Author's Note: Just something done for poops and giggles if that makes any sense. Who doesn't enjoy confused, sadistic, dentists? I know I love them. Orin does no belong to me. If he did Little Shop of Horrors would have ended much differently. All I own is this random little crack story that was born of little sleep and my Little Shop of Horrors soundtracks. This is in NO way meant to be serious. Now, sit back, relax, andenjoy the show.
My head throbbed painfully as I regained awareness. Though my eyes were still clamped shut trying to block out the pain I could tell the room was dark. After a moment or two I was able to open my eyes. Even though it was just shadows I didn't recognize the silhouettes of the furniture in the room. I was probably imagining things. Drugs tended to do that to me sometimes. Yeah…this whole thing was just some effects of whatever I'd put into my body the night before. Sitting up and stretching I flung my feet over the edge of the bed where I'd been laying. I almost fell back again from moving so quickly. My head throbbed and flashes of images went through my head. Nothing significant. Just quick images of the office and some…guy. He looked kind of nerdy and almost familiar. Still, I was in no mood to remember anything. You wouldn't have been either if you had been in my position. When you're stoned out of your mind without a clue where you are small details like that just don't seem to register.
Clumsily I navigated out of the dark room bumping into objects the whole way. I swear my legs felt like jello. I was surprised I hadn't fallen over and smashed my skull on the floor. I must have slept on the stupid things. Also, sleeping in my boots probably hadn't helped. I didn't really care though. My mind was far too gone to even notice I was still in my dentist uniform. Even if I had noticed I probably wouldn't have cared. It wouldn't be the first time I'd fallen asleep in that uniform. No need to explain that now. It's not important.
Fumbling slightly I opened the door across the hall. It had taken me a few attempts to turn the knob properly. If my memory was functioning it should have been my bathroom. Flicking on a light I let out a groan as the light brought back the throbbing in my head stronger than ever. Eventually I was able to focus on the room around me. Well, it was a bathroom; just not my bathroom. "I don't remember my bathroom looking like this…" I mumbled, "That must have been some pretty strong stuff. Whatever it was," I laughed at the thought. I'm not sure why. I've noticed that even sometimes whether or not I'm high I'll laugh at my own thoughts.
Tripping a few more times I made my way to the sink pressing my forehead against the mirror. The cool surface felt good on my pained skull. The pounding eventually started to subside and I moved my head to get a look at myself in the mirror. What I saw there was quite a shock. I'd seen myself after a bad night but this was ridiculous. My skin had a strange gray hue and there were dark circles around my eyes. My eyes were foggy almost like a blind man's eyes even though I knew full well I could see just fine. Also, to my great annoyance my hair stuck up in weird places no matter how I tried to fix it. I would have done anything to fix it. Nothing and no one messes up my hair. Ever.
I ran a hand over this pale Orin staring at me to make sure it wasn't just some delusion brought on by cheap drugs. Yes, whether or not I wanted to admit it or not that face in the mirror was mine. It still looked like me of course only less…alive; if that made any sense. On top of that my shirt was a mess. Distractedly I poked a gray finger through a hole in my uniform. I'd have to get a new one. No big problem. Then again I might scare more people if I looked like I'd killed something. Still all of this just wasn't adding up. What could have possibly happen that could make me look the way I did?
"Oh hey you're up," an unfamiliar voice broke the silence. It made me jump slightly. Up until this point I thought I was alone in this house. I turned my head to see a rather tired looking teen. "Well, you were going to eventually I just didn't think at 5:30 in the morning. I bet you're confused eh?" This girl didn't even seem to notice my appearance. It was almost as if she'd expected it. I have no idea how she would though. I'd never seen her before I my life and her relaxed voice was pissing me off for reasons I wasn't sure of.
"Uh…yeah. Where am I?" I questioned. Damn, I sounded so stupid. The kid simply yawned pushing her black rimmed glasses up from the edge of her nose. She gave me a weird uneven smile, and her gray blue eyes stared into my gray ones. I could have sworn she was trying not to laugh. Here I was in some strange house and my host seemed amused. I give it to her, she had nerve. I hate that in women. Girls like that never learn their place. Below me.
"You, my dearly departed friend are in my bathroom," she said matter-of-factly. She was starting to get on my nerves, and yet a certain part of her sentence caught my attention. Dearly departed? What was she talking about? Apart from my headache and appearance I felt perfectly fine. Obviously noticing my confusion the teenager continued, "I'll explain it all as soon as I get myself some breakfast. You just had to wake up in the morning didn't you? Oh well, just follow me downstairs. It'll all make sense in a bit." Strange as it seemed I believed her. Some how in my brain it didn't make sense to whack her upside the head and just get out. My head was still spinning, but I decided to follow this stranger down the stairs. There didn't seem to be anything else to do.
--Yep that's it for now. Tell me what you think and I might write more. Orin as a bumbling, undead guy is amusing as all hell to write about.