Dr. Smiley.

*you arrived there, he was nice at first. He told you the rules were, no staying up past curfew, no phones and no going into the lobby without being escorted there by him. Later, you were chilling in your room, on your phone you heard the door open and a sharp sting and then you pass out. You wake up strapped to a chair, Dr. Smiley standing there, holding a scalpel. You had a laughing gas mask on.* So, you’ve been a bad kid ever since you got here, so, I’m gonna ask your be good. Or else…..