Ch. 84

                                    

                                          
      "Mr. Smiley?" I called for the man when I reached his shack and peeked around the corner of the front door. "Yeeeeeess?" He answered my call and stepped into the same room with me. He then suddenly asked,"Y/n? Why are you able to talk? I thought the medicine would take about a few months for your throat to heal." 
   "I checked for scars and there aren't any. I honestly don't know what happened or where they went." I felt my neck again and for sure felt no injuries. "This is strange. Veryyyy strange." Mr. Smiley said while rubbing his chin. "Did you do anything the past few days?" 
    Should I tell him about time changing? Oh screw it, he's my doctor.
 "Well, I did change time back a little. That's probably the biggest thing so far." 
  "What did you change time with?" Mr. Smiley asked, motioning me to coming with him. We both sat at the dinner table and he poured some tea for the both of us. 
   "I changed it with a watch." I reached into my pocket and gave it to him, taking a sip of the hot tea that burned my tongue a little. I watched him turn the golden item in his hands and examine the inside. "Y/n where did you get this clock?" He asked and gave it back to me. "My friend gave it to me on Christmas. Can you believe I saved the creepypastas and the whole world from Zalgo just by turning back time on this?" I had to admit it- I was proud of doing that- saving Toby, saving Mr. Smiley. 
   Mr. Smiley nodded, clapped, then chirped with joy, "Time to see where he or she got it from!" 
  "He." I let him know Mark was a boy and quickly drank up all my tea that was still hot. "Then let's go!" He says while grabbing my hand- making me drop the tea cup onto the table. 
   But I just got back from his houseeeee...kindaaaaa... I pouted in my head and felt me legs shake from the long walk. 
                          
  "Mr. Smiley? Why are we going to the mansion? Aren't we ganna go to Mark's place?" I asked confusedly. "You'll see. I'm very lazy today." He hummed and threw open the door, his jacket 'whooshing' from the air of the sudden movement. "BEN!" He shouted while taking us upstairs. "Yes Mr. Smiley?" The little elf poked his head out from his room- music coming from the tv. "Can you get y/n to Mark's place by tv. We need to ask him a very important question! Fast!" BEN quickly saved the game he was playing and turned the tv channels to a blank staticky screen. "Ready?" He asked as he grabbed my waist. "BEN no!" I stomped on his foot and he let go. "What? It's the only way for me to throw you in and through Mark's tv!" He panicked, and scratched his head. "Fine." I huffed and crossed my arms, letting him touch my waist and gently push me into the tv. BEN just went to Mr. Smiley and knocked him in,"Jk." He laughed and went back to playing his video game. 
   "Mark?" I asked as I pulled myself out of his living room tv. "Y/n? How'd you get in here?" He stepped into the room and so did Ace. "Whatttttt." Ace muttered. Suddenly Mr. Smiley popped out and landed on top of me, crushing me to the floor and the two teenagers ran to help. "Get off of y/n you monster!" Ace yelled while pulling Mr. Smiley off and picking me up gently. "W-wait! He's good!" I stopped them both from hitting the smiling man and helped him up. "We need to know where you got this clock." I stated and pulled out the time changing pocket watch. 
   "Oh that? Some random girl gave it to me while I was walking to school one day- probably like a year ago." Mark tapped his chin to remember all the details. "She had green eyes, wore a grey sweatshirt...anddddd she had brown hair. That's all I can remember. Sorry if that's too plain- why is there black stuff coming from your eyes and mouth?" Mark looked at Mr. Smiley with a weird face. 
   "That's enough information thank you very much Mark!" Mr. Smiley clapped his hands- ignoring Mark's question- and suddenly took me outside. "Mr. Smiley? How was that enough information? I didn't even get to say bye to Mark and Ace!" Mr. Smiley kept walking, his eyes glued to the pathway in front of him, and we cut along the street into the forest. "Trust me y/n. I might know the gal."