Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Dr. Smiley X Reader - @Saeren2003

IMPORTANT A/N: Hey everyone! Before you read this chapter, there is something I want to bring to everyone's attention! Dr. Smiley will have a very different appearance in this chapter, he won't be described as everyone knows him. But why?

Because that's not Dr. Smiley.

I want to bring this to the attention of as many people as possible. And I wish to thank Jordan Persegati for bringing this to everyone's attention first.

BUT THE FANART YOU SEE OF DR. SMILEY IS STOLEN. THE ORIGINAL DESIGN IS ACTUALLY AN OC THAT BELONGS TO Ko-yamii ! If you want more info, I recommend you watch either her video on Youtube, or Jordan's, because they both cover the issue.

However here is a summary; the creator of Dr. Smiley never came up with a design for him and wanted to find one, so they came across Ko-yamii's OC and decided that was good enough and stole it, uploaded it without crediting and claiming it to be Dr. Smiley. Everyone believed them.

But now, hopefully, no one will. Because Art Theft is a crime and I will not stand for it. So please everyone, spread the news, and lets all try to come up with our own designs for Dr. Smiley! I'll do my best to make up my own in this story as well! And don't worry, he's still the same character!

Lets SpReAd ThE wOrD about this.

Anyway, that is all! Enjoy!!!

You were sick. It was something that had been haunting you for your entire life. Or, most of your life. As long as you could remember anyway. Having sick kidneys and continuously needing treatment can really blur the lines of time when you're continuously going to the hospital and back home, every month, week, day.

Today you were on your way to the hospital once again, for a reoccurring check-up. Your kidney disease had gotten worse, and you were feeling it slowly taking over your body. You were weak, unable to do usual things most humans did on a daily basis. In need of machines just to help you cope, live. It was stressful, it was draining, but you were working on fixing the problem, there was hope. You were next on the waitlist for kidney donations.

The only downside was... You might never get them. People weren't known for donating their organs, it was something hardly anyone even thought about. And it was a bummer, but there was nothing you could do. All you could do was wait and hope, attend your appointments, rest, try not to push yourself.

It didn't help that today, your parents were both at work, your older sister was away for the next few days. So your grandmother had to drop you off at the hospital. And better yet, she had an appointment later she couldn't miss either, so you had to take public transport home.

It wasn't too bad, as long as no one bumped you or knocked you over, or you didn't get sick or dizzy, or you needed the bathroom, or you got hungry or thirsty. Aside from that, you should be fine. No biggie.

In fact, you had just finished your appointment, and were currently waiting at the bus stop for your bus. Glancing at your phone, you saw it was due to arrive in five minutes. Letting out a sigh, you pocketed the devise and leant on the pole. Five minutes was a long time to wait, hopefully the bus isn't late either.

A hot-cold feeling suddenly took over your body and the world started to spin. You let out a groan, sitting back on the bench and holding your head. Great. Hopefully the bus doesn't just keep driving, hopefully the bus knows this is a hospital and people might not be able to hail for it to stop, hopefully you weren't going to be left at the hospital for another 30 minutes.

You could hear the sound of a vehicle driving up, and you raised your gaze to see the bus speeding towards the stop. You barely managed to raise your hand, seeing the bus indicate and slow to a stop. The door opened and the driver turned to look out at you,