Eyes of a bastard

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Aren POV (ew)

I strolled down the hall, humming to myself. I check the files that used to belong to Yuu, chuckling to myself.

"So easy to persuade the damn boss..." I say softly, tossing my hair behind my shoulder. The damn fool was convinced with a flash and my pretty words.

I adjust my shirt collar, approaching the door of my next patient.

A quick skim through the file and...

-- Name: Fern Trillian

-- Age: 28

-- Species: Peacock Mantis Shrimp Fishman

-- Disorders: Sadistic personality disorder, cyclothymic disorder, misophonia, apraxia of speech, Autistic(? Still being tested)

-- Patient was admitted to the asylum by his parents, claiming he was a 'Devil Child.' After they left, he promptly attacked two doctors.

-- Warnings: Don't touch him, don't rush him to speak. DO NOT UNTIE HIS HANDS. HE WILL ATTACK YOU.

"Ugh... A Fishman? Ehugh..." I groan and roll my eyes. First, Yuu has bitches for patients, now a fucking Fishman?

Gross...

I force a smile, opening the door and step in.

His head turns to me slowly.

"Hello~ I'm your new doctor starting now, I'm Aren

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"Hello~ I'm your new doctor starting now, I'm Aren." I force a smile, not wanting to talk to this gross creature...

... He just stares at me.

"What? Am I too pretty for you to comprehend, stupid fish?" I say sweetly.

His eyes widen slightly.

I groan, annoyed out of my mind. I pull out my phone and lean against the opposite wall.

"..." Fern continued to stare at me. The poor boy must have a crush on me~

"Wh... Where. Other. One..?" He says slowly, tilting his head.

"Are you talking about your old doctor? I replaced them, hunny." I roll my eyes.

I decide to text my friends, making plans for tonight after work. The sound of my nails tapping the screen fills the room.

...

"St- Stop." Fern says, his voice strained. I look up at him. His eyes are wide.

I smirk and tap the screen again. The sound makes him twitch, his eye twitching violently.

"Stop. It." He says again, his voice stern this time.

"D'aww, does the wittle fishy wishy not like the sound of my nails?~" I say condescendingly, smiling at him.

"Hate.... Hate... Hate you..." He scowls at me, his antennae twitching.

"Aww, you're so meeaaannnn!!~" I frown at him, faking a sad face. "But do I look like I care?~"

...

He glares at me, not saying anything. He was trembling slightly.

"Oh, well, lovely to meet you, fishy!~" I say loudly, watching him wince.

I walk out of the door, slamming it behind me.


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I actually hated writing this pov 💀

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