death-11
Original: death-11 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Child: Dad, is death real?
Panel 2:
Dad: Death like the robed guy with a scythe who shows up and kills you?
Panel 3:
Dad: No, no, no. Don't worry bud. That's just made up like ghosts and werewolves.
Panel 4:
Child: I meant like the thing where an entire personality is effaced from the universe forever.
Dad: Real. Real and chasing you.
(The panel goes dark; in silhouette the small child stands before the father seated in his armchair.)
Votey:
Caption (in a speech bubble): Did you feel that? He just got closer.
(A crudely drawn, panicked face stares wide-eyed below the caption.)
Child: Dad, is death real?
Panel 2:
Dad: Death like the robed guy with a scythe who shows up and kills you?
Panel 3:
Dad: No, no, no. Don't worry bud. That's just made up like ghosts and werewolves.
Panel 4:
Child: I meant like the thing where an entire personality is effaced from the universe forever.
Dad: Real. Real and chasing you.
(The panel goes dark; in silhouette the small child stands before the father seated in his armchair.)
Votey:
Caption (in a speech bubble): Did you feel that? He just got closer.
(A crudely drawn, panicked face stares wide-eyed below the caption.)
Alt text
A four-panel comic. A young child stands beside his father, who is seated in an armchair. Panel 1: the child asks, "Dad, is death real?" Panel 2: a close-up of the father, who replies, "Death like the robed guy with a scythe who shows up and kills you?" Panel 3: the father waves it off cheerfully: "No, no, no. Don't worry bud. That's just made up like ghosts and werewolves." Panel 4: the scene plunges into darkness, the child and seated father now just small white silhouettes, as the child clarifies, "I meant like the thing where an entire personality is effaced from the universe forever," and the father answers ominously, "Real. Real and chasing you." Votey aftercomic: a crudely drawn, wide-eyed panicked face with a speech bubble reading, "Did you feel that? He just got closer."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.