You’ve been friends for a long time now.
It’s been so long--longer than either of you remember-- you understand each other implicitly, instantly picking up on cues that other people wouldn’t even catch. Working together as a team comes naturally after all you’ve been through.
It’s a hard life here in the Nowhere, looking for a way out, a way back home, but things could be worse. You’re together, that’s what matters.
In Little Nightmares III, that teamwork will be put to the test as never before, whether you’re playing online with a friend or solo with an AI companion.
In the latest trailer, you’ll see just a few of the challenges waiting for Low and Alone that you’ll need to overcome.
In our first-ever online co-op game, two children will need to collaborate with different tools to solve the eternal problem facing Visitors in this charmingly horrible nightmare world – staying alive.
If you play as Low, you’ll have the use of his makeshift bow and arrows.
Did he used to fire it in games of fantasy, pretending to be a hero? Neither of them are sure these days.
Now, his arrows slice ropes and bring down the smaller threats of the Nowhere, like grounding buzzing beetles so Alone can finish them off.
Playing as Alone means shouldering her wrench.
It must have taken time for such a small creature to learn to haul that solid iron weight. But she wields it with relative ease.
How many times has she swung it? How many attacks and traps have they lived through? They both lost count long ago.
Lately, it feels different. It’s hard to explain how, but they can both feel it. They’re finally moving towards where they really belong. But the Necropolis is a far cry from what they knew before, and what comes after that… it’s worse. It’s always… always worse…
The slap of cold rain as shadows squirm inside a canvas tent. The harsh burn of chemicals used to stoke the machines as you scurry through their pipes and vents. The scuttle of claws on metal behind you.
And that’s when you start to see glimpses of it, the face you truly fear. Because for the longest time, it’s just been the both of you. And even though it was always bad, it was always hard… You worked together and saw each other through.
You climbed and ran and hid and, in the end, you survived.
But now, when the pully creaks and warbles like it might give way, when the yellowed lights snap on without warning, when a shadow looms out of the dark, there’s this moment – a moment when you look at your friend and you see a perfect reflection of your own terror.
And you know without saying a word that you’re both thinking the same thing… “We might not live through this nightmare.”
You’re just children, after all.
