🔞Bennett Easy Meat Co🔞

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30 - he/him - transgendered Account contains gore, sex, death, substance abuse, immoral actions. Read my fucked up wecomic: Redrabbit.thecomicseries.com FA: easymeat Tumblr: hellbraiser + hellbraiserart IG: hellbraiser ETSY: https://hellbraiser.etsy.com

Deaghlan sits on a bench beside a vacant lot, the light of a streetlamp shining down on him. The video plays. A man seated at a chair with his arms tied behind his back, wearing a dark hood over his face. Someone off screen asks: Are we rolllin'? Another voice answers: Yes Sir! The camera zooms in, and we can see a hand wearing black leather gloves holding a large sledgehammer in the foreground.
Deaghlan reaches down to the bottom of a shelf full of wine. He grabs a tetra pak "box" of wine.Text from an instant messaging app make up the dialogue. D: Is it a message board? J: Just log on at 10pm on the 16th. J: and be alone D: ok!! Deaghlan hands the wine box to the cashier and shows him his ID. He then returns the wine in a paper bag. J: I have to go. But here's a gift. D: !!! Deaghlan exits the convenience store, holding his wine and phone. Text message: 2.48 MB > Deaghlan: Thank you sm!!
A view of Deaghlan's phone from over his shoulder. The screen has a message from J0T, and deaghlan responds: "Do u have more?" D: like the one w/ the arm? J: Excellent choice. I think I might have what you're looking for. TIMESTAMP: 3 Days ago D: Sorry for ghosting Deaghlan takes a hit off his disposable vape. J: That's quite alright. D: I've just been having a hard time. Deaghlan stands outside of a 24/7 convenience store, signs for beer in the window. J: sorry to hear that. Mind if I ask what's troubling you? D: I've just been feeling really cast out and isolated. Even with people who are supposed to care about me. J: Ah yes. People don't understand people like us. D: Yeah! I'm trying my hardest, and it's never enough for them. LIke no matter what I do, I'm just a freak. I'm broken. J: Certainly. You feel as though you're deficient, not a full member of society the way other's are. J: But the world NEEDS us freaks. Society is defined by it's opposite. Deaghlan pushes the door open and enters. There's an open sign in the window and shelves of chips. D: I dunno. I feel like people would rather I just not exist. J: Then you should find people who don't make you feel that way.
DEG: Why do you suddenly care about my career? What are you, my dad? DAV:I Don't care. but I won't be paying your half of the rent when you realize you DRANK your whole paycheck. Deaghlan blushes, then stands up, pushing back from the table. DEG: I don't- FUCK OFF! DAV: Very mature, dude. DEG: Why are you being such an asshole! DAV: I'm just speaking the truth. DEG: I can't be here right now. Deaghlan pushes his chair away and puts on his jacket, heading toward the door. DEG: I'm gonna take a walk. DAV: Sure man. Go tell your freak internet friends what a dick I am.
A non-specific drawing of entrails in colorful, graphic presentation.
An orange ferret furry with a purple nose looking apologetic and wearing a tank-top: "Sorry I'm late, I had to shower." He's now partially nude, putting on a blue t-shirt: Don't wear deodorant next time? Sure, I guess I can..." He's sweaty, holding a waterbottle and wearing a low side cut tank top, with his hairy pits clearly visible. "I just got done working out if you wanna sniff The last panel, he's noticeably chubbier, with his arms pulled up to show his pits. "Aw man, I am stinky today! When did I last shower? Uhh... a week? maybe two...."
Deaghlan puts his head down on the steering wheel of his car. D: UGHHHHHHH A shot of the interstate weaving it's way through the center of the city. It leads underneath an overpass which is covered with a large boxy concrete structure covered in trees and vines, the seattle convention center. A partially sliced cut of meat is laid on a plate with several florets of broccoli. On the table is also several cups and a phone. D: So, how do you like it? Davey: It's alright.
A view of a gas station from across an intersection. Deaghlans face is reflected back at him, unflatteringly, from his phone. The screen says "CALLING... MOM" He looks toward the screen. A voice from the phone speaks. M: Baby! D: Hi mom! M: It's been so long! D: I know, I've been busy. M: Busy doing what? I never know what's going on with you! D: I'm sorry, mom. M: How's Davey? D: He's alright, still at the same restaurant. M: He's feeding you well, I hope. He doesn't feed you enough.
Easy, a burly older man wearing glasses and an apron, points downward at the viewer. E: I won't 'ave my customers see you eat that frozen shite. Y'either eat what we sell, or don't let nobody see you. Deaghlan, a younger man with black hair and a sloped nose, cowers from him. D: Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't- It's just, I can't afford. E: No excuses. D: But there's no breakroom and- I'm sorry, I should've asked, I just- Easy grimaces, looking annoyed. He grosses his arms, looking sideways. E: Aright, ye can 'ave a sandwich per shift. But only one. D: Really?
A clown doll of an orange cat with curly yarn hair. She is wearing a fluffy colorful outfit with a white lace ruff
An anthro pig wearing a shirt that says "I HEART FLACCID COCKS" stands with his hands on his hips, behind him two people are walking away, looking back suspiciously. Caption: Man, people in this city are so standoffish!
Two people sit in the front seat of a truck, both of them have long hair and glasses, one wears a hawaiian shirt. Deaghlan watches them, a look of curiousity or confusion on his face. The two people in the truck wave at him and smile. SFX: JINGLE Deaghlan flinches, holding a broom handle. Easy crosses the room in front of him, pushing an dolly. Deaghlan: Do we do deliveries? Easy: That's er, a special order fer a restaurant. None a yer concern. Now why dontcha take yer lunch, aye?
Deaghlan's hand lingers over the keys of an old fashioned cash register, next to it, a backage wrapped in butcher's paper Deaghlan: and thaaaat's... 17.99 times 1 and a half... plus tax... Easy: Thas' it you're getting the 'ang of it! Deaghlan hands the package to an unseen customer. D: Thank you, have a nice day! Easy, looking off screen, puts his hand on Deaghlan's shoulder. E: Ah, hell. You're alright on yer own a minute aintchye? Through the front window, we can see a box truck on the street, bearing a design of a pig eating a sausage. D: Uh, sure? E: Good lad! I won't be long.