The Mishap of Dr. Blood's Revenge 3

First Date

Seymour was sitting in the dentist office, shaking like he usually did during his dental appointments. Screams and cries of pain could be heard down the hall, Seymour trying to shut out those terrifying sounds. Heart pounding, he waited for his turn. He was nervous about the potential pain, yes, but he was more worried about a certain question he wanted to ask the dentist. Orin was a... sensitive man, whether he'd admit it or not. Seymour feared a negative reaction from the man. But before he could once again dive into everything that could go wrong, Orin stomped out of his examination room.

"Next!" He demanded.

He looked over, watching as Seymour shakingly got out of his feet and shuffled over to the dentist.

"H-Hello, doctor Orin." He mumbled.

Orin couldn't help but smile. That stupid kid really was something.

"Hiya, Seymour." He said gently before yelling, "Now stop wasting my time and get your ass in there!"

Seymour nodded, heading over to the examination room. He sat down in the chair, trying to relax.

"I-I'm just here for a check up." He mumbled.

Orin seemed to be ignoring him, rushing around the room to get his tools ready. Finally he sat down in the stool beside Seymour, brandishing the sharp scraper.

"Say 'ah'." Orin said with a smirk, ready to make yet another child scream.

"W-Wait, I have a question." Seymour said, gripping the armrests.

Orin sighed, having a good guess at what he would ask.

"He's going to ask me why I'm such a bad man." Orin thought. "He's going to ask why I enjoy hurting others. Why I think it's fi-"

"W-Would you go to the movies with me...?" Seymour asked. Orin stared at the kid in shock. "T-Tonight...?" Seymour finished.

Orin opened his mouth to reply but honestly didn't know what to say. So the dork had a crush on the town's bad boy, huh? But Orin was probably twice Seymour's age. God, he was sure Seymour wasn't even 18 yet! Orin was a sadist, not a pedophile... And yet- He would feel so rotten if he turned the kid down. He somehow worked up enough courage to ask his torturer out on a date (Maybe this was some twisted stockholm syndrome thing but forget it, Orin had his mind made up). Orin decided he would accept Seymour's offer. But he wouldn't let the kid pay for anything. And no touching. And no talking about weird plants. And after it was all over with, Orin would let the kid down easy... But he didn't know why he would. Didn't he enjoy causing pain...? Orin rid himself of those thoughts, telling himself he was only doing that so he wouldn't lose a patient.

"Alright..." Orin answered, "What time?"

Seymour looked shocked, surprised Orin had actually said yes. "U-Uh, 8 o'clock!" He replied.

Orin nodded, saying, "Ok. I'll pick you up. Still live at that shitty little shop downtown?"

Seymour blushed, mumbling, "We've been getting alot of business lately."

Orin chuckled, nodding before going to examine the teen's mouth. Seymour complied, opening his mouth, He cringed lightly, trying to ready himself for the pain that would ensue. But the pain didn't come. Orin began gently scraping, using his dental mirror to see all the sides of his teeth.

"Feeling any sensitivity?" He asked, noting that Seymour's dental health was rather impressive.

Seymour shook his head lightly, still in shock with both Orin saying yes and not being tortured. Soon Orin finished up, commenting on his good dental health.