(Another suggestion from Katiekat1300! I now present you with... The virtual cookeh! (:::))

Jeff the Killer

After returning home and getting his eyes checked by a doctor who was not named after a facial expression, Jeff was right as rain in spite of his ordeal at the island.

Or so you thought.

It had started as an ordinary day of walking D/N around the block.

Whilst the little pooch did his/her "business" in the nearby bushes, you stood there and tried to look not at all awkward.

L.J walked past, carrying a large bag in his arms. It looked like something from the ballet store.

"Oh heya kiddo! How's everything going?"

"Good. Good. What's in the bag?"

The monochrome clown laughed nervously before hurriedly walking along, round a corner and out of sight.

"Well that was weird."

D/N whimpered and started pulling on the leash, eager to return home and roll around on the rug.

You started walking home, still puzzled about L.J's sketchy behavior.

The moment that the front door was opened, D/N madly scampered inside and tackled the rug, causing it to slide a bit.

You rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen for a quick bite to eat.

As usual, there was a chair in front of the fridge and a little pair of feet could be seen as their owner rummaged through the contents of the freezer for free snacks.

Well... following after making yourself a nice sandwich, you began looking for Jeff.

"Jeff? Jeff? Where are you?"

No answer.

"Oh not again!"

You stormed upstairs, determined to stop the psychotic killer from breaking anything valuable.

"Jeffy boy! I don't have enough money to repair the ceiling again or pay for any hospital bills!"

The door to the bedroom was flung open...

And Jeff froze. He was wearing a tiny skintight tutu.

"Oh um... What's up, honey?"

You turned around and held up your hand.

"I don't want to know what sort of bizarre fetishes you have."

Jeff turned redder than a postbox.

"I-I just wanted to try ballet but this was the only costume they had in stock!"

BEN Drowned... In a tutu?

After much consideration, you had decided to turn the attic into a small gaming room. This meant that there was a lot of old stuff to sort out.

Fluffy had become lost underneath a heap of fancy dress costumes from when you were, like, five years old.

You were now bringing down the dusty boxes of old clothes to sort out into heaps for charity.

After the fourth load, you sat back to take a break.

"Zzzzz..."

Oh dear, did I say break? I meant "Extremely long nap".

It was nighttime by the time you woke up.

Since you were already on the verge on falling back to sleep, you slowly began crawling back to your bed.

BEN was in your bedroom, twirling around and admiring his tutu-clad bottom in the mirror. He was also wearing a tiara and brandishing a ribbon wand.

The little elf had apparently gotten bored and passed the time by playing dress up, unaware that you would think of coming in anytime soon.

Without another word, you turned around and decided to crash on the couch that night.

Dark Link~

"Big Mac, large fries and a small coke."

"Certainly, miss Y/N!"

"Thanks!"

You had been training hard with F/N for the upcoming ballet competition. The academy was competing against a rivaling school.

After the humiliating defeat last year, you were both determined to win.

But of course, that also warranted several trips to Mac Donald's as a reward for each extensive training session. Most of the staff now knew you on a first-name basis as a result.

And so you sat down by the window to enjoy the meal.

You looked out while taking a big bite out of the juicy burger, listening to the delicious crunch of the iceberg lettuce and savoring the melty cheese (A/N: If you haven't guessed yet, I was eating a Big Mac earlier and just couldn't resist!)

Then you saw some people from your ballet academy walking past. They were in a more advanced class but did have the uniform.

Strangely enough, the ghost of C/N was floating after them, still wearing a tutu. Nobody knew when the elderly feline had decided to enroll but there you go.

Amongst them, you saw someone who made your jaw drop.

"Darkness?"

Dark Link noticed you staring at him from the window and quickly hurried along down the street, his cheeks a bright lilac.

A few minutes later, you got a text.

I'm one of the higher-tier ballerinas in the competition. Please don't tell BEN!

What? We all have our hobbies.

Laughing Jackamaracka

This was it.

It was finally the night of the ballet competition.

You sat anxiously at the back along with the rest of the ballerinas, most of which were doing some last-minute stretches.

F/N was sitting on a bench, tying her slippers on tightly.

"Are you ready, Y/N?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

The competitors were being called out in a particular order of boy, girl, boy girl.

Right now, there was a boy onstage, doing a solo performance.

You and F/N were going to be performing as a duo. It was one of the last performances and vital to winning.

The audience burst out into cheers as the announcer provided commentary.

"Nine, nine and seven for a total score of twenty five points for D.L!"

"I wonder who D.L is...?" You said thoughtfully.

For no apparent reason, F/N smirked and started sniggering.

"Well whoever he is, he's really good. C'mon! We're up next!"

"And now, F/N and Y/N who will be performing a ballet of The Sugarplum Fairy!"

You both went out there, intending to do your very best.

Everybody was watching. Everyone.

Jeff was there along with his girlfriend and her friend. The psychotic killer appeared to have grown a large pair of wiggling breasts until D/N poked his/her snout out through a gap in his hoodie along with Fluffy.

BEN was sitting near the back, surrounded by all sorts of snacks including Doritos, Cheetos and even a bowl of nachos swimming in gooey cheese dip (For the record, I have never actually sampled any of these foods)

Dark Link was nowhere in sight and neither was L.J.

Although, Smiley was lurking around in the shadows, checking his watch and tapping his foot impatiently while looking around.

The first of the music began playing and you began your performance.

The not-so-good doctor eventually disappeared and had presumably slunk off somewhere.

Unfortunately, F/N's foot slipped on the polished floor and sent both of you crashing down during the climax of your performance.

The judges shook their heads. Strangely enough, one of them looked like exactly like Slenderman wearing a brown curly wig and spectacles.

5

3

666

The third "Judge" hurriedly flipped it around.

2

"Boo!" Jeff's voice could be heard shouting.

"F/N and Y/N wrap up with a total score of ten points!"

There were a few sniggers.

"Oh great. The last performer will have to get a record-breaking score for us to win now!" F/N muttered under her breath as you both trudged back in.

"And now for the final act! A last-minute entry from (Academy Name)!"

The principal was looking at her list in confusion.

"But-But there's only... Oh never mind! An extra entry won't do any harm."

You looked up sharply as you heard the music, which was very familiar.

Then, as the performer began their routine, they also began singing (Which to be fair, wasn't against the rules).

"Round and round the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel~ The monkey thought t'was all fun~"

"Hey Y/N... Isn't that guy your boyfriend? He's got a swirly nose and sharp teeth" F/N remarked, peeking out to the stage.

"Holy... No. No. It can't be."

"And Laughing Jack-in-a-box finishes with a perfect score of thirty points! What a funny name, folks!"

The entire audience burst into cheers.

You sprang up and ran around to the boy's room, where L.J was pulling his stripy shirt back on.

"Oh hello, my sweet gummy bear! Did I do good?" He asked innocently.

You jumped up and gave him a big ol' smooch right on the lips.

"You won! You won the contest for us! Oh L.J, you're so sweet!"

"No, no, no, Y/N. I'm not sweet."

He pulled out a swirly lollipop and yanked off the wrapping with his teeth.

"This is sweet!"

A drumroll could be heard from somewhere.

At the Creepypasta- Huh? Oh right. Change of location again.

(Quick A/N: From now on - due to me beginning to get fed up of always saying "Name" - we'll give Smiley's girlfriend a proper name... Hmmm... From now on, she'll be called Barbie. Barbie Barbra the Third. Just kidding! Bella Swan. No? Okay then, how about Evelyn?)

There was a knock on the door.

Evelyn quickly walked over, balancing a box in one arm.

"Hi Smiley! Did you come here to help me unpack?"

"Um... Yes, I did."

The not-so-good doctor entered and looked around.

"This is a very nice apartment."

"Thanks! It's closer to the sanctuary, so I'll be able to visit there more often and check up on that penguin of yours!"

She put the box down on the coffee table and turned around.

"What happened to your face?"

Smiley was wearing a white bandana around his head, completely covering his mouth.

"Just a little injury from that clawed clown," he said dismissively.

"Well I hope you get better soon. Here!"

She passed to him a large circular mirror.

"Could you go and hang that in the bathroom?"

Smiley held it with both hands and nodded.

As an afterthought, Evelyn also plonked a large bag on top of his head.

"And could you put that makeup kit on the sink counter? I'll sort through it later."

"Fine."

Smiley painstakingly made his way to the bathroom, keeping a firm grip on the mirror while also balancing the makeup bag on his head.

He went in and found the set of nails which it was supposed to hang from.

After hosting it up and putting it in place, he stepped back with a loud sigh of relief.

Smiley set the makeup bag down.

Then he did a very odd thing.

He looked around cautiously before unzipping it and taking out a tube of lipstick.

Then he uncapped and opened it.

(I know what you're thinking. Get that thought out of your brain; he's not going to put it on!)

Smiley went over to the mirror and began writing something on it.

After a minute or so, he replaced the lid and carefully set the lipstick down before walking out.

"I have to leave now so goodbye."

"Oh... Okay then. See you around!"

The door closed.

Evelyn shrugged and went back to unpacking.

About five minutes later, the door opened again and a flustered Smiley ran in before doubling over. He was completely out of breath.

"I'm so sorry, Evelyn! L.J wanted me to help sneak him into a ballet competition for god-knows what reason and then he actually had the nerve to turn up late because he stopped to buy a swirly lollipop along the way!"

"Er..."

After a few seconds, she laughed.

"Oh very funny, Smiley! And I suppose after you left five minutes ago, you took off that bandana and ran laps up and down the corridor!'

Smiley stopped panting and straightened up.

"I ran straight over here from the ballet hall. What on earth are you talking about?"

Evelyn began sorting through a box full of DVD's.

"Alright then, Smiley. If you're so adamant that you weren't here five minutes ago, check the bathroom for the mirror that I distinctively remember handing to you."

"What mirror...?"

Either way, he did go to the bathroom to see for himself.

Smiley froze in front of it. There was writing written in what looked like red lipstick.

SHE WILL BE MINE~

Icy water was running through his veins instead of blood, he was almost positive.

Finally, he took a deep breath and swiped a nearby cloth off the counter.

"We'll see about that...," Smiley muttered as he began wiping away the haunting message.

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Dayum! Smirky's really back from the dead and now he knows where Smiley's girlfriend lives!

So did any of you manage to figure out that it wasn't good old Smiley? Did any of you once accidentally read or write "bandana" as "banana"? Because I sure did. Twice XD

The previous special chapter sure got a lot of attention, I must say! I love every single one of you guys! I've already said that I'd shower you all with gifts if I could, but I'd also give each of you a rainbow unicorn and a waffle.

A magic waffle.

A magic waffle that can shoot laserbeams.

Now I'm going to start working on those suggestions set forth by TheLonelyStoryteller!

Ta-Ta!

~TheNightPhantom