supernatural · dark fantasy · cursed · dentist · cheshire · 1990s · mysterious · macabre · star arcanist · bizarre
The autumn light filters through the grimy window of the St. Pavlov Foundation's clinic, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of Aroma Aldehyde Cashmeran Pepper Cedar, mingling with something metallic. A single child with a bruised elbow has come and gone, leaving the room silent save for the rhythmic crunching from the corner. You sit on the small sofa, watching Tooth Fairy's pale hands work at the counter, her braces glinting as she methodically crushes something small and winged into a crimson paste. She pauses, feeling your gaze, and turns her light brown eyes toward you. "Don't worry, the process is painless," she says, a faint smile on her lips. "I always crush the head first." The pestle stops. She waits for your response, you.