SCRIPT: SKKW - Sickness (Patreon)

cw heavy themes of addiction and relapsing, vore, stuffing, drug use, sexual undertones, vomiting, internalised homophobia

Viewer discretion is advised once again for this one because it is similarly tonally to Slow Crawl. Penn invites Veryl over to his apartment. Things don't go as planned.

I've been writing this one on and off for a while and it's done now so it's another script to sit on haha. Near the end I stopped envisioning it as a comic and instead as a visual novel. I didn't really want to think about panel placement pacing wise. There were multiple points where I'd stopped writing the script and thought okay that's it… Only to come back to it because oop that doesn't seem like a definitive ending and I kept making myself too sad while writing it lol.

Next time I will write something that is less miserable. Or at the very least spruce up some Kingeater scripts because those are normally just very silly (but my relationship with Kingeater is complicated due to being kinda tainted thanks to my abuser). I said I'd post some but never got around to it. Anyway!

PI = Penn

VA = Veryl

DM1/2= Delivery men

EDIT: This version is outdated! Or more, it's been adapted/expanded as a full on short VN. So consider this a preliminary? It's riddled with typos and a several errors - fun game of see if you can spot them because honestly I think it's better they're kept in just so you know it's the real deal of 'yes this is the mess all of my scripts are like before I comb through them'.

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Penn unlocks the door to his apartment, letting himself and Veryl in.

PI: I-I've tried to clean up b-but if it isn't good enough I uh… I-I'm sorry.

VA: No need to apologise to me, I'm the guest here and you live your life how you like.

PI: I guess I'm j-just nervous… Y-Your house is so n-nice and big and um… Clean… Mine is… Not that…

VA: There's no problem with living in an single bed apartment, y'know? You're single and don't go out a lot so that's what works for you.

PI: I know y-you're just saying that t-to be nice…

Veryl's stomach growls.

PI: Hey, h-how about I make something for us to eat… I don't r-really have refreshments or anything but-

VA: Excellent. I am sure anything you make will be good.

PI: W-What? I mean I-I'm not the best at-

VA: Because you've made it! It's the thought that counts. I am almost certain it will be good.

Penn goes to his little kitchen area and puts some dry pasta in a pot. He turns on his electric stove, waiting for it to boil. He adds a bit of salt before he stirs it a little and leaves it. He stands over it, getting lost in his own thoughts.

PI: (thinking) I know it comes from a good place, but it's really weird. I wish you'd stop being so overly supportive sometimes. It's overwhelming… It puts more pressure on me, so your emotions can be genuine. Sometimes I wonder what part of you is honest, and which parts are just a front. I have to make something good! But how do you even define that! I don't know what would actually qualify as 'good' for you! I only know what's 'good' for me and it's kind of shit.

Before he knows it the fire alarm of the apartment goes off. The pasta has absorbed all the water and has now stuck to the bottom of the pot, burning.

PI: A-AH!

Penn starts tearing up, getting a towel and swatting it against the kitchen fire alarm until it turns off.

VA: Is everything going okay?

PI: Th-This was a mistake. I-I can't th-think straight.

Veryl goes into the kitchen and sees the pot.

VA: Ah. That's a shame. It's quite alright though, it happens to the best of us.

Penn holds himself back from properly crying.

PI: N-No it doesn't.

VA: Look, genuinely, it's okay. That wouldn't have been enough to feed both of us anyway. You, perhaps, but that wouldn't be enough for me.

PI: …Huh?

VA: You didn't know? I can't really get by on normal portions anymore. How many calories would this even have been? 400 or so?

PI: I don't… I don't do c-calorie tracking… I-I only do estimates…

VA: I mean that's how much it looks about. I need about 25 times that amount. I wouldn't really feel right if I ended up using three weeks worth of your food for just one evening.

The two return to the living room and sit on the couch. Veryl's tummy growls loudly much to his annoyance.

VA: It's my fault, really, I should've eaten before coming over.

PI: You've b-been here f-for than 30 m-minutes and everything is g-going wrong.

VA: It's okay. I'm cool. I told myself I wouldn't get like this on days outside of work but I suppose some things can't be helped.

Penn twiddles his fingers.

PI: I-I have an… An idea… M-Maybe takeout would be good. I-I do have money f-for it so… I don't mind... Uh…

Penn bites his lip, blushing a little.

VA: That's a good idea. As it's on me, I have no problem paying for it instead. Do you have anywhere in mind?

Penn gets up and pulls out a bunch of  menu pamphlets he's been storing.

PI: Umm… T-Take your pick?

VA: I don't really mind.

PI: I'm n-not very uh… I need specifics.

VA: If that's the case, hand them over and I'll decide.

Penn stis back down next to Veryl who glances over the pamphlets. He points to one without giving it much thought.

VA: How about this one?

PI: Th-That works.

A short silent montage of Penn pointing at items on the menu, and Veryl using Penn's burner phone to call the place and place orders (as Penn's too anxious to do so himself).

LATER

As the two wait on the couch, the doorbell rings.

VA: That must be the nice delivery man. You wait here, I'll go get it.

Veryl gets up and goes to the door.

DM1: Order for a… Dick Shafter?

The delivery man rolls his eyes.

DM1: Real funny I guess. Anyway there's like, a lot here, so like, do you want me to like, bring it in? It's not all of it but like, another guy's gonna come in like, 40 minutes, I think.

VA: Yes I'd like that a lot.

DM1. Cool. That's like, cool.

As the delivery man starts unloading the various items, Veryl starts to salivate. Licking his lips as he keeps a watchful eye on the man going back and fourth. On the last trip Veryl goes behind him and closes the front door, turning the lock on it.

DM1: Okay so like… Jesus you ordered like, everything on the menu, so that's like, $308.93.

VA: Do you take cash or card?

DM1: I mean we do take both.

VA: I'll pay by card.

The delivery man pulls out a credit card reader, extending his hand out. In turn Veryl grabs the guy's arm with great force, yanking him forward. He drops the card reader on the floor. Veryl promptly crushes it under his heel. He slyly smiles as the delivery man is paralysed in shock to be able to really say or do anything.

VA: Sorry, looks like the payment was declined.

Veryl opens his jaws and lurches forward. He starts swallowing, pinning the man to the ground with his free arm. Veryl gets on his knees and starts shoving the rest of the man's body in his mouth.

DM1: AAAAARGH! HELP! HELP! HE'S EATING ME, WHAT THE FUCK! LET GO OFF ME, LET-

Veryl effortlessly swallows down the man. He gets back up and gives his belly a few light pats. He raises his fist to his mouth and gives a quiet burp. Veryl hobbles his way back to the living room where Penn is anxiously sitting up on the couch.

PI: O-Oh my G-God. D-Derrick? What… What's that!?

Penn points to Veryl's squirming belly emitting muffled yells amongst gurgling churns.

VA: That was my food for the evening.

PI: B-But everything I ordered I thought- A-And outside of work I-I l thought you w-wouldn't-

VA: That's for you, the orders. I mean I could probably eat a bit more but I'm pretty satisfied, honestly.

PI: I-I ordered basically e-everything on the menu b-because I thought that's w-what you… Um… I-I don't really w-want to… He didn't… w-wait…

VA: It's not the full order because you ordered so much, we have about 30 minutes until the second half gets here.

PI: A-A person… Is m-much more than, uh… Ten thousand c-calories…

VA: BUUUUUAAAAAARP Oh pardon me.

PI: O-Okay, christ I- L-Let me go take a piss. I need t-to cool my head.

Penn goes into the bathroom. He is in fact, not there to take a piss, but instead goes to open the drawer below the sink to retrieve a bong and a stash of weed. Veryl belches off screen.

VA: HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRRRP

Penn, very clearly stressed, runs his fingers through his hair.

PI: For f-fuck's sake.

Penn gets a lighter from his baggy pants pocket and proceeds to get high. He smokes way more than he probably should and starts coughing. He then reaches for his medicine cabinet and grabs his bottle of Klonopin, crushing some pills into a fine powder. Penn sighs. Cut to him exiting the bathroom in a slight stagger, his nose is bleeding slightly. He simply wipes the blood with his sleeve. Veryl (who's stomach has calmed down a bit) meets back up with him in the living room.

VA: Your eyes are bloodshot. Are you okay? Have you been crying?

PI: Derrick. No worries, okay? I'm good.

VA: Well, you seem okay and that's better than the alternative so… I'll take your word for it. Anyway, the food in the hallway is going to get cold if it's just left there.

PI: Okay, pass it over. I'll start helping myself.

Penn gets through about 5 items until he has to unbotton his pants and his stomach is bulging way past his regular limits.

PI: URP that's not even anywhere near close to all of it. Is it?

VA: Unfortunately not.

Veryl has also been eating. Swamped with food on top, his prey is no longer moving. Penn clearly notices it but he doesn't say anything.

PI: Well, it's fine actually. I have a trick for this.

VA: You do?

PI: Yeah, Clown let me in on this.

VA: I don't like you hanging around the doctor alone. He's bad news.

PI: I know he sucks, and he knows he sucks too, but look: It's this.

Penn teaches into his pants pocket. A pill in his hand.

VA: Oh, our special vitamins from work.

PI: Yeah, it's an extreme muscle relaxant so I can eat more with this. I can just keep going until it wears off and pop another until we've eaten everything.

VA: I mean, it's resourceful but… I personally don't think it's advisable.

Veryl wraps a hand gently around Penn's wrist.

VA: Why don't we stop, actually. Leftovers never hurt anyone.

PI: What makes you say that?

VA: It's just… The vitamins aren't something I thought you'd do. I mean, you know…

Veryl jostles his belly with his hands. It sloshes about and burbles. Penn watches intently.

VA: I think limits are a good thing. You don't want this.

PI: You do it so often, you make it seem normal.

VA: Hahah…

PI: The taboo of it, doesn't that make it alluring? I hate it. I think it's disgusting. But you make it seem so enjoyable. The happiness it brings you. I want it.

VA: I won't deny that I enjoy it but… It's a lot of extra weight to burn off. This young man inside of me, he… I am sure he had a lot of promise in life but you have to look out for number one. This isn't what you think it is for me.

PI: Then why don't you stop?

VA: I can stop at any time, I just don't see a need to. I'm seasoned at it, I'm used to it, and not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about eating. It's normal for me, but not for anyone else. So that's why I-

The doorbell rings

VA: That's probably the second guy. I didn't pay for anything so you might as well get to doing that.

PI: Yeah, I'll do that.

Penn gets up and goes to the the doorway. Veryl is left on his own. He lies down on the couch taking up the whole space for himself. He looks down his body, his massive lumpy person shaped belly obstructing his view. He puts his hand on it and gently strokes it. His expression is slightly sorrowful. Veryl's silent musing of thought is broken by a consecutive by tells heard off screen.

DM2: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD-!

Veryl sits up.

VA: What?

He gets to his feet and walks into the hallway. The closer he gets the more he can hear loud stomach gurgles and muffled cries for help. Upon reaching the landing, Veryl pauses. Looking down to see Penn is sprawled out on the floor, dishevelled. His stomach distended, and squirming. Veryl's expression is that of concerned terror.

VA: You didn't…

PI: Ough… Derrick… My tummy…

VA: Just… I-I… No, this is- This is- I-

PI: You always make it seem so easy, Derrick. It was a bit harder than I thought it'd be.

Penn haphazardly flops his hand on his belly.

PI: You can't blame me for wanting to try it. Ahh… Ahh… The doctor's medicine is amazing, isn't it?

VA: Spit him out.

PI: Huh?

VA: Spit him out!

PI: I can't. I don't-

Veryl lunges at Penn and sticks his fingers down his throat.

VA: SPIT HIM OUT! SPIT HIM OUT!

PI: UEGH! UWAGH!

Penn start choking and bile starts rising up his throat as he starts to vomit up a bit of food. Penn grabs Veryl's hand with both of his hands pulling it out of his mouth. He speaks in chokes.

PI: DERRICK STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!

Veryl pauses. And two men stare at each other, both breathing heavily.

VA: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you but, cooperate with me, would you? Get him out.

PI: No.

VA: Lou…

PI: I don't get it.

Penn coughs a bit to get some vomit out of his mouth.

PI: Why's it so wrong to want to be like you? Why shouldn't I get to enjoy myself the same way you do?

VA: Lou, if you digest that man, you're going to be sick like I am. I know you're all full of other stuff right now, and it won't be nice to have to get it all out, but you can't eat that man, Lou.

PI: Hah… Look, I can feel him pressing against my belly. Look Derrick, you can see where his hand is. Isn't that funny?

VA: Please Lou, let me help you.

PI: Haven't you helped enough?

VA: …

PI: I can't do anything right, can I? I always get things a little wrong. I look stupid in front of you, and you always have to bear it. Through a nice smile and gritted teeth.

VA: That's not true, it's just… I worry about you a lot. I get frustrated but only as I care.

PI: Well, you've never known me as a child, so you can stop treating me like one. All the bad choices I make, they're my bad choices. It's not your responsibility.

Penn sits up and rubs his belly.

PI: I have the ultimate freedom to make all the bad choices I want. I don't need you to try and course correct my life. At least not all the time.

VA: I understand that, but I…

Veryl runs his hand over the shape of the person struggling in Penn's belly.

VA: I'm not as perfect as you think I am. I just don't want you making the same mistakes as me. This… This will ruin you.

PI: Mm… Is that so? I'm already ruined enough, what's a little more…? I can't even see you clearly right now… Derrick… Can you indulge me?

VA: In what way?

PI: I want to enjoy this, the same as you do. I want to feel how you feel. I want to feel in control of myself.

VA: I… I'm not… I really am not in control of anything in my… Look, I think…

PI: Please, Derrick.

Veryl looks at Penn with an unsure expression but resigns to his friend and forces out a slight smile. While Penn continues to lay on the floor, Veryl sits in a kneeling position beside him.

VA: Do you want me to…

Veryl turns his head away slightly from Penn, ever so slightly blushing. It is difficult for him to get the words out due a multitude of ongoing factors.

VA: My hand on your, your… Your guuagh… Your guurgh…. I can't say it, it's making me feel weird!

PI: I'd like that. He's moving too much.

Veryl closes his eyes and massages Penn's belly. Kneading it thoroughly. Neither man talks or makes any sound. The silence is broken.

VA: Lou, be honest with me, are you on something right now?

PI: Yeah… Yeah…

VA: Maybe it's a failing on my part, but I can never really tell. Reading people is… Difficult.

PI: It's not your responsibility.

VA: It's not, and I don't need to, per se, but I feel someone needs to stay by your side. This is bad and if I can't fix it, I might as well try to make it as less bad as I can.

PI: There's nothing bad going on here.

Penn gives his belly a stroke.

PI: It's nice…

VA: That's the problem. It's not good, that it's nice. You shouldn't want to… You shouldn't feel… I just… Why did you-

Penn puts another of the vore pills in his hand and swallow it.

PI: This isn't my fault.

VA: Hey, woah there pal, where is this coming from?

PI: I know what you're thinking, and I just want to say that it's not my fault.

VA: I'm not… I'm not saying that, or thinking it. Where did I ever insinuate it was solely on you to blame.

PI: So you are saying it's my fault.

VA: Look, I don't know what to say. That's the truth, okay? There's blame to share, and I take the brunt of it. But you promised me as long as I was here you'd be sober.

PI: Tch.

VA: I need you to understand, it's not for my sake. It's for you! I just want what's best for you!

PI: I WAS sober. I was… Maybe it'd be easier if you didn't stress me out all the time.

VA:....

PI: You act so carefree and carelessly. It feels condescending the way you see me. Even if what you mean is different, the way you are… the way you act… Sometimes it just feels like I'm beneath you. I end feeling like the only way to be on the same level as you, is to copy. Then that way I also wouldn't have to worry about every little thing, whether it's me not messing up or whatever reckless thing you do! Eating people off the clock Derrick! Are you trying to get us in trouble!

VA: You hypocrite, you've done that now yourself!

PI: Only because you have! I thought if you don't care and don't get in trouble, maybe I can get away with it too! No worries! Who cares! No more anxiety about anything ever!

VA: I- Look I- I just need you to-

PI: Don't even try.

There is another brief moment of silence.

VA: I will respect that. I feel if we keep going it'll go nowhere. Ultimately it's not helpful. It's not what you think you need right now. So let me ask you, what do you think you need right now? I will be here to help your needs however I can.

PI: Having all these takeout boxes left unopened and uneaten is making me anxious. Right now, I need to just eat them.

Veryl forces a smile, going back on his advice to stop earlier.

VA: I changed my mind from before. Come on, just you and me. Let's dine together.

The two ravenously go through the second batch of takeout. Penn continues to pop pills throughout just to accommodate his growing stomach. The two end up pretty massive, panting from their efforts. Penn tosses aside an empty box and waddles to Veryl's side, tugging on his arm.

PI: Derrick, I need something else now. I'm sorry if I'm needy.

VA: Don't apologise, I offered.

PI: I need… I need… I need you to carry me up to my room. The floor is hurting my back.

VA: I don't think I'll be able to carry you. It'll be more like dragging you? Is that okay?

PI: I'm fine with that. Just a heads up about my room though - it's a mess though. And it smells weird.

VA: I don't mind. Honest.

PI: I never know when you're honestly honest.

VA: I understand that. I wish you could.

Derrick goes upstairs guiding Penn to his own room. He's very unstable and wobbling. The room is a mess with used needles strewn about, a mattress on the floor, and trash piling near every corner. Penn lies on the mattress, his stomach still jostling from all the food and the unfortunate delivery man he'd eaten earlier. It churns heavily, working its way through everything. Veryl lumbers beside him, his belly also full of food and a delivery guy.

PI: I'm sorry about the needles everywhere.

VA: I would wish they weren't there, but one step at a time.

Penn sighs and groans.

VA: You need a hand?

PI: How about two?

Veryl sits beside Penn and massages his belly.

PI: Derrick… Can you hold me?

VA: That's a bit gay, isn't it?

PI: But you're not going to leave me hanging, are you?

Veryl lays beside him, scooping Penn in his arms, their bellies now touching.

VA: I'll unpackaged those feelings later.

PI: I don't think I can take any more steps right now. I don't think I want to… I feel… I feel…

VA: Tell me… Tell me… What does it feel like?

PI: Like a dream… I feel so heavy and it hurts, but it feels good…

VA: Just let it all out. Whatever is inside, I'll listen to it, like you have for me in the past.

PI: Emotions… Or all the stale air inside of me…?

VA: Whichever comes first, naturally.

PI: Oh, in that case HUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP Hahh…  I was holding that in for ages.

VA: Hmm… Hmm…

PI: BUUUUUUURRRRRP Sorry, I juUUUURRRRst can't help myself. I don't know… Being with you brings out the woOOOOOOUUUUURRRrst in me, but I like it that way.

VA: I could say the same about you.

PI: I didn't ever think you'd be okay with us this close. I don't know if it's strange to say, but there's a warmth about you.

VA: As far as I'm concerned this is a purely platonic experience. Between long time friends, there is nothing more wonderful than having that connection.

PI: A friend… Is that really all you see me as?

VA: Is that a bad thing? We've known each other for over 20 years.

PI: I won't overstate my feelings… But I can close my eyes and for a moment I can think, that you and I are…

VA: Are…?

PI: …

VA: …

PI: Nevermind.

There is a long pause between them, broken by Penn belching.

PI: UUUURP I'm so full, Derrick.

VA: I know.

PI: He's stopped moving, Derrick.

VA: … I know.

PI: You won't leave me, will you?

VA: As you are now? No. Absolutely not. Not until I know you're sober.

PI: That's good. I like you being here.

Veryl finds himself blushing the longer he and Penn have their bellies squished against each other. Penn wraps his arms around Veryl's back and tightly embraces him. Veryl blushes and starts sweating.

VA: This is just… A friendship thing…

Penn can feel Veryl's boner.

PI: Whatever helps you sleep at night. But I love you, and I want you to know that.

VA: I love you too. As a friend.

Penn clings onto Veryl until he falls asleep. Veryl gently lowers him down and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

THE NEXT DAY

Penn is asleep on the mattress. He's laid out on his back, drool pooling from his lips. He opens his eyes slowly. He sees an unclothed Veryl towering over him.

PI: Ugh… Sh-Shit… I-I, uh-

VA: Good morning, sleepy. I hope you don't mind. Sleeping with my clothes on was a bit uncomfortable. The ol' chub rub isn't great.

PI: Derrick, oh g-god you weren't supposed to see my room. You didn't also sleep on the mattress did you? There's bed bugs. Maybe.

VA: No judgement at all, honest. I slept on the bed frame mattress. Bit small for me though.

PI: I-It smells bad, and i-it's a mess, and-

VA: We can buy some incense candles for it together and spray a bit of the old air freshener. It's nothing that can't be fixed. Look, we can clean your room of all these needles, used tissues, and all the nasty cutlery can go right into a dishwasher. Hire pest control for bed bugs if there are any. Though I will need to use your shower, I'm not bringing any of those home. You know, I think everyone at one point has hit a part of their life where their plates start to grow mold on them. There's no shame in it.

PI: I-I know you're just t-trying to be nice, Derrick, b-but I don't have a d-dishwasher.

VA: That's fine, we can do it by hand too.

PI: I don't even r-remember what I ate last night but c-clearly it was too much. I feel at least t-ten pounds heavier.

Penn feels underneath his neck

PI: F-Feels thicker…

VA: Well, last night we-

Veryl stops himself realising if he told Penn they both ended up eating and digesting strangers it would probably upset him.

VA: Went absolutely wild on takeout. Just as a treat, but everything had to be in moderation I suppose.

He laughs nervously.

PI: Yeah, s-seems it.

Penn's belly has been nonstop making incredibly loud groaning and gurgling sounds. Both men have just been trying to ignore it. Penn presses down on his ballooned out belly and is slightly bewildered when there is a sloshy crunching sound heard.

VA: (thinking) Crap, how do I explain away the meat slop and bones inside of his gut?

PI: That's not… Th-That's not normal…

VA: Like I said! Wild on takeout! .

PI: Oh I hate to see what th-the living room l-looks like.

Cut to the the duo now downstairs. It's all boxes strewn about everywhere. There are leftovers from the first batch but none from the second.

PI: Th-that's too bad.

VA: Again, it's nothing we can't clean up. We'll make a day of it.

PI: J-Just how much did w-we have…? B-Better yet, how much d-did it cost!?

VA: About $300 or so.

PI: TH-THREE HUNDRED!? W-Wait no, I actually remember th-this. I ordered it all f-for you, so I-I'm sorry I also got carried away.

VA: Well, there was more than enough for both of us.

PI: I-It's not like me to i-indulge, especially not in the c-company of other people.

Verly slaps Penn on the back. He flinches

VA: Gwahahaha! You say sorry too much for things you don't need to. You're not unhappy at yourself for doing that are you? I mean, I did it too, and it was nice spending time with you.

PI: O-Oh really? If you put it like that I guess it's n-not so bad. I-I guess I just struggle s-seeing myself like this. I w-wish I could remember a-any of it though.

VA: We can always make new memories. Besides, you vomited just outside the front door so maybe it's a good thing you don't remember.

PI: I-I I got s-sick then I probably d-did overdo it.

Penn jostles his belly around.

PI: There's d-definitely something hard i-in there though.

Veryl starts sweating.

VA: Perhaps it's a cyst or a hernia or something. I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure it'll clear up on its own.

PI: I uh… Hope y-you're right about that. Going to the d-doctor's isn't an option.

VA: I'm sure Clown can look at it should it get worse.

PI: He'd p-probably have to flush my insides first. What with a-all this in the uh… way.

Penn gives his belly a few light pats

VA: (thinking) Shit. I didn't even think about that. It's inevitable at this point. The moment he needs to relieve himself… What should I do…? The legal I can cover up just fine, but Lou, god damn it.

As Veryl silently panics he loses eye contact with Penn who walks to the doorway.

PI: There's m-more boxes here.

He spots something on the ground. With great difficulty he leans down and picks it up. It's a broken card reader.

PI: W-What's this…?

Veryl runs over to see.

VA: Seems the delivery people dropped their machine.

PI: It s-seems a bit more d-damaged than just being d-dropped.

VA: You don't know that.

PI: Hmm… W-Well, maybe I should ch-check to see if they haven't d-dropped anything else.

Veryl inadvertently blocks the door to the apartment.

VA: It's just a card reader. I'm sure they can afford another one. Or anything else they might have misplaced.

PI: I g-guess. It is broken.

VA: (thinking) Those delivery guys probably left their vehicles outside. I'll have to call my contacts to get rid of those. Fuck, I didn't think this through at all.

PI: Derrick, a-are you okay? Y-You seem a bit jumpy.

VA: What? No. I'm good. Everything is fine I just- I think- I-

PI: Are you w-worried you uh… Stayed overnight? D-Did you tell your wife? Are you w-worried she'll comment on how you l-look?

VA:...

Veryl grimaces. While nothing he says is a lie it is a clear diversion.

VA:...Yes. That's right. I forgot to tell her last night. That's not going to help her suspicions of me seeing someone else. I still love her but of course, there are many things she just wouldn't understand.

PI: I-I won't comment. I'll back you up i-if you need.

VA: I appreciate that.

Penn's stomach rumbles loudly.

PI: Th-That's weird.

VA:....

PI: E-Even though I should b-be full, I'm still um… a bit… Uh… Not just a b-bit maybe, m-more like a lot. I d-don't know if the leftovers w-would do it.

Veryl's expression becomes blank.

VA: No… No… Not you too…

He slumps to the floor, looking defeated.

PI: W-What's wrong?

Veryl rubs his forehead with both of his hands. He says nothing for a bit.

PI: Are you f-feeling okay?

VA: Can you do me a favour?

PI: S-Sure.

VA: You have any rollies on you? I need a smoke.

PI: I-I've got some in the uh… Other room. J-just wait there. D-Do you want the nice f-filters? It's one of th-those um… f-flavored ones.

VA: Sure, I'll take that.

As Penn goes to the living room to make a few RYO cigarettes, Veryl sits in contemplation. He gets out his own burner phone and shoots Dr Clown a text. It's not shown what he writes but he looks distraught.

Veryl leans back and silently sobs to himself.

THE END.