Right then, an idea popped up into my head. It was a rather radical one. Still, I can't take any risks of getting caught. So, I decided to go for it. Why the hell not, right?
"Nina," I say undoubtedly. "Can I crash here for the night?," I felt my cheeks blush slightly as I asked.
Her expression lit up and she grabbed my two hands. She put them up cheerfully and nodded. "I'd be delighted to let you stay the night at my house!," she replied. I thanked her for letting me stay, a bit uncomfortable by the hand gesture. I haven't been touched by a girl that way before and it felt strange. I guess she noticed my troubledness and freed my hands from hers, a tiny frown on her lips showing up.
"Um, well you can sleep at the guest room, my mom's room -which is the master bedroom- or my brother's room," she stares at me. "You choose."
I shrug, since I could sleep anywhere as long as there's a bed. I've missed the feeling of a warm, clean bed. That's what sucks about being me; I never stay at one place. I'm always on the run because I'm a serial killer. I can't keep nice things because I have to leave them behind.
"Well, if you excuse me I'll go take a shower now... You should set yourself up while I do. I mean... If you want. Also, please don't try to kill me while I shower, ok?," she smiles awkwardly. "Uh, ok then," I raise my hands in surrender and chuckle a bit. She leaves to shower and I decide to take a little tour of the house. To be honest, I kind of wanted to go to the bathroom and have a peek at Nina's naked body, but I shook my head at that occurence. That would be a terrible idea. So, I just went into her room.
Her room was furnished simply and it wasn't a mess. The walls were painted purple, but the room also radiated black and pink. At the middle of the room there was a bed, which seemed to be queen sized, dressed in polka dotted bed sheets. Next to the bed, there was a small wooden bedside table. Laying on it was a doll that had a striking resemblance to me. I picked it up and examined it.
Why would she have a doll of me? Where did she even GET one?
Finding a doll of me in a girl's room is a new experience for me. I'm creeped out, but at the same time flattered. I also scavenged through her drawers and, to my surprise, found a heap of drawings of me. The drawings had different art styles and color schemes, so I inferred they were printed out from the internet, or at least not made by the same artist. All of this comes to show how much a person can be devoted to someone else. It's a rather peculiar thought; still it is a real one.
As I inspected the room of the teenage girl I made beautiful, I perceived a sweet flowery scent. The scent was being emitted from somewhere, though I couldn't point out from what exact point. I look down to the drawer I just opened and found the source of the mystery smell. "Oh damn," I whisper as I pick up a pair of bright pink panties. "Lady underwear, nice," I smirk eyeing the panties along with the quite big bras next to them.
After a short while of me surveying through her undergarments, I heard the shower water come to a halt. Shit, she's gonna come out any second now! I better leave no evidence of doing this!
I started to put everything in its belonging place and left the scene of her room just like before. I got out and closed the room door so she wouldn't tell that anyone was there. After that, I ran to my room (which was beside hers) and sat on the bed. With a sigh of relief, I hear the bathroom door open. Nina, now clean and with a lilac nightgown on her, came to me and smiled. "Your turn to shower, Jeff," I roll my eyes as if to show indifference to her. "Yeah, yeah, I'll go."
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Under the Crimson Star
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction about Jeff the killer and Nina the killer from the creepypasta fandom. I do not own the media or the characters; I only own the story. Anywhoozies, I hope you can enjoy this love thrill ride between these two psychopaths. Under...