SCRIPT: SKKW - test pages set 2 (Patreon)

I do want to do another set of test pages but this time in a set of 4 pages together in a seamless narrative as opposed to disjointed singular pages. Mostly so I can experiment with the difference between past/present timelines by how they're coloured. Like with the previous test pages, this is dubiously canon. It's an interaction between Veryl (VA) and Dr Clown (DC) in which they talk about Penn.

content warnings for vore, drugs, and themes of addiction.

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Page 1

VA: … You don't get it. It's fine when I eat people, but it's not okay when he does.

DC: How so? What's the difference?

VA: He has… An innocence around him, and I don't want that to be taken from him.

DC: Derrick, he's 42. I know you're 16 years his senior but you can't keep looking at him like that.

VA: But when he does whatever he wants, he just hurts himself.

Page 2

DC: …Couldn't the same thing be said about you?

VA: Well, no, because I don't hurt myself. If I hadn't been there for Lou, all the times he'd go too far with needles in his arm… He'd be dead.

DC: You don't think being there as a safety net enables him at all?

VA: …

DC: You're no different. You have to do the unthinkable to keep living.

Page 3

Dr Clown's words are overlaid over a monochrome scene of Veryl eating a wrestler as Penn watches in horror.

DC: How do you think he feels whenever he watches you drain the life out of the eyes of desperate men? When you savour their bodies the same way one would a home cooked meal. Would it be fair to even call you a human anymore? You don't think seeing something like that time after time would poison the mind of man to his core?

Page 4

Back in the present time, Veryl lights a cigar, a disgruntled look on his face.

VA: It's apples to oranges, you can't compare it.

DC: I can't? Is that so? You're dependent on it. Even if you want to escape it.

Veryl takes a puff of his cigar.

VA: I don't need to escape anything. Stop talking. You make me sick.

DC: Heh. You make yourself sick. All I'm doing is holding a mirror to your face, and you can't stand what looks back at you.

Veryl bites down on his cigar a little.

VA: Hmph. My reflection is perfect. Your observations are just wrong.