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On the night of October 15th, everything seemed normal. I was chatting with my friends on Discord, just like any other evening. Our group chat was filled with discussions about new SML videos, SML shorts, and classic SML episodes. But then, I got a notification from Chris (I'll call him that). He sent a link to a file in the chat—he claimed it was a deleted SML video titled "SML Movie: Nancy's Return!"
I was curious. “How’d you find a deleted SML video from the official channel?” I asked.
Chris replied, “I found it on a site that has a bunch of private, lost, and deleted media. Stuff you’d never expect. This one has some rare SML videos, so I Downloaded this one just to share with you. Just watch it.”
The idea of "lost" and "deleted" SML content felt a little strange to me, but curiosity got the best of me. I clicked on the link, expecting to watch something weird, but what
I found was even stranger.
Instead of the usual YouTube or video platform, it led me to a site called “MEDIA ARCHIVE”. The page was empty, save for an image that resembled an official SML thumbnail. The image was heavily saturated, it showed Nancy—Jeffy's estranged mother—wearing a bloody mask, holding a firearm in one hand and a bloody knife in the other. Behind her was a bloody axe, and the background was pure black.
The description under the image read: “Nancy Comes Back For A Little Payback.”
Intrigued, I thought it might be some sort of deleted Halloween special, so I clicked on the image to start the video.
Right before the video starts, it showed a message saying “
WARNING
The following video contains disturbing and graphic content, including depictions of extreme violence, psychological manipulation, and unsettling themes.
This material is intended for mature audiences only and may not be suitable for all viewers.
Proceed with caution if you choose to watch.
Viewer discretion is strongly advised.”
As soon as it began, the screen went full-screen. The video opened with silence—an empty graveyard under a blood-red sky. Lightning cracked, illuminating a headstone marked “Nancy – Rest In Peace.” Suddenly, the dirt on the grave shifted, and a pale, bloody decomposed hand clawed its way to the surface. Nancy crawled out of the grave, her body dirty and bloody. Her eyes were hollow and bloodshot, her face deformed into a grin. Through blood-choked whispers, she muttered, “Jeffy… where’s my sweet Jeffy?”
The scene cut to Nancy stumbling through the woods, covered in blood and dirt. She found a torn-up, bloodstained mask in the mud. Without hesitation, she picked it up and put it on, whispering, “Mommy’s home.”
She wandered until she came upon an abandoned cabin, where she found a rusty axe, a bloody chef’s knife, and a loaded gun. “It’s time for Mommy to pay a little visit,” she murmured, stalking toward the SML house.
The scene cuts to A group of teenagers sat gathered around a bench at a park, laughing and joking. They were carefree, enjoying the twilight hours with music blaring softly from a portable speaker.
Nancy watched them from the dark, her breathing uneven, her fingers twitching with anticipation. In her trembling hand, she clutched the gun, its cold metal surface in the light.
With a wild, manic look in her eyes, Nancy stepped out of the dark and began walking toward the group. The teens didn’t notice her at first, caught up in their conversation and laughter. But when one of them looked up and saw the disheveled woman approaching, their laughter faltered.
“Uh… can we help you, lady?” one of the teens asked nervously, standing up.
Nancy didn’t respond. Instead, she raised the gun, her hand steady now, and fired the first shot. The bullet hit the teen square in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
The group screamed, scrambling to their feet and trying to run, but Nancy’s expression turned into a horrifying grin as she opened fire again and again, savoring the panic and chaos. The sound of gunfire heard through the park, mixed with the teens’ desperate cries for help.
One by one, they fell. Blood stained the grass beneath them, pooling around their lifeless bodies. A girl tried to crawl away, her leg injured, but Nancy calmly walked up to her and knelt down.
“You can’t run from me,” Nancy whispered, her voice soft. She grabbed the girl’s hair and pulled her head back, staring into her terrified eyes. “No one can.”
With that, she pressed the barrel of the gun to the girl’s forehead and pulled the trigger, silencing her screams.
When the last of the teens was dead, Nancy stood among the carnage, breathing heavily. But she wasn’t done. The wild look in her eyes grew darker as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the bloody knife.
She dragged the knife across the bodies, carving strange, jagged symbols into their skin. Each cut was precise, deliberate, as if she was marking them for some ritual. She sliced open their faces, creating grotesque smiles that mirrored her own psychotic grin.
Nancy laughed to herself as she worked, the sound hollow and chilling. “You should’ve stayed home,” she muttered, wiping blood from her hands onto her clothes.
By the time she was finished, The teens’ mutilated bodies were left scattered across the grass,
Nancy stood in the center of it all, her head tilted slightly as she admired her handiwork. “Beautiful,”
she moved on, leaving a trail of death in her wake as she searched for Jeffy.
The scene shifted to a quiet forest at dusk. The trees loomed tall, their branches like skeletal hands clawing at the sky. A lone hiker, a man in his early thirties with a scruffy beard and a large backpack, walked along a narrow dirt path. He hummed to himself, the crunching of leaves beneath his boots the only sound accompanying him.
The hiker stopped for a moment to take a sip from his water bottle. As he wiped his mouth, he froze, his eyes narrowing. He could’ve sworn he heard something—footsteps, perhaps—but when he turned around, there was nothing there. Just the endless rows of trees and the encroaching dark.
Shrugging it off, he continued walking, but the unease began to grow. The further he went, the quieter the forest became. The birds stopped chirping, the wind died down, and even the rustle of leaves seemed to vanish.
Then he heard it again—soft, deliberate footsteps, crunching the leaves just behind him. He spun around, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hello?” he called out, his voice trembling.
Silence.
The hiker shook his head, trying to convince himself it was just his imagination. “Get a grip, man,” he muttered, quickening his pace.
But the footsteps returned, this time louder and closer. Panic set in as the hiker broke into a jog, his breaths coming in short gasps. He didn’t dare look back, but the sound of the footsteps seemed to be right behind him now.
Suddenly, a shadow darted across the path ahead of him. The hiker skidded to a stop, his eyes darting frantically around the darkening forest. “Who’s there?!” he shouted, pulling out a pocketknife from his backpack.
A low, chilling laugh heard through the trees, sending a shiver down his spine. The hiker gripped the knife. “I’m warning you! Stay back!” Said the hiker.
From the dark, Nancy emerged, her signature mask gleaming in the light. Her knife, still bloodied from her previous victims, hung loosely at her side.
The hiker’s eyes widened in terror. “What the fuck do you want?” he demanded, his voice cracking.
Nancy didn’t respond. Instead, she tilted her head, as if studying him, before vanishing into the dark again.
The hiker whipped his head around, trying to keep track of her, but she was too fast. She moved through the trees like a phantom, her laughter heard around him.
“Stop playing games!” the hiker screamed, his voice hoarse.
Without warning, Nancy lunged from the dark, slashing at his arm. The hiker cried out, dropping his knife as blood dripped onto the forest floor. He stumbled backward, clutching his wound, but Nancy didn’t give him a chance to recover.
She kicked him very hard in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto the ground. “HOLY SHIT” screamed the hiker, The hiker scrambled to his feet and tried to run, but Nancy grabbed him by the back of his backpack, yanking him down again.
He screamed as Nancy pinned him to the ground, her knife hovering just above his throat. “Please… don’t…” he begged, tears streaming down his face.
Nancy leaned in close, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you? The woods aren’t safe at night.”
She dragged the tip of her knife across his chest, cutting through his shirt and skin, leaving a trail of blood. The hiker writhed beneath her, his screams echoing through the empty forest, but no one was there to hear him.
Nancy began carving into his skin, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she was an artist painting on a canvas. The hiker’s screams grew weaker as blood pooled around him.
For her final act, Nancy grabbed a coil of rope from his backpack and tied it around his neck, dragging him to the nearest tree. She threw the rope over a thick branch and hoisted him up, his body dangling lifelessly in the moonlight.
Nancy stepped back, admiring her work. The hiker’s body swayed gently in the breeze,
She turned and disappeared into the dark once more, leaving the forest silent and still, save for the creak of the rope and the rustle of leaves.
Later, A group of kids, no older than 13, walked nervously along a dirt path. They held flashlights, their beams cutting through the dense trees, as they talked about ghost stories they’d heard.
“Do you really think this Candyman person is real?” one of them asked, his voice shaky.
“Come on, he’s just a stupid story,” another replied, trying to sound brave but failing miserably.
Suddenly, a shadow darted past them, too quick for their flashlights to catch. They froze, their breaths hitching.
“Did you see that?”
The group huddled closer together, their flashlights trembling in their hands. That’s when a chilling laugh heard through the forest, sending shivers down their spines.
“Run!” one of them screamed, but it was too late.
Nancy emerged from the dark, a gun in her hand. Without hesitation, she raised it and fired point-blank at the nearest kid, hitting him square in the chest. He collapsed to the ground, Blood pooled around his body as the other kids screamed in terror and scattered in different directions.
Nancy cocked her head, watching them flee like frightened animals. “This is going to be fun,” she said, her voice dripping with malice.
She began hunting them down, one by one.
The first kid tripped over a root, falling face-first into the dirt. As he scrambled to get up, Nancy appeared behind him, her knife gleaming in the moonlight. She plunged it into his back, twisting it cruelly before pulling it out. His screams faded into the night as his body went limp.
The second kid made it to a clearing, thinking he was safe. But Nancy was waiting for him. She grabbed him from behind, slamming his head into a tree until his skull cracked, the sound heard through the forest.
The third kid ran toward a small cabin hidden among the trees. He threw himself inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. Panting heavily, he barricaded himself in a room, pushing a dresser against the door. He backed away slowly, clutching a makeshift weapon he’d grabbed—a broken chair leg.
His flashlight flickered, casting shadows on the walls. “She can’t get in… she can’t get in… she can’t get in,” he muttered to himself, trying to calm his racing heart.
But then, he heard it—a creak coming from the closet.
He turned toward it, Before he could react, the closet door burst open, and Nancy lunged out. Her hand shot forward, grabbing his shirt and yanking him inside. The flashlight fell to the floor, its beam spinning wildly
The screen abruptly cut to black for 10 seconds.
When it returned, the cabin was silent. The camera panned slowly through the main room, revealing streaks of blood smeared across the walls and floor. As the shot widened, the source of the carnage was revealed.
In the center of the room was a grotesque pile of bodies—the kids, their lifeless forms twisted and crumpled together in a bloody heap. Their faces were frozen in expressions of terror, their clothes soaked in red. Nancy stood over the pile, her mask splattered with blood, her knife dripping. She tilted her head, admiring her work.
The next scene cut to Hank Huckerdoo, Marvin's eccentric neighbor, who was proudly polishing his latest trophy for "Best Lawn" on his porch. His wife, Susanne, was inside preparing dinner, while their children played in the yard. Hank muttered to himself, "Another year, another victory. Marvin doesn’t stand a chance." He chuckled, admiring his immaculate lawn, oblivious to the danger coming nearby.
Nancy, now fully consumed by her bloodlust, had silently crept into the Huckerdoo property. She stood in the dark, her mask under the porch light as she hold her axe. Hank finally noticed her when she stepped into the light.
“Who the fuck are you, and why are you on my property?!” Hank demanded, his tone a mix of irritation and confusion. Nancy tilted her head, her hollow, bloodshot eyes staring into his soul.
“I’m just here to settle an old grudge,” she whispered, her voice sending chills down Hank’s spine. Before he could react, Nancy swung the axe, aiming for his prized trophy. It shattered into pieces, sending Hank into a furious rage.
“You lunatic! That trophy is priceless!” he shouted, rushing toward her. But Nancy was faster. She swung the blunt side of the axe, striking Hank in the ribs with enough force to knock the wind out of him. He stumbled backward, clutching his side in pain.
Nancy dragged him into his perfectly manicured backyard, where the torture began. First, she tied him to a garden stake, mocking him for his obsession with his lawn. “Let’s see how much you care about this grass when it’s soaked in your blood,” she Said. She began slicing his skin with a rusty gardening tool, carving deep wounds into his arms and chest. Hank screamed in agony, but Nancy only laughed, her joy growing with each cry.
“Please, stop! I’ll give you anything you want!” Hank begged, his voice hoarse from screaming. Nancy leaned in close, her mask almost touching his face. “What I want,” she hissed, “is for you to suffer.” She plunged a pair of hedge clippers into his side, the blades crunching through bone and flesh.
As Hank's life slipped away, Nancy picked up a bag of fertilizer and poured it over his wounds, the chemicals burning into his flesh. “Your lawn deserves the best care, doesn’t it, Hank?” she mocked, her laughter echoing through the night. She finished by beheading him with a single, brutal swing of the axe. Blood sprayed across the immaculate grass, staining it forever.
Nancy stood over his lifeless body, her smile hidden beneath her mask. “Marvin’s arch-rival... eliminated,” she muttered, disappearing into the shadows once more,
The scene cut to Karen sitting on the couch in the living room, watching one of her favorite cheesy soap operas. She held a bowl of popcorn in her lap, completely oblivious to the chaos happening around her. The muffled sound of bloodcurdling screams could be heard from the other rooms, but Karen just laughed at the TV, brushing it off.
“Oh, honey, Boiny better not forget to bring me my McDonald’s when he gets home,” she muttered, her high-pitched voice grating.
Suddenly, the TV flickered. The screen distorted, the images replaced by static. Karen frowned, slapping the side of the TV. “Hey, what’s going on? I was watching that!” she whined.
The static disappeared, replaced by Nancy’s masked face staring directly into the camera. Karen froze, her heart skipping a beat.
“Who… who are you?” Karen stammered, dropping the popcorn bowl onto the floor.
Nancy tilted her head and whispered through the screen, “You’re next,”
Before Karen could react, the lights in the room flickered and went out, plunging the house into darkness. Karen screamed, fumbling to find her phone, but before she could grab it, the sound of footsteps heard behind her.
“Boiny? Is that you?” she called out, her voice trembling.
A chilling laugh responded, heard in the room. Karen turned around, her eyes wide with fear. Nancy was standing there, her bloodied knife glinting in the light from the TV.
“Nice to meet you, Karen,” Nancy said in a mocking tone. “Brooklyn talked about you. And Said you were annoying.”
Karen gasped, backing away. “What do you want from me? Please, don’t hurt me!”
Nancy lunged at Karen, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her head against the wall. Karen screamed, struggling to fight back, but Nancy was too strong. She dragged Karen into the kitchen, slamming her onto the countertop.
Karen whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill me!”
Nancy smirked, pulling out a pair of scissors. “Oh, I’m not going to kill you right away. We’re going to have some fun first.”
She grabbed Karen’s hand and began snipping off her fingernails, one by one. Karen’s screams very loud as Nancy laughed, tossing the bloody nails onto the floor.
“Oops, did that hurt? My bad,” Nancy said mockingly. She then grabbed a meat tenderizer from the drawer and slammed it onto Karen’s hand, shattering her fingers.
Karen sobbed uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Nancy leaned in close, her masked face inches from Karen’s. “Because I can,” she whispered.
She pulled out her knife and pressed it against Karen’s cheek, slowly dragging it down to carve a jagged smile into her face. Blood poured from the wound as Karen screamed, her body trembling with pain and terror.
Nancy wasn’t done. She grabbed 2 pots of boiling water from the stove and poured one all over Karen’s legs, and the other on her face, The skin blistered and peeled, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air.
Karen writhed in agony, begging for mercy. But Nancy just laughed.
“You always wanted to be the center of attention, didn’t you,
Karen? Well, now you’ve got it.”
For her grand finale, Nancy tied Karen to a chair and positioned her in front of the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a live feed of Jonathan, her friend, tied up, gagged, and dead in another room. Nancy had left him there, Rotten, Decaying, and molding
Karen’s sobs grew louder as Nancy walked behind her, holding a large cleaver. “I’ll tell your family you say you love them, Karen,” Nancy whispered before swinging the cleaver down, severing Karen’s head in one swift motion.
The camera lingered on Karen’s lifeless body as Nancy picked up her head, holding it up to the screen. Blood dripped from the severed neck as Nancy grinned beneath her mask before dropping the head and disappearing.
The camera cut to a serene park, where two children, Emma and Cooper, were playing on a swing set. Emma, a bubbly girl with curly blonde hair, giggled as she swung higher and higher. Cooper, her brother with messy brown hair, stood behind her, pushing her swing and laughing along.
"Push me higher, Coop!" Emma squealed, her laughter echoing through the empty park.
Suddenly, the swings came to a jarring stop, as if an invisible force had frozen them in place. Emma and Cooper exchanged nervous glances.
"Cooper... what's going on?" Emma asked, her voice trembling.
"I don't know," Cooper replied, stepping back cautiously. "Maybe we should go home."
Before they could move, a low, chilling laugh heard through the park. Both kids froze in place as Nancy stepped out from behind a tree, her blood-streaked mask in the light.
"Leaving so soon?" Nancy said in a sing-song voice, tilting her head. "But we haven’t even started playing yet."
Emma clung to Cooper’s arm, her eyes wide with fear. "Who are you?" she whimpered.
Nancy ignored the question, instead pulling out a long, jagged knife from her belt. "Let’s play a game," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "It’s called ‘Who Screams the Loudest.’"
Cooper stepped in front of his sister, trying to shield her. "Stay away from us!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
Nancy chuckled darkly. "How brave. Let’s start with you, little hero."
Before Cooper could react, Nancy lunged at him, slashing his arm with the knife. He cried out in pain, stumbling backward. Emma screamed, but Nancy grabbed her by the hair, dragging her toward the swing set.
"Time to swing!" Nancy said cheerfully, tying Emma’s hands to the swing’s chains with rough rope. Emma struggled, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, let us go!" Emma begged.
Nancy leaned in close, her masked face inches from Emma’s. "You wanted to go higher, right? Let’s see how high you can go."
With that, Nancy began to push the swing violently, higher and higher. Emma screamed as the ropes tightened around her wrists, cutting into her skin. Nancy laughed, giving one final push that sent Emma flying off the swing. Emma landed hard on the ground, her leg twisting at an unnatural angle.
Cooper, bleeding but still conscious, crawled toward his sister. "Emma!" he cried, his voice filled with desperation.
Nancy turned her attention to him. "Aw, how touching. But we can’t have you spoiling the fun."
She grabbed a chain from her bag and wrapped it around Cooper’s neck, dragging him toward the jungle gym. Cooper clawed at the chain, gasping for air, but Nancy tightened it, her strength unnatural. She tied the other end of the chain to the top of the jungle gym, hoisting him up like a puppet.
"Let’s see if you can hang in there," Nancy sneered, watching as Cooper’s face turned pale.
Emma, still writhing on the ground in pain, tried to crawl away, but Nancy noticed and stomped on her injured leg. Emma screamed in agony as Nancy crouched beside her.
"Don’t worry, sweetie," Nancy whispered. "You’ll join your brother soon."
Nancy pulled out a pair of scissors and began cutting Emma’s hair, strand by strand, as the little girl sobbed. "I want to make you look pretty for the afterlife," Nancy said, her voice sickeningly calm.
Once she was done, Nancy grabbed a sharp rock from the ground and carved a jagged "X" into Emma’s forehead. Emma’s cries grew weaker as she lost blood, her small body trembling.
Meanwhile, Cooper had stopped struggling, his body hanging limp from the jungle gym. Nancy glanced up at him, her head tilting. "Looks like he couldn’t hang after all," she said with a laugh.
For her final act, Nancy grabbed Emma’s lifeless body and placed it on the swing, arranging her to look as though she were still playing. She stepped back to admire her work, the two siblings’ lifeless bodies now a grotesque mockery of their innocent playtime.
The camera lingered on the scene as Nancy walked away,
The camera cuts to Marvin, Rose, and Jeffy were sitting on the red couch, eating noodles. As Jeffy gobbled up his food like a pig, Marvin asked, “How do you eat that without vomiting or choking?”
Jeffy replied, “That’s because I’m grateful for the food, Daddy.”
Suddenly, the door was knocked on—loud, deliberate knocks. Marvin looked at Rose, confused. “Who could that be at this time of night?” he muttered, heading toward the door. And rose followed him The knock came again, louder this time, almost like a warning, But I kept watching. Marvin took a deep breath and opened the door, Before he could react, Nancy lunged forward with the axe, slashing Marvin across the face with a brutal swing. The axe tore through his skin, exposing actual blood and flesh, in a horrifying spray. You can bearly see his brain, Marvin collapsed, blood pouring from his wound.
Nancy stepped inside, her twisted grin widening under the blood-splattered mask. Rose screamed and tried to flee, but Nancy was faster, cornering her in the kitchen. She cornered rose With a sadistic glint in her eyes, “Where’s…my…son” Said Nancy, she stabbed the knife into Rose’s side. Rose’s lifeblood drained as she whispered, “Jeffy…”
Nancy moved through the house, hunting for any survivors.
The next scene showed Duggie, sitting on the couch, playing Call of Duty A loud gunshot is heard from the background, interrupting him, but he dismissed it, thinking it was apart of the game he was playing.
A knock on the door made him pause, and when he opened it, he was met with Marvin’s lifeless body.
Duggie gasped in shock, turning to flee, but Nancy appeared in front of him, swinging a large beer bottle and knocking him out cold.
The next scene shows Duggie was waking up in a dark room, his legs severed and his hands bound behind his back. The room was covered in blood. “Where am I?” he gasped, but Nancy appeared before him. She spoke one word: “Hell.”I’ve never seen any SML Video creepy as fuck, I tried clicking off the video, but when I did a Windows Error Message appeared on the corner of my screen it said “At this current moment, you cannot exit the page please try again later” I thought to myself “Huh!? Why is Windows not letting exit the video, maybe I had bad internet” I shrugged it off and continued watching,
Without mercy, she sliced open his torso, ripping out his organs, and laughing as he screamed. She didn’t stop there. She cut off his hands, stab him in his eyes and face, stab and cuts his neck multiple times, cuts one of his arms off, and eventually beheaded him, leaving nothing but his bloody body.
The scene showed Shrek, who was sitting in the bathroom as usual, eating a plate of cheesecake, The sound of footsteps is heard in the hallway outside the bathroom. Shrek, too preoccupied with his cheesecake, didn’t notice. He chuckled to himself, muttering, “This cheesecake is divine, better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.”
Suddenly, the light in the bathroom flickered. Shrek looked up, confused, and called out, “Donkey? Is that you? Quit playin’ around. Can’t a man have some privacy?” The footsteps stopped just outside the door, and an silence fell over the house. Then, the bathroom door creaked open slowly. Shrek turned toward the sound, his expression turning to horror as Nancy’s shadow appeared in the doorway, her axe dripping with blood.
“Who the bloody hell are you?” Shrek yelled, trying to grab something to defend himself. Nancy didn’t respond. Instead, she stepped forward, her head tilting unnaturally to one side, her bloody mask glinting in the dim light.
Shrek’s survival instincts kicked in, and he reached for a plunger beside the toilet, holding it up like a weapon. “You better back off, lass, or I’ll give you a good whack with this here plunger!” he warned, though his voice trembled.
Nancy chuckled darkly, her voice low and guttural. “Oh, Shrek,” she said mockingly, “You’ve had your last slice of cheesecake.” Without warning, she lunged at him with the axe. Shrek tried to block her attack with the plunger, but it was no match for the sharp blade. The axe came down hard, slicing through his arm. Shrek let out a loud guttural scream as blood spattered across the walls.
Clutching his wounded arm, Shrek stumbled backward, knocking over his cheesecake in the process. “You… you monster!” he cried out. But Nancy was relentless.
She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the bathroom, ignoring his cries of pain and protest.
The next scene was set in the kitchen. Shrek was tied to a chair, his arms and legs bound with duct tape. He was trembling, blood dripping from his wounded arm. Nancy stood before him, her axe in one hand and a large carving knife in the other.
“What do you want from me?” Shrek begged. “I’ll give you anything, just let me go!”
Nancy leaned in close, her bloody mask just inches from Shrek’s face. “I want to hear you scream,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice.
She began her gruesome work by carving into Shrek’s chest with the knife, spelling out the word “LIAR” as he screamed in agony. Shrek’s cried very loud the house, but no one came to help. Nancy laughed maniacally, relishing his suffering.
Next, she grabbed a cheese grater from the counter. “You love cheesecake, don’t you, Shrek?” she sneered. “Let’s see how you like this.” She pressed the grater against his face, scraping it down slowly. Shrek howled in pain as his green skin peeled away, leaving raw, bloody patches behind.
“Stop it! Please, just stop!” he begged, tears streaming down his face. But Nancy was unmoved. She picked up a can of whipped cream and sprayed it over his wounds, mocking him. “Now you’re the cheesecake,” she said with a twisted grin.
For the finale, Nancy grabbed a rolling pin and smashed Shrek’s kneecaps, one at a time. The sickening crunch of bone breaking was almost too much to bear. Shrek’s screams grew weaker as he slipped into unconsciousness. Nancy stepped back, admiring her handiwork.
“Sweet dreams, Shrek,” she whispered, before delivering the final blow with her axe. The screen lingered on Shrek’s lifeless body, slumped in the chair,
The next scene showed Mr. Goodman walking toward the SML house, muttering muttering, "Marvin better have my house Fucking payment.", When he arrived, he saw Marvin’s decomposed body and stopped in his tracks, staring in disbelief.
Nancy is heard screaming in the background, it wouldn’t stop, it growing louder. As Mr. Goodman looked around, the camera zoomed in on the left side of the frame, where Nancy suddenly appeared, charging at him with the axe raised. The screen went black as Mr. Goodman screamed, and after 16 seconds of silence, it returned, showing only his severed head in a pool of blood.
The next scene showed Braxton calling for Chef Pee Pee yelling “CHEF PEE PEE IM HUNGRY” and Chef Pee Pee doesn’t respond, Braxton yells “CHEF PEE PEE IM HUNGRY” still no response, Braxton decides to go in the kitchen but when he went into the kitchen, he yells “I SAID IM HUN-“ Braxton stopped and gasped, he found the chef’s body—mutilated, missing eyes, limbs, and with his neck and stomach grotesquely cut open. Braxton screamed in terror, pulling out his phone to call 9-1-1. But before he could speak, Nancy shot him multiple times, and he collapsed, dead.
Nancy then goes upstairs and finds Junior, Joseph, and Cody hiding behind the Red Couch. “Stay away!” Cody screamed, but Nancy just laughed. She lunged at them, stabbing and torturing all three, their blood-curdling screams filling the air as they died in agony.
Upstairs, Jeffy was hiding in his room under his bed, trembling as he heard Nancy’s twisted voice calling for him: “Come out, come out, wherever you are, sweet Jeffy!”
Finally, she found his Room and Entered. Jeffy’s eyes widened as she stepped into view, she pulled him From his hiding spot. “There you are,” she crooned,
Jeffy kicks Nancy hard as he can, almost making her fell, and the gun she had falls out of her pocket, then Jeffy kicks her ankle making her fall
Jeffy grabs the gun, “You piece of SHIT!” Said Nancy getting back up, when Nancy was getting back up, Jeffy shoots her multiple times and he shoots her in her right eye,
“AW FUCK MY EYE” Yelled Nancy, Nancy got down on one of her knees, jeffy points the Gun at her head, “Hasta la vista Bitch” Said Jeffy, and when he pulled the trigger, he ran out of ammo, “Aw Shit” Said Jeffy
Nancy got back up angrily huffing, and puffing, “WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO FUCK WITH ME JEFFY” Said Nancy, you can hear the rage in her voice, she started walking up to jeffy and Jeffy doesn’t do anything, he just stands there doing nothing, when Nancy walks up close to him. She punches Jeffy very hard making him fall, she then stands over jeffy,
“IT WAS YOU... ALL OF THIS... EVERYTHING I DID, I DID BECAUSE OF YOU! I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOU, JEFFY! I LOVED YOU—MORE THAN ANYTHING! BUT LOVE DOESN’T MEAN A DAMN THING WHEN YOU DON’T LISTEN! WHEN YOU PUSH AND PUSH UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF ME! YOU WENT TOO FAR THIS TIME, JEFFY, AND NOW... NOW YOU’LL SEE THE MONSTER YOU CREATED! YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME? LET ME SHOW YOU WHO I REALLY AM!” Yelled Nancy with Rage in her voice, then she grabs the axe
lifting the axe high. But just as she was about to swing, a loud gunshot rang out, and Nancy staggered backward, a look of shock spreading over her face.
The camera turned to reveal Brooklyn T. Guy, his face grim and resolute, his gun aimed at Nancy. “Get away from him,” he growled, he firing shot after shot, each bullet hitting Nancy and causing her to stumble back. Finally, she collapsed, dead.
Brooklyn T. Guy lowered his gun, breathing heavily, as Jeffy was looking at the scene in horror. Brooklyn T. Guy rushed to Jeffy, who has tears streaming down his face. “Is she… is she really gone?” Jeffy Asked, shaking uncontrollably. Jeffy
“Yeah,” Brooklyn T. Guy replied, his voice heavy. “Yeah She’s gone. You’re safe now.”
The camera zoomed in on Nancy’s lifeless body, the bloody mask still twisted in a sick smile. The screen then cut to black, and a SML Question appeared:
"Would you protect those you love, no matter the cost?
Best comment wins a chance to prove it.”
I sat there, frozen. This wasn’t like any SML video I had ever seen. Finally, I managed to close the video and delete the link. To this day, I haven’t heard from Chris again—and I’ve never gone back to that website.