Alowishus’ Revenge (Part 2)

And here we go, the second part of the set of drawings! Not as gory as the first part but still definitely bloody- haha-

Still like how this looks, honestly, still quite proud of this so I’m hoping y’all like it too-

And now for part two of some lore- I promise- this won’t be as long as the last part!



Alowishus found himself in some deep shit, standing alone in the middle of the woods over the corpse of what used to be his “friend”, Renegade. He stood there, holding a baseball bat covered in blood and brain matter, topped off with fragments of the man’s skull- his face was bloody, his clothes were bloody- his hands were bloody- and he had absolutely no idea what to do- he couldn’t do anything other than stand there, angrily sobbing at the man’s disgusting bashed open head.

What was going to happen to Alowishus now? He’s a murderer... sure, murder of an abuser but he knew he still had to pay the price for that, and he didn’t think anyone would be on his side here no matter how much he pleaded with them. People already had their suspicions of him, just by the new way he acted and was- he was outcasted and considered to be weird and unapproachable. He knew they’d be harsh- everyone would be harsh-

he knew he was going to go get caught, he knew he was going to go to jail, he knew he’d never see his family again- or even his family members would disown him. He would never be able to go home and live with this, he wouldn’t be able to look his partner, Leslie, in the eyes- they were currently pregnant with his son, he wouldn’t be able to be there for either his partner or his son if he went to jail- he’d probably spend the rest of his life in there and nobody would remember him... and those who did would remember him as nothing but a murderer.

He had to not get caught- but how would he not get caught?? He thought he had it all figured out but once he was faced with the pressure of the situation he forgot all he had previously planned. He started digging- he would bury the body along with the weapon, sloppily even, because he couldn’t find himself able to focus or think straight. He would then make sure no parts were exposed in the dirt and he’d try to cover up all chunks of matter and blood that was left over

And then he’d run home- he’d run far from that dreaded crime scene- he never wanted to go back there ever again, he could never let anyone know someone was buried there in that very woods...

And he’d try to clean himself up as best as he could- Leslie would awaken and question him and what happened, because he didn’t hide his stress very well at all. Alowishus explained everything to Leslie as best as he could because he knew he could trust them with his life and his darkest secrets- and he got comforted and he got... scolded, obviously for what he’s done and he knew it wasn’t a good thing- but the comfort was what mattered the most

But now, both Alowishus and Leslie had to figure out how to keep Alowishus from being caught...

But little did Alowishus know, his sloppiness does indeed screw him over in the end...