marked-ler

[marked-ler]

“AHHH!”

“Oof!”

What the hell...?

[marked-ler]

Hmm... really? Is this a newspaper or a cheesy tabloid?

[marked-ler]

(Journal: “It’s been a few weeks since the Lorax’s curse began, and I’m still not sure what it is. I’ve managed to hide my affliction so far, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to. Ma has already begun to suspect something. “I’ve been going through bottles of Aspirin, but I will definitely need something stronger. “Morphine? Maybe. “To be decided.”)

Mmgh.

-Groans-

WHAT?!

[marked-ler]

“Oncie, I have some paperwork for you to sign. You’ve been letting it pile up for the past few days and that is not acceptable.”

“Sorry, Ma. You can put it on my desk.”

“Hmpf. Don’t let me catch you being this irresponsible again, young man.”

“Yes, Ma.”

[marked-ler]

Mun, I really enjoy your art style. It's very raw and dark feeling.

((Thank you. It’s what I was going for.))

[marked-ler]

-KNOCK KNOCK-

Ergh!

[Shuffles from the floor over to his desk]

Come in!

[marked-ler]

Hngh!

What’s happening to me?

[marked-ler]

What was that?

“What are you doing here?! I’m a very busy man; I don’t have time for this.”

“This is your last chance, Once-ler! If you don’t stop destroyin’ the valley, your curse will take effect. I warned you once, I’ve warned you thrice; you will not get another warning.”

“...”

“If you continue this way, there may not be a way to fix the damage you have caused to the land or to yourself.”

[marked-ler]

-throws trash art at you- for the heeeiiiight chaaaarrrrrrrtttttt