A quick shout out to crazyforkpop for being the only one to actually submit questions for this chapter. Because of that, this chapter will be on the shorter side. Just a reminder, I can't write the story unless you guys submit questions. Here's hoping I get more questions for the later ones, especially because the next villain is my favorite and part of what gave me the idea for this story.
I stared at the clock as I waited for my next patient. I wasn't so much nervous as much as confused. How was I supposed to talk to an animal as if he were human? Will he even understand me? Will I understand him? Yes I know my boss is a freakin mouse, but at least he's anthromorphic.
I looked up as I heard the door open and my patient walk in. He was very thin and lean, with brown fur, a black mane, and green eyes, of course his infamous scar across the left one. I approached him as one of the attendants waiting outside closed the door. "Scar," I said, hesitatingly putting my hand out, "I'm Dr. Russell."
Scar just stood there, looking back and forth between me and my hand, with a stone-like expression on his face. Suddenly out of nowhere, he lunged for my hand with his teeth ready to bite it off. I gasped in fear as I pulled my hand away and stepped back while he chuckled. "Calm yourself Doctor, I only tease," he said with a devious smile.
"Yes, well," I said taking deep breaths, recovering from the scare. "Please have a seat," I gestured toward the couch. Like a giant cat, he got up and situated himself, laying across as he practically took up the whole couch. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to ask you some questions."
"Of course."
"First off, tell me about your childhood."
"Two words, lonely and miserable. You would think that having the life of a prince would be easy. My parents favored my brother because he was the 'good' and 'responsible' son. Yes, I suppose I had the hyenas, but they were nothing but slobbering idiots who fulfilled my bidding."
"What about your individual relationships with the people in your life? Your parents, Mufasa, Simba, Zazu, the hyenas…"
"My parents ignored me for the most part. Mufasa on the other hand, I will give him credit in that he at least tried to be a good brother. Or at least, whenever he wasn't on his little pedestal being adored by the entire Pride Land. I honestly saw him as competition more than anything, one that I wanted, no, needed to win. As for Simba, I never loved him. I merely saw him as just another obstacle for getting the throne, one that I had no remorse for killing. As for Zazu, I always hated him and he always hated me, not much else there. And for the hyenas, because I spent so much of my time alone, they were the only ones to accept me and make me their leader."
"Alright, last question. If you were to return to the Pride Lands now, what would you do?"
"Well first of all I think everyone would be surprised to see me because most of them were there the night I died. Actually, I would use everyone's knowledge of my death as an advantage. Before anyone could know that I had come back, I would try to resume the throne, but do so in a way that no one would know it was me. And when my attempt is successful, I would jump out and yell 'Surprise!'"
"Okay. Thank you Scar, I think I have everything I need."
Scar got up. "Thank you Doctor," he said before exiting the room.
Honestly I didn't really have that much to ask him because most of the pieces were already there and I didn't really know what else I could ask him. I then went to check and see whom my next patient was. When I saw who it was, I got really excited. In fact, it was this particular villain that sparked my interest in becoming an intern at this asylum specifically. "Judge Claude Frollo," I said with a smile.