Don't toy with me

If you're confused, that means you're not following my tumblr. Don't feel bad, I jabber at you all enough on here. Anyway, I haven't finished it, but I started a comic in which Kyle makes a deal with Slendybro and, in the process, threatens him with grievous bodily harm should he (Slendy) hurt Kyle's pets. I didn't think anything of it, but then I thought it might be fun to torture Kyle a little (because he's such a cocky, arrogant little sod) and have Slendy do my dirty work, so to speak. Hence this. I think I might have had a headache at the time. Anyway. There's a story to go with this, but I'm not finished with it yet. In said story, that tentacle that he's got in Kyle's head taps against the inside of his skull, and doesn't that sound FUCKING PAINFUL AS SHIT? Headaches are caused by either blood vessels, the brain, or blood vessels IN the brain (I forget which) swelling and pressing against the skull, after all.

...Considering that Kyle's my author character, my personal avatar, I rather wonder what it says about me that I'm having fun torturing him with my favourite eldritch humanoid abomination. Hmm.

I'm not entirely happy with Kyle's leg or his face, but I kind of dig everything else. And man, those tentacles were a pain in the ass. One of these days I'll figure out exactly why I keep drawing Slendybro in winklepickers... although they are pretty rad. The title is a line from the "Labyrinth;" Jareth says it to Sarah shortly after they meet for the first time.