A woman's hand reaches out, its complexion soft and hued with a gentle gold, with a stretch, it grabs a sheet of paper laying on a night stand, the sheet speaks within crumbles into the dimly lit bedroom. The woman eyes the first page, “lets see here..” her voice breaks the ambient room, she flips the first page, talking amongst herself.
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Name: Anly
Gender: Female
Work: Eye Doctor.
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She turns the page, the paper communicates to her with its language.
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Name: Iri
Gender: Female
Work: Unemployed.
Notes: Parents will be paying for it, speaking about the first week of School.
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The information expands: the patients phone number, the patients school, and other information. The woman sighs, placing the papers on the night stand, her hand reaches for the light's switch, with a few clicks the little shimmering bulb silences its performance.
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Morning came with humid weather, and birds chirping outside her bedroom window. A small gust of wind chimes the trees.
She doesn’t mind this sort of weather. The only thing that bugs her is the fact any type of perspiration can resemble glue on your skin, amongst leaving everything to an undesirable smell. “Gross,” she says out loud, thinking about the scent.
She gets up from her sleek sheeted mattress, grabbing her paperwork to bring it along, the dentist strolls to her closet, pulling out her bag from hanging on the inside hook, making a home for the paperwork in her bag.
Her alarm goes off. “Yeah, I hear you..” she strolls towards her bedroom alarm, turning it off. This was normal for this woman; waking up before her deafening prince could wake her up first.
After resetting the alarm, she concentrates on her watch, spying the time she’ll need to race towards work, leaving anything that needs her attention on hold.
With a sluggish walk, she adventures downstairs and into the kitchen, her vision eyes her kitchen cabinets, following along an impulse, the woman walks over to them; with a raised arm she opens the tiny wooden doors.
She grabs some cereal, eats a bowl of the ‘finest healthy’ cereal brand known for its weight-loss.
Leaving the finished portion of cereal in the sink she does her finishing ritual of getting ready, heading out the door she spots a few newspapers being stacked against her door, she wishes that the mail boy could just put them inside her mailbox, instead of throwing it like the olden days, so she calls it.
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Heading towards her car, she steps inside, with a dart towards the cubby hole inside the console, she grabs her earring inside of the little spot she calls the penny keepers. With a little twists and pokes she puts it on.
With a sigh, she looks in the review mirror before leaving for work.
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She fumbles out of her car with a freshly new cup of coffee she got at Mucks, the most famous of coffee shops there is, a fine price for being a Dentist, she muses.
She raises her arm, gripping the glass door of her works building, bringing herself through the doors frame.
“Morning, your patient is awaiting you, Shela.” The lady at the front desk had said, pointing the way to her co-workers sleepless head.
“Already? A morning riser, I see.”
“Yup” she simply says in return.
As she steps into her little office box, she sees the patent ready, waving a friendly hand to her.
“Morning, sorry I’m a bit late - let’s start shall we?” She says, putting on her blue latex like gloves, amongst other gear she’ll need for the occasion.
“Iri, is it?”
The patient nods, almost a tad bit frightened.
“Don’t worry sweety, people your age always get the heebie jeebies going to the dentist, but I assure you, everything is just fine” she gives her a pat on the shoulder, firming her response.
Iri relaxes for a moment, allowing Shela to do her job.
Shela grabs a wheeled cart with the tools laid out, Shela brings her hand to Iris mouth and prys it open, plucking her gums with a needle.
Thump, Iris’ heart had made, along with the feeling of nausea.
“Alright, in your head, count to zero starting from one hundred, can you do that?”
99….98…97…96.
She begins to soften up, the morpheme kicking in.
9 - 5…94…
“O…rh…my” she can feel the drug working her body, in Iri's mind. She hopes that it doesn’t make her into one of those ClickClocks she watches all the time, but if it does. I guess she’ll be ClickClock famous.
“It’s time to get started, just know you’re a brave young lady” The Dentist’s words were muffled from the mask.
Then she begins to work. Picking at Iri's teeth and gums.
Shela picks up an object, unknown to Iri and begins to remove a rotten tooth.
“do I have a bad tooth?” She struggles to say with the piece holding up her mouth open mixed with the morpheme.
“Nothing to fear, you’ll get a brand new, cool looking tooth that all of your friends can admire.”
Or laugh at. Iri thinks, but at this moment she let the thought sleep, the drug doing a fine work on her.
“Everything is a blur.” Iri tries to communicate.
“Blue you say?” Shela tries to sound optimistic, but this doesn’t happens to anyone else.
Iris’ head starts to spin and spin, then…
She projectile vomits onto Shela, she flinches and screams as the vomit races down her neatly fitted work appearance. The ladies at the front desk look towards the little office space, even some of the other patients to get engaged into a theatrical moment. However the moment passes as Iri sees red, green, then orange. Her mouth begins to numb and her teeth wiggle out.
Eventually leading into another projectile, at this time Shela is covered in it, her dress being weighed down from the thick gushy vomit.
She screams. “What the fuck!” Letting it slip.
The other yelps as the vomit begins to move.
Iri starts to space, her hand jerks before grabbing at her mouth. Her hand makes a mis-shaped claw as she starts to rattle like a snake.
She groans, as she flops like a fish in her seat following a blood curdling scream. Iri swiftly gets up from the chair, lunging at the doctor with pricing howls, accompanying other occupants inside the Dentist office. They yell, seeing Iri tearing open the doctor like thin sheets of paper. Grabbing pieces of Shela and stuffing it into her widened jaw.
The other workers, startled, rushing towards Shela's aid, but alas, they were frozen in place by the horrific scene straight out of a film.
Another patient snaps up, fleeing from the carnage he just witnessed leaving behind the fear mongrel screams.
Behind him, Shela convulses as the creature known as Iri continues to feed off of her, but seen gets flown off by the doctor; She gets up, attacking her fellow workers with Iri.
The glass door slowly shuts upon the scene, leaving the working place in hysteria; Hearing distant screams of agonized pain and howl.