{LAAN: A creepypasta dedicated to PinkStylist and his recent makeup: Smile. I wanted to make a story out of this character so I will.}

"There is a place where bad and ungrateful children go. Do you want to go there?" his mother asked. As always he answered.

"No."

That was what his mother said to him often. The only thing she'd say to him. But his drunken father would force to be happy. He would come home and say:

"I won the lottery!" or "I got a promotion at work!"

The boy wouldn't answer.

"You are not happy for your father?!" his father would say as he dragged the boy to the bathroom in front of the mirror. His father would pull the corners of his mouth open into a smile and keep his head pointed at the mirror.

"Look at how happy you are for me!" his father would say. The pulling would rip the boy's lips and the blood would stain the floor. The father would keep him like that for hours. If the boy said:

"Father please stop. It hurts.", his father would slam his head on the sink, blood dripping from his nose.

"You want to stop being happy for your father? You ungrateful little rat!"

-

Midnight came one night. The boy walked slowly to the kitchen, his old tears staining his face, nose broken and bleeding, his lips a ripped sight. His parents were both there at the table. They only turned when they heard a drawer open and close.

"What are you doing out of bed?" his father asked.

"There is a place where bad and ungrateful children go. Do you want to go there?" his mother asked. But this time he answered,

"Yes," as he ran at his parents with the kitchen knife.

-

The boy had grown to a man who never smiled. His story was told yet he was laughed at. Their children would laugh too, as children do as their parents do. With his parents' money he had built a facility and hired kidnappers. There was never a place where bad children went... now there was. Whenever a child would laugh at him, he would kneel down close and say,

"There is a place where bad and ungrateful children go." If they said nothing he would leave then send his kidnappers to take the child in the night. If the child laughed or denied that there was a place, the man would take them on the spot. They were all taken to the facility.

Inside the facility there were many rooms. Three truly matter in this story: The Main room, the Containment room -which had many rooms in itself- and the Surgery room. The kidnapped children would be thrown into the containment room, awaiting their fate to be dragged to the surgery. A window to the containment room was the surgery so the children would see what will happen...

In surgery the children are strapped to a table, lights shining in their faces. Their lips were pulled into a smile as far as they would go. Small nails would be hammered into the lips and bones to keep the smile there. The bloodchilling screams of the children echos throught the main room. Then the eyelids were forcibly pulled wide open and they too, were nailed in place, so they could always see how happy they were, forever. Before they were thrown into the containment, the Man would say,

"Don't worry, your tears will keep your eyes moist." To all the new children, the Man would explain that he is their new father. They would always be happy to be here. If they tried to escaped they were punished in a simliar way he was, having their head slammed down on hot embers. The Containment had mirrors covering each wall, the ceiling and even the floor so they could all see how happy they were. Some children became insane, staring at their horrid face day after day, not even able to sleep. They were taken to off-rooms, confined in straight jackets, left to scream until their vocal cords gave out or die.

Now there came a child the Man had taken a fancy to. The boy seemed to show no fear, not even emotion. A rumor spread saying that he didn't even scream during surgery. He never tried to run. The boy seemed happy, truly happy with his face. The Man asked the boy his name. The boy stared, seeming to smile wider.

"Charlie," he said.

As the Man took a shine to Charlie, he was free to walk around the facility whenever he wanted. He often watched the insane scream. He watched with his head at a tilt, observing. Charlie, though he never made an attempt to escape, would strike out at the kidnappers. He tried to even torture them the same way they did him. The Man had found a huge stake hammered into a kidnapper's eye. It had been heated before use. A decision had been made to confine Charlie into a straight jacket but as soon as Charlie was put in the room, the once silent inmates started shrieking hysterically, begging them to take Charlie away. The Man took him aside, and to make him a bit more useful, the Man gave him a knife and said,

"I think some of our inmates are unhappy with their smiles. You can change that. But do not attack my workers." Charlie just nodded. The Containment door opened and through the smiles Charlie could see so many unhappy faces. He had to change that.

His footprints left blood on the floor as his knife dripped. I will always be happy. But others won't. He thought as he opened one more door to take care of one more unhappy face.

"Charlie. Have you finished?" the Man asked. Charlie shook his head. "Who do you have left?" Charlie shut the door, raising the knife. "What are you doing?"

"You never smile. You are unhappy. I can change that," Charlie said.

-

Charlie walked slowly from the Containment, out of the Facility, knife in hand, a wide smile on his face. There is a place where bad and ungrateful children go. Bad and ungrateful children are unhappy. They must smile. Charlie Smile will change that.

{LAAN: I made it vague on purpose. Make your own theories and reasons for things. I hope you like this Pinkstylist. I love your work.}