#ms2d

Because we all know that 2D got his mother's eyes and his father's MS. Also, I present to you my dear, dear OC: Sora.

Hello! I'm really happy to know that you're interested in this, and I hope you'll find the answer to that question intriguing. More art is yet to come!

Thank You!

All 2D ever wanted was to reach people with his music, to touch their very soul and find comfort within the lyrics he wrote late at night.

But that was something that proved itself difficult when you work in a bar, a record shop and giving private piano lessons simply to survive. Life was hard, but he did his best. One night, after a long shift at The Nox (the bar was far more silent than usual) Stuart decided to take an alternative route home, just around the alley behind the building.

That's when he saw it.

At first it was just a shadow of a person, dressed in red and catching their breath in quick and sharp moves. He got closer, asking out loud if they were okay, if they needed help. No one answered. So Stuart reached out and, slowly, pressed a soothing hand against the girl's shoulder (as he had come to recognize the figure as that of a woman).

The next thing he knew, he was on the floor with his own switchblade pressed against his throat.

She was not dressed in red, but her white coat was drenched in a crimson liquid he suspected to be blood.

She was in control, hovering over him and pressing his hurting body against the cold concrete, sharp metal on his skin.

He was going to die.

He could not die. Not so soon. So he watched her.

The way she pressed her lips together, or the unnatural strength of her hand on his shoulder. Stuart watched as her empty and cold eyes pierced his soul. She was haunted and he was dead. Her eyes were even sharper than the blade.

That's how he met Number 23.