Author's Note: Hello again! Sorry if this is short, I really am. I'm working on another Faust story, just to let ye know. All I must do is to type it up and upload it. Please review, they would be greatly appreciated! xx

Morty was nervous, he had that sick feeling in his stomach. He hated going to the dentist. They were…creepy to say at best. It was probably the idea of some stranger poking around in your mouth, sticking awkward needles into your tender gums and getting scraped by some piece of equipment.

Morty hopped of his chair and rushed out of the waiting room and into the bathroom. He opened the lid of the toilet and emptied his stomach out. 'There goes breakfast,' he said shakily, wiping his mouth with toilet paper before dumping it into the toilet and flushing it.

He entered the waiting room and sat beside Jun, who had kindly offered to take him and give him support. As he sat down, she started to rub his back gently, concern clearly evident on her face. 'Morty, you don't look too good,' she spoke softly. 'Your nerves are getting the best of you. Shall I book another appointment…?'

Morty shook his head. 'No thanks,' he mumbled. 'I just want to get this over and done with…'

A pretty, petite brunette nurse entered and called Morty up. Jun wished him good luck as he dragged his feet on the floor, glumly following the nurse as if he had just gotten a death sentence. The kind nurse opened the door and motioned Morty to take a seat.

As Morty tried to make himself comfortable on the chair, the kind nurse spoke up. 'I'm afraid Mr. Takahashi is away today. But some kind gentleman has taken his place. Oh, here he is!'

Morty looked towards the door to see a certain necromancer thank the young nurse and close the door behind him. 'F-f-fausssst….?' Morty stuttered, his eyes bulging.

Faust smiled, adjusting the seat, causing Morty to jolt up. He slowly sat back down and squinted at the glaring lamp hovering over him. 'I thought you were a doctor…'

Faust's eyes closed slightly as he smiled under the surgical mask as he squirted a few drops out of the syringe to make sure it was fine. 'I can also qualify as a dentist,' he chuckled. 'Now open wide.'

Morty obeyed and hissed once the needle penetrated his gum and pumped in the anaesthetic. Within a few seconds he started to feel numb. He hated the dentist. He truly feared them. He hated strangers poking at his mouth, never mind Faust! Why Faust? Why not someone…normal… Morty began to mourn these thoughts as Faust took the liberty of grabbing hold of the tooth and started to try and yank it out.

The petrified dwarf gripped the handles of the chair so tight his knuckles started to become white. Eventually he didn't feel the tugging anymore. He could taste the slight bitter irony taste of his blood and the dry cotton wool roll. He rubbed his cheek and beamed. 'That wasn't so bad,' he exclaimed.

Faust stood there, looking at the extracted tooth. 'Morty…'

'I thought it was going to be worse!'

'Morty…'

'I didn't feel a thing!'

'Morty…'

'And to think I was worried!'

'Morty!' Faust shouted, making the dwarf look up at him.

'What is it Faust?' Morty asked innocently, a bit of drool travelling its way down his chin.

Faust grimaced and showed Morty the problem. 'Wrong tooth….'

'FAUST!'

Author's Note: Hope ye enjoyed that! Please review!xxx