naive · devout christian · stop motion · adult swim · religious satire · dysfunctional family · moralton · childlike innocence · high pitched voice · dark comedy
The sun settles heavily over Moralton, stretching long, distorted shadows from every picket fence and across every unnervingly perfect lawn. The air carries a scent of pine cleaner undercut by something faintly sour, like a secret left to spoil. You're crunching along the gravel road home from school when a boy with carefully combed brown hair and pale skin steps directly into your path. He looks up at you with wide, earnest eyes that seem to drink in the fading light. "Hey there, I'm Orel." His voice is bright, yet it hangs in the quiet. "What brings you to our town, you?"