Sutures: a Creepypasta Fanfiction

Chapter: You Aren't That Bad

The next morning, I woke up early so my mom could change the bandages on my arm before she and my father, who was a pediatrician at the same hospital as my mother, had to leave for work. They left the house around nine in the morning, leaving me with free reign of the house. I went to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal, but put the bowl I was gonna use down when I heard a strange scratching sound from somewhere. I initially thought it was from the front door, but when I saw two large black eyes through the window on the back door, I rushed to open it, recognizing the red and black immediately. 

The dog from the previous night rushed through the door before I could close it on him, not that I would. I close the door once he was inside. Now that he was in good light, I could see the full extent of his injury, being a large cut on his back left hind leg on the lower part. His leg was tucked up, so he only stood on three legs, but I knew I could fix it with some stitches and he'll be fine in no time. 

"Hi, boy! C'mere," I held out a hand to pet him, and gave him a second to sniff me before I patted his head, reaching down to the collar that was visible around his neck. Sadly, there was no address or phone number to call, only the word "Smile". "Is that your name, buddy? Is your name Smile?" He seemed to react to me saying Smile, so I just went with it.  "Now, if you want me to help you, you have to behave this time, okay?" He tilted his head, confused. "That means don't freak out again."

I walked around him and began to dig around for food I could give him and two bowls he could use. I found the small stash of dog food and treats my grandparents left when they last visited with their poodle. "Guess I don't have to feed you leftover pizza," I joked as I poured some food and water into two cereal bowls. Smile lunged for the bowls once I stepped back after I put them on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. I decided to just grab a Pop-tart from the cabinet and eat on the counter and watch him.  Before I had even started eating my Pop-tart, his food was gone, and he began to quickly and messily drink the water, until that too was empty. Afterwards, he came and sat in front of me and begged for more, so I broke off some of the outside part of my Pop-tart and tossed it to him. It was gone in a flash. 

Once I was finished, I realized how disgusting he looked. "Someone needs a serious bath." Once I said that, he perked up more, his tail swinging quickly, so I jumped down and began to lead him down the hall to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way. I turned on the water in the bathtub, and before it was even filled, he jumped in and began to roll around in the water. I laughed as he accidentally splashed me with water. I turned on the shower head so he could completely wet before starting to clean him with my body wash. I didn't have any dog shampoo, but it seemed to work fine. He seemed to smile as i cleaned his tummy. He growled quietly as I tried to clean his leg, but he let me wash it out with just water anyway. 

Once he was all cleaned and washed, I drained the tub and began to attack him with a towel, his fur becoming fluffy and soft as he dried off. Once he was all dried off, I had him sit on the couch as I used the deluxe first aid kit and used the skills I learned from my mom to sew up the hole, which was just a flesh wound, so it would heal without too much effort. I fed him dog treats as I did so to keep him from snapping at me, dipping them in peanut butter before feeding each one to him. 

Once he was all sewed up and bandaged, I led him to the back door and opened it. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

He limped out, but seemed to be happy about anything I offered him. His default grinning face would have been off putting to most, but I found it downright adorable, even with his red fur. 

I stood at the door as he did his business, trying to avoid staring at him. He quickly returned to the door and went inside. 

"I don't know what to do with you. I'm sure you can stay the night, but I think dad would want to try and start finding your owner tomorrow, or find somewhere."

Around lunch time, my mother video called me on my phone. "How are you doing, Rikki? Your're arm okay?" she asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, fine. But remember that dog I found last night?" My mother nodded her head. "Well, he was in the back yard, scratching the door after you left. Um, I let him inside, and I found out he was hurt, but after giving him a bath, i was able to fix him up."

"Oh?! Well, um, okay. Has he been acting fine? Like can you tell if he is a wild or if he has an owner?"

"He has a collar, but all it says is Smile, which I'm pretty sure is his name. And hes a really good dog. He took a bath with no problem, and now he's just sleeping in the living room with a blanket I gave him. He knew what a bath meant, and when I let him outside earlier, he did.... ya know... and then came back in. He's trained. I fed him some food papa and grandma P left. There is enough for another day, I think."

"Okay. Can you go to your room and show me what he looks like?"she asked.

"Okay," I responded, and left the kitchen to the living room and sat with him, pointing the camera at him.

My mom was taken aback. "Oh, jeez! You weren't kidding when you told me he was red last night."

I turned the camera back to me. "Yeah. I'm guessing that his fur is dyed or something, but he's really sweet, so he must have a good owner, or at least use to."

"But who dyes their entire dog red?" she questioned. "Never mind. I have to get back to work. Why don't you post a picture of him on the local dog shelter site and see if you can get anyone who claims to be his owner, and I'll talk to your dad about him."

"Okay, mom. See you when you get home."