Disclaimer: I don't own Creepypasta

Hey guys, so this is my first story with no Youtubers in it,...well...in the webshow category. Anyway I was inspired by the Creepypasta Experiment 84-b Which gives Slenderman one of the most tragic Backstories ever. So I was like huh...what if the monsters we fear in these stories, much like Jeff were beings with lives, and feelings before they became the monsters in these stories.

And then this popped into my head so this is the tale of Smile Dog, if you don't know who or what Smile Dog is...basically its a photoshopped image of a dog with glowing eyes and a smile on its face...like an actual human smile usually with a dead body or so in the background and the Creepypasta goes that the picture arrives in a chain letter and if you look at it you die...obviously its not true. Anyway lets get started.

I used to be an ordinary puppy, well...ordinary enough.

Unlike my brothers and sisters, who took after my mother. I took after my father and had a beautiful smile, as my mother put it though honestly I can't tell you if that's true or not. I never knew him, none of us puppies ever met our fathers in this awful place. We were kept in tight boxes, that got dirty alot and it was really cramped and dark all the time. I grew afraid of the outside, because I always heard people yelling, and being mean to the other dogs locked in cages. As I got bigger, my brothers and sisters would make fun of me for my smile...they'd laugh at me and told me I'd never find a family to love me. Mother would shush them and tell them to be nice.

I was always mother's favorite...

She'd always lick my fur, and give me extra cuddles...especially when they were being mean to me. Slowly the weeks rolled by and as we got older the humans would take us out of the cages and clean us up. They'd touch me with their cold hands and smooth down my fur roughly, before wetting it and try to make us look as cute as possible. Then they'd take us a good few miles away from our home and put us in another box where people came.

Some were people from pet sores, others looked mean, or scary...my favoritest part though was when it was children coming.

They came with parents in tow begging and pleading for a puppy, and that was when we shone...because we knew that we were going to good homes, if we were wanted and needed. But...I was never picked. One by one, my brothers and sisters left me, I was unsure to where but each and everytime they left they'd remind me that I'd never have a home.

One day...that changed.

It was a normal rainy day, and the master left us there to be adopted by whoever and a family came. A little girl, with big blue eyes, and long blond hair picked me up and held me in her arms. I smiled at her, and though her parents were horrified, she thought I was adorable...so I kissed her, as puppies often do by licking her face. She giggled, and named me Smiley because of my smile. They asked her if she didn't want any other puppies but she said no...she wanted me.

So she took me home and gave me what I always wanted.

She gave me a home, and loved me like a puppy should be loved...she gave me toys to play with, and food that wasn't full of icky bugs like the food with my old humans. She gave me fresh water, and played with me all the time in the big spacious backyard with a ball or a frisbee.I wasn't always good though, sometimes I'd pee on the carpet or eat something I wasn't supposed to. But she always forgave me and smile at me, I'd smile back at her.

Everyday, when she'd go to school, I walked her to the door and go back to her room where I'd wait patiently laying on the foot of the bed. Then when it was time for her to come home, I'd hop off the bed and go to the front door and wait for her to walk through the door. Every night, we'd lay on the bed and she'd sleep with one arm around continued until I grew from a puppy to a dog. But then...my human got sick.

They found something inside of her.

And as the days went by, she'd get sicker and sicker...paler and paler...weaker and paler...she couldn't run anymore, couldn't play anymore, not like she used to. Her hair got thinner, and thinner until she had none. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at her as she'd pet me and promise me that when she got better we'd get to play again, and do all of the things I missed doing.

She broke her promise

Her parents tossed me out into the streets, and I was left alone in the cold snow, the pouring rain, the hot sun beating down on me as my paws ached from the hot concrete. Then I was found by someone else, a young man who saw me scrounging in a garbage can. I smiled at him, and he took me in giving me food and water, as well as a nice place to stay. I missed my girl, but this young man seemed to love me just as much.

Though he was often angry at the television whenever he'd use a strange device to control things on it. He'd turn off the tv and pet me, that seemed to soothe his anger. He talked to me about alot of things, how there was a girl he liked, how he was searching for a bigger place, he was going to make it big one day as a videogame designer. I'd smile at him, and he asked if I believed he could do it. I'd bark in response, and he took it as a yes.

But then, just as my girl left me, he left me too.

He'd gone somewhere with friends and...never returned.

I waited for him by that door day and night, day and night, finally someone came and saw me there but instead of giving me cuddles or food they shooed me away. I was found by another friend of my boy. A young woman, who liked to take 'd go out to the forest, and I'd go with her to explore the sights of nature as she took pictures of trees, of flowers, of butterflies. I smiled at her once, and it scared her at first, but she took a picture of me and just shook it off.

My new girl was not liked though, just as my brothers and sisters taunted me others would taunt her.

I smiled at her and she'd hold me in her arms saying everything would be alright. But as the taunts grew worse and worse, so did my girl...she'd cry everyday, and wonder why everyone but me hated her. Now that my boy was gone she had no one but me who loved her. So she left me.

She put the camera down and gave me a hug and a kiss before taking a sharp object and the next thing I knew she was on the floor, with red covering her. The camera on the table clicked as if it took a picture. I looked at it and smiled believing it to be a joke, and that she or someone else took the picture. The camera flashed again but...no one took the picture. She'd apparantly set it to automatic and left me all alone.

Why did the people I love die?

first my little girl was taken from me, then my boy, and now my other girl

Why did they all leave me?

Did they not want me? I thought back to my brothers and sisters and their taunts as the camera continued to flash...I thought of the pain my poor little girl had to endure as the sickness took her from me, and her parents hatred of me. I thought of being cast out every time another person I loved died...of my boy human was taken from me because someone made a careless mistake and how my girl human was taunted to the point that she didn't want to live.

Anger filled my body, as the rage began to take hold.

I wanted revenge...revenge on everyone and everything that had ever prevented me from having a normal life.

Sorrow and grief turned to rage and hatred as in those moments I began to hate my humans...why did they leave me? I loved them, and yet they left me alone in the world that had for so long forsaken me. I tried to be a good dog, I never bit, never made too much noise, I was always there with a kind word and a loving smile...well now those days were gone. Soon everyone would know what it was like to lose someone as I had.

To be abandoned as I had...

The camera flashed as it constantly took pictures and I looked up at it and smiled.