PANEL 1: Wilbur buries his face in his hands, only one eye peering out from behind them, glaring up at the viewer. He wears round circular glasses with some sort of device attached to their rim. Green scribbles of eyes surround his head. WILBUR, sighing: Barely, it's all just...vague colors. You know it's difficult for me to describe. I just don't have enough pieces to guide me through what happened. PANEL 2: Nathan stands up, putting his hands on the desk. NATHAN: Well... Nathan's speech bubble is surrounded by frantic scribbling in green that reads shut up over and over again. PANEL 3: Nathan's eyes glow green as he leans over the desk, smirking. NATHAN: Maybe we need a different pair of eyes? In green scribbles, the phrase IT WON'T HELP is frantically written. PANEL 4: Wilbur puts his hands together, considering Nathan's proposition. WILBUR: ...Are you suggesting this case may be paranormal in nature? More frantic writing appears underneath Wilbur's speech bubbles, reading don't listen to me don't listen to me, Wil you're smarter than this FOR FUCKS SAKE.

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Posted on June 22, 2026 by jpinesart

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