(I present to you... The special chapter to celebrate 100K views! Which was due ages ago... Whoops. Blame the dachshund. This word count is over 5ooo! Do check the author's note too, there's something very important in there! XD)

Out of all the captured creepypastas, BEN was the first to gain awareness about the situation.

But only after he'd finished gobbling up all the Doritos and licked his fingers clean, of course.

"Huh? Where am I?"

He went up to the front of the hanging cage and started banging on the bars, yelling for someone to let him out.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO GET THE ELECTRIC CHAIR! SOMEONE BUST ME OUTTA THIS JOINT!"

The little elf's wild shrieking roused Dark Link from the depths of unconsciousness.

Darkness picked himself up from the floor and sat on his knees, trying to regain his bearings.

BEN was making this extraordinary difficult with his hysterical screams about death, doom and destruction.

Instead of gathering his thoughts, Dark Link found himself just getting a headache.

"Will you shut up for just half a minute?" He groaned, yanking his hat down and over his ears.

"BUT I CAN'T DIE NOW! MY YUM-YUMS NEED ME! I WANNA LIVE! I WANNA EAT CHINESE TAKEAWAY IN CHINA!"

"You're already dead, you blithering baboon! And besides, what about your girlfriend? Aren't you at all worried about her?"

"Yeah, yeah, I love her and everything. BUT MAH YUM-YUMS-"

Dark Link audibly growled as he looked towards the blonde midget, his eyes practically glowing red.

"FOR THE LOVE OF ZALGO; STOP SCREAMING ABOUT YOUR YUM-YUMS AND GLITCH YOURSELF OUT OF THAT CAGE!"

With the amount of screaming that came from the dungeon, it was no surprise that Jeff soon woke up too.

"Ugh... What's going on...?"

He was just in time to see BEN attempt to glichily disappear, only to bounce off a mysterious force-field that surrounded the cage. It didn't stop him from sticking his head between the bars, though.

"I'M TRAPPED! I'M TRAPPED! THE ARMAGEDDON HAS BEGUN!"

"Somebody put him out of his misery!" Darkness moaned.

Jeff attempted to move, but found himself bound tightly to the wall by...

"Licorice?" He said in confusion.

Upon further inspection, the psychotic killer realized that it was just chains painted to look like licorice. Weird.

BEN continued to scream his head off about everything and anything he could think of, while Dark Link continued to contemplate suicide.

Jeff was just plain confused about everything.

"Okay. Nothing makes a lot of sense here, but something about this dungeon gives off an extremely L.J-like vibe..."

Darkness glanced at him like he was stupid, then slowly looked down at the steel collar around his neck. Its design was like the edge of a swirly lollipop.

Then he looked up at BEN's cage, which looked suspiciously like it was made out of candy cane.

..............
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Silence fell over them, broken only by Jeff's sheepish chuckling.

"Ehehehe... Where is L.J anyway? This is all just a dumb joke, right?"

Dark Link shook his head; rattling the collar's chain to prove that it was locked tight around his neck.

"I'm afraid that he's acting on behalf of Lord Zalgo. Apparently, he's gone insane to boot."

"What would L-Lord Zalgo want with me- I-I mean- us? W-w-we're just lowly creepypastas!" Jeff stammered.

BEN stopped sobbing about never getting to eat a French fry in France and sniggered.

"All the fangirls who wanna see you naked say otherwise..."

Then he promptly burst into tears again, rocking back and forth on his bottom.

"WAAAH! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY PET FURBY! THE INHUMANITY OF IT ALL!"

Darkness hung his head with another loud groan of dismay as the little elf started on round two.

"If only I had my- Oh?"

Jeff perked up, looking hopeful that they had salvation from BEN's godawful screaming.

"What is it? A lock pick? Your sword? A pair of earplugs?"

"L.J forgot to take the phone out of my pocket..." Dark Link trailed off, holding up the mobile device.

Miraculously, the screen hadn't even cracked. And it was still displaying his girlfriend's message.

"No... The battery's running out. It only has 3% left..."

"Quick! Call someone who can get us out of this mess!" Jeff shouted over BEN's overdramatized wails.

Under the crushing pressure of the dwindling percentage, Dark Link called the only person he could think of.

And no. It wasn't the Ghostbusters.

After a tense ten seconds of waiting - in which the charge slowly crept down to 2% - the Creepypasta Mansion's landline phone was picked up.

The person on the other end cleared their throat and began to read from the script that was stickied to the wall.

"This is the Creepypasta Mansion hotline. Press one if you want to go to sleep, press two if you've found all of the notes, press three if-"

"I need to speak with Slenderman right away!"

"... Dark Link? The entire mansion is abandoned; so where are you?"

"I don't have a lot of battery left in my phone. It's at two- scratch that- one percent! I've been kidnapped by L.J and he's being controlled by Zalgo!"

"And your current location is...?"

"I think this is Zalgo's secret lair. Jeff and BEN are in here with me; we're locked up in some sort of dungeon."

"Nobody else?"

"Some others might be nearby, but it's impossible to hear comprehensible sounds with that damn elf shrieking his head off in the background!"

There was a slight pause from the other end of the line.

"... Keep out of trouble."

Dark Link held the mobile device away from his ear as the screen cut off to black, tauntingly flashing the "charge" icon.

"K-Keep out of trouble? What kind of response is that?"

"Maybe he got cut off?" Jeff suggested, looking equally puzzled.

"Maybe..." Darkness sounded very unconvinced.

BEN clawed at the bars of his cage, eyes wide and bleeding.

"Shiny thing... Give me the shiny thing..." He chanted creepily.

Dark Link shrugged and held up his lifeless phone for the little elf to grab.

"Don't salivate on it too much; it was a gift from Y/N."

BEN snatched it from his hand and retreated to a little dark corner, mumbling creepily to himself.

Another thought occurred to Jeff as he stared up at the ceiling, fantasizing that the whole thing was made out of mushrooms.

"Hey... Dark Link? Who was on the phone?"

"Now isn't the time for jokes, Jeff!"

"No, I'm serious. Who did you just talk to?"

Darkness thought carefully, taking off his hat and fidgeting with it as a sign of extra-thoughtfulness.

"Um... Actually, I have no idea. One of Sonic.exe's friends, maybe?"

Jeff stopped trying to imagine a mushroom-ceiling and buried his face in his hands with a cry of dismay.

"There's no way that Mephiles or the Tails Doll will save us! Shadow probably would... If we had a chaos emerald. Which we don't." 

The psychotic killer felt around his hoodie pocket with a flicker of hope. Nothing. Not even his knife.

Dark Link was tapping his chin thoughtfully. He seemed to be thinking a lot lately.

"Then again... It could've been Glitchy Red. Or someone else... Difficult to say... The voice was quite obscure."

"Oh great. For all we know, you might've got a wrong number and dialled up Light Yagami. We're fricken' doomed then, aren't we?"

Darkness scoffed and shook his head, shifting about to try and find a more comfortable position.

"Don't be silly; he'd need our full names to kill us. And besides, it was definitely somebody from the mansion because they read the spiel."

"You mean the outdated sticky from before the era of emoji keyboards? Who even reads that stuff any more?"

"Smiley does. And L.J. And-"

Jeff leaned back, folding his hands behind his head.

"See what I mean? Hardly anyone important ever reads out from those stickies!"

"-... Me. I take night shifts as the phone operator."

Meanwhile...

Slenderman parked his shiny new truck in the mansion's garage, unknowingly running over the ghost of C/N in the process.

The faceless creepypasta teleported straight to the lounge. It was completely abandoned.

In fact, so was the kitchen, the basement and even the garden. Not a creature stirred.

Well, up until Slenderman popped around to Sonic.exe's room and found none other than Shadow nosing around his personal belongings.

"What on earth are you doing here, child?"

The ebony hedgehog jumped in guilty surprise, snatched two chaos emeralds from a drawer and disappeared using chaos control.

"How strange. Nobody seems to be home," Slenderman remarked, disappearing to check the other rooms.

Lost Silver and Glitchy Red's pokèmon were all knocked out, so they couldn't really provide any information.

However, when Slendy teleported into Smiley's surgery, he certainly got a surprise. 

The not-so-good doctor was locking up his closet and seemed to be preparing to leave.

"Smiley? Is that you? Or are you Smirky?" Slenderman asked, looking ready to active attack mode.

After giving the closet's doors a firm tug to ensure they were secure, he solemnly turned around on his heel.

"Do you remember this dagger?"

He held up a crimson jagged dagger from the-author-knows-where. It was splattered with inky black.

"Vaguely.... Yes. I do believe that Laughing Jack was stabbed with it. Through the heart."

"This dagger was infused with Zalgo's magic, intended to turn that clown into his mindless servant. But it didn't effect him, did it?"

"I don't believe so. What's your point?"

"It seems that the magic was transferred from this blade after all. It's just been lying dormant all this time, but recently made its presence known."

Smiley slipped the dagger into one of his sleeves, clearly intending to conceal it from sight.

"And now, L.J is completely under Zalgo's control. He's kidnapped all of the creepypastas along with their girlfriends."

"Is that so?"

One of Slenderman's tentacles wrapped around Smiley's throat, hoisting him up into the air.

"Then explain what triggered the dagger's power, Doctor Smiley. Or should I call you Smirky?"

The not-so-good doctor was obviously in no mood for small talk.

"For now, we should rescue the other creepypastas before L.J inflicts grievous bodily harm to one of them, don't you agree?"

"Just answer the question, child."

"I have... A theory about it. Involving this book reaching a milestone amount of views. But this isn't the time to be dawdling on speculation."

Reluctantly, Slenderman lowered Smiley back down. His faceless expression was full of distrust. Somehow. It was difficult to describe, okay?

"Your knowledge about Zalgo and his magic makes me very suspicious, but I cannot fathom why Smirky would help the other creepypastas..."

"I know where Zalgo's secret lair is."

"... What is the world coming to?"

Approximately One Hour Later...

L.J sat motionlessly in the middle of a lone hallway with a wide grin plastered over his face. His eyes had glazed over with a burning red.

The object of his freakishly undivided attention? A door at the other end of the hall. It was made of twisty, rusted metal and looked ready to fall to pieces.

He was just sitting there, still as a statue made out of stone. Not even his wild smile was faltering.

Zalgo himself passed by, reptilian eyes briefly glancing in his direction.

"GoOd LittLE clOwN. YoU'Re FrEe tO dO whAtEveR yOu LiKE, aS lOnG aS yOu sTAy NiCE aNd eViL." This one is a prime example of why I hate clowns...

L.J didn't even twitch, continuously staring at the unmoving door which led downwards to the dungeons.

Deafening screams and wails drifted out from behind it, rattling the lair's walls from sheer force.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF THE TRIFORCE; SHUT UP!"

The monochrome clown's grin became, if possible, even wider.

"Hehehe... It's fun to hear them suffer~"

One of Zalgo's minions - who was strangely enough, missing its head -  stumbled by, carrying an armload of pitch-black liquorice.

It deposited the aromatic candy into L.J's waiting hand, then ran for dear life, tripping over its own feet in an act of stupidity. 

Without tearing his gaze from the ancient door, he sank his teeth into the liquorice coil and chewed with thorough glee.

In only a few minutes, he was popping the last piece into his mouth. Then he started cackling hysterically.

"More! More! I want more!"

The minion who came forth was significantly taller than the others, though was dressed in the typical "underling" attire.

Which included a black facial mask, covering everything except their eyes and hair.

Apparently, it had something to do with "keeping up with the latest fashions."

Or at least, that was Zalgo's excuse to cover up the fact that he'd been under the influence of alcohol when he ordered them in bulk from Amazon.

Back to the plot, the minon carried a silver tray of bright purple licorice, curled into an appetizing coil.

"Your liquorice, sir..." He said slowly, eyes directed on the ground.

L.J stuck his swirly cone nose high in the air, as if sniffing something interesting.

"Oh... I see... Just put it somewhere reachable, okay?"

The minon nodded and knelt down to place the tray with L.J's reach. A clawed hand clamped around his wrist.

The monochrome clown pulled him forward, until they were face-to-face. The tray tipped over and clattered.

"You're going to have to try harder than drugging some candy to knock me out, kiddo~"

Then, as an afterthought, he added brightly;

"On a completely unrelated note... Hiya, Smiley! How've you been?"

As he tried to yank himself free upon realizing that he'd been caught out, L.J twisted his arm and completely flipped him over.

"I thought Smirky would've killed you by now, but I guess I was wrong..."

All of a sudden, the clown's expression filled with indescribable bloodlust. Even his voice was dripping with malicious intent.

"Oh well. I'll just have to do it myself~"

He pounced on his prey, baring his razor-sharp teeth in a dangerous smile. Cast by dying candlelight, L.J's shadow flickered across the wall.

"I'm going to slice you open and play around with your internal organs until you bleed out and die. Sound familiar, captain boy?"

"I don't know... What you're talking about...!" Came Smiley's response, followed shortly by another attempt to free his arm.

L.J ignored it. He was too busy musing on other things, so didn't mind if Smiley succeeded in getting his arm free. It's not like there was a dagger hidden up his sleeve or anything.

"Should I start the cut at your neckline and end at your abdomen, or the other way round? Decisions, decisions..."

While the monochrome clown pondered on the best way to slice his victim open, a second flickering shadow darted across the hallway.

A dozen weak flames blew forward.

Their combined whooshes, in addition to the elfish shrieks from the dungeon, were enough to cloak the sound of a rusty door creaking open...

Dungeon Number One.

Masky sat in a corner of the cramped space, running his hands through his hair out of frustration.

There was no cheesecake. And he was stuck in a locked cell with Toby.

Hoodie had knocked himself out awhile ago, cleverly whacking his head against the wall until everything went black.

He was spared from the misery of listening to Toby as the goggle-wearing proxy absentmindedly gave a word-to-word recital of Shakespeare's greatest hits.

Masky sank further against the wall. He was seriously considering taking off his mask and using it to put Toby into silence.

Before those thoughts could come to fruitation, a flash of teleporty-light enveloped their vision.

"-Come along, children! My powers are weakened in this domain!"

Slenderman quickly wrapped his tentacles around all of them through the bars, then disappeared instantly.

Dungeon Number Two.

Without his mask, E.J was dripping black goo like a leaky tap. Not that it mattered, since they were dangling above a murky pool of water anyway.

Sonic.exe was frantic and having a nervous breakdown, trying to spinball his way out of the chains to no avail.

"I'm tOo aWeSoMe tO diE! LeT mE oUt oF hEre!" The blue hedgehog wailed, his eyes starting to bleed.

Jane gave them both disgusted looks, then glanced down at the dark waters and wondered if there was a chance that she'd be eaten by a sea monster.

Awkward silence fell over them, broken only by one of Sonic.exe's occasional wails, containing self-praise and pleas to continue living. 

Then somebody started turning the metal reel that suspended their chains, pulling them safely to the platform above.

The reel locked in place with an abrupt snap when it reached its limit. Smoke started billowing from the mechanism. 

But thankfully, they were already safe.

Sonic.exe almost hugged Smiley out of relief, then changed his mind and tried to downplay the whole event as "just another day."

Dungeon Number Three.

"Ugh. I hope D/N is okay."

"Did Darkness get my text? I hope so... What if he got captured too?"

"I can't believe that L.J kidnapped me. Me! His own girlfriend!"

"Maybe we'll get lucky and the ghost of C/N will save us. Him and BEN are definitely in cahoots with the black market fridge sales..."

Slenderman popped up out of nowhere, nearly giving several of the worried girlfriends a heart attack.

"What the-"

"Slendy!"

BEN's girlfriend sprang forward and wrapped her arms around the faceless creepypasta, giving him a bone-crushing hug.

"Is BEN okay? Is my little fun sized boo-boo okay?"

Slenderman couldn't really reply until she let go, therefore freeing his lungs again.

"He's... Well... I'm not sure, child. Doctor Smiley is freeing him as we speak."

L.J's girlfriend turned around, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Smiley's still alive?"

Slendy wrapped a tentacle around her arm, as he did with the other girls, in preparation to teleport away.

"Why wouldn't he be, child?"

"Well... You see... L.J kinda knocked him out and left him unconscious on the surgery table for Smirky to find..."

The faceless creepypasta's teleportation powers were warming up. Apparently, he hadn't been kidding about the whole "weaker in this domain" stuff.

"But Doctor Smirky is currently bound with magical chains. He cannot possibly escape from them without getting electrocuted."

"Yeah, that's the thing. L.J told me that he'd snuck into his cell during the night and disabled the magic's powers. And cast some sort of weakening voodoo on the chains."

"Weakening voodoo?"

"I dunno. It was kinda hard to hear him; he was giggling like a lunatic at the time."

Dungeon Number Four.

Dark Link tipped his head back with a desperate cry, begging the heavens to put him out of his own misery.

Jeff was doodling on the floor with a set of colourful markers that he'd kicked out from underneath a loose slab of stone.

The psychotic killer was currently coloring in a picture of BEN shrieking his head off, occasionally glancing up at the real deal for visual reference.

Keep in mind that Jeff was still bound to the wall. He couldn't use his hands, so he was holding the marker with his toes.

BEN stomped around the cage, still screaming loudly with no signs of stopping.

"I REFUSE TO COOPERATE WITH THIS UNLAWFUL DETAINMENT!"

He'd even taken his little green tunic off in protest. And his shirt. And his tights. He was basically prancing around in his polka-dotted underwear.

No wonder Darkness was so eager to die early.

Their suffering was spared by the sound of a commotion above. Even BEN shut up for half a second to listen to it.

"What's going on up there?"

Jeff dropped the yellow marker and hastily shoved his foot back into his shoe, whistling inconspicuously as he tried to cover up the insulting doodle.

Then the cell door burst open.

"We don't have much time!"

"Wha- JANE?"

The psychotic killer sat up straight with a look of disdainful disgust, trying to seem dignified.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's me, Smiley rescued us, he's busy bailing Smile Dog out of a kennel."

Jane ran in and unceremoniously used Jeff as leverage to reach BEN's hanging cage, which sadly wasn't made out of real candy cane.

Sonic.exe spinballed into the room and smashed against Dark Link, setting him free from the collar but almost decapitating him in the process.

Jeff stubbornly refused to let Jane help him with the binds, much to the latter's irritation.

Luckily, Smiley came in with Smile Dog before things got violent.

"Jeff won't let me free him from these weird chains!" Jane complained, abandoning her attempt altogether.

The not-so-good doctor handed the demonic dog's leash to her and went up to Jeff, keys in hand.

The psychotic killer nervously chuckled, noticing how blank and expressionless his face was.

"Y-You're being awfully quiet today, Smiley... Bad day?"

No answer.

Slenderman appeared in a weak burst of teleportation-ey-ness. His tentacles were drooping.

"Laughing Jack... I don't know if he can be cured, but we must do something now!"

"Onward!" BEN bellowed at the top of his voice, heroically jumping out of the cage.

The little elf ran out of the dungeon, not realizing that he was forgetting something very important...

Secret Lair Hallway.

Sticky blood was spilling across the ground, glistening in the dim light.

L.J's claws were dripping with brilliant red; Smiley's hidden dagger was coated in inky black.

The monochrome clown slowly sat up straight, examining his claws and then the bleeding stab wound in his chest with morbid interest.

"Not bad, kiddo... Not bad at all..."

The dagger was pulsating with a dull green energy, which faded away pretty soon.

Smiley lost his hold on the jagged blade's handle and dropped it.

But never mind; he was too busy bleeding to death from the ghastly gash across his chest.

L.J disappeared in a burst of confetti (don't ask why), then reappeared by his side. The stab wound was gone.

"Here. Why don't you have some candy?"

He was holding a whole handful of rich toffee with red wrappers. The only problem was the golden skull and crossbones that emblazoned each one.

"It's yummy! It's the yummiest death you'll ever taste!"

You may not know this, but it tends to be slightly difficult to make any sort of movement when your insides are a little too visible for comfort.

Smiley glanced at the poisoned candy, then turned his head the other way.

"I don't care much for toffee. It sticks between my teeth and takes hours to floss out."

"Aww. Come on; just one widdle-itty-bitty bite?"

If it weren't for the mask, the monochrome clown probably would've just stuffed the candy down his throat.

The atmosphere itself was tense and full of horror. The ominously flickering candles were just adding to the effect, shadows dancing across the walls.

However suspenseful the atmosphere may have been, it was thoroughly ruined when BEN dramatically burst in through the rusty door...

Still wearing nothing except his cute little pokadotted underpants.

And his hat too, I guess. Do accessories count? I'm ruining the mood even more, aren't I? Okay, I'll just go back to narrating then...

"The cavalry is coming!" He announced, brandishing his sword. Not that sword. The kind with a hilt and blade.

Dark Link stepped past him, drawing out his own sword.

Jeff had somehow acquired several knives. The blades were poking out all over his hoodie.

The psychotic killer was holding his favourite one, his cut smile widening at the thought of getting to keep most of them.

Slenderman was behind them. He'd managed to send Jane, Sonic.exe, Smile Dog and Eyeless Jack back to the mansion before running out of power like a faulty battery.

L.J burst into a fit of cackles and grabbed Smiley by the front of his bloodstained shirt, pulling him up to his feet.

"Oooh! Lookie at who's here, Smiley! It's the "cavalry!""

A lot of confusion was raised around the creepypastas- I mean "cavalry."

"Smiley?"

"But wasn't he just...?"

The aforementioned confusion reached soaring heights as another Smiley shouldered past Dark Link to the front, still silent as a leaf.

Confusion even reached L.J's face, although it was quickly wiped away by another freaky smile.

"Weeeelll... There's only two possibilities. One of you is Smirky and the other is Smiley, or one of you is Smirky and the other is just an illusion."

He reached out to poke the limp doctor on the nose with one of his bloodied claws.

"Well? Which one is it?"

The second Smiley suddenly flickered and disappeared, much like the display of a television screen would.

The semi-nude BEN jumped back with a squeal of terror, swinging his sword around to fend off thin air.

Dark Link whacked the hysterical midget with the flat side of his own sword to calm him down, then face-palmed while giving a sigh of exasperation.

L.J watched the illusion disappear, then turned back to his prey, now knowing exactly who it was.

"Know what? I really, really thought you were Smiley. It's... It's disappointing."

"I'm sO sOrrY tHaT yOu WeRe hOPinG fOr mY brOtHeR," Smirky drawled, his voice returning to a glitchy, distorted tone

"But oh well. You've been practicing, haven't you? That illusion was powerful enough to take on a solid form to free those bumbling idiots~"

Jeff was unsure who he was supposed to lob the knives at. So he voiced out his confusion with a simple statement.

"I'm really confused over here!"

The not-so-good dentist looked over his shoulder, either to answer his question directly or just to further the distance of his face from L.J's claws.

"TiMeS cHaNgE. PeOPLe cHaNgE. AnD I wAs GeTTiNG SiCK oF wAiTiNg foR sOmEonE tO bRinG mE wAtER."

Slenderman was the first to sense that someone was getting closer to their location, probably by some sort of bizarre Slendy-sense.

"Children! We must leave quickly; Zalgo is coming!"

Dark Link hadn't been standing around. He had carefully slunk around the room, and was currently poised to strike L.J from behind with his sword.

BEN noticed his progress and hastily pointed his own sword at the killer clown, trying to look macho.

"I challenge you to a duel!"

"You wouldn't win anything except a toothpicking competition with that thing!" L.J retorted.

Smirky noticed Darkness' approach and immediately spoke out.

"DoN'T StAB HiM aGAiN!"

"Huh?"

He managed to point towards the dagger, which was still lying in the pool of mixed blood.

"TheRe'S oNLy tWO WaYs tO CoUntEr ZaLGo's MaGiC... AnD StABBiNG HiM WiTh thE sAmE daGGeR WaS oNe oF thEM."

"What's the other one?"

"... OnLY PhAnToM kNoWs. BuT L.J shOulD reTuRn tO noRmAL aNy mOmEnT nOw..."

BEN had gotten his feathers ruffled. The little elf jumped up and down in his rage, hurling insults at the monochrome clown.

"I could win a sword fight with my eyes closed!"

"Oh yeah, yeah. Sure you could, kiddo. And maybe ice cream will fall outta the sky!"

"It did once!"

L.J responded by sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry. Then he came up with a comeback.

"I could win a duel against you with a swirly lollipop instead of a sword!"

Dark Link picked up BEN by the scuff and covered his mouth with one hand, just before the little elf broke into a string of X-rated swearing that only a gamer would be capable of.

Jeff rubbed the back of his head, still very unsure what to do.

"Uh... L.J? Are you feeling alright now?"

The monochrome clown paused with his tounge still lolling out. His eyes weren't burning bright red anymore.

"Um... Lemme think... I guess so?"

Smirky started coughing loudly, ending with a long wheeze. The bleeding had been staunched, but his blood was still dripping at a steady pace.

"Maybe I should've taken the poisoned candy after all..."

Jeff suddenly threw one of the largest knives at something behind L.J. His aim was true; the headless minon fell to the ground with a sickening splat.

"Can we just get the hell out of here before Zalgo shows up?"

BEN perked up and glitched himself out of Dark Link's grip.

"I know the way out!" He announced proudly.

"How would you know that?" Darkness asked skeptically.

Rather than admit that he'd willingly crawled all the way into Zalgo's lair just to follow a trail of Doritos, BEN turned around and marched off.

Jeff followed him, eager to leave the hellhole quickly in order to reunite with his girlfriend.

L.J held Smirky at arm's length and gave him a calculating look, debating if he should drop him and run.

"Answer me one question: is Doctor Smiley alive?"

The not-so-good dentist sighed and looked downwards, grimacing when he saw his wound.

"Maybe- I mean- I think so. You hit him over the head with a lot of force..."

"So in other words, he was still breathing when you left, right kiddo?" L.J asked cheerfully, tapping his claws meaningfully against the wall.

"Y-Yes."

"Well then. I guess I'll have to take you with us and sew you back up."

L.J looked thoughtful for a moment, then added cheerily:

"Besides, if you're lying; I can always rip the stitches out again!"

An Unspecified Amount Of Time Later...

With a hysterical wail, BEN flung himself into his girlfriend's arms.

Unsure what to do and a little concerned for his mental wellbeing since the little elf was still practically nude, she gingerly patted his back.

"There, there, BEN... I was worried about you too."

"Are my yum-yums okay?!"

She sweatdropped and gave a little groan, eye twitching slightly.

Jeff's girlfriend was just happy to see him all in once piece.

"Jeffy boy! I thought you'd died!" She exclaimed, giving him a thump on his back.

The psychotic killer quickly amended things with a heartfelt hug, trying to get back on her good side.

"I-I brought some chocolate and stuff for you as an apology for almost burning down the house, but you weren't there..."

"Atta boy. And you made sure that D/N was unhurt before getting knocked out, right?"

He gulped nervously and just hugged her with all of his might, keeping a poker face.

Dark Link and his girl were already in the midst of reuniting with loving kiss. After that, she rested in his embrace.

"I-I thought that I'd never s-see you again, Darkness!"

"Hush, my sweet angel. Everything's okay now; you don't have to be scared..."

L.J's girlfriend was slowly sipping a cup of hot chocolate, looking up with patient eyes.

"Will that swirly, scatterbrained gumdrop be back soon?"

Jane patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Sure, sure. Soon you can give him a piece of your mind."

"Yes... Then I'll give him a warm hug and tell him how much I love him, no matter what."

"If I were you, I'd just leave it at the "give him a piece of my mind" bit. Just sayin'."

Upstairs in Smiley's Surgery...

"You know how to put in stitches too...?"

"Meh. I've watched Smiley do it loads of times."

L.J's claws turned out to be very useful in weaving the fine threads in and out, then pulling it together to close up a small portion of the gash.

Dark red blood trickled onto the cold surgery table. More blood was being administered via a drip that hung overhead.

Smirky originally gave a more than few yelps, but had quieted down soon enough. He was enduring the pain of getting stitches quite well.

While L.J did know about stitching and hooking drips, he wasn't a doctor. He couldn't decipher the confusing bottles that filled Smiley's medical cabinet, so no painkillers or sedatives could be given.

The whole procedure took half an hour to complete, and the end result was a grand total of forty seven stitches.

"All done~" L.J stated happily, snipping off the last of the excess.

Smirky stayed absolutely still, perhaps worried that he'd break the fragile threads that were currently the only things keeping his insides... Inside.

"T... Thank you..."

"Aww shucks. That's the nicest thing you've ever said..."

The monochrome clown just heaped up all the bloodied equipment and dumped it into the clinical waste bin.

"Now that you're not on the brink of death anymore, let's talk!"

"A-About what?"

"About where Smiley is." I wanna hear about his change of heart too, but that can wait.

Smirky made a telltale glance in a certain direction. There was a hint of amusement showing on his face.

"The phone started ringing, so I put him away in the safest place I could think of. On such short notice..."

L.J started laughing aloud as he took a key from the table and used it to unlock the closet door.

They both received quite a big surprise.

Because you see, Smirky had left the door unguarded while he took the call downstairs

And in those five minutes between Smiley being put inside the closet and the closet's door being locked, someone else had creeped in.

Sally was asleep, leaning against the unconscious Smiley. She was holding Charlie in one hand, and a set of glitter face paint in the other.

"Whoops. I must've forgotten to kidnap her. Poor kid; she missed all the action."

L.J carried the little girl back to her room, leaving Smirky to observe and snicker at his brother, who had various My Little Pony characters painted over his face.

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A/N: I managed to finish the special chapter only a days after I was supposed to! Anyone wanna award me with a cookie?

Zalgo isn't going to be too happy about all this. And I can only imagine that the headless minon is going to get blamed for it...

What will happen when Smiley wakes up? Will Sally's masterful doodles be removed by then? Will BEN ever put some clothes on? Find out next on Sonic X- Oops. Wrong show! You'll have to wait until the next scenario. XD

I really, really hope this wasn't disappointing, considering I put you guys through so much waiting! Let me know which bits you liked, yah?

Thank you guys (and gals!) so much for all your votes and comments. And follows. You have no idea how much it brightens up my dull, gloomy day!

Alright, all jokes aside, there's something I'd like to say; if you could spare some time to check out and leave your feedback on the Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios book of @claire_fallen_angel - who asked for and got my permission to use some of the jokes and concepts from this book - I'd be a very happy Phantom!

Toodles!

~TheNightPhantom.