Evil Dental Practice

Date: 11/30/2017

I was going to the dentist for a crown and some other thing. I was kinda nervous about it so I asked my mom to come with me, but she was busy. so I ended up taking my young nephew, I guess I was just desperate to take someone. I was then in the "dental" room, or whatever their workspaces are called, it was very eerie and sinister looking, very dim lighting and strong directional spotlights. They had been telling me about a new procedure they had just perfected not too long ago and were the only practice with the patent. he claimed it to be some kind of miracle procedure that radically helped your mouth fight cavities so you would never have to worry about it again, but even better it would direct your body to rebuild and grow new teeth! I know it sounds crazy but people with lab coats will make anything sound feasible.. how it worked was that they would insert a needle through a soft tissue area, open and connected to the brain and weave around until they reached the area that controlled all these functions and in plant a small microchip that would attached itself to the tissues of my brain and redirected "traffic" when it comes to oral health and teeth production. I thought it sounded ok. but the whole time I was nervous and felt cornered. the dentist dude had a female assistant that looked uneasy and almost scared the whole time as she watched me. the dentist dude himself was as sinister looking as possible even clasping his hands and rubbing them together in a mad scientists kind of way. he was explaining all this to me while the paperwork and all the legal writings were laid out in front of me, a technique I believe they always use to make it impossible for you to actually read anything and then pressure you by making you feel like your taking long once they finish explaining. he hovered over me as I stare blankly and anxiously at the sign here line. I finally decide "fuck it, I'm just a paranoid idiot." he watched intently and almost eager excited as I finish the signature and then grabs it as he seems to skip to the fax machine. he comes back with a tray of devastatingly devious looking devices, like is the case most times. but this time it's different. I'm immediately terrified and start to rethink my decision. I want to back out but I don't want to appear flaky like is my true nature. but then I lay on the bed seat thing and he starts to put straps on me with a menacing excited look, none of this is helping my paranoia. so then the first part of this process is to put me to sleep while at the same time making me body and my mouth accustomed to sudden trauma and impact. he inserts some kind of metallic spear through the outside of my upper lip that goes through the roof of my mouth and lands "gently" on one of my molars, he attaches to it a sort of rubber stopper. btw this first step is excruciatingly painful as well, but the spear was laced with anesthesia and sleeping agent he says and is continually releasing it steadily from the rubber stopper into my mouth. while the initial stab is painful it quickly fades away as the anesthesia starts to take effect. Next he turns on the spear/ rubber stopper mechanism somehow and it starts to put tremendous amounts of pressure on my molars as it turns and lowers in a pattern. you could say it was grinding against my molars, but as it did so it vibrated quickly and with sudden and random jolts. my whole head was shaking viciously and I felt myself growing dizzy and unstable. at one point I'm so scared and disoriented I start to grow angry and ask to be untied so as to be able to walk around. so he unties me and I stand up as I pace back and forth with this evil device lodged in my mouth. I try to allow my mental and physical states to come back into balance and adapt to this contraption, but it's purpose I quickly realize is to keep you from attaining a steady footing. I am kind of stumbling around refusing to sit down again. I grow more and more suspicious as I pace in anger and frustration and then it starts to hit me. I start to look around the room as I pace. there is promotional posters for this procedure and other promotional ads, not uncommon of dental offices at times. but in my drunken paranoid state I realize something. and this realization hits me quick and suddenly to the point of allowing me to control all my functions perfectly again. I don't feel dizzy and the traumatic shaking in my head is no longer enough to that my clear and logical processing. Everything around the room in the form of promotional ads were nothing but propoganda and intentionally innocent looking psa's about the procedure. it was all lies, and all we're ads by the same company, a company not one and the same as this practice.. but bought off by them. I somehow recognized that this company logo in the corner of every wall, on every promo ad had been known to be a cover name for a secret gov. agency hell-bent on using innocent citizen patients as ginuea pigs and even worse. I realized it all and I was alone and scared. so I stood silently and without any trouble started to speak to the doctor, I told him: I understand now, I don't know how I couldn't see it before, maybe it's just because all you people seem above having a conversation and explaining things, your intimidating. but I'm not intimidated anymore. I know what's going on here. the reason you have all this top of the line equipment and office spaces, the reason why your the most well known dental practice in the states, its all tied to what your doing here.. this company name plastered all over your office. they're the ones who cane up with this procedure and patent not you. they're the ones paying for everything you have because you provide them subjects to study and experiment on. they're the landlord, your the Shepard, and we are the lamb. your taking advantage of people, just like me. this procedure will probably have nothing to do with anything dental related, and your no dentist. I end my tirade with a glare. He clasps his evil hands together and appears amused with me. "Congrats!" he says, "you're the first!" He starts to explain. he tells me that the sleeping concoction they cooked up was more than a sleeping agent and to alleviate pain, they added other chemicals that would interfere with the brains functions and make one more susceptible to suggestions. its intended use was to put one into a hypnotic dream like state. it seemed to work perfectly on all their previous victims, but there was a caution and worry that there could be someone who would somehow reverse the chemicals function and promote and exhibit a state of super awareness. he was fascinated by me and ecstatic about the prospect of gloating to his peers. His evil excitement of my understanding makes me furious and I tell him "well I don't care anymore, because I'm leaving." I turn and jolt toward the slightly open door, but u am still at somewhat of a disadvantage with all these chemicals dripping into my system and device lodged into my mouth. he lunged at me and catches my foot as I fall inches short of the door. I start to scream "Jr!!!" but realize that even if I call him he is but a child. I feel a stab in my leg and turn to see that he has injected more sleeping agent into me. my screaming grows weak as it all starts to fade away.