They're all the same... They're all so gullible...

The surgery's lights had automatically dimmed, which lowered the room's brightness to the likeness of a soothing nightlight, and the air conditioner whirred out filtered air.

With all of the windows firmly closed and blinds drawn you'd never guess it was daytime.

A very peaceful air surrounded the darkness. It was perfect for someone who needed their rest - like Eyeless Jack. The kind of sanctuary that you wouldn't mind staying in for all of eternity.

The same did not apply to someone whose ideas were radically different  - like Smirky. As far as he was concerned, the room was a concrete prison.

Not that it mattered, it was going to change. Which brings us reeling back to the "they're all so gullible," part.

The illusionist creepypasta lifted his head and let his eyes sweep over the room. He checked everything; made absolute certainty that no one was there.

E.J was, but there wasn't much he could do with a towel wrapped around his face. Besides, he had no eyes.  And after that beating he'd taken? Probably less brains too, for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, Smirky was standing upright by the security control panel. He shook Smiley's wallet out of his sleeve and examined it out of bored curiosity.

He flipped it open and plucked out a sleek black business card. It had the creepypasta hotline numbers embedded in silvery writing.

The other side had something else; a strip of paper that had been stuck there with sticky tape. It had a seeping ink stain - but the smudged numbers were still comprehensible.

Keeping his attention on the numbers, Smirky's other hand started to make quick taps on the input keyboard. One by one, those little asterisks filled the passcode box.

The screen flashed a green conformation screen. After that, it was completely his to control at will.

HALL CAMERAS OFF.

Bright words scrolled across the flickering blue panel, reflecting in his glossy eyes. That was the only way Phantom could see them either, so she had to work double-time to decipher the letters for you guys.

DOOR ALARM DEACTIVATED.

Elsewhere in the room, mechanisms whirled softly. Presumably, that was the sound of the cameras going offline and the door nicely unlocking itself.

Remember kids: don't trust security systems, especially if they came from questionable sources like BEN. Invest in a baseball bat instead.

SECURITY GRID OFFLINE.

Smirky reached over to flip a red switch, which blacked out the screen completely. That satisfied him, once he was sure that nobody could tell that anything was wrong at first glance.

He simply walked right out of the surgery and no one was the wiser. He paused in the hallway to stifle a yawn, then continued down an unfamiliar corridor.

With all the cameras offline, Phantom couldn't track his movements and nor could anybody else. Unfortunately, that also means that we'll be bringing this chapter to a very premature end.

Until next time, I suppose....?

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A/N: The struggle with my head is real!
Three whole days without any writing and you give me this piece of pineapple?
I'm too ashamed to even call this pathetic 500-word thing a chapter.
I'mma gonna call it a pineapple.
A radioactive pineapple.