Prompt: Send me an adjective and I'll write a drabble or headcanon for my muse based on that adjective.
Takes place just before "An Elephant Makes Love to a Pig"
"Okay, just a few finishing touches… and we're done!" The orthodontist stepped back and admired his handiwork.
Shelly didn't know how to feel. She had been dreading this procedure for weeks, but at the same time, she just wanted it to be over. The two hours that she had spent in this chair were excruciating.
Maybe it wont be that bad, she mused. Kevin had gotten braces a couple of months ago and he seemed to be doing alright.
Of course, Kevin wasn't being forced to wear headgear either.
"Would you like to take a look?" Shelly's orthodontist held out a hand mirror.
"I guessshh."
Shelly clapped her hands over her mouth in horror. Did that sound really just come out of her mouth? She sounded like a cartoon snake!
Shelly took the offered mirror, steeled herself, and took a peek.
And immediately burst into tears.
Shelly sulked at the dining room table and picked at her mashed potatoes, which were the only thing on tonight's dinner menu that she could handle. Her mouth was throbbing.
Why did Mom have to cook steak tonight? It smells so fucking good! Shelly scowled at her family as they ate.
"So," Randy's voice broke through the awkward silence. "That new headgear. It looks - it matches your eyes."
"Randy, for the love of Christ," Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Why couldn't I just get one of those clear things?!" Shelly burst out, speaking for the first time since dinner started. "I look like a freak! How am I supposed to face everybody at school looking like this?"
"We went over this already, Shelly," her mother said gently. "Those aren't enough to correct your overbite. But these two years will be over before you know it! You'll have to beat the boys off with a stick one of these days!"
Shelly glared hatefully at her family in response. Her eyes settled on her brother.
Shelly seethed as she watched Stan. She hated him and his stupid perfect teeth. She had never wanted to hit anybody so badly in her life.
"Where the hell is Dad?" Randy griped. "Dad! Your steak is getting cold!"
Marvin wheeled into the dining room. "Goddammit, can't a man try to commit suicide without being nagged by his ungrateful - what the hell is that?!" The old man exclaimed, as he caught sight of his granddaughter's new appearance.
Shelly shoved her chair aside and ran upstairs to her bedroom, slamming the door so hard that she nearly tore it off its hinges.
Her stomach turned as she caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror. She ripped it off the wall and smashed it on the floor.
Shelly continued her rampage. Books were swept off shelves. Posters were torn to ribbons. Her radio went flying across the room.
Exhausted, Shelly finally flopped onto her bed, looking at the destruction she left in her wake.
If she had to look like a monster, she might as well act like one.