Fix Him Up

⑤| Let's Play

Numbness and a severe cold. That's the only things I could feel when I woke up. My eyes felt heavy. I heard the shuffling of feet, papers flipping, a pen scratching. I knew I had to get up. I opened my eyes slowly and scanned the room. I was back in Dr. Smiley's clinic. I shot up and peeled the thin bed sheet off. A shock of pain shot up from my side which made me groan. Lifting up my shirt, I realized there were stitches right above my kidney. Bits of memories flashed in my mind. I remembered running from Smiley, I remembered him catching me, and then the moment that I thought I was going to die.

"I would advise to not moving much. You'll break my beautiful stitching." I looked over my shoulder to see Smiley leaning against the doorway nonchalantly. And it pissed me off just like everything else he did.

I shot him a death glare and said, "You are one sick bastard." He only shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room. Why and how I am still alive are just a few questions running in my mind. I had so many things to ask, but the pain that shot up from my side kept making me forget all the questions rambling in my mind.

Dr. Smiley reappeared in the doorway once again with a glare that could kill.

"This is your punishment for telling people about me. I know who you've told." How could he know? I never see him around stalking me.

"What if I tell more? Are you going to kill me? Probably not. You can't even do that correctly," I continued as I made a gesture to my body. He quickly walked up to me so that he was just a few inches from my face, his hands smashing onto the wall by my head.

"I let you live because this is fun when I have someone to play a game with."

"A game?" I questioned.

"Yes. This is all a game and I will win. I always do. And you can try all you want but in the end, I. Will. Win." He drew his face closer with every last word he spoke. He was to close for comfort.

"You sure about that?" His cocky smirk turned into a disgusted frown. Puffing out an exaggerated breath, he pushed himself off the wall and exited the room for good. The breath I was holding in was finally released as I moved off the tiny loveseat. I guess I wasn't good enough for an actual bed.

The room was the same as the last time I was here. Dark and cold. No decorations on the wall or punny posters. The only difference this time was that one of the two doors was now open. I slowly tip-toed to the doorway and peered in. Inside Dr. Smiley sat at a desk with papers all sprawled out. He let out a groan and ran his fingers through his dark hair. At the top of every paper on his desk there were bold letters that read: "PATIENT". I inched closer to him. The papers looked like legitimate medical records. It seems he actually did do some kind of work.

"What could you possibly want now?" His sudden question startled me.

"I was wondering-"

"Get on with it. I've got work to do." He flipped through a few pages and joted something down. His expression was stone cold and focused on his papers.

"I was wondering, what exactly is your job? Do you actually even help people?" His pen stopped moving; he turned his little office chair to face me. For a moment he just stared at me as if he was deciding wether or not to give me an answer. And then he spoke.

"It's simple. I help people embrace death. Unlike those other doctors who try to cheat their way out of it. They do it for the money, I do it to relieve my patience of current and future pain." Without another word he waved his hand at me as if to send me off so he could finish his paperwork. I had had enough of him for a day anyway. I walk out of the clinic to see it was still dark out. My only hope was that my father went to sleep without checking on me. I could only hope so.

When I finally got to my window it was the same as I left it. I glanced at my watch that said 5:48 A. M.

"Could catch a couple hours of sleep," I mumbled to myself scratching my head. I climbed my way back through the window and a jolt of pain came back. Before I could whine about it I heard my door creak open.

My father appeared in the doorway with a look that said, "I've been drinking to much."

I only stared back at him hoping he couldn't see me. He stood in the doorway for a little longer then wobbled away whilst saying something inaudible.

"Drunk bastard can't even see with moonlight to help," I mummbled. After changing back to my pajamas, I climbed into bed and felt my side feeling much better. While staring up at my ceiling, I began to remember all the questions I had planed to ask. My first question of why he kept me alive was already answered but I was still skeptical of it. I shrugged it off for now and fell into a deep sleep.

a/n: I found only two cosplays of Dr. Smiley... like what the hell?? There needs to be more cosplays of him. Also lemme know what you think so far

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