Smiley was awoken by the sensation of Sonic.exe trotting over his face.

Looking very unapologetic, the blue hedgehog stepped on him again on his way out of the door with a final dustpan full of smashed pill powder.

The not-so-good doctor unexpectedly sat up.

He tried to remember what the heck he'd been doing, while still disoriented.

Before he could get far with that reminiscing, a raspy voice chuckled from above him.

T'was a sudden sound; spine-tingling and unavoidable. Not what you'd want to hear while completely alone and woozy from a OHKO.

Smiley stiffly raised his head, all the way up. His scarlet eyes reflected the surgery's blazing lights and...

Something else.

A pair of unblinking eyes.

A grotesque smile, scratching and etching its image into his soul.

"What's up, doc?" A wheezy voice inquired, tailing off in laughter.

After a fleeting moment of terror, something clicked inside his head; dawning realisation that manifested itself into a dangerous guttural growl. 

Smiley lunged up and grabbed the perpetrator by their hoodie, clutching the bunched white fabric between his fingers in a death grip.

Screeching to high heaven all the way, the not-so-good doctor yanked Jeff right off his feet - the lil' crazy had been looking down at him, crouched on a table - and rammed him headfirst into the floor.

"YOU! YOU- HOW DARE  YOU PUT YOUR FLITHY SHOES ON MY SPOTLESS OPERATING TABLE!?"

The crazy killer landed sprawled out on the floor and did some sort of backwards crawl, until his back was pressed to a wall.

"It- It was in the name of- I've wanted to make that joke for years!" Jeff insisted, waving wild surrendering gestures over his own head.

An ominous look hung over Smiley's face as he closed in on Jeff.

Creases and folds on his surgical mask hinted that he was starting to smile. "Hush now, I'll help you... I'll help you a lot..."

Jeff shrank back.

"M-Mommy?"

~
Elsewhere in the world, a certain YouTube video was gaining likes and views by the second.

One hundred.
Two hundred.
Three hundred thousand.
One million.

It spiked pretty rapidly.

And Jane was raising an admirable amount of money in ad revenue in the process.

She sat behind her computer screen and cackled like a winning supervillain, rubbing her manicured hands together for further evil effect.

"With this money, I'll beat the profits of BEN's black market fridge business by eighty percent!"

The sassy creepypasta leaned back in her seat and wallowed in the achievement, so gleeful and glorious that she didn't hear any of the screaming from upstairs.

Anydoodles, let's pan the camera back to the surgery without any prewarining whatsoever!

... Because its fun.
~
During the time that we were gone, Jeff had mysteriously disappeared and the broom closet's door had mysteriously gained a new shiny padlock.

Smiley could be found by the window, flinging a ring of keys outside with all his might.

Plop.

They landed a bullseye in the mansion's swimming pool.

Then, the not-so-good doctor yawned and tucked his arms behind his head. And savoured the sullen silence.

Dark, depressing and ominous.
Just how he liked it.

After enjoying a moment of peace and clarity, Smiley reluctantly set to work on cleaning the operating table. Gloves, spray bottle, towel.

He worked mechanically with his scrubbing, mopping away at the mess and only taking short breaks to wring the scarlet towel out in the nearby sink.

Naturally, the not-so-good doctor was totally ignoring bodies which were lying not-so-inconspicuously out in the open. One could only assume he was trying to pretend they did not exist.

Unfortunately for him, Ticci Toby woke up from that bottle-induced KO somewhere in the middle of his cleaning spree.

The proxy's presence was so scarce that Smiley hardly noticed him. Until he started asking questions, that is.

"W-W-What's a-all th-that s-s-stuff?"

"Ah... Red paint."

More disinfectant; the air became barely breathable.

Toby - unfortunately a little oblivious to his discomfort about discussing the subject -  pointed somewhere else. "A-A-And w-w-what's t-t-that?"

Smiley irritably glanced over his shoulder.

There was a crumpled heap of hoodie-like fabric lying on the floor, nicely soaking up the blood. "Oh my. Now how did that get there? It must be a... Spare rag."

"O-Okay... A-A-And w-wh-what a-about t-that?"

Now Toby was pointing to a jar that definitely hadn't been there before (more specifically its contents, which also had definitely not been floating around in there before.)

Deadpan. "That's a kidney. Eyeless Jack likes them kept fresh."

Speaking of the devil, E.J had somehow fallen asleep in the midst of taking cover and had definitely not been forgotten up until now by the author.

Accepting this explanation with a confused nod, Toby stumbled to his quivering feet and somehow made it out of the surgery without causing himself further injury.

He was probably making his way towards Slendy's study to ask what had happened. How did the proxy know that Slenderman was in his study?

It was simply Tobysense.

Do not question this logic. Then again, he could've just been hungry and heading to the waffle maker. As a certain monochrome clown would say - it was one of the many mysteries of the world.

Wait; we're moving off topic here... Shoo, shoo, back to the plotline with you!

After he'd had a chance to cool down and started thoroughly disinfecting every single inch of the surgery, Smiley finally paid attention to his unconscious twin brother.

The illusionist creepypasta's body was in the way. He simply had to acknowledge him and roll it over in order to scrub that particular inch of floor with a sponge soaked in bleach.

Around that time, Smiley's inner conscious came into play. And no, it had nothing to do with robbing a bank.

Shouldn't I check that he's alright?
I mean, I am a doctor after all...

His conscious' nagging only got worse the more he tried to ignore it.

Surrender was inevitable.

~Le Nutella-Induced Timeskip (Mashmallow Went Off To College)~

Sonic.exe came back into the surgery to check if there was anything else that needed to be cleaned up. When he saw that the lights had been dimmed (save for one directly above the table), he got a little... Excited.

The blue hedgehog ditched whatever he'd been holding at the time and zoomed towards the table, skidded to a halt, backtracked and rushed forward again with a stepping stool in tow.

Sonic.exe hopped onto the stool and looked up eagerly at Smiley, who was trying his best to ignore the intruding pasta completely.

"Are we doing an autopsy? Can I help? Huh? Huh? Can I help?" He span on his foot and struck a pose, pointing back at his sharp quills.

"No, this is a medical examination and I've just finished it," Smiley mumbled underneath the surgery mask.

Sonic.exe looked thoroughly disappointed. Whether this was due to a lack of autopsy or the fact that his services weren't needed was entirely up for debate.

Whether Phantom uses the saying 'entirely up for debate' too much is also entirely up for debate.
However, the entire concept of debating about debatable things being debated is also open to debate.

Word count, word count, boosty, boosty, boost. ;)

The blue hedgehog spinkicked away his stepping stool and trudged out with droopy shoulders.

As for the poor stepping stool? Well, you can imagine what kind of sound it made when it crashed into a wall and fell apart like a house of cards.

E.J jolted awake, wailed something about a pink schoolboy, then dropped straight back to sleep.

Smiley rolled his eyes and made a note to bill Sonic.exe's credit card for a new one. No, not a new E.J (although that might've been preferable), a new stepping stool.

The not-so-good doctor ensured that Smirky was resting properly and couldn't fall off the table before he retreated to his desk to survey his notes on the medical examination.

He sat down and picked up the clipboard with one hand, using the other to leaf through the pinned papers while balancing a pen simultaneously.

Patient was found to have shallow incisions along neck, shoulders, arms, back and stomach. Origin unknown - mysterious pattern seems to carefully follow alongside the path of major veins and arteries. ?

Incisions are aged, though it is impossible to deduce if this was caused by time or rapid healing.

The cuts had been fine enough to be mistaken for cat scratches and they puzzled Smiley to no end. Honestly, he thought that they'd come out of nowhere. No evident beginning or end - simply there.

He flipped to the next page in a shuffle of paper.

Fingernails were torn violently. Possibility of a struggle (refer to footnote) unlikely, matches the quota of self-inflicted.

No other injuries. Cause of unconsciousness attributed to falling.

Footnote: Contradiction at scene of "attack." Nothing was broken or missing, however several witnesses heard crashing, breaking and shattering.

His old pen had gone a little dodgy at that point; causing his writing to become faded and scratchy.

Scars of major stitching still present along back and front. Previously unknown scar hidden on lip and tongue. Patient is crazy. Mild knockout drug administered for safety purposes.

After a moment of thinking, Smiley scrawled an extra footnote at the bottom.

Footnote: Due to lack of supplies, knockout drugs were possibly expired - have been residing at the back of a medical cupboard for twelve years.

Was completely necessary for the examiner's peace of mind before going anywhere near the patient's teeth.

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A/N: I'm starting to forget what's going on, where everybody is and what they're doing... Is that even possible?

If you spot any contradictions, please let me know so that I can fix it! Heck, could someone generous give a summary of what's going on? I'm sick - my head's frazzled! XD

Question Of The Day: What's one of your ultimate peeves when it comes to creepypasta fanfictions?

(One of mine is when the whole story is just terribly-paced romance, enevitably leading towards when the female OC bangs Jeff the Killer. XD)

As usual, thank you so much for putting up with my irregular writing schedule! I'm so grateful that you've let this book get over 1K views!
Did you notice anything different about this chapter? I spent an hour proofreading this chapter! *party poppers go off*

Toodle-doo!
Final Word Count: 1766.