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More Buttercream cause it’s been a long time since I drew her. Probably not since last episode lol.

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How Jax gets Buttercream’s attention. Luckily for him, she reacts positively to offers of physical challenges.

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Is it TADC OC time? I think it’s TADC OC time.

Buttercream vents about how her dreams to be essentially an IRL superhero were shattered due to one fateful encounter with some thugs.

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Starting in 5 minutes!

Streaming on my YouTube channel if anyone wants to stop by!

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Another 4 pages of The Hunter's Tale! It was a lot of fun playing with Shade's shadows. And I particularly liked the two panels where Crystal's surrounded. It was a good perspective practice.

As usual, the comic dub is already out on my YouTube for Part 2 (which includes these pages), and if you wanna see these pages before I post them to tumblr, I have a Patreon, linked on @hikariyuushiart !

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Just the major art pieces I did for the stream today! If you want context, feel free to check out the VOD!

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Streaming on my YouTube channel if anyone wants to stop by!

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So for those who don't know, I got a YouTube channel (Hikari Yuushi), and I stream doing traditional art on Fridays 10 AM PST. This week I'll be attempting to do some art focusing on my latest foray back into the Daycare Attendant fandom, the fortune teller AU!

If you're interested and will be around, I hope you'll stop by and say hi!

And for those who aren't a part of the niche fandom, I hope you'll consider stopping by and saying hello anyways! Always appreciate the company and look forward to talking about art and various fandoms with people. XD

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In which the chosen one reflects on why they don’t feel happy even though their life is supposedly perfect.

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“So? How did it go~?”

“I got the job, miraculously enough. How did you know my future boss would be into tabletop games?”

“Oh, we have our ways.”

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Scarletella Part 3

(Special thanks to a friend who really wanted a continuation from Part 2. I probably won't be doing anymore Homicipher stuff for a while after this. This has just been sitting in my drafts and I wanted to finish it.)

It was official: she hated those stupid earthquakes.

Not only did they change and shift and rotate everything around in this apartment complex -- if it could even be called that in this world-- but it had just created a pile of rubble that separated her from Mr. Machete.

There was no one to help her through now. No Mr. Machete. No Mr. Chopped. No Mr. Hood. No Mr. Crawling. Not even Mr. Gap.

She glanced down into her red wagon, empty save for a needle and a blood bag -- her blood.

'Good thing we managed to stop by Mr. Silvair's office before we got lost... Can you imagine how much a pain it would've been to ask for a bag of our own blood in our world?' the Raincoat Killer groaned her head as the Elevator Girl looked down at her arms.

The 'hostile' was a good indicator of how long it had been. It spread up a little, but she hadn't gotten any pains or headaches yet. She just needed to keep an eye on it.

'...hey. Don't we have something else on our person? In our pocket?' the Raincoat Killer's voice chimed in once more.

The Elevator Girl's brow furrowed slightly, rummaging through her torn pants' pocket until she picked out the rusty metal key. Her light blue eyes lingered on it, unsure if she was willing to try.

'To seek out Mr. Scarletella myself... It's not giving him my name, but it feels just as intimate, just as dangerous...' the Elevator Girl mused, cautious, and maybe a little too lost in her poetic thoughts.

'But it's either that or wander this deathtrap of a world alone. Which would you prefer?' came the Raincoat Killer's retort, cutting straight to the point of the decision that needed to be made.

The Elevator Girl frown as she clasped the key into her fist, left hand reaching down to pick up the handle of the red wagon before she started her way down to find the first door she could that had a keyhole in it. She was surprised with how few doors actually had them. But once she came face to face with one, her hand unsteadily lifted the key. This was her last chance to back out.

'Do you think... he was soft with us last time because he actually cares? Or is it because he thinks he can use that to control us and get more bodies for him?' the Elevator Girl's thoughts reached her counterpart. She didn't usually attempt to have a genuine conversation like this, but she had to know if this other part of herself could be reasoned with, spoken to like they were truly their own person.

'You know I don't care so long as I get to kill. But... I wouldn't put it past him to be using us. Manipulation is very much his M.O.," the Raincoat Killer conceded.

"Oh, so you DO have a brain in there," the Elevator Girl said aloud with a smirk.

She snickered as the Raincoat Killer could only reply 'shut up'.

Luckily, that bit of laughing at herself was enough to ease her tension and finally go through with putting the key in the lock, slowly turning it before reaching for the door knob.

The second she twisted it and opened the door, she could immediately see an eerie red glow from inside that wasn't there before. She made sure to retrieve her key from the lock before opened the door a little wider, peeking in to see what looked like a barren living room. It reminded her of the illusions Mr. Scarletella had often set up when trying to trap her long enough to get what he wanted. Usually, someone would come to her rescue. She never did understood why they could fend him off.

No... it can't be because he can't actually hurt people on his own... can it?

But before she knew it, she felt her hand twist, followed by the click of the rusty key in the hole before slowly turning the knob to open the door. There, inside, was a blood red room, dimly lit and yet oddly welcoming. It took the form of a standard apartment: a couch in the center on top of an oval rug, a television against the far wall just ahead of it, a kitchen counter not too far behind the couch and a small kitchenette against the opposite wall.

Though there were no light fixtures to be seen, it seemed as if this room seemed to have a dim, ethereal red glow to it, in which she could see blood stains on the corners of just about every piece of furniture.

And as the Elevator Girl finally braved those last few steps inside, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"You."

With a gasp and quick turn, the Elevator Girl spun to see Scarletella, looking ever-so pleased with himself as he shut the door behind him, trapping them both in his home. He motioned with a hand towards the couch, as if to offer her a seat. But with a quick glance back at it, she quickly looked back to him and shook her head.

"No, I can't. I... I actually need your help. I need to get back to my world before the 'hostile' infection takes over and I completely lose myself..." She even offered to show her arm, to show him how far the rash had gotten. "See?"

He leaned in, mulling over the affliction before looking up at her face to see her distress. He really wasn't used to her coming to him for help. It made his dead heart flutter a bit at the potential realization that she was finally learning to trust him.

"Understood. I help," he spoke softly.

She blinked twice, almost dumbstruck at how easily he seemed to accept her plea. "Wait, really? Just like that? You know the way to the elevator, right?"

He nodded. "Correct. I help... you give object," he added, his smile growing.

Her initial enthusiasm quickly deflated. Of course he wouldn't simply just help her without asking for something else in return.

"I'm not giving you my name," she preemptively cut him off, to which she watched him shake his head. This only had her brow furrow in confusion before watching as his free hand reached out to take her chin, the tips of their noses brushing, his eyes half-lidded.

"...give?" he asked softly, his abyssal eyes seeming softer somehow.

Her cheeks were on fire, heart racing. Could she really commit? Would this solidify to him that she really did have feelings for him?

'It would be a nice change of pace. You'd finally stop lying to yourself. Stop hiding who you are. And who you are is a murderer infatuated with an urban legend,' the voice of the Raincoat Killer echoed in her head. And in that moment, the Elevator Girl agreed.

It was time to stop lying.

With her eyes closed, their lips would meet, and she could feel the world fritzing around them as if it were nothing. And by the time she did open her eyes and part from the kiss, they were right in front of the elevator.

He tapped on the button for her, motioning for her to go in. And just as she did, he followed her on, tapping the button to take her back to the abandoned apartments in her world.

The ride seemed slow as she mulled over what the kiss had meant, what that would mean for her and Scarletella going forward. Did she really love him like that?

She supposed, whether or not she did, she didn't mind going on this journey with him. He wasn't the worst specter to be haunting her. And if she had to be honest, she was still very intrigued by him.

Perhaps, now was as good a time as any to start a relationship based on mutual curiosity, rather than fear.

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“Did you do as instructed? It is-”

“ ‘Important to fulfill my destiny’, yes! I don’t know WHY it matters, but I did!”

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Just trying to solidify their color scheme.