And Evil mists away… Feeling pretty thin these days myself. I feel like my personal projects are burning out a bit. I haven’t come up with a new tee design in months and months, and I haven’t found the time or drive to sit down and write out the next arc. But, I’m blasting through work stuff and keeping on target for deadlines, more or less lol. So it’s a weird art burn out. All this to say, got 1 long running project done (barring some inevitable revisions) and I have till Sept 15th to colour 150ish pages on another, so my focus will have to be on that one for a bit. I will try to remember to throw up the occasional sketch/update/mindless bit of inanity to my Blu Sky or Patreon account so you all know I didn’t die in front of my Cintiq.

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Evil found this disconcerting. Prozac must have caught the look. He sloshed over and grabbed Evil by the shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. “You did a good job, now go rest. You can tell everyone else what’s been happening, and make sure it’s safe for us to wake up too.” 

Evil felt himself relaxing, some force pulling on him as he did. “Okay Pro. See you soon.” The half light was fading, a darkness rising instead. Evil felt his eyes closing, the pull intensifying. He caught the edge of movement, Crack and Murder taking off. His last image was Prozac waving goodbye. He was smiling, but Evil didn’t find it very convincing.