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

(This is a Little nightmares (video games) fanfic)

(Its Grace (MY OC)-centric)

(Sorry if the characters seem OOC.)

(This takes place during the games.)

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter and Mycurrentfandom And -H0RIZ0N)

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes.)

(Hope you enjoy this little chapter. 😄)

She's beyond saving.

Well, everything is. The Pale City once a brightened, beautiful place. Now reduced to a pile of Ash.

I'm beyond saving.

Wandering around the dirty, abandoned streets. A child's mind is entirely...vanished. Forced into a state of growing. Growing too quickly.

SNAP!

Grace snaps the neck of a helpless child. Tied by rope, screaming hopelessly for help. As if anyone would actually come to their rescue.

It's a cute reaction.

The corpse laying seemed to jeer mockingly. Grace's hands snatched the food as she walked away. The corpse's lifeless never left her mind.

As if I don't feel bad. It's survival.

Grace wipes tears with her sleeve.

***

She hasn't always been alone.

No, Grace has the monsters of the night. Enemies as some call them. She's trapped in a land of death.

Oddly, it doesn't sound half bad.

The city streets squeak, squeal, shriek and creak. Noises haunt children's ears. Grace resists urge to cover her own.

Singling, the girl entered a hideout.

It's been years, she thinks as she unpacks the food. It tasted like crap, but you get what you get. Grace tastes a cookie.

She finds it amazing.

Food helped surviving. The tactic Grace uses is the no sympathy card. Always killing, never showing mercy.

Grace sounds like a monster.

She acts the part to prove it. Hunching down, the girl strains her ears to listen for any noise. Silence is the best weapon available.

Sound equals distraction.

Narrowing her eyes, Grace presses her hand deep into the ground. Scratches starting appearing, not being cared for at the moment.

Something's here.

When Grace turns around, she screams.

***

Floating.

Grace is floating. Inside the water, choking in her own oxygen. In the kitchen, Mama choked the girl.

"Mama!"

Tears slipping her Grace's eyes. Trying to grab onto whatever she can. A feeling of skin, smooth skin of the hands of the woman making Grace sink

'Mama's gonna kill me.'

For the past week, Mama has been staring at the tv. Becoming mute, hypnotised by the transmission. Grace wanted some breakfast, so she went to ask for Mama to pay attention.

This is consequence.

The woman's now soulless eyes contradict Grace's fearful, brought coloured ones. They once were glowing, affection towards Grace.

Hatred shines through emptiness.

"Mama, please!"

Suddenly, Mama lets go. Hands releasing Grace's throat. She gasps, cradling her throat to allow oxygen into the lungs.

Grace knows Mama isn't herself anymore.

Going into a bedroom, Grace quietly sneaks around to unlock a window. Finding a key, it easily unlocks.

Grace takes a needed leave.

***

Alone.

Grace is alone for weeks. She wakes up from the shock of the monster. Eyes cracking a little, she forced her body up.

Looking down, Grace notes scratches. Not the baddest wounds ever received. Shrugging, Grace leaves the hideout.

It's daytime. Well, as day as it can get.

The sun never comes out anymore. Sunshine is the pale blue sky associated with the Signal Tower. It took over the town, leaving few survivors.

Grace is sad to be one of them.

She wants to be free. Trapped inside the Pale City.

Tears slip down once again, Grace will them to stop. She can't be weak anymore. She needs to be strong.

Grace starts walking away. Being wary, not speaking is the best ally she has in possession. No speaking unless necessary.

It's the law all children secretly know.

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