Afterwards: Crispin and Loboto
I can't help but love this duo. I mean, come on: an insane dentist with a claw for an arm and his cynical henchman with a British accent? What's not to love? ...Okay, well they do sort of creep me out, but that's just another lovable quality.
Anyway, as I stated before, I just can't let go of Crispin and the Doctor as Psychonauts villains. THEY HAD TO LIVE!
And I can't help feeling a little sorry for Crispin...Being nearsighted myself, I know how he feels, seeing everything as a blur unless it's right in your face.
Thankfully for me, however, my nearsightedness is not severe enough to solicit surgery from an insane dentist with a penchant for removing people's brains. XD
Crispin was nervous.
He drummed his trembling fingertips on the armrest of the operating chair.
"Are you sure you've done this before?" he called uncertainly.
"No," a voice replied from the darkness. "But what's the worst that could happen, right? Oops- ha! Perhaps it's not best for you to think on that, hmm? That won't do anything but spook you more- if it's possible. Ha!"
Crispin bit his lip.
"Are you saying you doubt me, Crispin?" the Doctor's voice called, sounding slightly disapproving.
Like a child who had been lectured, Crispin looked down at the ground and obediently mumbled, "No, Doctor Loboto."
"Good."
There was silence for a moment. The Doctor still didn't emerge, so Crispin just sat there, glancing around like a frightened rabbit.
They had just found this place a few days ago, so it was mostly crammed with boxes and crates. However, in the center of the large, cold, concrete room, a small laboratory had already been set up. Shining eerily under the only light, this area was comprised entirely of gleaming silver metal and lethal-looking instruments. Crispin normally found a twisted sort of comfort in such dangerous tools, but not when they would be applied to him.
"It's just that I'm not entirely sure about this whole thing. I mean, is it really necessary?"
"Necessary?" Loboto's blue face emerged from the shadows, although his trademark deranged grin had tightened slightly. "Crispin…How many fingers am I holding up?"
He held up a hand. Even in the dim light, Crispin recognized it immediately.
"That's your claw, Doctor."
"Exactly! At least your eyes aren't that bad."
"My eyes are fine, Doctor," he lied.
"Of course they are. That's why you mistook a ten-year-old in a straightjacket for me and let slip into my lab." The grin vanished entirely. "You've been lying to me, haven't you, Crispin?" he hissed.
"…Yes, Dr. Loboto."
"Yes, you have. Your eyesight's worse than that of a bat, and I'm going to do something about it! Now just sit still and wait while I find those blasted tools…"
Crispin obeyed and made no more effort to resist, so he simply sat there, looking like a frightened kid in a dentist's office- which ironically, he was, in a way. Working as Loboto's assistant, he knew that the equipment had restraints, and he didn't want to press the Doctor into utilizing them. Moreover, Loboto could become extremely unpleasant- and that, combined with his insanity could make him quite dangerous. Crispin greatly admired this, but now it was just creeping him out.
"Here we are! Ready!" Loboto suddenly appeared beside him, and Crispin jumped a little. "Oh, calm down, Crispin!"
Crispin sighed and, letting go of the last of his stress, relaxed in the chair. He would like to see the world as more than a murky blur, after all. Maybe this whole surgery thing wouldn't be so bad...
"See, isn't that better? I find it's always better to have the patient relaxed. That way I can calm them down before I slice them open!"
…It just didn't help his nerves that a deranged dentist/brain surgeon would be performing the cataract operation.
Oh, well. He was already in this far. Might as well just go with it.
"Okay," he agreed, sighing again. "I'm ready."
"Good! Now then, open wide and say 'aah'…"