Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Goes to a "Therapist"

Laughing Max

L.J skipped in and spoke with a cheerful voice.

"Hey kiddo!"

"Don't 'hey kiddo' me...," the therapist grumbled.

Then he noticed the lollipop that he was holding.

"No candy allowed!"

"Aww..."

L.J somehow ate the whole thing in one bite and then laid down on the couch.

"So Y/N thought that therapy might be good for me because of my traumatic past and fear of being left alone-"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door of the broom closet seemed like it was about to burst off the hinges.

L.J craned his neck to look past the therapist.

"What's in there?"

"Nothing," he said a little too quickly.

The monochrome clown shrugged.

"Meh."

Then he looked up and smiled.

"Do you think there could be something wrong with my teeth? I mean, I've been getting a major toothache in one of them..."

"It could be a cavity from the amount of candy that you eat. I would recommend having it examined. The dentist will ask a few questions and then fill it with a special-"

L.J sprang up to his feet and shrugged his feathery shoulders.

"That's too complicated for me. Bye, bye!"

He walked out, whistling a merry inconspicuous tune.

At the creepypasta- Oh you've got to be kidding me!

Smiley rested his head in one hand, feeling rather bored.

"I can't believe that Slenderman booked me for a therapy session behind my back..."

The faceless creepypasta had noticed his change of mood and the fact that the not-so-good doctor was now acting a lot more like his namesake.

So good old Slendy had done the most sensible thing and scheduled Smiley a therapy session just to make sure that he was genuinely happy and not just suffering from another nervous breakdown.

L.J strolled out of the room, looking as bright and cheerful as ever.

Smiley rolled his eyes and stood up, since he was last and wanted to get the session over with quickly.

Before he had even taken one step, a clawed hand reached out and yanked him back by the collar.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you~"

"Why not?"

"Because that's not the therapist."

Smiley struggled but couldn't free himself from L.J's iron grip.

"What are you talking about? The other creepypastas didn't seem to notice. BEN even looked happy when he marched out!"

"He's pretending to be a therapist but his real degree is in dentistry if you know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean! Stop toying around with me or let me go!" He snapped, getting irritated.

The monochrome clown stifled a giggle.

"The person waiting behind that door for you is Doctor Smirky! He stuffed the real therapist into the broom closet!"

Smiley's eyes went wide.

"It-It can't be!"

"You bet it is. He must've gotten word that you were scheduled for that therapy appointment and saw it as the perfect opportunity to corner ya!"

The not-so-good doctor was speechless.

"L.J... If I had gone in there..."

"He's probably waiting by the door with a chloroformed cloth as we speak," he said casually.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Run for the hills and tell Slendy that your appointment was accidentally canceled!"

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A/N: Dun Dun Duuuh! Well now, ladies and gentlemen. We now know that Doctor Smirky is a good dentist but a terrible therapist.

I'm so happy that everyone loved the special chapter! And that this book is halfway to 3K reads! I mean, it was only published about a month ago!

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