Creepypasta Origins

Dr. Smiley

Hello there, my name is Dr. Smiley. Needless to say I'm not your usual Doctor, unlike doctors in the present day hospitals who try their best to cheat death. I on the other hand welcome death and help my patients to embrace it!
Why, just the other day I found a young lady on the street, she looked like she was slowly dying of anorexia. So I gave her a smile, kissed her hand, and promised to help her. She was charmed and followed me as I led her to my office, a building on the outskirts of town, you've probably seen it before, the one with the shutters that are just hanging by a small stop of wood or metal, the white paint slowly chipping off the wall, the one with the plastic and cardboard covering the windows.... The one you always assumed was empty...
I call this building my home and my clinic, I help all of my patients here.
After I got back to my clinic with the girl, she was quite frightened, I thought it was cute, like a little mouse. I just gave her my usual sweet smile and tugged her hand softly, easily pulling her along, into my small living room. I let go of her hand and locked the door behind us. She began to panic as she noticed the blood stains on my old couch. "Oh don't worry, that's just were I had to preform an emergency surgery!" I said, trying to hold back my small chuckle of excitement. I took her into my 'operation' room and told her to lay down on my small operating table. She laid down, still looking scared and unsure. She looked around the room at all the bottles of pills and jars of liquids that lined the walls and took notice of one of my specimens.
"W-what is t-that!?" She screeched, as she pointed at one of the jars.
I looked at the small jar undeterred from all my work. "Why, that my dear is a specimen from my last patient. She had a disease that caused her blood cells to die and soon her entire body began to shut down." She gasped as she sat up, the girl tried to make a run for it, but fortunately for her, I'd just finished filling my syringe with the bluish liquid I used on all my patients. I swung around, grabbing her my the wrist and yanking her back, stabbing the needle into her neck and injecting the liquid. "Shhh... Don't be afraid.... I'm here to help you." I whispered into her ear, smiling wide enough for her to see all of my sharpened teeth. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but only managed to let out small gasps of air. Then, she fell into a deep sleep.
I continued working on preparations for surgery, slowly shining all of my tools. I laid everything on a platform next to her bed, where she sat propped up by pillow and bound with handcuffs. A soft whimper caught my attention and I laughed. "Welcome back sleepy head..." I said, placing the final tool on the table. She opened her eyes and started thrashing against her chains. I only tsked. Dose she not realize I'm trying to help her? I picked up my scalpel and started working on her, first I cut her open, poking around her insides as she bled and thrashed. I usually try to keep them alive while I examine them, it's more fun that way, seeing the organs try to keep working, even when the they're exposed to the world.
After I cut open her stomach and kidney, I finally grew bored, I cut off a small price of her womb and dropped it into a jar. "A new specimen for my collection." I thought out loud, smiling widely. She was twitching now, blood dripping from her mouth and eyes rolling into the back of her head. I giggled a little. I always found their last moments amusing. With that thought I plunged my scalpel into her still beating heart. Blood oozed from the wound and the girl went limp. I smiled widely. "Another successful surgery..."

A/N: Sorry, but this was the closest origin I could find for Dr. Smiley.