My experience with Creepypasta

Nina The Killer

Time: 02:46
Place: My kitchen

I stumbled into the kitchen, groaning. Why in Satan's name did I have to come down at two in the morning to feed my dogs? I paused. Footsteps. "Is it Jeff again...?" I murmured to myself. "But Jeff usually comes with Smile and I don't hear claws." I carried on. So another of the Pasta's that most likely don't need the Cyberspace shiz. I thought. But... Who? I guess one peek wouldn't hurt.... Right? I looked behind me. The brilliant pink in this person's hair gave it away. I almost swore, but stopped myself. My cousin was in bed. "Oh hello, Jeff wannabe." I spoke, way overconfident. Yep. I'm gonna die.

"Huh. Confident, are we?" Jeff wannabe spoke.

"Well yeah. Duh." I said.

"You'll be fun.." she stated.

"I think not." sassed moi.

"Why are you so confident?" Nina growled out.

"Because I am. You're just a Jeff wannabe. You're less likely to be with Jeff than I am. And those chances are low." I stated. Bloody Jeff fangirls. Even being Pastas, they're annoying.

"Huh. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way-" I cut her off.

"I think not thot! The power of Satan compels you!" I screeched, holding my fingers in an cross-shape.

".... What..?" she murmured.

"What?" I asked.

"Nina!" I recognised that voice. I smirked. Jeff.

"Oh... Hey Jeff!" she stuttered

"Did you really think it'd be that easy?" he shook his head. "I'm ashamed, Nina."

"But shouldn't she be killed?" Nina protested.

I pinched myself. Ow... Real life, not a dream. Oof. Just my luck, Nina is real.. Why? Frick.

"Can one of you make me 'Go to sleep' or whatever. I'm tired, just please." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Why?" the idiot (Jeff Wannabe) inquired.

"Cause its bloody two in the morning. And I want sleep." I rolled my eyes with a yawn.

"Fine, fine."

"Ha, no."

I opened my eyes after forcing myself to fall down the stairs again. Frick. They're still here. "Can you go now?" I mumbled, dizzy.

"C'mon Nina, au'revoir, Princess (Chat Noir is quaking)." Joker Reject accepted.

I smiled and promptly passed out on the floor. In front of my kitchen. Downstairs. After falling down them.

FOTC

Nina is a Jeff Wannabe that Jeff lovers despise more than Draco Malfoy does. (My name, is Draco Malfoy, I am, a racist, I DESPISE Gingers, and Mudbloods, I hate Gryffindor house, and my parents work for the man that killed your parents, do you want to be my friend?)