of a fictitious audience crashed through the bleak emptiness. He breezed by an open doorway, the bulb within the ceiling flashed against his bristling presence. In the eviscerated window, tattered curtains flap fiercely against another hammer of water. Across the floorboards, dust lifted and skipped across the broken body of some malformed creature bloated by the insufferable climate.

Another plume of smoke swelled forth from beneath the bill of the hat, as he chewed at the end of his smoke sti— cig. It was a cigarette.

Rooms shut tight and locked for decades, he opened effortlessly and bowed beneath the insufferably low doorframe. Clutter and boundless plains of rubbish coated the floors wall-to-wall, a testament of indifferent beings from a period of the world forgotten by time itself. The man in the hat sought pieces to a puzzle with no distinct picture, while the marks and pictures faded across discarded tomes offered no clear image, so as the inane purpose of his agenda. How kindred he was to these neglected dens, a practical existing in a world that ceased.

Perhaps, he mused, while seeking broken shelves littered with literature, the former denizens of the city had taken interest in something obscene. Of the mounds of pages packed into the floor, or books stacked to molder perpetually, he sought an inspiration in the last discarded pieces before the Viewers came to be.

As always he doubted, given how long (or undetermined and timeless as the cycle endured) that nothing which could have remembered, would have had its wits intact when the Signal Tower first unraveled its roots and penetrated the streets. Was is not possible that all which had once cared, was slain before the Signal Tower saw its opportunities? That dredged the question of the culprit, and the motivation? Was there one creature neglected in the city, which was spared for its role?

That would be a fools errand. A feeble speculation with no merit, aside from unbridled madness in his aimless pursuits.

Regardless, he shifted among the dwellings in glitching shadows, skipping away from open corridors of empty-nothing. He paid careful attention to rooms which faced the Signal Tower, in the distance, and those that reveled in violence on the walls and doorways. There was more to this acknowledgment than mere guess, since he took note of a higher frequency of varied means of self… ending.

A bathroom coated in brown flakes, the tub long drained but retained a stain. A tattered rope, then a chair in ab odd placement. Other evidence presented itself, of bizarre happenings that occurred before; of a ‘‘when’’ he couldn’t discern. The evidence remained, this was all he could conclude with his stinted understanding of that world. Of all the places which featured private disaster, nothing indicated to the why.

The tall thin man knew the why, naturally. But what was it the adults believed in? What did They see out the window?

Somewhere nearby, the jeering melody cackled from a television. The programs never changed, it was always the rehashed melodies and jokes performed to a sprawling cemetery. In the absence of—

The door to the next room repelled off its frame and crashed to the floor. Atop the lopsided panel, because it had fallen upon a shattered television, the Viewer rocked and clawed over the grainy wood.

The Thin Man dropped the thick binder he previously collected (among other curios), but he was promptly knocked backwards by the squealing creature.

What the Ť̷̩̲Ó̵̯̟W̸͈̃̚ͅȨ̷̕R̵̞̅?̸̣̽͛

This was odd. As of late, the Viewers had been more aggressive and becoming difficult to elude with the traditional means, but under usual circumstances a television sufficed for their withdrawals. This one was behaving in the most abnormal fashion. Not only that, the deranged thing was trying to crawl up his legs while he lay, stunned.

Despite being easy to avoid while aptly distracted, he never liked them. They were icky and creepy, and it was the worst when they were agitated and chasing him. Lifetimes ago, he could remember clearly racing through the icy waters of a dwelling flooded through. He knocked over a lamp and the unleashed current tore through the placid waters, sending sparks carving through the Viewer that had been hounding him.

Presently, the Thin Man collected his sense of place and time. The Viewer dug its weathered fingers at his stomach, using his jacket as anchorage to haul up onto its knees. It didn’t climb much further, the Thin Man shoved it backwards off his frame. While the Viewer tumbled across the floor (and collided with a wall) the Thin Man flashed, reappearing a meter or so more from his former position.

Static particles and crackling sparks sizzled across his grainy threads, as he went about straightening his jacket and smoothing a rumpled crease in his hat. He hummed to himself, irritated by the ravaged book lost in the scuffle. The loss was not great, the damage the tome suffered likely made it unreliable as a source. Still, he abhorred his things being tarnished.

With a wet gargle, the Viewer launched at him. The arms flopped at its knees, its crooked and mangled face flashing with signal distortions and jiggling.

When it reached him, the Thin Man snared it by the shoulders and whipped around. He shoved the flailing adult at a blank wall, but when the Viewer smashed into the impervious surface, the timber and plaster burst into clumps of powder. The Viewer crashed into the next room but kept going, rolling reminiscent of a rabid log across the cluttered room and bounding through another wall. Beyond the next barrier lay nothing but lashing rain and spiraling mist. The debris of partially vaporized metal and wood formed a miniature cyclone around the spinning Viewer, before it plunged out of sight. The grotesque shriek faded out, to be replaced by the soothing prattling of droplets on freshly exposed floorboards.

The Thin Man rewound into his prim and proper posture, giving his sleeves a brisk dusting. He preferred not getting involved with the Denizens of the Signal, but such confrontation was… aberrant. More bizarre than his own existence, (er, outside of the Tower). This was not the first event he dealt with. The first account of a Viewer mowing him over went dismissed as a fluke – the creatures being neither graceful or practical in their pursuits.

If no television was immediately accessible, Viewers typically sought escapism in trivial things – typically noises, bright lights, or other drastic changes in their environment. Such as small nuisances.

The door that the Viewer smashed down, actually led into the room where the Viewer went tumbling through as well. Over on a desk, the television caroled with cheerful tunes, the images behind the static fluttered with exaggerated animations of stiff caricatures and a parody of bliss.

This was a matter of concern. However, not as concerning as the sounds the buildings was now chattering with. The walls of the room, and the shredded portal where the Viewer toppled out of, growled with a hideous threat. The buckled paneling up and down began fraying, silt rained from the ceiling and functioning lights began to sputter out. Like thread splinting on a worn rope, bits of tinder and fibrous wood flung loose, the floor beneath his shoes began to roll and arch. The floor cracked and a portion sunk downward, dipping out of view.

The Thin Man raised his arms, but thought better of this redundant action. He doubted the boy would be nearby. Instead, he removed himself from the location entirely, and relocated.

From his new vantage point, a window directly across from the crumbling titan, the Thin Man stood impartial but observing. As the skyrise lost fortitude and came undone, he stood behind one of the long windowpanes. Most of the glass had shattered out of the frame, some remnants lay glittering upon the moldy carpet. This was not far from the building, nonetheless, he held no concerns.

The construct seemed to disintegrate, the cement walls dispersed as a fine dust while bars of metal and timber churned within the mishmash of mortar. A fierce sigh rushed across the windows, misting them with the ash of the fallen monolith. Suddenly, the building was no more, a gaping wound swirled in the dust rising in absence of a mighty sentinel. The mottled patterns of dust washed across the nearest buildings, the layers of soot bled and run away, forming tear tracks across the windows and ruined slabs of brick.

The Thin Man reached for the cigarette at his lips, but found the end obliterated in his confrontation with the Viewer. With a clean sigh, he flicked the stub away. The windows still vibrated with the memory of the fall, even after the tall thin man dissolved from the gloomy passage.

This arbitrary collision with a denizen of the signal does not leave his thoughts altogether, but he struggled not to ponder it too deeply. He was no stranger to the irrational bursts of the Viewers, even with a blasting television with the most enticing melodies, the beings could be distracted by something else. Though that was rare, and typically a trait unique to one Viewer.

However, these ponderings waned as his own focus drilled into other pursuits. The general layout of a putrescent city, the way the skewered roads snapped or curved and became swallowed within the ribcage of a fallen skyrise. If he could manage, he would prefer avoiding a route through the doors of a looming structure – with far too many corridors.

Nothing in particular stood out when he returned to the dwelling, where the boy had hidden as of late. He barely flashed from the lower floor, to the doorway of the residence, and glitched into the living area in a sizzling-pop.

He could not fathom why the boy lurked here. The structure itself was more decrypt, the floors ruptured in places, the furniture ruined, and tattered scraps of clothing discarded. As ever and always, he puzzled over the castoffs and the meaning.

While stepping past a crate, he nudged it with his shoes. Some insects evacuated the shelter. The Broadcast did not afford him unlimited insight into the past and once ways of the world; by his understanding, it could not resurrect a dead history. Instead, it recreated something, and offered that illusion to the gullible Viewers. Much of what he inherited came from the delusions of a dream, with only a vague grasp of snippets with no context and no meaning. The city languished, encrusted by the relics of a forgotten population. For a time, Denizens of the Signal struggled to maintain that lifestyle discarded by their ancestors, though, they could not hold the illusion for long. After the late events, he doubted they had illusions to throw themselves into.

The shared transmission cued him onto the child’s location. Along the way to the other rooms, in the opposite direction of the living space. He leaned down to peer into the room, and decide how to go about avoiding the kid.

Thankfully, something had nailed down the kid’s focus. He grimaced at the savagery the child undertook for the sake of gnawing out chunks. A genuine beast, no redeeming, and completely—

What was he chewing on?

The Thin Man inched into the room, his head struggling to grapple with what he already suspected, and his thoughts brawling against the horrific truth. It could not possibly be, but waging war with the fact was counterproductive.

His shadow draped over the boy, and with a choked grumble the child launched into a random direction. With the cigarette stub clutched in his arms. This could be the answer to why the boy was an unhinged brute.

“N̶̘̕Õ̴͜!̷̤͌ ̴͉̈ T̵͔̃h̶̩̓a̴͙͌t̸̫͒ ̵̢͗ I̷̭̎s̸͈̓ ̶̮͐ Ń̸̲o̸̳̚t̶̜̑ ̸̤̔ F̸̮̏o̵͕͊ỏ̴̺d̷͈̈!̶̱̌” He lunged for the boy, missing when his target zipped off the tables surface. A swift flick of his wrist sent the table sailing, opening a clear path to the child. The boy tore into another direction, the hat he wore was tucked low over his eyes as the child bounced across gaps in the floor panels. “N̴͕͝Ỏ̴̬!̵̨̃ ̶̖̂ N̵̗͆o̷̱͐N̶̺̍o̴̪̓N̷͙̎O̵̜͂N̷̺͠O̵̩̒Ń̵̤O̶̗̅!̵̯̎ ̵͈͊ M̶̨̈́O̷̢̿N̷̠̎Õ̶̪!̶͍͑”

The brat ducked behind a collapsing desk, but no sooner was the child out of sight did the man in the hat swing his arm back. “S̸̰͝t̶̮̄ȍ̷̭ṕ̶̝ ̴̟͒ R̵͓̂i̴̛̦g̸̭̾h̸̝̅ṭ̸͊ ̸̙̊ Ṫ̵͈h̷̹͋e̸̻͋r̴͓͝ë̷͕́!̶͕̑” This infuriating beast shot in another direction, while trying to tear into the stub more than ever!

In a glittery flash he arched above the boy, limbs canopied outward – well, his arms. “S̸̱̍t̸̙̊ö̷͉́p̶͉̂!̴̢́ ̴̪͛ D̵͓̀r̵̀͜o̷̗̊p̷̖̉ ̴͓̚ I̷͔̍T̷̙̕!̵͠ͅ ̴̥͛ S̴̬͑T̶́͜Ǫ̷̓P̸̣̊ ̸̥̄ M̸̳̌O̶͙̅V̵̮͘I̷̭̐N̴͚̓G̶̰̈!̴̗̔”

Th boy generated a half-bark and smothered whines, as he ricocheted between his palms, but before getting seized the child managed to roll away. This idiot mongrel! Ẅ̴̥́a̸͎̚s̸̥̄! N̵̔͜O̷̩̓T̷͎̄ ̵̲͆ E̴̺̎v̴̮̅e̶̦̕ņ̶͐ utilizing his lackluster abilities!

When the child made a bolt for the doorway, the Thin Man managed to snag the boy around his leg in a full-bodied lunge. And finally! The child relinquished his iron hold on his ‘prize’. The Thin Man reeled his long body back and rose to his knees; he fortified his grip and gave the child a hasty examination.

“W̸̢͘h̴̛͖y̵͉͗ ̴̰͂ A̷͇̔r̷̛ͅȇ̷̖ ̷͉̎ Ỳ̸̭o̶̢͝U̶̾͜ ̴̧͛ L̶̔͜i̶̢̒k̸̪̃E̸̙͐ ̵̗͐ T̶̹̽ḧ̴̫́i̸̝͛Š̴̭?̴̘̿ ̵̩̂ W̸̹͛Ḧ̴ͅỴ̶͛ ̷̠̾ Ǎ̵͉R̸̂͜Ḛ̵́ ̸͔͌ Ý̴̞Õ̸͕U̴͓̎ ̴̘̽ L̷̲͐Ĩ̷͙K̶͎͝E̶͙͗ ̵͚̐ T̶͕̄H̴̛̤I̵̻̿S̵̜̚!̸̯̒” Answers would not be a priority. His thoughts sank into how much did the boy eat? Oh Eye, how much did he Ë̸̮̼Ả̸͚̓͘T̴̢̘̃̑?̸͎̹̠͌͛̽͘ He would rather not fixate on the temptation, but instead gaped at the soot-stained face blinking up at him. Ĥ̸̰̝̝̇̈́o̸͔̎W̴͍̗̯͍̐͗ ̶̛̭̼̽ M̸̧̛̮͈̀̂u̷̢̺̦̹͎͋͂͠c̴̞͎͂̿̃Ḩ̴̡͓̰̿̒̚?̶̣̜͛

“S̸̠͝p̴͓̎i̴̱͐Ť̴̞!̴̠̏ A̵̡͌l̴̨͌l̶͚̕ ̵̦̄ O̷̤̔f̶͈̚ ̵̓͜ I̶̺̓ṭ̴̅!̴͉̂ ̵̦̔ G̷̫̽o̵̢͐ ̵͈͒ Ó̸̝N̸̮̿!̷̞̾” The boy mewled as he crushed his face in his fingers. “A̵͓̒L̷̟̈L̷͙̀ ̷͒ͅ Ò̴̦F̶̖̀ ̴̻͋ Ḯ̵̥T̵͔͒!̸͙̈” But Ĥ̸̰̝̝̇̈́o̸͔̎W̴͍̗̯͍̐͗ ̶̛̭̼̽ M̸̧̛̮͈̀̂u̷̢̺̦̹͎͋͂͠c̴̞͎͂̿̃Ḩ̴̡͓̰̿̒̚ did he Ś̸̱w̶̻͝à̵̢ḻ̸̔l̴̲̂o̵͕͌w̴̹͐?̶͇̑ He tightened his hands around the boy’s middle, trying to decide how to do this. Children vomited when they became ill from consuming toxins (it was very common), but if they did not purge enough poisons, and not soon… . Was there a way to induce vomiting in a child before it fell ill? Before all was lost!?

The child expelled the most repulsive noise when squeezed around the middle, but not nearly enough physical matter. “C̵͙̈́o̵͖͝u̵̹͝g̶̨̍ḧ̴̹ ̷̭͝ I̸͓͊ẗ̶͎́ ̸̹̈́ U̴̥̽p̸̘̐!̵͙͝ ̸͔͒ Y̴̧͌o̴̼̎ų̵̊ ̵̟͆ D̷̺̓o̵̧͗ ̵̰̍N̴̡͘O̷̬̎T̴͖̔ ̸̻̔ E̵̥̋ä̷̹t̷͙̏ ̷͎̀ T̶̻̀h̷̲͝a̴̛͔t̶̨̓!̸̢͋ N̵͎̿̒͊͘͝ͅO̶͓̠̰̟̒̆̚!̶̢̛͍̹̤̺̟͋̐̊̆” He had not ‘eaten’ in decades. For the existence of him, he could not recall what the last edible was that he could stomach. I̸͚͐̋ț̵͌͘ ̴̬͇̅̈́ C̵̗͈̈͂ḙ̵̛̕r̵͕̈́́t̸̳̭̽͝a̵̛̫î̵̥͋n̸͓͋̄l̶͓̖̂y̵̡̅ ̴̧̣͌̕ W̸̟̳̿a̴̯̔s̵̨̛̝͝ ̶̓͜ N̸̼͆͒ō̷̡t̸̜̄ ̵͔̂ A̶͇̖̎̃ ̶͚͎̈́ D̴̗̈́́a̶̪͑̾m̸̥̔͑n̵̼͉͊ ̷̹̈̑ C̵̟̑i̴͚̖͊g̷̺̚a̵͇̼̒r̵̬̦͛͘e̵̢̳̊t̸͕̘̅̈t̸͚̞̃e̶̗̓̀!̵̖̯͐̎ Though the child hung like a frayed rag in his hands, the body shook and convulsed with each squeeze. “K̶̩̟̂̅ë̴̹́e̵̛͔͆P̴͚̅ ̶̠̫̽̕ G̸͙̗̈́ó̸͇i̶̧̔͝n̷̼͂̀ͅG̶̰̓̎!̵̣͉͆ ̵͚̰̕ T̴̖̹́ḩ̵̩̓̋a̸̹͌T̴̰͋ ̶̳̯̓ Ȋ̸͍s̴̯̣͋͌ ̶͉̦̈̌ N̸̠̅ö̴̭̦T̵͓͑ ̶̳́̎ A̵̬̒̈l̵̪͗̾L̸̓ͅ ̸̘̓ Ö̶͎̩f̸̧̈́͘ ̸̲̅̓ Í̵͖̖͠ţ̸̤̊̈́!̵̗̀̏” To be honest, he had no idea how much the child had choked down. One of two things would kill the boy, it was best to be certain.

“F̴̡͌o̴͍̽ö̷͓́ḏ̸͐,” the boy gargled. Between Tower-awful retches. “Tuh food—” He broke into hacking and wheezes, punctuated by disgusting black sludge.

“Y̸̭̟͛͗o̶̹̒u̸̬̚ ̸̡̌͌ D̶̼͗̏o̸̺̾ ̶̞̔ N̶̪̑ö̶̤͓́͝t̴̠̃ ̸̤͉̅E̶͉̺͌a̴̝̋T̵̠̒̀ ̵̱̀͛ T̷̠͝h̴͇̥̐̆ă̸͚̓T̸̘̥̾́!̵̗͑ ̵̖̌ Į̸͈̊t̴̢̻̍͝ ̷̙͓̀ I̷̡̐ṣ̸̈̒ͅ ̸̦̓ N̷̡͚͋̊ǒ̷̡͈Ť̷̼̘̀ ̶̰̫̀͝ F̵̧̒̊Ȯ̴̗̰O̵̹̹̍D̴̳͔͊́!̵̰̏” It did not appear more was coming up, aside from bile and some brown… he was afraid to dwell. He did try to coerce further contents up, but it seemed that was everything of peril.

The static crowded the small room, and threatened to ignite the only bulb dangling center above his hat. The child’s own hat had gone scarce, and the body trembled in his palms. This idiot boy. He was so intent on dying and destroying them both, not that he would have enduring issue beyond the deed. He could not leave this child to his own devices, without the boy demolishing something. Eating some… Ǧ̶̭͖̜̫̿͂̎̌Ą̷̛̺̳̟̮͇̏R̷̛̜̯̟͇̄͋̐̅̇͗́B̴̫͉̫̯̦̗̎Á̶̜̹̱͔̝͚͘G̴̛̗͇̖͖̗̔̎É̶͎̰̘͛̏̔͆̄͑͝!̷̦͓̥̀ right off the ground.

Once his nerves had settled a smidgen, he rolled the child over on his palm. “Ň̴͜o̸̢͋T̴͒ͅ ̷̠̚ F̷̫́ò̵̬o̴̩̍D̷͕͛!̴͔̎ ̷̛̰ D̴̮́ő̴̧ ̵̤̈ Y̸̜͝o̸̲̅u̵̜̎ ̸̗̓ F̸͐͜O̴̤̽L̴͎̍L̵̮͒Ȯ̸̘W̵̌͜?̴̨͊ ̷͍̉ Ṫ̴͜h̵͎̉a̸̲͊T̸͓͝ ̵̫͘ W̵̫͝i̴̦͘l̸͕̔Ḻ̸͘ ̶̓ͅ M̷̮̂a̷͉͂k̶͙̂Ê̷̗ ̵͍͂ Ÿ̴̙́ö̶̧́U̷̙̽ ̷̝̈́ S̵͙̾i̶͈͌c̶͉̑K̷̹̏!̸̘͆” The boy did his best to stare, one eye slanted and his face fouled from vomit.

The boy mumbled and tried to curl down behind his arms.

“NONO! L̸̫̆o̸̝͝o̶̪͑Ǩ̷̡ ̶̺̀ Ḁ̸͌t̷͚̀ ̵͍́ M̵̧̋e̵̠͠!̴̯̀ ̶̛̞ T̸͈͊e̷̱̊L̵̟͐L̷̮͐ ̵͇̂ M̵̢͠ȩ̸̓!̶̟͊ You understand!” He brushed the arms off the face. “Look at me! Ţ̸̓h̴̺͐a̴̩̒T̶͍̂ ̸̨̚ I̶͎̚s̵̖̊ ̷̱̏ Ń̵͕ỏ̶̝Ṱ̵͐ ̵̮̅ G̸̭̾ǫ̷̐ó̵̢Ḏ̸͠ ̷̥́ F̵̤̊o̵͚͒R̴̰̆ ̸̪̆ Y̸͕͌ǫ̸͛U̴̗͑!̵̡̄ ”

The boy wheezed. “Y’eat.”

“Ỉ̸͜ ̸̰̄ D̵̪̒Ọ̸͆ ̴͕̾ N̶̲̋Ŏ̶̭T̵͖̓ ̶̪̾ E̴̥̋A̷̞̒Ṯ̵́ ̷͚̽ T̶̓ͅH̵̱͑Ă̷̮Ṫ̸̟.̸̫̚ N̷͙̊͌E̵̢̋V̴͈̆É̷̬̑R̶̢͓͒!̷̟̹̃͂ A̵̬̰̓̃m̶͙̳̽̃ ̶̪̟̚ I̶̡̽ ̸̀͜ Ǵ̴̫̟̕ẹ̷̆̓ͅt̷̟͌̑t̶͍͘ỉ̶̥͚n̵̰͠G̵̔ͅ ̵̞̂ T̷̰̈́͝ͅh̷̲̪̅̓ŕ̷̜ò̴̼u̶̮͗͝g̵̤͒͛H̴̨̬̿̔ ̶̗̅ T̵̢̳͘o̶̡͗̑ ̵͎̼̃ Y̶̌̆͜ọ̶̀͑Ụ̷͔̄͋!̴̨̋͑ Tell me! Do your speek!” The child stayed frustrating and uncooperative. A lump of skin in coat in the idea of a child. He gave the boy a shake. “What do I want from Y̸̡̩̙̣̥̹͊́̆́̊͆ô̷͍͕͌̂͑U̷̙̓̀̇!̸̻̺̉̏ Make that S̷̗͈̎͛͠p̶̘̱̈́̃ê̴̮͎e̵̢͚̯̘͕̎K̸̡͈̻̝̝͍͐̇! You know how to D̴̤̙̑o̶̭̼̓̕ ̶̩͎̀ T̷̤̰̉͑h̵͍̓͒i̴̗̠̽̏S̵͈̝̆!̷̖̞́̔ Y̸̪̦̕Ŏ̵̼U̷̡̻̐͌ ̶͖̏̇ K̵̃͜N̴̤̄̇O̷̪̭̊Ẃ̴͙̞̌!̸̼̅͠ͅ ̴̜͘ Y̸̟̆͠O̴͍̦̊U̴̙̕ ̴̡̿̊ K̵͙͔͊̏N̴̯̈́O̴͈͛̈́͜W̵̨̛̍ ̵͙̬̎͌ W̸͎͒͠H̷̖͂ͅÃ̵̺̬̏T̴̛̘ ̸̻͊̉͜ I̶̤͝͠ ̵̩͌͐ A̵͔͌̀S̵̜̎K̷͖̻͗!̶̠̾͠” The boy stole a breath,

“...ᵒᵏᵃʸ...”

Why was he so D̸̓̄̌͌͂̍͜i̷̧̱͎͙̱̺̔f̵̜͙̥̪̖͕̾͗̀̊ḟ̵̩̍̔̌̽̐͠i̷̗̲͈͍̗͆̄͂̄c̶͍̳̹̼͔̮̀̓̌ư̵̺̦̘̄͐̏̓̊l̸̯̙͍̟̝̠̥͗t̶̢̨̛̬͔̫̉̓͋̉̍͐͜?̸̻̫̘̑

“N̶̲̩̦̭̳̽̈͂̂͋Ò̷̻̣̠͎̳͛!̵̣͒̌ S̵̞̔a̶̗͊y̶̚ͅ,̵̤̌ ̵̖̈́ ‘̷̲̅I̶̯͊ ̴̼̅ U̷̝͐ń̸̻d̶̮̐ȩ̴͂r̴͛͜S̴̫̽t̸̡͝a̸͇͝ṇ̸̋D̸̡̍’̶̙͊.̷̜̕ ̸̟͝ Ṯ̶͆h̵͙̉a̶̙̍t̵̗̆ ̸͕̓ Ş̶́p̸̳͠ȅ̴̟ȇ̷̟ḱ̴͉!̵̜̐ ̴͖̿ T̸͇͂e̶̲͌l̸̪̈́l̸̺̀ ̵̓͜ M̶̫̆ẽ̷ͅ ̷̹̾ Y̴̰͠ö̸͍́ù̶̺ ̸͎̓ W̴̹͘ȋ̷͉l̷̜̋l̴̼̚ ̷̮̊ N̴̯̔Ë̸̞́V̴͎̊E̴͚͠R̸̙͝ ̶̟̾ D̷̢͒o̷̙̔ ̷͈͌ T̵̥͝h̵̏ͅa̷̰͝t̴̔ͅ ̶͖̐ A̴͍͘g̸̡̚a̵̪͝í̶̮ṉ̴̔!̸̠̏ ̴̺̀ I̸̩̔ ̵̭̔ W̴͚̕a̸͖͘ṋ̵̇t̶͈̄ ̴̪͗ T̸͈͊o̵̖͋ ̴̬̌ Ȟ̶̨ẻ̵͕ȃ̶̡r̵̫̄ ̴͜͝ T̷͙͋ḥ̶͊a̷͉͗ṯ̵͊ ̷͖̂ F̸̳͑r̸͕̉ȏ̷͇m̵̪̈́ Y̴̛͉̱͂̚͠Ǫ̵͚̣̯͋̐̽͝Ư̵̧͇͍͙͑̚͝͝!̶̯͚̜͋͐̏͘͝” At last, the child began squirming.

“Down. Lemme… un’hurt.”

He fortified his grip and brought the boy closer to his eyes. “Not until you M̶̤̈́a̴̦͒k̸̤͒e̴̜͂ ̶͓̮̃ T̵͖̗̈́h̵̢̀͜a̴̠̖͋t̷̘̅̚ ̵̩̊ S̷̢̩̑̃p̸͉̬͂̀ẻ̵̮͙ḙ̷̼͐͊ḱ̸͇.̴̠͚͐ I am not hurting you.” He pinned the boys arms down. “I am A̷̪͓̿ș̶̓͜k̵̤̣͑i̸͙̾n̵͖̐g̶͍͂͒ ̸͊͜ F̷̞̹̎o̴̙͗́r̸̨̅̃ a response, boy. You will not C̸̥̽ó̸̮͍̓m̴̛͓͍p̷̣̆l̶̝̤͝í̶̯̻c̶̼̅â̶̱̝t̷̼͔͠E̷͈͆͛ ̷̯̇ T̸̢̘̒͝h̸̟̫̊͌ị̵͍̇̑S̵̰͝.̸̼͗̈́” He could not relent, or the child would go and do it all over. Had the child been eating the stubs? If so, what else was this boy E̴̩̣̓ả̴̬͝ͅt̵̠̏i̶̳͑ͅn̷̦̍͗ͅḡ̸̜̖ while unsupervised. That was most troublesome to confront. He was about to interrogate further, but the child was burbling his noises. Clumsy, as ever.

“Eh’kay. Er… n’der-stan. S’at. Und-Ehh…ahh’sand. T’at. Y’on’t Wah’do ah‘gain. No. NoNo. Un’sand. Ah…stand. No.”

The Thin Man watched the child intently, debating if he should pursue his other suspicions and excavate the truth. That did not seem so important, while he observed the boy and listened to his gruff mutterings repeated verbosely. No. From here on, he would keep closer track of the child’s habits. He exhaled, and rubbed a thumb over the boy’s shoulder.

“That will do.” The twitchiness he could excuse, this time. The boy did not comply with his demands, aside from appeasing him. “You will not B̷̼̙͆e̵̖̮̓̿ ̴͎̼̄̅ N̵̤͖̊̀a̵̙̕̕u̵͔̜̕g̶͈̐h̷̳̬̀t̸̺̄̓ý̶͍͚́ and do that again? S̸͍̎c̶̨̛r̴̪̀ą̶͊t̶̰̆ç̵̐ĥ̷̤ ̸̧͐A̷̗̒r̴̹͊o̵̪͋u̵͇͌n̸̯͊ḏ̸͗ ̷̢̈́ A̵͕̕n̷͙̒d̷̊ͅ E̸̡͐â̸̡t̸͂́͜ ̸̙̽ F̵̊ͅi̶͎͇̒l̶̤̀̾ͅt̶̩͈̉h̴̙͓̕ ̴̦̓ A̷̩̒n̷̞͕̈̇d̶̪̩̀ ̴̜̟̂ R̸̫̮̆ṵ̶̖̾b̷̡̢͆b̶͇̭̀͝i̷̥̤̎ṡ̶̜͌ḧ̵͇̟́̀ ̶̐͜ ? T̶͍̊ͅh̸̻̓ǎ̸̪͜ẗ̸̮́ ̷̞͐̽ W̴̠̠̍̊i̷̔͝ͅl̴̢̅͝ľ̷̜̥̂ ̴̹̓͌ M̵̨̪̂a̷̡̭̐͆k̷͕̀̏ê̷̙̔ ̸̤͉̎̿ Y̶̱̬͐̓ô̶͉̻u̸̺̞̒ ̷̺̚ Ì̷̼l̸͊̍͜l̸̙̒͘.” The boy was back to his guarded silence. Very well. “That is not good for you. Do I Ṃ̷̐a̴̝̿k̶̖͝e̶̤͘ ̶̞̞͊̀ M̴̙̼͒y̵̗̍s̷̙̀̈́e̵̥̮͌̄l̸̏͊ͅf̵̙̃͐ ̴́̒ͅ C̴͙͖̀͘l̷̖̥͌e̶̱̕ͅå̸̼̜r̴̦͍̓̽?̵̢͙̋”

The boy still shivered between his palms, and he looked more ashen than usual. Only time would tell whether this interference had been enough, or if any of his pursuit would amount to anything more than a repeat of this crisis. All he had was time. All the time in the….

With a hasty glimmer, he returned to a normal stance and shimmered within a ripple of static. A dull pop greeted his displacement, upon arriving within the archway of the kitchen. He kicked aside wrappers and containers on his way to the sink. Wisps of crackling static snapped drawer doors open, while his free hand rummaged for essential supplies - despite the abundance of cutlery or odd items meant for meal prep, among rows of junk. At last he a hovel of rags sprouted from a musty slot and stole one up. A curl of glittery sparks dealt with the handle of the tap, and greasy a trickle began in the stained basin. The hand gripping the towel tapped at the countertop, as he waited for the sludge to clear out.

Throughout this, the boy remained passive in his grip, even as he set him on the counter. After all the erratic disasters of the child just zooming off despite a need for examination, the Thin Man kept his grip latched on the boy’s middle. Should the child need an activity, he set a spare rag on the spindly legs. Once the water from the faucet cleared, he dunked the rag into the stream and began wringing – one handed. With the fabric dampened, he began brushing off the dry soot from the coat, and soaking the child’s greasy face. The little mongrel was complicit, likely biding for the desired opportune moment to launch. Not on his watch. He scrubbed some of the dirt and black streaks out of the hair, then worked a bit on the face when the grime at last began to melt. This was going very well. He could even ignore the eyes gaping at him, if he moved the boys head and concealed the pale face with a thumb.

“Mm,” the voice croaked, as he worked to soak some of the stains embedded in his backside. “Do… n’like. Am’eh?”

Once more, what the Tower?

“Mmm?” He tried to push the face away and focus on some of the more stubborn discoloration, like the B̴̮̈́l̴͉̰̄ö̵̼͝o̴̪̹͐̽d̶̝͒ on the sleeves. Despite his efforts, the boy managed to glimpse him. He subverted the issue by rotating the child around, and focused on the grease embedded in the coat. How in the Eye was it possible to be more grunge than fiber?

“Like’am. Do like to am? Mono? Like am... does like'am? I am Mono.” The Thin Man puzzled over the butchered phrasing. Ah.

“Do I… like you?” The boy tried to glance over his shoulder and nod. Hmm. “No. Not particularly. Why?” He rinsed the rag out of black gruel. Yuck. The boy needed proper cleaning, but he was not enthused by the prospect and all the drama that would entail. “What gave you an idea like that?” A minor squelch of static cut the tap off, and he resumed dabbing at the coat.

The boy shrugged. Predictable. What reason did the child have for strange ideas? Children did not reflect on much beyond their own world. All of the boy’s ambitions came from a self-serving mindset. That is why he and this child languished in such a stalemate. The child managed to release the man in the hat, but faltered at the brink of satisfying his purpose.

“There is much to discover in this world, Á̵͎n̸̝͗d̷͙̔ ̶̬̅ Ö̵̺́f̷̧̈́ ̸̣̐ Y̴͇̎ȍ̷̝ṳ̵͆r̶̢̚ ̶̣̚ P̷̹̆l̶̫͘a̷͕̓c̴̳̃e̷̝̎m̷͕̉ẹ̶͆n̶̺̿t̴̠̽.̴̡͂” He wiped the dirt stains off the hands and examined each of the fingers. Who would have known there was a whole child under all that gunk? “And no one T̵̨̟̍̀ö̴͚̚ ̶̤͇̔̀ G̵̛̣u̸͇̖͑̍i̵͕͐̚ͅd̷̨͇̂̓e̸̯̰͆ ̶͓̝̎ Y̵̥͑̓ŏ̷̪̠͝ṷ̶́.̸̧̝̍”

Once upon a time, he thought all the answers he wanted would come, if he managed to seize the catalyst of all his problems. What he did not know was that he was still on the other side of the door, awaiting a peek within.

“You believe you are deserving of something more. Ỉ̸̭ŝ̵͜ ̵͈͠ T̶͚̐h̷̟͒a̷̤̓ţ̴͗ ̴̧́Ï̸̝ṱ̵̈́?̴͕̊” He tried to think of the districts he wandered, of what he sought in those oppressive roads and empty buildings. What did he see when gazing into the skyline, and the Signal Tower glared back? He was angry and lost and alone, just like the child he was before the Tower accepted him. As it were, took him back. His prison and the sanctuary of his melancholy.

The boy squirmed around in his grip, until he was fully twisted around and staring at him. And hugging the rag left on his knees. Most of the quivering had dispelled, though the boy would forever be jittery. Nothing would ever rehabilitate such imprinted instincts.

“I said a lot to you, didn’t I?” He rung the rag one final time and soaked at the shadowed-haze lingering over the strange little eyes. “Something about ‘undoing crimes and make amends’, hmm? S̴͕̔o̷̦͝m̴̜̽ë̵̗ ̵̯͆ T̵̛̮h̴̟̀ị̵̏ṉ̶̛g̸͉͊s̴̗̎ ̸̩͐ N̷͍̈ė̵͖v̶͇̆è̸͕r̷͈͒ ̸̮̀ C̸̮͠h̵̨̛a̵͚͌n̶̠̚g̶̢͒e̸̛ͅ.̴̖͝ ̸̅ͅ H̷̬͘e̴̅͜h̸̦̽-̸̨̋h̷͈͂ę̶͗h̴͍͠.̸̳̎” The boy leaned into his palm and shut his eyes. “Alas, that is not who I am. This is not O̷̩̚ư̴͓r̷̲̎ ̴͉̈́ R̵̢̓o̷͚̾l̴̊͜ĕ̶͔ ̷̯͋ I̷̖͒n̸͕̽ ̴̟̍ Ț̶͘h̶̳̋ì̸̺s̴͙̍ ̶̞̕ W̸̬̊o̷̩̚r̵̛̘l̸͖̐d̶͓̃.̶̘́ Everything…. All of it Ḯ̶͉ṡ̴͚ ̵͇̈́ P̶̙̀o̸͇͐ì̴̻n̸̹͐t̸́ͅl̵̠̑ĕ̶͇ṣ̸͘ș̷̽.̷̛̤” He chucked the damp rag into the bottom of the sink, prompting the boy to wince and blink up at him.

“We are not meant for this.”

“R’not to company?” The Thin Man frowned, but carefully rubbed the back of the boys head.

“You are... not really company. The way you are... you are not right. That will all be amended, and you will have your world back. T̷̢̚h̷̘͘ȩ̶̚ ̸̩̓ W̸͕̓a̷̻͌y̶̥̓ it was meant Ṫ̷̹o̸̹̓ ̶͓͗ P̷̩͑l̵̡͘a̶̻͒y̶̠͗ ̷͎̔ O̷͙͂u̴̖͆t̸̗̏.̷̬̃ T̶̫̅h̷̫͘ḯ̵̗ŝ̶͓ ̷͇̈ I̴͓̾s̴̯͛ all an E̷̗̋l̶͉̽a̵̾͜b̶̛͔ȯ̸̢r̶̹͌ḁ̷́t̵͍̀ḙ̶̑ ̷̪̋G̵̥͂a̴̓ͅm̷͚̕è̵̡, wherein we A̶̻͝r̴͈͒ȅ̵̹ ̷̳̀ Ť̵̳h̴͍́e̸̳͘ ̴̝͆ P̸͚̈a̷͗͜w̵̠͛n̴̗̑s̷̲̀, and very little agency to Ā̷̖l̸̨̒t̸̼͝e̵̛͇r̶̢̔ ̶͉̏ T̵̺͠h̷͖̑e̸̤͑ ̴̲̓ E̸͙̊v̸̬̓e̷̬͑n̴͖̓t̴̗̎ṷ̷̈́a̷̼̔l̵̖̅s̴̪͆ of D̶͚̏ę̸̛s̴̻̎t̴̳̑í̷̯n̵̘̆ȳ̵͍.̷͙̀” A miniscule huff flexed between his fingers. No denying he had nothing worth giving the boy, but the child would have to live with disappointments. Such as his self.

“It is beyond what you can comprehend, but it will reach you later.” He patted the boy on his back. “Much later, but all the same. Yours. Then all your questions will be answered, and you will know more than you E̵̻͗v̴̹͠ë̶̬́r̴͚̓ ̵̞̈́ Ć̴͈ä̸͔́r̶͓̀e̵͖̐d̴̼̊ ̴̰́ T̶͔̍o̴̠͗.̸̹̕ Perhaps, more than you C̸͖͆ó̴͔u̷̻̒ḽ̷̈d̶̙͆ ̸̜̔ Ĥ̴͓á̶̺v̵͉̉e̷̖̾ ̷̳̚ P̷̜̕r̵̥̋é̸̳p̵͍̀a̴̡̕r̷͓͠e̴͇̅d̵͓̕ ̴̪̀ F̴͌͜o̸̩͋r̵͙͆.̷̟̐”

A soft hum and a cough, rattled the boys chest. He rubbed the boy’s back, until the gagging soothed out.

“It will make sense when you arrive where you belong. I will be there, and you will know all is… W̶̖̒ę̴̕l̶͙̎l̸̤̑.̵̘͑” The boy fumbled between his hands, trying to look at him.

“But is for’gether. That important. Have Mono.”

Pointless ideas that died in the perpetually dying world. “Why is it important? Tell me. W̸̱̌h̵̦̾ỳ̶̭?̸̰͒” The child was satisfied to fiddle with the cufflink on his wrist, and probably wanted to bite him again. If he was not cautious, the child might try eating him.

“Mm… same. Have same.”

He snorted and giggled. Oh, this poor boy. Could learn nothing. Why bother with any of his hard earned lessons.

“We are too much same,” the Thin Man hummed. “It does not work. Ị̸̀t̷͙͠ ̵̦̓N̶̖̆ȇ̶̼v̸̨̋e̵͉̎r̴̃͜ worked. G̶̤̈́õ̶̯i̸̭͌n̵̯͝ĝ̸̫ ̷͙͌F̵̛̫o̶͉̿ṛ̵͗w̵̡̏a̶͇͘r̵̳͠d̵̞͂,̵͉̈́ ̸̰̂ it shall Ǹ̶͍è̷̜ṽ̵̧ę̴͒r̴͖̉ ̶͇̆Ẃ̸̫o̴̘̾r̷̨͘ḱ̶̗.̶̗͝ ̶̮̆T̶̜̓h̶̩̆a̶̡̛t̵̞̒ too you will H̸̟̉a̴͖̿v̶̖̈́ẽ̵̢ ̴̭̔ to ̵̨͑learn for Y̷̤̕o̵̗̓ů̵̬r̵̲͘š̷̺e̵̺̒l̴̯͝f̵͎̾.̴͈̆ ̷̗͘W̶̥͝h̷̛̯â̸̝ṫ̴ͅe̷̛͜v̵̦͝e̸͙̕r̴̗͝ ̷̼̌H̷͖̄â̵ͅp̷̛͔p̶̥͛e̵͇̔n̶̙͠s̸͇͌,̸̱̑whatever you do ̴͎͒N̶͖͐ő̶̡t̵̬͆h̸͊͜i̶̩̐ñ̴̮g̸̏͜ will ever change. W̵̰͊e̴̝̾ ̶̰̽ do not C̵̫͝h̷͚͆a̶̤͐n̵̡̽g̸̼̿e̸̞̓.̸͔̀”

That one constant was an assuring promise. After everything he broke and ruined, there was something to return to. A Place awaiting to erase everything. He could rewind it all and start over. Even if he would miss the child, just a bit. The boy had these moments that came from somewhere distance, and beyond the reach of the treacherous Signal Tower. But as the cycle foretold, all events and machinations would come to their conclusion. The world would be erased, and once more a child would return to the world - a child brimming with ruthless passion, curiosity, and idealistic fantasies. For a blink in the timeline, that boy had someone something to fight for - until his world was crushed and cast aside.

In the meantime, he needed to explain a few things to the boy.

#little nightmares #the thin man #thin dad #mono #feral mono #tw: smoking mention #little nightmares fanfic #little nightmares fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #the thin man having the roughest day #dealing with viewers #going home and finding his kid smoking #mono is a child who is loyal to his thin man and will never abandon him

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random-ln-stuff · 2 years

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Post-canon AU where after being killed by Six, the Lady’s soul gets stuck to Six in a way, and starts manifesting through her new powers.

The Lady keeps trying to teach Six how to use her powers and is desperately trying to get her to become the next Lady, but Six doesn’t care whatsoever about any of that, instead having her own goals of heading back to the Pale City to rescue Mono. And since the Lady’s soul is now intertwined with Six and her new powers, she’s forcibly taken with her on this quest to the Signal Tower.

So the Lady is essentially being forcibly dragged across the world to the Pale City by a very stubborn nine year old as she does her best to manipulate this child into going back to the Maw or at the very least convince her to embrace her new powers and become the next lady.

Meanwhile, from Six’s perspective, she has exactly three things on her list of priorities:

Reach the Pale City

Rescue Mono

Get rid of these powers and the annoying voice that comes with them

#little nightmares #au #Six #the Lady #gets even better when you remember that the Lady used to live in the Pale City #so she knows exactly where Six is heading and exactly what awaits her #the Lady finally figures out that the boy Six keeps mentioning is the fucking Thin Man #This au can end in two ways in my opinion:#Six successfully rescues Mono and gets rid of the Lady (whether this gets rid or her powers or not doesn’t matter)#or the Lady manages to make Six into the next Lady #Possibly by straight up possessing her #Six being possessed by the Lady is an interesting concept

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hezuart · 8 months

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LITTLE NIGHTMARES 3

aaaaaaAAAAAA

DANG OKAy

So I had a premonition for Little Nightmares 3. Last night I had a dream that Mono was just growing old in a tower he chose to stay in as a hermit and just retired there. The runaway kid's real name was revealed to be "Gilbert" and he summoned UFOs that performed a wicked cool airshow over the sea, but then the USA government shot them down and captured them for experimentation. The government was also after a bunch of super powered teenagers and children. They all swam away and tried to escape. Six was amongst them. One of the teenagers took a liking to Six and used her powers to change Six's (super long???) hair a bright red. It was then revealed the government figurehead in charge of the capture raid was Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story. I should also mention every single person including the kids in my dream looked like they were from the Lorax movie. Like imagine Little Nightmares but all Onceler style. I woke up to several dozen messages of Little Nightmares 3 trailer and well... I'm very relieved it's nothing like my dream.

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Anyway! I had very low, negative expectations for LN3. I didn't think it would ever come out, and if it did, it wouldn't be the same. I am SO glad to be wrong. This developer apparently also worked on Little Nightmares 2, so they had a feel for the story, concepts, atmosphere, and gameplay. Little Nightmares 3 trailer doesn't give us a ton to work with, but I see high inspiration from previously unused concepts. Like the crows and mirrors in the Little Nightmares comics, and the giant baby from Little Nightmares 2 concept art.

The crow boy looks as though he can go through mirrors and technically fly with a black-feathered umbrella he uses to float. The girl has a wrench, and at first, I thought she was wearing an ugly gas mask, but it's apparently an old-fashioned pilot hat. So I touched it up in my drawing to make it look more recognizable... and cute. Already their designs are very intriguing. Can't tell what the full story is about, but they're new characters in a new setting, I'm very excited to see the world get expanded!

It's still a somewhat different style and atmosphere to the previous two games, but this developer really seemed like they paid attention and made it as authentic as they possibly could, and for that I am so grateful, I respect them so much. I am now changed! I've got a hopeful and optimistic mindset for the future of this series.

ESPECIALLY AFTER LEARNING IT'S ACTUALLY GONNA BE CO-OP. HELLO?!

WHO WANTS TO DROP ME OFF A CLIFF?? LETS DO IT

#little nightmares #little nightmares 3 #LN3 #i hope we discover their names soon

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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*walks up to the ask box with a paper bag over my head (Like Mono from little nightmares) and places my ask before disappearing into the dark alleyway*

Once when MC was visiting the human world. The brothers decided to go with them to stalk 'keep an eye in them'

So they're all following behind MC, trying to be inconspicuous but failing miserably because they kept fighting. But thank Dia, MC though they were just delulu. (Mc internal monologue: "I'm so far gone, I can still hear them arguing" *shakes head and keeps walking*)

The plan backfires when MC stops in front of a bakery that Beel has already set his sights on. Beel just marches up to the bakery and goes inside and MC just watches him go in like (0////0)ayo what! why that boy here!?. So they follow after him and it results in the two leaving the bakery hand in hand on their way back to MCs place (Beel conveniently forgetting to mention that his brother's were with him) And all the bros are just standing there like (o_o)

❇ Levi and Belphie decide to give up and the go back to the Devildom sulking.

❀ Luci and Tannie decide to make the most of their visit by going to some stores to get some items they wanted.

❁ Mammon and Asmo refuse to give it up and end up getting arrested for their suspicious behavior and Luci has to come bail them out (after a night in jail oc)

~🍒

Carful in the dark alley XD

Not MC assuming they’ve simply lost it helpshsk- Fair enough tho, they’ve spent too much time around demons-

Plot twist Beel planned it and walked in knowing MC would follow him and he could get you all to himself~ (smart bby)

Levi ‘n Belphie would go home to cry and spam text MC trying to get attention away from Beel- jealous boys XD

Lucifer also stays behind to make sure Beel doesn’t cause any trouble and to spy on what exactly Beel does with MC Satan found a book store he’s happy!

Mammon ‘n Asmo having to share a jail cell for a night, is an absolute nightmare for the guard 💀 they might just pay Lucifer to take the two away!!!

and the whole time all the other brothers are busy being, well themselves- Beel and you are having some quality time!! Could be a sweet date or spending time at your place, Beel’s just happy to have you all to himself for a change!

#🍒 anon!#obey me!#obey me poly mc #obey me poly reader #obey me poly #obey me beel x reader #obey me brothers x reader #obey me brothers #obey me shenanigans #om! suggestive #om! poly #obmswd poly reader #obmswd poly

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0aestheticallycrying · 8 months

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So my dad just finished playing little nightmares two and pointed out something I haven’t seen many people mention. He said Mono’s name makes perfect sense in the context of the eye, given that the word “Monocular” literally means “one eyed.”

Bro???

#little nightmare mono #little nightmares #little nightmares 3 #little nightmares six #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares lore

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queen0fm0nsterz · 8 months

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Maybe there wasn't some large single cataclysm that sent the world of Little Nightmares into the horror that it is today? Maybe it just got steadily worse over time.

In the Necropolis, a place that is probably hundreds if not thousands of years old, we still see mechanical eyes, but they have killed seemingly normal adult humans. The world clearly isn't in the state it's currently in by the time of The Sounds of Nightmares, but it still seems to have a general disregard for children. There appear to be a lot of cycles (the Ladies, the Thin Man, the Maw docking, etc) so maybe the world just gets slightly worse each time?

I share this opinion with you! I also believe the world of the Nowhere has gotten worse and worse gradually overtime.

Something interesting to note is that there also seem to be children who are, somehow, from the Nowhere. The biggest example being the Pretender and the Refugee Boy. The Pretender, because we see her family pictures and her home where she (supposedly) grew up in -- and in the Pretender's quarters there are also several pictures of children who have "Nowhere-esque" features.

And then there is the Refugee Boy and his sister, who mentions that the charm he was given at birth was something given to all children from his village specifically to protect them against the North Wind, who we know is an entity from the Nowhere.

Mono is also a strong candidate for being a born Resident, although considering how his cycle works it might have not always been that way.

Again, as you mentioned, I think the world went on the decline gradually. There might even be some sparse places, like the Refugee Boy's village, where the destruction has yet to arrive.

Now, considering this information, I am wondering which ones of the monsters we meet are born Residents and which ones are Visitors turned Residents... to refresh your memory, Visitors are those who end up getting stuck the Nowhere with the intention of leaving it, so pretty much every protagonist & child we've met up to now (excluding Mono). Residents are the people who either give up hope, let themselves be swayed by the Eye or choose to stay. I do have a STRONG suspicion about a possible "Visitor-turned-Resident", considering how their cycle works...

... But we shall see.

#little nightmares #little nightmares iii #little nightmares theory #ln meta #ln theory #six #ln six #mono #ln mono #the lady #ln the lady #the pretender #ln the pretender #the refugee boy #ln refugee boy #little nightmares iii theory #little nightmares meta #little nightmares ii theory

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purplemninja · 7 months

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A depressing revelation about Six's ending

2 months ago on the LN subreddit, I made a theory post where I say how Six may have had powers all along and didn't use them until the end, similar to Mono, and this wasn't the main focus of the post but in it I also mentioned a new way to interpret Six's ending and I compared it to a scene in Avatar: The last Airbender where Iroh teaches Zuko how to redirect lightning, the important thing being that lightning is a metaphor for abuse.

A person named Skrappo made a fandom wiki blog that goes into full detail on this new way to interpret the ending of LN1 (crediting me) and I will copy and paste it here for more people to see (I'll divide it between his blog and my comment with "---------" as a border, so to avoid people being confused between his info and mine)

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Credit goes to PurpleMNinja for the original idea.

In an interview, Little Nightmares' "Senior Narrative Designer" Dave Mervik said that he believes that both Six and Mono got equally bleak and hopeless endings. This has confused many fans ever since LN2's release. How could Six's fate be just as bad as Mono's? Mono is trapped forever in an infinite times-loop of betrayal, torture, and depression; while Six has become extremely powerful and has escaped the Maw, taking out anyone who stood in her path. I think I have realised why he believes this.

Let's take a look at Mono's story. He is a small child who has a bag over his head to hide from the world, to try to forget that it hates him. Throughout LN2, he continues to lie to himself, pretending that the world doesn't hate him, he is constantly hiding. But when Six is taken and he is confronted by Thin Man, he has had enough. He accepts that the world he lives in hates him and accepts who he truly is, using his newfound powers to defeat Thin Man and take control of the Pale City. I think we can all agree that this is his most badass moment. But it all amounts to nothing, as he is betrayed and left to sit and rot for the rest of his life in that little room. Until he is stripped of his humanity and turned into the Signal Tower's slave.

Now let's look at Six's story. Like Mono, she is a small child who is in a world that hates her and wants her dead. Unlike Mono however, she doesn't try to pretend that it doesn't. Instead she chooses to be a survivor. Her greatest fear is death, and she will do anything to avoid it (and really, can you blame a 9-year old child for wanting to live?). However, despite living in a world that is kill or be killed, Six still tries to cling on to her childish innocence, she tries not to give in to darkness. Throughout the series, we see her doing many good things; trying to save Raincoat Girl, befriending Mono, hugging the Nomes, etc. But every time she tries to show kindness it backfires. She fails to save Raincoat Girl, she is betrayed by Mono (from her perspective), and she is forced to choose between committing cannibalism by eating a sausage or eating a little Nome like all the other ones she had befriended previously. She ultimately decided that eating the Nome was a better alternative to cannibalism (not realising that the Nome was another child). However the eating of the Nome pushed Six close to her breaking point. She has tried so hard to remain pure, to stay innocent, but every time she is given nothing but heartbreak and guilt in return. I believe that Dark Six is a representation of her inner darkness, her shadow, the animalistic sinful part of her that will do as many immoral actions as it needs (and maybe more for fun) to survive. When Six has her final hunger bout, she realises that truth. She realises that if she wants to live, she has to give in to her shadow, she has no other choice. She eats the Lady, and gives up the last bit of innocence she had left. And now, with the Lady's power, she can finally take revenge and fight back against the horrible monsters that had been treating her like an animal. She walks down the dining halls, massacres the Guests along the way, she is finally able to fight back against the world, to rise above the world. She walks up into the sunlight, finally out of the Maw... and she is met with an endless ocean. We hear a boat horn in the distance, but it is likely nothing more than the Guests' ship leaving. She has spent her whole life being ruthlessly attacked by the world around her, and now that she has finally gained the ability to fight back, it holds back... it leaves her alone. After going through living hell, being forced to do things she didn't want to, and giving up her innocence, she is met with a dead end. It has all been for nothing. She is still stranded, and all she can do is stand there, and look out into the sea, knowing that there is no way for her to escape...

This is why I think that Dave Mervik believes both endings to be equally bleak. Both characters go through so much trauma, leading up to them finally breaking and rising above the world that hates them, becoming able to fight back, and then they are both met with a dead end. In reality, Raincoat Girl and Runaway Kid had it the best. They both died and were able to escape the nightmare, but Six and Mono are forever trapped, alone and hopeless...

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TL;DR - I compare Six's ending to Zuko being taught how to redirect lightning because both characters have been most notoriously abused by the worlds they live in, and after much struggle they eventually are able to fight back, but their worlds leave them there with nothing to fight (Six gets a few guests, but that's it). Making them suffer so much and not grant them any sort of payoff when they're finally able to dish it back out. (I know how the rest of ATLA goes)

I slightly imagine the world wanted Six to either die, or suffer so much but be left stranded when she's able to fight back so that her struggles, sacrifices and losses don't end up with some sort of payoff or reward, making her go through so much to avoid death just to be met with a dead end when she manages to plow through it all. Either way, the cruel world wins.

If that's not a massive middle finger, I don't know what is.

And this new realisation on the ending of LN1 only adds to the tragedy of Six's story, which I've gone into full detail here.

And since I've probably made you very sad, here's some music I think is best when thinking about this interpretation of Six's ending:

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TWST x Various Fandom Crossover Thoughts

I've been chucking various TWST guys into various universes in my head to see what sticks - these are the results! I'll probably post some more. I'd also be super happy to hear your own thoughts on what character + universe pairings would work well in your opinions - so feel free to share your own thoughts in my askbox or by tagging me in your own posts!

Potential Spoilers For: Sky:Children of the Light, Little Nightmares 2, Hunter X Hunter

Sky:COTL - Kalim Al-Asim

I feel like a good candidate for someone to end up in the world of Sky could be Kalim! Since he has many siblings, he would probably get along well with the ever-curious Skykids. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could even match their energy given how he often acts in TWST. Some Skykids would definitely try to trade candles for his ‘cosmetics’ if he ends up in the other world while in his dorm leader uniform.

He would definitely be seen as a moth by more experienced Skykids once they see how he struggles to fly after receiving his first Winged Light and forms his cape, He didn’t even go over to it the moment he saw t! Only brand-new moths don’t know how important gathering Winged Light is! They’ll need to help lead him through the realms! (Only Kalim keeps making many more friends and ends up in a Very Large group when they finally reach the final realm lol)

I can also see him being perseverant enough to make his way through the realms to Eden and find his way home to TWST via the help of the Elders – OR by making his way through the last part of Eden and finding a way home in Orbit.

Who knows, maybe he’ll bring a few blessings home too – gifted to him by the Light Children he traveled with.

Little Nightmares 2 - Ruggie Bucchi

Hmmm… While my mind jumps to Ortho because he looks younger than most of the TWST cast – I feel like Ruggie would be better suited to surviving the harsh challenges that the world of Little Nightmares has to offer. In this scenario I’m going for the typical Isekai scenario of ‘character ends up as buddies with the main character(s)’ – and I can certainly see Ruggie taking Six and Mono under his wing as they make their way through the pale city.

With his skills, he’d likely be able to assist the kids with more challenging parts of navigating the city or fleeing from dangerous beings (such as giving them boosts for climbing into the hospital, or speeding up the process of lifting the shotgun in the hunter’s shed.)

I feel like he’d have a few close calls, and would definitely be more understanding of Six’s actions in some of the later parts of their journey than some fans of the game are – you've gotta do what you can to survive in a place like this, and Six is just a little kid.

Unfortunately, he eventually ends up being split off from the group near the end when Six drops Mono in the ending and maybe ends up dragged through some type of portal back to his home world.

Hunter X Hunter - Lilia Vanrogue

For Hunter X Hunter, I thought about it for a while and finally settled on Lilia being the most interesting TWST character to send into the world. I mean, think about it. Old man who has two surrogate sons encounters a quartet of boys who all probably need A Goddamn Father Figure.

Gon is the obvious one – kid is looking for his deadbeat dad so I can see Lilia tryna fill that position himself. Not to mention that Killua would likely also end up under his wing due to him and Gon being practically connected at the hip. He also has similar eye and hair colours to Silver – and Lilia has experience handling really powerful kids/teens via raising Malleus, so minding Killua would be a cinch.

Kurapika is the reason why I wanted to select Ace, Kalim, or Lilia for this crossover idea. Primarily because the whole deal with Kurapika being the only survivor of the Kurta clan, and the fact that Lilia has red eyes may catch him (any anyone else who may know of the Kurta clan) off guard. Not to mention, Lilia’s eyes may make an encounter with the Phantom Troupe more interesting…

IDK much about Leorio, so I’m not going to talk at length about him, but I feel like Lilia may have a joke or two to crack about how Leorio looks older than his age whereas Lilia looks quite youthful. There could also be a funny little moment where the others ask Lilia how old he is and Lilia is all ‘wouldn’t you like to know, weather boys.’

(Also RIP to the judges of the cooking portion of the second phase of the exam lmao. Lilia’s cooking would make Buhara keel over hahaha)

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