Nina the Killer Rewritten

Nina the Killer Rewritten by Doros70

Art by Hachiya-B.

(Nina was created by Alegotic Twelve.)

Heya. My name is Nina Hopkins. I'm writing this little story for some sense of closure, because lately, things became overwhelming... My mother Monica, my brother Christian and myself were immigrants from Venezuela, and we moved to America to start fresh. There, my mom met a man named Marvin and they started dating. Before I knew it, he became my stepfather. I was pretty cautious about him at first, but then I saw what kind of person he really was. He had an unbelievably short temper, he was extremely strict, and would harshly punish me or Chris when we did something he didn't like or didn't do our chores. Since then, mom stopped paying attention to me, and Chris would always go out of his way to get on my nerves.

My life at school wasn't any better. All the way through elementary school and the first two years of middle school, I had no friends to hang out with; quite the opposite, all my classmates would bully me relentlessly, and the teachers wouldn't bother to lift a finger to help me, even if they saw me being harassed. But the worst bullies of them all were an older girl named Claudia, a middle school senior named Malcolm, and another boy named Yoni. They would push me around all the time, they would steal my backpack and run around the school with it; they always pulled the cruelest pranks, beat me, and say horrible things about me to my other classmates that were completely baseless.

I don't know why I was the one being bullied, but a part of me told me that they were just jealous because I was the only one getting straight A's.

I had nowhere to go to escape the abuse from home and school. I felt depressed most of the time and often thought about taking my own life. I almost did it a couple times, but I always chickened out at the last second. I was basically stuck in a loop of pain with no way out.

When I turned twelve, I discovered something that forever changed my lifestyle: Normally, I would watch anime, listen to music like J-pop, play video games, or just play air guitar in my free time. But that day, I aimlessly surfed around the internet and found about an urban legend called "Jeff the Killer". It was a legend about a bullied teenager who gets his revenge on his tormentors by becoming a ruthless serial killer and becomes free to do whatever he wants without any consequences. In my opinion, he's better than Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, and Leatherface combined, and you might not want me to hear you say otherwise.

There were many stories about him, but all of them managed to keep me invested. Soon enough, I found myself in love with him, mostly because I find him more relatable than anyone I know. I adored him more than anything. I always felt a strange attraction to him. All the stories about him are my favorite. Every time I read them, I felt a strange sensation, but I didn't know what that strange feeling was, but it felt so good.

The best part about all of this is that I knew for a fact that he lived close to my town and that he was two or three years older than me (If you think he's not real, you can get the FUCK out of here!!!). Even a few people tried to imitate him and his work, but none of them managed to match up to him.

After a boring day at school, I would lock myself into my room and read about him for hours, completely ignoring my homework or other responsibilities. He was my dear, lovable prince. One day, I started to draw him. It was just a hobby at first, but it soon turned into a habit.

I started to make posters, write my own stories about him, most of them weren't even finished and I didn't publish them. I would write poems, fill a board with pictures, and even made a plush to my prince's likeness which I had stained with lipstick marks. Soon, I started to picture myself with him and I drew the various things we would do together one day.

Alas, it all seemed like a fantasy... at the time. I realized that I couldn't be with him while being stuck to my unchanging life. I wanted to prove my devotion to him by giving myself a makeover. My eyes were blue, but my hair was brown, my smile was too small, and my skin wasn't pale enough, so I began to make some changes.

I started by dying my hair black like ebony and making my face pale as snow with foundation. Then I carefully chose my wardrobe so I can wear the same clothes until the near future. I chose my favorite fuchsia hoodie, a black miniskirt, red and black thigh-high socks, fingerless gloves, and purple converse shoes. I tied my long hair into a high ponytail in a crimson bow, and gave my hair a single magenta streak. I even made my own choker with Jeff's name between two hearts.

I was 90% satisfied with my look, but there was one missing detail: Jeff has a smile carved into his beautiful cheeks, so I took a knife from the kitchen and went to the bathroom. I almost took the knife to my mouth, but I was too scared to do it. I realized how painful it would be to give myself the smile. I didn't have the courage then, so I hid the knife behind my nightstand, where I knew no one would find it.

The next day, I decided to go to school with my new look. It's not like my teachers would notice, they don't care. I knew that I would get a lot of attention from my classmates, and I was prepared for anything, but then those three c*****, Claudia, Malcolm, and Yoni had to ruin everything.

"Why are you walking near the school dressed like a freak?" Claudia asked in her usual condescending tone.

"What's the matter? You don't like my look?" I asked passive-aggressively.

"It's a bit early for Halloween, you know. What are you supposed to be, anyway? The protagonist of your r******* animu you like so much?" Malcolm added.

"I tried to look like Jeff the Killer. You got a problem with that?"

"So you're trying to become part of a silly fairytale? Your brain and self-esteem must be smaller than a walnut to think that!" Yoni said walking behind me like a shark.

Out of nowhere, he tried to grab my backpack. At that moment, that was when I had enough. I retaliated by trying to snatch back my pack, but Yoni pulled very hard, and so did I. Then the backpack was ripped in half and my heart sank when I saw how all my drawings of my prince and my handmade plush fell to the ground.

"The hell is this?" Yoni said confused as he grabbed my plush and handing it over to Claudia.

"Hey! Give me back my prince!" I shouted in anger, trying to snatch my plush back, but Claudia held it in the air and kept it out of my reach.

"Your PRINCE? Are you mental?" Malcolm asked. "You're friggin' twelve, for God's sake. I guess it's time for you to grow up."

Then I was pushed to the ground, and when I was about to get up, I saw to my horror how Claudia ripped the head of my little prince while Malcolm and Yoni grabbed as many drawings as possible and ripped them into tiny little pieces. I wept as I saw how the lawn was littered with paper and stuffing. Once they were done, the bell rang and they started walking away.

"Have fun with your imaginary boyfriend, Nina the Killer." Claudia laughed as she walked with the boys to class.

I was devastated. All my hard work and dedication to my perfect man was besmirched by three ignorant, putrid, self-righteous assholes.

I decided not to go to class that day. Instead, I walked around town aimlessly. I didn't know where I was going or where I could go to. I just wandered around, boiling with anger and thinking about what I could to those three walking trash bags. However, I realized that every time I walked down an empty street, I could feel the presence of someone walking behind me, and whenever I turned around, there was no one there. Normally, I would get freaked out by this, but at that time, I couldn't help but feel a surprising calm washing over me. It felt like I was being kept safe by an angel.

I decided to go back to school right before it was done for the day, and I managed to follow Claudia all the way to her house, trying my best to not get spotted by her. A few minutes of stalking later, I was finally led to her house. It was shockingly close to my house, but that didn't bother me much, because I was trying to think of a way to get my revenge on her.

I decided to go home and go back to my room and think about what I should do, but when I opened the door to my room, my eyes widened at what I saw.

My mom and stepdad were ripping the posters of my prince off my walls and stuffing them into bags for recyclable trash. My desk, which would normally be full of Jeff-related stuff, was almost empty, except for all the unfinished homework and failed tests that I hid in the drawers.

"Mom! Dad! What do you think you're doing?!" I screamed.

"Whatever this is, your whole Jeff the Killer obsession thing, that stops today!" my stepdad said firmly without bothering to look at me. My mother decided to explain their motive.

"Nina, listen. Your obsession is affecting your results at school. I just got off the phone with a few of your teachers, who told me that you failed at every test for the past month, you doodle in class instead of paying attention, and you don't do your homework. They even said that you didn't show up at school today! This has to stop."

"We're doing this for your own good, Nina," my stepdad told me. I knew that wasn't true. My mother and father always said that phrase as an excuse so they can make me live my life the way they wanted. I decided to call out on their bullshit.

"Then why don't you prove it, you stupid idiots?!" I shouted at them.

It was the first and last time in my life when my anger faded into fear so fast. My parents stared at me angrily and they stopped ripping my posters. I looked at my father and he walked over to me, right before giving me a hard smack across my face. I grabbed my numb cheek as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Don't you dare disrespect me or your mother again, or there will be consequences. GOT IT?!"

"Y- yessir," I replied meekly.

I watched in silence how my parents continued to remove my posters, and then they left without saying a word. When they were gone, I sat in the corner of my room and cried into my own arms as I put the knees close to my chest. Without my posters and drawings, my room felt completely empty. Not even my plush was there to keep me company.

I sat there, thinking about nothing for hours until I saw my door opening. It was my brother, Chris. He always liked to enter my room because he never had any respect for other people's boundaries and saw how my room was different.

"What's wrong Nina? Can I help you?" he asked. Chris was a few years younger than me. I knew that he was too young to help me, let alone understand what I was going through.

"You wouldn't get it," I said quietly. "Just get out of my room for once."

"Nina, I just wanna help-"

"GET OUT!!!"

He flinched when I shouted, and he quickly closed the door out of fear. This was the first time someone was afraid of me. Once I could think straight again, I realized that I was feeling the same sensation whenever I read about Jeff the Killer. Then I remembered that we were alike in a lot of ways. Jeff managed to stand up to his tormentors and got the freedom he deserved. I was kept down by my parents and bullies. It was at this moment that I decided to become free, too.

After a few hours of deciding, I waited for mom and dad to fall asleep and I rose up from my corner. I checked behind the nightstand, and thankfully, the knife was still there. I took the knife and slowly made my way to my parents' bedroom, making a careful effort to not make any noise at all. When I was halfway there, I heard footsteps walking towards the door. I hid in the room next to the bathroom and peeked from the corner. I saw my mother going to the bathroom. That was a good sign because my mother tended to stay inside the bathroom for minutes on end, giving me the perfect opportunity to deal with my stepdad.

When she closed the door, I made my way to the bedroom and gently pushed the door open. My stepdad was snoring loudly like a bear, and I tried to deal with him without making any noise. I made my way next to my dad, took a pillow, and pushed it with all my might against his face. He didn't wake up until far too late. He tried to push me off, but I held the pillow down with all the strength I could muster until my stepfather stopped moving entirely.

At that moment, I felt how I got rid of a huge weight from my back. But that moment was short-lived when I heard the muffled sound of a toilet being flushed. I quickly snuck next to the door and waited for her with my knife ready. When she opened the door, she made a few steps forward and I snuck behind her. I shoved the knife into her back. She screamed loudly, but I pushed her to the bed and stabbed her until she stopped moving, then I stabbed her again, and again, and again, and again... I think I lost count at around 1063.

When I was done, I took a few steps back and observed my work. It was perfect... But even that moment was short-lived. I heard a sound from behind and I turned around to see what it was. I saw Chris standing in the doorway with a terrified expression on his face. He probably heard the screams and saw what I was doing to our mother.

Goddammit. I knew what I had to do, but I didn't want to do it. My brother wasn't known for keeping secrets, so I didn't want to take any risks. When he was about to run away, I lunged at him before he could react and I tackled him to the ground. When I was on top of him, I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed as hard as I could. He was too weak to fight back, and I wanted to make sure he was dead by slamming his head against the floor over and over again until he went limp.

I had no idea how to feel. Sure, he was a prick and really annoying, but doing that to my own brother was a little too much. My whole body was shaking, but I was still happy that my parents were gone. And with my whole family dead, there was no one close to me who could see myself become...

That's when I remembered what I was afraid to do when I changed my looks. I was ready to become a new woman. I walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Even with all the blood on my clothes, I still looked gorgeous... but not gorgeous enough. I washed the knife from all the blood and brought it close to my face.

With a sharp inhale, I closed my eyes and shoved the knife into my cheek. The pain was so instant and sharp, but to me, it was a euphoric pain that I never experienced in my life. I couldn't stop giggling. Slowly but surely, I managed to make the two cuts look like a nice big, pretty smile.

When I was done, I looked at myself and I almost cried from how perfect I looked. I was now just as beautiful as he was. It was such an amazing feeling that I can't even describe. I was finally ready to do the one thing I've been wanting to do for a loooong time.

I exited my house for the last time and I walked through the streets by myself. A few people saw my strangely pale face, but I didn't care what they were thinking. I was only focused on my goal. I made my way to Claudia's house and hopped over the fence that led to the backyard. There was a window leading to the kitchen, and I managed to open it and get in without making a sound. I walked upstairs and I found her room. It was perfect. All those years of bullying and ridicule were about to come to an end.

I took a look at her sleeping and I smiled as she unconsciously faced the ceiling. I must've stood there for too long, because she woke up and screamed when she saw me. The second she screamed, I pulled out my knife and plunged it deep into her stomach. She screamed louder with each hole I cut into her body, and I silenced her by piercing her skull.

She was finally dead. I felt relieved, but I still had to deal with the other two assholes, Malcolm and Yoni. When I was about to giggle out of happiness, I heard footsteps sprinting down the hallway, heading for the room. I was prepared to face who would enter the door and kill them quickly. I clenched my knife and waited. But as soon as the door opened, everything went black, as if I was suddenly unconscious.

I didn't know what happened. I thought I was killed by surprise or something. I was scared for a moment, but when I opened my eyes again, I noticed that I was on Claudia's kitchen floor, and the light was turned on. When I looked ahead, I saw two corpses in the darkness, most likely Claudia's parents.

When I stood up, I looked to my right, and I stopped dead in my tracks...

There, just a few feet from me and sitting on the counter, was my prince. He looked exactly how I imagined him: Long, jet black hair, a white hoodie stained with blood, two dreamy eyes bordered in black, smooth white skin, and a big, beautiful smile on his lips.

I couldn't believe it... Jeff the Killer was sitting right next to me. I immediately blushed and my heart began to beat faster.

"You were in trouble, Nina. I saved you from those maggots because I didn't want to lose someone as great as you."

Oh shit. Did he just say my name? Holy shit, yes, this is happening!!!

"Jeffy! My prince! You're here! You're actually here! I... I almost can't believe it. I killed everyone who kept me down, just so I can be with you forever! We're free."

"Come, my love. Let's have some fun before we leave this town forever."

He took my hand, and we exited the house. I felt how my heart was about to burst. We started by viciously murdering Malcolm and Yoni and their families in many wonderful ways, there were some I never thought about. Then, we moved on to many other houses. Jeff taught me so many things, and I executed the new methods flawlessly.

We continued to kill people until the sun was about to rise, and we had no choice but to leave the town and escape into the woods. Once we were far enough from the town, we stopped to catch our breaths. He looked at me seductively. Holy crap. I mean, I'm not complaining, but it was so surreal. He reached nearer and my heart thumped harder with every inch he came closer. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his face. Before I knew it, we kissed. I couldn't believe it. I kissed JEFF THE FUCKING KILLER! YES! My dreams finally became reality.

I can already see how bright our future's gonna be. I can't wait for what will happen next.

There is nothing in this whole world that can spoil this for me.

Note: What you just read was a fanfiction written by Nina Sofia Hopkins. Her story was published on her accounts on sites such as DeviantArt, Wattpad, Archive of Our Own, Creepypasta Wiki, and Fanfiction.net. The accounts have been deleted after the murders, but the story has been intensely proofread, since the original version was full of misspellings and grammar errors, and the story lacked paragraphs. The changes were made to spare your eyes and dignity from Nina's horrible case of illiteracy. Nina has also lied about her life at home as well as about the school. According to the reports, she was never bullied or abused by anyone and failed at every subject. She was only able to murder her parents, brother. Claudia is currently in the hospital, recovering from her wounds, and Nina was overpowered by Claudia's father and called the police. Jeff the Killer has also never showed up. Nina is currently held in a mental hospital, where she waits every day for her prince to rescue her.