Sutures: a Creepypasta Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Nightmare On My Street

I was sitting with Smile on the living room floor when my parents returned home with Chinese takeout. Smile didn't even react to them. 

"That's quite the dog. He looks like he could rip off your face," remarked my father as he walked to his recliner, placing the takeout bag on the coffee table. "You are in charge of him, so make sure he doesn't," he teased.

"You were right about him being a good dog. Must have been very well trained," praised my mom with a smile. 

I reached into the bag and pulled out my box of orange chicken and rice. "He's a really good dog. He doesn't jump on the couch or anything."

My mom sat on the couch next to me. "Any luck finding an owner?" she asked kindly, taking her platinum blond hair out of its ponytail. 

I stuffed my face with chicken. "Nope, not yet. People think that the photo is photo-shopped though, which I can understand. And people keep talking about this website, like Creepypasta or something, saying he looks like a character. I looked at it some point today, and I have to admit, I think his owner dyed him to look like the character. Must have named him after it too. Smile Dog. Its a red and black husky that suppose to have a human like smile or something. I didn't read that much." Smile sat up when he realized that there was food, and started to beg for some, so I scooped some rice with a plastic fork in the bag and fed him some. "I should probably feed him dinner."

"So, honey," my mother directed towards my father. "She seems to be doing a good job with the dog. Can she watch him until we can find an owner?"

My father seemed unconvinced. "What about last night? Could he lash out again?"

"Dad, he was scared and hurt, and probably hungry and thirsty," I refuted. "He's a really good dog, honest."

"What if we can't find an owner?" he asked.

"Well, Rikki has been wanting a dog for a while, and he's already trained..." My mom gave a mischievous grin. "Only if we can't find an owner in a few weeks." 

My father rolled his eyes. "Rikki would have to prove that she's ready for that kind of responsibility. If she can take care of the dog, and there is no owner in a few weeks, I'll consider letting her keep it. Maybe some kind of birthday present."

I began to scream inside. "Really?!"

"But since you have to take care of him, for now, your allowance is going towards getting stuff for him. I'm sure your mom can take him to the vet tomorrow to make sure he's totally healthy since she has the day off, and take you to get him dog food and other things he needs. Two to three weeks allowance should work fine." My father waited for me to respond. "Does that seem fair?"

I beamed, and Smile seemed to respond to my joy. "Of course! Anything for Smile!"

The next day, my mother brought the two of us to the vet, and the vet was amazed that it was me who stitched him up. The vet changed his bandages and gave him flea and tick medication as a precaution, but said he was perfectly healthy aside from his injury, and that he needs to get more food. He must have gone a few days without it before he found me. The vet also tested to see if he had one of those chips, but no luck. We also learned that his fur, as surprising as it was, was a natural color, due to a weird thing in his DNA.

My mother then took me to the pet store, where we got a dog bed, a bag of dog food and treats, along with dog bowls, and leash, but his collar was perfectly fine. We returned home with everything, and my mom agreed that he could stay in the living room, and that she wouldn't want to make him sleep outside at all, and found it redundant to get a doghouse. We made him a corner in the living room, where I would also sleep until he was healthy enough to get up the stairs without help, when he would stay in my room. 

There were still no responses to the post I made about Smile. 

That night, after my parents went to bed, I laid down on the couch, Smile laying on his bed on the corner. It was a long day, so I fell asleep rather fast, but was awoken somewhere around one in the morning by Smile. He was at the backdoor like the day before, scratching and crying, like he had to go outside, but he was staring out the window. 

I got up after a minute and made it over to him, looking through the window to see if I could find what he was so upset about. I soon spotted what had him in such a fuss. There was some person walking across the backyard. I waited a minute until he looked directly at me, then saw Smile. Their face was covered by the shadows of their white hoodie, so I couldn't make out their features. 

I went to the window on the wall next to the door and opened it, so I could talk to the person without opening the door. "Excuse me, please get out of our backyard. You're scaring my dog, and I don't want him to wake up my parents."

The person tilted their head like a confused puppy. "I'm sorry," echoed a scratchy deep voice. "And I hate to say it, but I don't think that dog belongs to you, since Smile just so happens to belong to me."

"Well maybe if you could keep him inside, he wouldn't be here. He has stitches, sir," I responded in an angry tone. "And how can I trust some man whose walking around at night into people's back yards? Have a certificate or something?"

He laughed darkly. "You look like you'd have a phone. I want you to look something up online. Look up, 'Jeff and Smile', and that's all you'd need to prove he's mine."

I became really confused, but pulled my phone out of my pajama pants pocket, looking up what he said. "All that's showing up are images of these horror characters. Yeah, sure Smile looks like the dog, but these are all drawings, and the actual pictures are photo-shopped. I don't understand."

The man began to get closer to the window. "Trust me, it does. You will be able to tell when you see my face. He crept up until he was disturbingly close to the window.

"You're not making any-OHMYGOD!!!"

I freaked out when he flashed me his face, uncovering it from his hood. He had to eyelids, and a disturbing smile that stretched unnaturally far along his cheeks. He was identical to the man in the images he had me look up.

"You like my face?" he asked coyly. "I did it myself."

"I thought those stories were fake! They have to be," I argued. "Please leave! I'll call the cops!"

He began to laugh in a menacing way again. "They won't believe you." His smile turned downwards in a creepy way. "Now give me back my dog."

"Over my dead body. I won't let you near him you sicko," I exclaimed.

His face went blank, and he took a step back. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to take you with me."

He went over to the door, and opened it with ease. Smile must have accidentally unlocked it while scratching the door. "Oops! Looks like the Big Bad Wolf got inside. What are you gonna do now, Little Piggy?"

I went into a state of shock, unable to move. I tried to scream for my parents, but to words came out. He only got closer and closer, and even going as far as to pull out a knife from his hoodie pocket.

"Now you either come with me without a fight, or you can die right here and right now," he explained.

All I could manage was nodding my head. My words came out in a weird gasp.

He walked behind me and put the lade against my back, but removed it when Smile began to growl.

"Shut up, Smile. It's just a human. Who cares if she dies or not?" the man asked Smile.

Smile's ears laid flat and he flashed his teeth, warning the man.

"Fine. I'm still taking her, though. You can't stop me. It looks like she did a good job taking care of you anyway," he said before taking hold of my shoulder and moving me towards the opened back door.