*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic/117842-my-character-designs-lt-33-3?start=120. The main character is my AU of the Creepypasta character “Nina the killer” which can be googled. Chris is Nina’s canon little brother. Alyssa is my OC. Enjoy!*
Alyssa started crawling towards the thrown ouija board, Nina stayed put. She didn’t feel like moving.
“You can go summon Jeff once I get the stuff.”
“I don’t want to.”
“What?” Alyssa asked, incredulous. She held the ouija board and the planchette, her eyes looking like they somewhat glowed in the darkness.
“Did you not see what just happened? I don’t want to. I don’t think I want to do this again at all.”
“How-how could you say that? They need us! They need our loyalty! We can’t chicken out!”
Alyssa crawled back to Nina, an expression of disbelief on her face. Her black hair was wild around her face, the ends sticking out.
“I’ll help out later. Now I just…I just want to go home.” Nina said.
She got up from the ground, walking towards the door. She was so close, it’d only take seconds-
“You can’t leave.”
Alyssa’s hand was tight around her wrist. She wrung it away and Alyssa took hold of her again, so she stepped on Alyssa’s foot and ran.
Her wrist felt a little sore but it wouldn’t hurt long.
………………………………………………………………….
The branches of the trees swayed with the wind, rattling against one another like bones. Nina couldn’t see anything but what was illuminated in the light of her phone. She heard Alyssa calling out behind her, but if she went faster, then she wouldn’t hear her at all.
“You promise there will be candy?”
A little boy’s voice, echoing in the woods. There were shadows moving. Everything was shadows in the woods. A trick of light that her phone couldn’t catch.
A high-pitched scream broke off, jagged like a knife. Leaves crunched under her feet, Alyssa was still calling out for her-
And then it was quiet. She was in front of her house. Nina turned back behind her and saw a mass of trees. Nothing else.
She was tired. She needed to sleep. Her eyes already felt like it was ringed heavily by sleep. She was hearing voices. Why would a little boy be up so late?
A voice as innocent and curious as Chris’.
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