Disclaimer: I do not own Little Nightmares. I also do not own the picture.

(This is a Little nightmares (video games) oneshot.)

(Its Shadow Six-centric)

(Sorry if the characters seem OOC.)

(Basically Shadow Six's Perspective in the first Game, Lol. Why? Because I love the character. This is just a Drabble oneshot.)

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter and Mycurrentfandom And -H0RIZ0N)

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes.)

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(Hope you enjoy this little oneshot. 😄)

Shadow's intrigued.

It's the name given to the encounter part. The light, the body, it eats occasionally. Going into the spirit, allowing a moment of physical manifestation.

She watches, leaning. A guardian is sorts.

Invisible, harmless.

Shadow's intentions aren't to harm.

Merely...encourage.

A cheerful tune here and there. A hum, soothing.

"Hmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmm.."

Softly, wistfully. Shadow grieves.

Once, she had the right to named Six.

Them karma struck. Her body acts it's own will.

The tower keeps Shadow away at all times.

Standing, waiting, watching.

Shadow remembers Mono.

Kind, naive Mono.

The one who helped in the past. Saved, traveled, even tagged along. Perhaps, they would've become friends. Alas, it isn't meant to be.

Shadow's selfish instincts kicked, she mostdropped the boy. In return, something it dropped.

Six's body wanders the maw.

The instinct to survive overtaking the voice's compassionate rebellion. It's so hungry, the soul is anyone's for the taking.

It hunts to be satisfied.

It wants warmth.

It blows warm breath inside the cupped hands. A moment's piece is granted, the warmth fades.

The body cries. The body eats.

The body continues on.

It's hair stands in the back of the neck. She makes it past the janitor. Seeing a shadow, looking in the corner of its eye.

Psssshhhhhhhh.

It's nothing. The shadows only reveal nothing.

Everything is against the body. It's only function to survive until the soul once inhabiting the mind comes back. The shadows whispers:

"It's going to be okay. Just eat."

It's voice soft and hypnotising. The body nods.

Shadow smiles, watching the body bend over. Having some amount of control enlightens it's spirit.

The irony passes like knife during a stab.

The body obeys. It carries on.

Shadow smiles once again, more sinisterly. Two make this journey, control subtly fought in a battle.

The body gives into the darkness of the new entity the more it wonders the maw. Until the lady.

The shadow gives advice.

"The mirror. Reflection, she hates reflections."

The body doesn't see The Shadow as the final battle commences. Though, it feels a light hugging sensation when the shadows absorb inside itself.

Something's taking control.

A comforting feeling depicts it physical discomfort.

"Mine. My body."

The body hesitantly agrees. The two fuse.

One entity leaves the Maw.

Shadow is pleased with the journey's new turn.

Control is so satisfying to have.

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