Comet And Steve Vs. The Most Horrendous Dentist In The World

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I’ve been fighting poverty for the last three years. I’ve been a responsible adult for four years. I survived a boat explosion and a fumigated building! I should NOT, have been that terrified to go to this horrendous dentist.

Now, for the last few weeks, I had been in excruciating pain. Headaches, throbbing jaw, the works. Every time I chowed down on leftovers or chicken sandwiches, I moaned in pain and Steve would come rushing to my side. He’d whimper and look at me with his cartoon eyes and I’d pat his worried little head. But finally, my insurance gave me the go ahead to see a dentist. Apparently I was in enough pain that they felt sorry for me. This didn’t make it any less nerve racking though.

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The Horrendous Dentist Office

By the time I made it to the office, I was completely drenched from the pouring rain outside. The receptionist glared at me, then handed me a napkin from under her desk before handing me a clipboard and telling me to take a seat.

Anxiously, I filled out the paperwork, glancing down at Steve regularly who was warming my feet.

“That animal isn’t allowed in here,” The lady next to me complained.

I looked at her through the corner of my eye and replied, “He’s a service dog.”

“Oh really? Then where’s his harness?” The lady prodded.

A million sarcastic replies filled my head, but instead, I took a deep breath and finished filling out the paperwork as she sneered at me.

Now, I know Steve never technically completed his training, but in my eyes, he’s an amazing service dog. Vest and fancy diploma or not.

Anyways, I sat patiently awaiting my appointment, when this guy comes bursting through the door. Dripping water much like I had.

His outdated suit jacket had been torn in more places than one, his shoes barely stayed strapped to his feet by his ragged laces, and his unkept beard made for an interesting picture.

This was the kind of guy you’d avoid eye contact with on the street. This was the guy you’d cross the street to avoid. So what does Steve do? He goes right up to him.

The Paranoid Man

The weakling man looked down at Steve, and knelt down to pet him. His eyes were focused on Steve’s as he purposefully scratched his ears, then he put their heads together and sat for some time. Doing what you might ask? I have no idea.

Next thing I know, the man looks directly at me. His eyes bloodshot and mad.

He brought Steve over to me, and said confidently “You’re with this dog.”

I nodded slowly.

The man grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a hallway. Then he threw me into the men’s bathroom, and locked the door behind him.

I was already a nervous wreck from the dentist, so to stop from shaking, I held onto Steve as I sat on the floor.

“Why are you here?” He finally asked.

Panicked, I looked at the floor and replied “How many reasons are there to go to the dentist?”

He glared at me, then replied, “More than you’re aware of.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Look, you do NOT want to be here. The dog told me you were a good person, so I’ll tell you this once. Get out while you still can.”

I squinted at him and repeated, “The dog told you?”

“Yes,” he responded candidly.

“Ah,” I said as I nodded. “Well, I kind of need to be here. I don’t by any means want to be here, but I’ve been in terrible pain for the last few weeks, and this is the only place my insurance will pay for. So I don’t have any other choice but to see this horrendous dentist.”

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me as he growled, “You need to get out of here! You don’t realize the danger you’re in!”

Before he could get any more violent, the receptionist came in with a hygienist who looked like he could be a linebacker.

“He’s terrorizing the patients this time,” she complained.

The man let go of me and tried backing away, but he was swiftly dragged from the stalls and brought…. well, who knows where.

The receptionist looked at me on the floor and added “The dentist will see you now.”

Truths Of The Horrendous Dentist

“In here please,” the receptionist instructed as she motioned to an open room.

I tiptoed into the room and sat carefully on the tan leather chair. Steve sat next to me on the floor.

“I wonder what that guy meant,” I said to Steve. “Why else would you see a dentist?”

But before Steve could answer, the portly dentist came strolling in.

“Well, good morning,” He greeted. “What seems to be the problem?”

I explained to him my issue, but it really didn’t seem like he was listening. He kept moving his alien tools about, and looking through his computer. Giving me an agreeing sound effect when he could tell I was winding down.

“Let’s take a look in there shall we?” He interrupted as he jerked my chair back.

Before I could say anything else, his cold tools were poking around my mouth, tapping on the sore spots.

“Looks like were going to have to put a crown on.” He informed gleefully.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just pull the tooth?” I suggested as he removed the slobber covered tools from my mouth.

He didn’t say a word, but as he began pulling out pieces of metal, the hair on Steve’s back stood up, and he began to growl.

“What, um, what are you doing over there?” I asked cautiously.

He spun around and ripped my mouth open. Bringing a small electrical looking device to my mouth.

“This won’t hurt a bit.” The man assured.

I pulled back as hard as I could, but the metal kept getting closer, and closer, and…. black.

Running From The Horrendous Dentist

I had completely forgotten about the storm outside, until it broke off all power to the office.

With the lights off, I couldn’t see the device anymore, but that also meant the horrendous dentist also couldn’t see me. So I jumped up from the chair, and skirted down the halls, blindly feeling my way as Steve followed behind.

My mouth throbbed and my body trembled, but I kept moving. Trying to get as far away as possible from the maniac with the tools. That’s when an icy hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into another room.

I tried to scream, but they held my mouth shut and scolded “Do you want us both to be probed?!”

I recognized the voice. It was the paranoid man from before.

“Where did you come from? And what do you mean probed!?” I whispered as he pulled his hand away.

Lighting a match he replied “We don’t have much time. Follow me if you want to keep your mind and body in tact.”

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