Post by Barrel on Sept 21, 2007 21:40:12 GMT -8
Death of Orin in fanfic form, the Now! It's Just the Gas song isn't really in there, just rewording of the lyrics.
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Goddamn sicko. That's what that Arthur Denton guy was. My face twisted into a snarl as I stormed back down the hall- then I froze. I whirled around, brandishing my handheld torture device. "Let me ask you something. Does this thing scare you?" I asked the man sitting in the waiting room. I hoped it terrified him. Made things more fun.
Said man gulped. "Y-yes, it does," he confirmed with a nod, eyes fixed on the tool. I could tell just by the look on his face that it did, I just wanted to terrify the poor fool. I mean, who actually comes here without an appointment? Nobody but that weirdo Denton.
"Would you like it if I took this thing and made straight for your goddamn incisors?" I asked, my eyes glittering with fury. Arthur Denton had obviously enjoyed it. Patients like him takes all the fun out of being a liscenced DDS.
"No!" the man gasped, horrified. He shrank back in his chair. Oh yeah, he'd be a fun one, I could tell already.
"It would hurt, am I right? You'd panic, and scream, and freak out, right?" A grin was forming on my face. I loved my job.
"Yes, yes I would..." the man replied nervously, obviously wondering what I was getting at. Oh, boy. If that man was this nervous, then...
"Well, get your ass in there!" I seized the man by his shirt and dragged said male down the hall and into a room, tossing him into a dentist chair. "Say, don't I know you?"
"Y-yeah, Seymour Krelborn. We met yesterday," the terrified man replied, trembling.
"The guy with the bandages, right? And that plant?" I grinned and leaned close to Seymour. "Now, Seymour-" I began, then blinked. "You're also the guy with the gun? Wait a minute..." A gun was now pointed at my head, directly between my eyes. My eyes crossed as I stared at the barrel of the gun. "A gun? You've got a goddamn revolver!?" I sneered, snatching the gun from Seymour and tossing it aside. "Your mouth's a mess, didja know that?" Actually, Seymour's mouth was pretty well taken care of, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Let him think that he needed dental treatment. Then I could do whatever I wanted to his mouth and claim he needed it. Ah, to cause pain... it felt great. I could barely wait.
Seymour now looked panicked. "I-I just remembered that I have to go water the plants." Unfortunately for him, I could see right through his lie. For some odd reason, many of my patients suddenly find other stuff to do, or their pain magically goes away. Like I'd really believe that.
"Seymour, there's always time for dental hygiene," I informed said florist. "And ya know that wisdom tooth? I'll just RIP that bugger right outta there!" Seymour shrank back in the chair, eyes wide. But then I paused. "I'm gonna want some gas for this." Oh, yes. How I loved that gas. Wonderful nitrous oxide, it could brighten up even the worst day. And I simply enjoyed the feeling it gavde me. Like I could do anything I wanted, no questions asked.
"Thank God!" Seymour breathed, visibly relaxing. "I thought you weren't going to use any." I couldn't let him think I was going to numb him! Oh, no. People shouldn't make assumptions. It gives them a nasty shock when they discover otherwise. Or... they COULD assume stuff, and I could scare the living daylights out of them by doing the opposite of what they expect.
I whirled back around, grinning. "Oh, no. The gas ain't for you, Seymour- it's for ME. Ya see, I find that a little giggle gas before I begin increases my performance." Thinking, I snapped my fingers. "I'm gonna use my special gas mask!" I turned and opened the small closet that was attached to the room, pawing through it. "Now where'd it go?" After a few moments, I found my mask. "Aha! Here it is!" I crowed, slipping the harness onto my back and the fishbowl-like mask over my head. I flipped a switch on one of the tanks attached to my back and inhaled, giggling softly as I let out my breath, turning back to Seymour.
"Come on, Seymour old boy, you can do it!" Seymour had picked up his gun from the corner and had it pointed at me again. This time, it was aimed at my heart. "I have to! ...but I can't." He drooped, dropping the gun, which fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
Wow. I had never felt this good in my entire life, all twenty-something years of it. I could never keep track of my age- not like I cared, anyways. As long as I was still alive, I could care less about whether I was thirty or eighty. But... wow. I was flying. "Oh man, I'm so high I don't know what's going on..." I giggled quietly, before turning to Seymour. "Ohoho, the things I'm gonna do to your mouth..." Just that thought... There was a reason why I never wore tight outfits to work. To state why, well... Causing pain turned me on. Always has, even when I was young, about ten years old, I think. Don't get me wrong, I loved the feeling! I just didn't like others knowing exactly how much I enjoyed hurting them.
The look on Seymour's face was amusing. I'm not sure if it was the effects of the gas or not, but I began laughing anyway. My grin widened as I chuckled. Then I came to a decision. I didn't want to get too high, after all. "Well, I've had about enough of this stuff, so I'll just take the mask off now, and... eh..." I tugged at the contraption that covered my head, eyes widening. It wouldn't come off. "Uh-oh..." I yanked at it again. "Oh God, I could asphyx in here!" I shot a panicked glance at Seymour, who looked guilty for some reason. Huh. I'll have to ask him after I get his help. Chortling with laughter, I finally asked, "Hey Seymour, guess what?"
The botanist blinked. Apparently he thought I was going to rip his head off or something. "What?" he asked nervously.
"It's stuck!" I said gleefully. Now, I didn't find this news good at all- but the gas was so wonderful, so thrilling... I mean, wow. I was seriously flying.
"What!?" the horrified Seymour gasped. Maybe he didn't understand what I was telling him, so I decided to explain.
"The mask! It's stuck! I-I can't get it off!" I was starting to panic, which made me hyperventilate, which only increased my intake of the nitrous oxide. "Give me a hand, will you?" I knelt down in front of Seymour so he could easily reach the mask and help me pull it off.
When I realized that Seymour definitely wasn't reaching for my mask, I looked up at the florist questioningly, grin fading a little. Seymour hesitated. "Well..." Jeez, why couldn't he help me!? All he had to do was grab the mask and pull! It wasn't that hard!
I blinked. "Well?" I repeated, a small shiver of fear running down my spine. The thought of dying here, at my work, doing my job- it terrified me. I glanced at the mirror next to the sink against the wall. "He says 'well'!" I told my reflection. Seymour obviously didn't understand what was going on, and I made sure I let him know that. "Look kid, seriously, I'm too high to really do anything to save myself," I explained, having to start the sentence over a few times until I managed to choke it out, giggling too hard to do anything other than stagger around drunkenly, nearly tripping. "Cedric-"
"Seymour," the man corrected. Jeez, I had only met the man the day before, how was I supposed to remember his name? Oh yeah. I shrieked with laughter at my stupidity. This botanist was on the radio! They interviewed him a number of times!
"Eh... whatever. Krelborn, I'm not going to live forever. If I keep inhaling this stuff, I'll die. And it's really gonna suck to die like this, ya know?" Yeah, I didn't like the idea of laughing to death. Sounds more like how something- I dunno, a clown maybe?- would die. Not me. Not Dr. Orin Scrivello, the sadistic dentist. I supposed it was far too late to try to apologize for my actions. I enjoyed beating up Audrey and my patients too much anyways, I couldn't apologize even if I wanted to. You can't change a man's nature, not even by force. "This really is a rotten way to die!" I hadn't yet given up on acquiring Seymour's help in freeing me from my glass bowl-like prison.
Seymour appeared to be arguing with himself. "Do I help take the mask off? He doesn't have a prayer, and he'll surely die if I don't do anything. But... he DOES hurt Audrey..." I could've sworn I heard him say something about that giant plant of his, but I was too far gone to pay attention.
Emitting a high-pitched giggle, I shot a wild-eyed stare at Seymour, staggering over to the chair he was seated in. "I know, I may sound sorta like a hyena, but believe me: I really don't find this funny at all!" It was growing difficult for me to breathe- I was, in fact, hyperventilating to try to draw oxygen into my lungs. My legs collapsed beneath me, and I slumped forward, ending up draped across Seymour's lap. "I know for a fact that you're... you're not deaf, you know I can't get this thing off... Are you happy now? I-I've laughed myself to d-d-death..." With a final giggle, I felt first my arms, then my legs stop working for me. I couldn't breathe, not at all. I was suffocating. Then, finally, I could move and breathe no more, entire body going limp as I stared at Seymour, the light fading from my eyes as my vision faded, blurring at first and then dimming, finally going black.
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Goddamn sicko. That's what that Arthur Denton guy was. My face twisted into a snarl as I stormed back down the hall- then I froze. I whirled around, brandishing my handheld torture device. "Let me ask you something. Does this thing scare you?" I asked the man sitting in the waiting room. I hoped it terrified him. Made things more fun.
Said man gulped. "Y-yes, it does," he confirmed with a nod, eyes fixed on the tool. I could tell just by the look on his face that it did, I just wanted to terrify the poor fool. I mean, who actually comes here without an appointment? Nobody but that weirdo Denton.
"Would you like it if I took this thing and made straight for your goddamn incisors?" I asked, my eyes glittering with fury. Arthur Denton had obviously enjoyed it. Patients like him takes all the fun out of being a liscenced DDS.
"No!" the man gasped, horrified. He shrank back in his chair. Oh yeah, he'd be a fun one, I could tell already.
"It would hurt, am I right? You'd panic, and scream, and freak out, right?" A grin was forming on my face. I loved my job.
"Yes, yes I would..." the man replied nervously, obviously wondering what I was getting at. Oh, boy. If that man was this nervous, then...
"Well, get your ass in there!" I seized the man by his shirt and dragged said male down the hall and into a room, tossing him into a dentist chair. "Say, don't I know you?"
"Y-yeah, Seymour Krelborn. We met yesterday," the terrified man replied, trembling.
"The guy with the bandages, right? And that plant?" I grinned and leaned close to Seymour. "Now, Seymour-" I began, then blinked. "You're also the guy with the gun? Wait a minute..." A gun was now pointed at my head, directly between my eyes. My eyes crossed as I stared at the barrel of the gun. "A gun? You've got a goddamn revolver!?" I sneered, snatching the gun from Seymour and tossing it aside. "Your mouth's a mess, didja know that?" Actually, Seymour's mouth was pretty well taken care of, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Let him think that he needed dental treatment. Then I could do whatever I wanted to his mouth and claim he needed it. Ah, to cause pain... it felt great. I could barely wait.
Seymour now looked panicked. "I-I just remembered that I have to go water the plants." Unfortunately for him, I could see right through his lie. For some odd reason, many of my patients suddenly find other stuff to do, or their pain magically goes away. Like I'd really believe that.
"Seymour, there's always time for dental hygiene," I informed said florist. "And ya know that wisdom tooth? I'll just RIP that bugger right outta there!" Seymour shrank back in the chair, eyes wide. But then I paused. "I'm gonna want some gas for this." Oh, yes. How I loved that gas. Wonderful nitrous oxide, it could brighten up even the worst day. And I simply enjoyed the feeling it gavde me. Like I could do anything I wanted, no questions asked.
"Thank God!" Seymour breathed, visibly relaxing. "I thought you weren't going to use any." I couldn't let him think I was going to numb him! Oh, no. People shouldn't make assumptions. It gives them a nasty shock when they discover otherwise. Or... they COULD assume stuff, and I could scare the living daylights out of them by doing the opposite of what they expect.
I whirled back around, grinning. "Oh, no. The gas ain't for you, Seymour- it's for ME. Ya see, I find that a little giggle gas before I begin increases my performance." Thinking, I snapped my fingers. "I'm gonna use my special gas mask!" I turned and opened the small closet that was attached to the room, pawing through it. "Now where'd it go?" After a few moments, I found my mask. "Aha! Here it is!" I crowed, slipping the harness onto my back and the fishbowl-like mask over my head. I flipped a switch on one of the tanks attached to my back and inhaled, giggling softly as I let out my breath, turning back to Seymour.
"Come on, Seymour old boy, you can do it!" Seymour had picked up his gun from the corner and had it pointed at me again. This time, it was aimed at my heart. "I have to! ...but I can't." He drooped, dropping the gun, which fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
Wow. I had never felt this good in my entire life, all twenty-something years of it. I could never keep track of my age- not like I cared, anyways. As long as I was still alive, I could care less about whether I was thirty or eighty. But... wow. I was flying. "Oh man, I'm so high I don't know what's going on..." I giggled quietly, before turning to Seymour. "Ohoho, the things I'm gonna do to your mouth..." Just that thought... There was a reason why I never wore tight outfits to work. To state why, well... Causing pain turned me on. Always has, even when I was young, about ten years old, I think. Don't get me wrong, I loved the feeling! I just didn't like others knowing exactly how much I enjoyed hurting them.
The look on Seymour's face was amusing. I'm not sure if it was the effects of the gas or not, but I began laughing anyway. My grin widened as I chuckled. Then I came to a decision. I didn't want to get too high, after all. "Well, I've had about enough of this stuff, so I'll just take the mask off now, and... eh..." I tugged at the contraption that covered my head, eyes widening. It wouldn't come off. "Uh-oh..." I yanked at it again. "Oh God, I could asphyx in here!" I shot a panicked glance at Seymour, who looked guilty for some reason. Huh. I'll have to ask him after I get his help. Chortling with laughter, I finally asked, "Hey Seymour, guess what?"
The botanist blinked. Apparently he thought I was going to rip his head off or something. "What?" he asked nervously.
"It's stuck!" I said gleefully. Now, I didn't find this news good at all- but the gas was so wonderful, so thrilling... I mean, wow. I was seriously flying.
"What!?" the horrified Seymour gasped. Maybe he didn't understand what I was telling him, so I decided to explain.
"The mask! It's stuck! I-I can't get it off!" I was starting to panic, which made me hyperventilate, which only increased my intake of the nitrous oxide. "Give me a hand, will you?" I knelt down in front of Seymour so he could easily reach the mask and help me pull it off.
When I realized that Seymour definitely wasn't reaching for my mask, I looked up at the florist questioningly, grin fading a little. Seymour hesitated. "Well..." Jeez, why couldn't he help me!? All he had to do was grab the mask and pull! It wasn't that hard!
I blinked. "Well?" I repeated, a small shiver of fear running down my spine. The thought of dying here, at my work, doing my job- it terrified me. I glanced at the mirror next to the sink against the wall. "He says 'well'!" I told my reflection. Seymour obviously didn't understand what was going on, and I made sure I let him know that. "Look kid, seriously, I'm too high to really do anything to save myself," I explained, having to start the sentence over a few times until I managed to choke it out, giggling too hard to do anything other than stagger around drunkenly, nearly tripping. "Cedric-"
"Seymour," the man corrected. Jeez, I had only met the man the day before, how was I supposed to remember his name? Oh yeah. I shrieked with laughter at my stupidity. This botanist was on the radio! They interviewed him a number of times!
"Eh... whatever. Krelborn, I'm not going to live forever. If I keep inhaling this stuff, I'll die. And it's really gonna suck to die like this, ya know?" Yeah, I didn't like the idea of laughing to death. Sounds more like how something- I dunno, a clown maybe?- would die. Not me. Not Dr. Orin Scrivello, the sadistic dentist. I supposed it was far too late to try to apologize for my actions. I enjoyed beating up Audrey and my patients too much anyways, I couldn't apologize even if I wanted to. You can't change a man's nature, not even by force. "This really is a rotten way to die!" I hadn't yet given up on acquiring Seymour's help in freeing me from my glass bowl-like prison.
Seymour appeared to be arguing with himself. "Do I help take the mask off? He doesn't have a prayer, and he'll surely die if I don't do anything. But... he DOES hurt Audrey..." I could've sworn I heard him say something about that giant plant of his, but I was too far gone to pay attention.
Emitting a high-pitched giggle, I shot a wild-eyed stare at Seymour, staggering over to the chair he was seated in. "I know, I may sound sorta like a hyena, but believe me: I really don't find this funny at all!" It was growing difficult for me to breathe- I was, in fact, hyperventilating to try to draw oxygen into my lungs. My legs collapsed beneath me, and I slumped forward, ending up draped across Seymour's lap. "I know for a fact that you're... you're not deaf, you know I can't get this thing off... Are you happy now? I-I've laughed myself to d-d-death..." With a final giggle, I felt first my arms, then my legs stop working for me. I couldn't breathe, not at all. I was suffocating. Then, finally, I could move and breathe no more, entire body going limp as I stared at Seymour, the light fading from my eyes as my vision faded, blurring at first and then dimming, finally going black.