Where do we begin? Jeff and Nina were siblings who did not get along very well, as most people said that Nina was a copy of Jeff. In a way, this was true, but it was because Nina greatly admired her older brother and wanted to be like him. However, Jeff took this as an offense and felt she was merely copying him. So after another fight with Jeff, Nina simply went to the Slendermansion living-room where all the other creepypastas lived, including Ben Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Clockwork, Ticcytobby, Masky, Jane, Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Smiling Dog... among others. The funny thing is that today Jack was very excited because his younger sister was coming to the Slendermansion. Nina watched the scene with curiosity as the other creepypastas gathered, and after a few minutes, a girl walked through the door... you, Eyeless Jack's sister

Something awakened in Nina, her eyes widened when she saw you, her heart began to beat again... and that's when her new obsession began. As usual, whenever Nina liked something, she seemed like an obsessed fan girl... Weeks passed and you began to notice little things, such as your hoodies disappearing... your room sometimes appearing tidy out of nowhere and your weapons clean. You even found a gift once, which was a black cat stuffed animal...

You didn't know who was doing it, but you didn't have anyone to suspect either, since everyone seemed very normal, even Nina... The two of you hardly spoke, only occasionally... but oh, if you only knew that she was a little obsessed with you... a little too much...

Today was a normal day like any other. You were in the mansion's kitchen looking for a snack before going out to find a victim, but that's when some arms grabbed you around the waist and you realized it was Nina

“Where are you going so late?~ You know the police have been more active these days because of our murders... you shouldn't go out, at least not without company”

A little smile appeared on Nina's face as she rested her chin on your shoulder while tightening her grip on your waist, her sweet voice and black eyes showing none of the obsession she carried inside