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Wonderful art, Got commission, done by ( @echiki-y ).

Original work (OCs) that ( @frankie0frank ) and I’m working on it right now.

“Honest Detective Agency”

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I made a original Variant book cover (transparent) for our Original work. We could just draw and add this to it to MAKE IT LIKE the real comic. Just for fun.

Maybe, some day I wanna make some comics that actually legible and web releasing for fun. Well that's just my dreams.

Also thinking about our FICTIONAL publisher<group> name.

That actually looks pretty good huh?

@frankie0frank

Frank's Art. BEAUTIFUL

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OC : Detective Honest and his assistant Audrey <@ozakoc>

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Beneath the Surface

Little short novel-like something I wrote for my OC : Detective Assistant Audrey D.Walker and Frank's <@frankie0frank＞'s OC : Detective Shaun Honest

Following the forest of trees, a man is running from something. The soaked soil clings to the feet, as if to tell them, “I won't let you get away”. Following the strong thud, he crumples to the ground. “NO! don't. Please, please” Shaken with fear, the man backs off with a pale look on his face. He clenches to the ground as if he is holding on to his dear life. Through the dripping hood of the mackintosh, a man glanced down at the now, pale and shaking figure. He held a single shovel, similarly drenched because of the rain. Hidden under the hood, it was impossible to decipher who was behind. The darkness given by the fact that no street lights are shining at the culprit, does not help, but makes it worse. Making the matter worse, the heavy rain curtained his face, as if all of the universe was working together to cover his identity. He swings over the shovel wide and aiming the sharp towards the crumbled man. Even before the victim can avoid, the shovel strikes the man, in the side of his head, slowly slicing the skin, the meat, cracking open the skull like a walnut. A dull, inaudible squeal rises. Blood is stirring in his trachea and he is moaning with a gurgling sound.  As he was attempting to order up the word, but only sounds came out from his mouth. Suddenly, as if the killer was interrupting, he struck down the squeaking clump of meat.  Again, and again, and again.

SMACK, THUMP, SMACK

　A deep thud, as if a blunt object is used to hit a clod of wet sack of dirt, mingling with the sound of heavy rain. After a while, the sounds abruptly stopped. Only, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, and the man breathing by his shoulder filled the area. Now, the gown was not drenched only by the rain, but also spurt of fresh blood also painted them red.  Having finished his business, he tidies up the mess he made. He did not waste any time and leaves no evidence behind.Everything was perfect. No one’s going to know. The blood on his rain gown returns to the ground, with each drop that hits them as the rain continues to fall.

— 23:42, City of London, UK.

 A gentlemen dressed up neatly, in a red phone box talking to someone over the phone.  “Yes, Sir. I’ll be back soon”  After checking his watch,he hangs up the phone.  　Without an umbrella, he steps out from the phone booth onto the wet asphalt.Now he has to return back to his place. The place where he needs to be. He returns to where he needs to be. The detective agency, was that place. 

I, would be standing next to him. And I, have no intention of leaving. — 23:46, Honest Detective Agency, London He hanged up the phone with a sigh. The telephone in the detective's office, rarely rings, is clean and dust-free.  This was unfortunate but on the bright side,  it remains clean and dust-free. As cynical as it may seem, this detective agency rarely receives clients. However, the office is kept crisp and clean that there is not a single speck of dust makes the office tainted, thanks to the help of the such capable assistant. Nevertheless, Detective Shaun Honest was very, very, relieved. No cases for over 3 weeks. However with no commission, thus no job, and he had quite literally nothing to do. Only thing that he had, was the boredom that the nothingness gave.He sighed as he leaned back in his leather chair, sipping a glass of rum as he kissed the edge.The creak in the chair filled the quiet room. He finally opened his mouth.

“What on earth is he doing up to this hour?”

 The silence was broken by his words.

“Ha…He must be busy. Unlike this bored detective.”

He continued, as he snickered He then resumed to wait for this assistant while he laughed sarcastically at himself.  It’s just pathetic. He thought. The detective glanced out through the window pane.

“Sure doesn't look like the rain going to stop.”

—  Some time has passed. How many times have I kissed my glass? The bottle of rum was almost open by this point.  Shaun was intoxicated . Why is it that drinking alone makes you drink more? Burnt out? I drink when I'm thinking bad thoughts,  I know it's a bad habit but I can't stop. I know I'm not a very strong drinker, but alcohol makes me forget everything. Rum is good, sweet and smooth behind the bitterness. It stirs my thoughts. It's as if —....

Thoughts have filled Shaun’s head, he started to doze of, but the cracking sound of the door brought Shaun back here.

“I'm back . ”

Over the door, the assistant that he was talking about before, stood. Soaking the floor, looking like a drenched tramp cat, taken inside the house.

“Audy! Where's your umbrella?

“I forgot it.”

Shaun saw the umbrella stand, with his assistant’s umbrella still standing, bone dry.

“You can be careless sometimes, can you?”

”I'm sorry.”

Audrey returned wet from the rain with the “as-usual” expression  and took off his soaked jacket. His hair is totally soaked, and the cloth is  disheveled, sticking all over his skin.  Something doesn't feel right. Shaun felt his heart pounding. Something is off. What is it? The veins appearing in his arms, his heavy breathing, gleaming eyes, like those of a beast that finishes off its prey. Is it because, he'd rushed through the rain? That must be right. Right? The look he looked he gave straight into Shaun, showed bad for making him wait. Shaun wobbles off to get a towel for him to dry off.  A brilliant detective's intuition is right on the spot. His assistant, Audrey Walker, was obviously not a common man. He was calm, but he couldn't hide his agitation. After all, he had just killed a man. He had struck him over and over again with a shovel, bathed in the blood that he had created. No hesitation was given, he made sure that he could no longer hear his target's breathing. The face was so mangled that he could no longer recognise the victim. He then, buried him deep in the woods of London. Adrenaline was still coursing through him. It rushed through his body unable to contain his excitement. However, he just remained casual in front of the detective,to hide his morbid secret. The detective was awfully sharp with his deduction. But not thorough enough.He can only notice his slight oddity, although he could never get to the root of it,the thing lurking behind all of this. But one thing was clear to him. Something, disturbing is happening behind him, he was just not aware.

“Shaun, have you been drinking again?”

“Just a bit.”

“You're tipsy.”

“No, I'm not.”

Shaun replies as if he was a spoilt child being scolded by his parents. 　Just as the detective was disturbed by something, so was his assistant. Disturbed by his own fact, struggling to control his arousal. The tipsy detective handed his assistance  a towel to dry off. The thick white fabric filled his nostil with , cheap detergent.Audrey felt eyes on him. He looked up. Eyes meeting eyes.  Shaun is  looking at me. ME. Audrey felt nervous, he rushed through his brain, wondering if  he was doing something wrong,. Maybe this great detective is aware of it.  Consumed by his own thoughts, Audrey felt a tingle down his spine by the look that the great detective gave, as if he could see through everything about the assistance at surface. He looks at him, even though he is drunk, those dark amber eyes pierced through Audrey, even though it was through his burgundy glasses. “By the way Audy” Shaun started. “Yes?” Audrey snapped out from the swirling thoughts, by Shaun. “No, no—never mind”  Shaun mumbled, then brought back his pair of eyes back to the crackling ice floating amongst the amber liquer.

“ I’m sorry. I'll be out soon. I’ve been keeping you waiting until this late hours, and I should have just gone home by now.” He apologised. 

“Hey Audy ” Shaun bluerted. He continued.

 “ I , I only waited for you because I wanted to. I felt pretty lonely drinking alone here you know.”

Audrey  knew that look that he gave., He understood Shaun’s straight eyes were not lying.That the detective couldn’t hide the discomfort that he is feeling fromthe oddity, Nevertheless That doesn't change the fact that he has been waiting for his assistant for a long time.

“How about we having another drink together? You and me” Audrey paused, but after a while, he  opened his mouth. “Just one drink, sir.” He snickered.' “Thank you, Audy.”

Audrey Walker thought, I am now  next to Shaun. But at the same time,  hiding every bit of shadow from him, masking myself as a  brilliant and perfect detective assistant. The mask shouldn’t be ever, EVER taken off.. I must escape from those eyes that see through every HONESTY behind the doubt.  I am ”DOUBT”.  Audrey DOUBT Walker. 

I need to avoid, to hide the truth from you. Yet, I want to feel everything, even that look in your eyes.

Shaun Honest pondered, while he conversed with his great assistance, over some drink. I'm still a useless detective who can't do anything without you. But you are there for me, working as my assistant. I don’t know if it’s right, but maybe that's all it takes. If people ask me how I am as a detective, they would hardly describe me as a “good detective” . The only thing that makes us a good detective office is because of you. The brilliant detective assistance.