Young Writers Society

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1275. This is a fanfic of the Creepypasta character, Nina the Killer. Other Creepypastas mentioned are Jeff the Killer, Zalgo, Slenderman, and Zalgo. What is Creepypasta? Tis’ internet horror, which can be a spooky story, video, or photo. You can look up all the Creepypastas I mentioned if you are interested in learning more about them. My OCS are Zoe and Sienna. Anyway, enjoy!*

Nina stabbed her fork into her bowl of macaroni and cheese, Jeff’s encounter still lingering in her mind. She had finished her homework, the concerns of whether or not she got any of it correct unimportant to her.

Chris was watching the TV, absentmindedly eating. Some cartoon show was on, but at the moment, only commercials were playing. It did not matter to him. He liked watching anything that was on the TV, merely because it was a TV.

Mom and Dad were eating spaghetti, deciding that as adults, they didn’t “need” mac and cheese. There were a lot of things that they thought they needed and didn’t.

Nina wanted to leave behind her homework, school, the mundanity, all of it, and in its place, live amongst the Creepypastas and commit murders, but there was the trouble of finding who to kill and embarrassingly so, she did not know if she wanted to. It was one thing to read about it and to fantasize it, but to put it in practice? That was something else entirely.

Her whole family, living their boring, comfortable lives. If only Nina could tell them the truth of her thoughts, her plans.

But they’d never understand. She had to figure it out herself.

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She had finished taking a shower and was heading off to bed in her pink pajamas. She would go to sleep. She would clear her head.

Nina pulled the covers over herself and lay still, waiting for sleep to snatch her away, to whisk her off, to…to…

It was Saturday morning. Nina was still in bed, but she could hear the blur of the TV downstairs. It sounded like the news. Why was the news on? She wanted to watch something cooler.

Nina pulled back the covers and walked downstairs, getting ready to change the channel. On Saturdays, only fun things could be played. It was the right thing to do, it-

“Oh my god, oh my god! This is horrible.”

She stopped. Why was her Mom all upset? Why did she sound like she was going to choke? Her heart raced with unease as Nina got closer and closer…no…no…

There were two sides on the screen, showing two houses on fire. She didn’t need to read the headline to know whose houses they were, because she had visited them hundreds of times in her life, had played games in them, had watched movies in them, had hoped and dreamed in them…

“Nina, you’re up! I’m so sorry you have to see this, here, you can change it.”

Mom handed her the remote. Nina took it, still staring at the TV. But she didn’t change the channel.

Zoe and Sienna’s houses were on fire. The flames were choking up the houses, tearing through the dark night sky. It had happened last night. Nina was imagining that Jeff was her boyfriend keeping her company in the night, like always, and her friends were burning. They were BURNING. But how? How could that happen? What if somebody did something? It didn’t seem right to Nina that their houses would just BURN.

Or maybe she read too many Creepypastas. Maybe it was just a tragic accident. But yet, it didn’t seem right that there was no bigger cause of her friends’…death. What if-no-but it couldn’t be-but people reported seeing Slenderman and Jeff and Laughing Jack and all the others, so what if? What if it was…Zalgo?

Zalgo wasn’t like Slenderman. He was evil. He was corrupt. He hurt innocent people. He ruled over the Creepypastas. He would burn her friends down, if he were real.

But if he was, then the adults didn’t know and there was nothing that Nina could do to tell them, because they’d never believe her, because they’d never listen to reason, because-because-

Nina kicked off the covers, suddenly feeling way too hot in the blankets. She needed to cool down.