#dead code

Giving you all a little break from my pkmn stuff with a Sonic drawing. This is a dtiys from instagram. You all get to see it first so it’s easier to get it from my iPad to my phone but this is from the Sonic au Dead code by @ miaogo06 on instagram. It’s really good it’s not an exe but it still has that dark Sonic au as if it is one. I don’t was to spoil it so I suggest going and checking it out!

Original post below the cut and have a good day/night!

Sylphia Vanessa Levisque-Windsor

OC from ongoing webtoon Dead Code.  

A tomboyish shortie that shows up out of nowhere. She’s a very energetic person despite being physically weak. Has a strong faith towards friendship and peace. Spends most of her time indoor but is really outgoing. 

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The glass shard wasn’t working anymore. Yashiro came and went as he pleased and no amount of hand maiming could make him leave earlier. All it did now was cause him to flicker at the edges.

He had disposed of the shard and decided that the only course of action was to rebandage his hand, as the linens he currently had on were soaked through with blood.

For some reason, Shiro had been kind enough not to stab his knife into Yuko recently. Instead, he had decided to play around with his new ‘ghost’ abilities such as floating and stabbing at other people, which caused no reaction. Yuko didn’t mind, it kept himself from being in excruciating pain, but it did make him wonder what his brother was planning.

“Who says I’m planning anything? I’m just biding my time until the main event. We both know that I’m not the thing you fear the most.”

Yuko glared at the elder boy as he headed down the hall towards his dorm. He didn’t want to think about them. They were the last thing he needed. He just wanted to fix his bandages and be done with this whole shitfest.

As he put his hand on the doorknob to open his door, Shiro made a noise that sounded like excitement. Yuko raised an eyebrow at him.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you~”

“I need to go in there. I need to fix my hand. It’s already going to scar terribly, I don’t need it getting infected.”

Yashiro’s simply smiled as Yuko pushed open the door. He outright cackled when Yuko slammed the door shut, and leaned heavily against it, sliding to the ground with a pained whimper.

Inside his dorm were dozens of faceless people. Men, women, children. All of them with blank faces void of eyes and mouths. All of them seemingly indifferent to the fatal wounds they sported. The wounds that were there because of him.

“Aww, come on Yasuko, let’s go in. I wanna see if I can make one of them make noise.”

Yuko shook his head. He wasn’t going in his dorm in the near future. He couldn’t face those people. Those whose deaths he was responsible for.

Shiro scoffed and began tracing patterns on the floor with his knife.