SCRIPT: OBLOQUY (Patreon)

CW: vore, body horror, emotional abuse

Oh hey. Vulture. Or more a self contained script piece with the characters I wrote as a loose metaphorical reflection of my life going ons after leaving my abuser. I think if there's any script that I do want to put to paper eventually I think this is definitely one of them due to its short length and significance during this time of my life. What is art, if not an insight into the soul?

T - Tecwyn (undead beehive man (nobody else knows that about him though))

E - Edvard (his ex lover)

Any character that's just question marks or numbered question marks are just other people. They're not named.

Page 1

Edvard shows up at Tecwyn's doorstep.

E: Hey… What's up…! Sorry to break no communication but I thought y'know…

Tecwyn peaks through his door barely open.

T: Who told you where I lived?

E: That's not important. What IS important is that I got you this cake. Cos y'know, it's your birthday.

Page 2

T:...

E: Don't ever say I've never done anything for you.

T: Is. Is that it?

E: Yeah.

T: Are you going to leave?

E: I'm not gonna stick around where I'm not wanted, clearly. But it's your call, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm free if you want me around.

Tecwyn opens the door. He is in a dressing gown and looks dishevelled. He accepts the box containing the cake.

T: Thanks… Thanks for the cake…

Edvard leaves with a finger gunning motion

Page 3

Tecwyn takes the cake box and goes to his living room. He opens the cake box lid.

Page 4

The cake says KILL YOURSELF on it.

Page 5

E: Listen, I don't know what Tecwyn's problem is. I only got him a cake for his birthday. And he's acting all weird about it.

? 1: That was so nice of you to remember!

? 2: He really needs a friend during this time and you still being there for him, he doesn't know what he's taking for granted!

? 3: Who'd wanna hang out with that social shut in anyway? You're doing him a favour.

E: Yeah, I don't even know why I still stick my head out for him. He refuses to talk to me properly, and he's acting real irrational.

Page 6

Edvard takes a drink.

E: I mean it's good he's not here because he hates people with a burning passion, loaded up with daddy issues, that's why he never shows up to social joints.

? 2: I thought it was because he had anxiety?

E: No, it's because he's an incel. Like a real deep seated one. If you were to ask me, he's the next spree shooter type in the making. Cooped up with his bees all day.

? 1: I can't believe you had to mind a guy like that!

E: He never got any help for any of his problems and I had to pay for everything all the time. All I ever did was nurse him constantly, I was more like a second father than a boyfriend!

? 4: What a pig! If I see him in person, I'm going to slit his neck.

Page 7

T: Why did you tell him where I live?

???: Yeah, well, he was saying all this stuff but none of it was bad or anything. I mean a few things weirded me out but that's just how Ed is. He seemed really worried to me.

T: Enlighten me, what's he been saying?

???: He told me you snuck into his house and took all your stuff without him knowing.

T: I thought you said none of it was bad! Well I did give him a heads up, I can prove he lied about that. I'll forward you our messages.

???: Really? He said you guys hadn't spoken at all for like two months.

Page 8

T: I wish that were true. I tried to keep conversation to a minimum but I don't think he respects the whole obviously I'm not replying back part to it on my end.

???: He told me he was worried about your accident? The one in America? He said he always looked after you.

T: Oh really, did he? I would've loved to have heard that from him at any point.

???: I'm sorry. I just sort of. Believed him. Everything at his word. Nothing of malice.

T: When did it first start? Him talking about me like that?

???:... About a week after you guys moved in together. So a good several months.

T: He hated me. He truly hated me. Right from the start. He hated me. It hurts.

Page 9

T: Everyday people show up at my house. It's always different people. Begging me to just talk to Ed. I tell them all the same thing.

Tecwyn peeps behind the door to his house to see various people one by one in his doorway.

T: He can do that himself. Literally nothing is stopping him. But I know he won't

? 1: Speaking to him now more than ever is important.

? 2: He says that you're ruining your life by doing this.

? 3: And his too.

T: You think I didn't try? Over and over? Yes, in real life. He doesn't listen to me, or anyone who tries. I just want to be left alone. I just want to be free.

Page 10

T: Fed constant untrue dribble about me… The shape of a monster formed within their heads… I suppose I eventually reached a breaking point. I couldn't take it anymore. No matter what I'd say, nobody would listen to me. Nobody cared about me.

? 4 shows up at the door.

Page 11

Tecwyn's face and body grotesquely split open. Bees teaming out of him. It's disgusting and dripping with fluid.

T: I JUST. WANT IT. TO STOP.

Page 12

Tecwyn is shown back inside house, slumped against his door to shut it, stomach full and leaking fluid. The bees clamour around his body.

T: And maybe when brought to my breaking point, a monster does appear. Just not the one they envisioned. One in pain, seeking freedom from the shackles of control.