Yw And HOLY SHIT THATS HOT.

I asked my friend and her opinion was and I quote "wtf no. Homie looks like a fuckin white pizza with those fuckin jawbones." ....what do I say back.....

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Chapter 5

(Mild cursing)

"I swear I saw his eyes move."

"I'm pretty sure it's nothing."

"Urgh, why is he so heavy?"

"Ugh he's not so heavy."

Shadow opens his eyes slightly and listens to the voices. He couldn't feel anything. Not even his face or his hands. Even though he could open his eyes he couldn't see anything. It was all just a messy blur of color for him. He then noticed the horrible smell that lingered through his nose. He was repulsed by the horrible smell but couldn't tell what the smell was, nor could he tell where he was. Shadow tried to move but he couldn't. He was too weak to move any of his limbs. Something was holding his wrists and his ankles but he couldn't tell what was. In desperation, he then tried to call for help from Hive. But the intercom In his head was pulled out. The realization hit him like a trainwreck. He realized that he was alone and at the mercy of whoever was the captor.

Panic spurred through his mind and he let out a whimper. He then was dropped onto the floor making a splash on impact. Shadow hit his head on the wet concrete and his mind went blank again. The last thing he heard was a panicked voice saying that he was still alive.

Silence fills the smelly air of a room with a long table that sits in the middle. The table had many papers scattered across the surface and a lot of trash piled up under the table. A man sat at the end of it, tapping his foot rhythmically onto the concrete floor. He sat there with an empty expression painted on his face. He had noticeable dark bags that blended underneath his brown eyes.

He held a paper in his hand with what seemed to be a map of Autodale. There were lines and x-marks scribbled all over it and There were notes scribbled on the sides in what seemed to be his handwriting. None of the words were legible except for the word "failure" in each sentence that was written.

The man sighs and stares at the words failure that he wrote all over the map. "Plan F doesn't work either." He mumbled to himself, his voice had an emotionless tone. Not even a hint of anger or sadness is present in his speech, just utter emptiness. He then slams the map down onto the table and slides it across the table into a big pile of maps that have been scribbled on. Who knows how long he's been trying to find a solution? A year? Two years? A decade? The man doesn't even know himself, only God knows.

"Charles...?" Sandra mutters through the door and opens it slowly. He flinched at her voice and quickly changes his expression and his posture. He turns to the door and smiles softly while clearing his throat. The door then fully opens to reveal Sandra, she was visibly angry and shaking a little. Charles' smile then fades away slowly, "I need to talk to you." She said in a serious tone as she stretches her arm to the doorframe. Charles then sinks into his chair and gains the courage to say something back. "I need to talk to you too Sa-

"I couldn't kill the friendly shadow."

Silence then floods the smelly room again. Sandra looks down at the floor in disappointment and leans closer to the doorframe. Charles on the other hand stared at Sandra with pure confusion and shock. He then stands up and walks to Sandra. She then looks up at him, "You're, you're not mad...?" She mumbles and tightens up her stance. "Me? Mad? Absolutely not! I'm, I'm overjoyed!" He cheered and got closer to Sandra.

She then retaliates away from him and looks at him with utter confusion. "What- why are you happy about this Charles? He's our enemy." She scoffs and gave him a weirded-out glance. "Well, he can be an ally! A powerful ally and he can help us!" Charles argues in a delighted tone. He then tries to walk out the door so that he could speak with Shadow. Sandra then steps in front of him and pushes him back into the room, "Wha- hey what are you doing Sandra?"

"Charles, this is a stupid plan! This isn't some comic or fantasy. This is reality! He could betray us or even kill all of us! There is no damn chance he is gonna agree to help us!"

"Then what do you suppose we do with shadow then."

Sandra then pauses and her eyes pace around the room. She thinks to herself and crosses her arms before coming up with her answer to Charles. "We kill him for real." Charles then facepalms and groans, "No Sandra, that's completely off the table now." Charles argues and continues to try and walk away from her. She steps in front of him again and they both make eye contact. Both stared intensely and tried to assert dominance over each other. Sandra then takes a deep breath of the smelly sewer air and exhales in anger, she gave in and loosens her stance.

"Alright, alright...you win. But if he doesn't comply or tries anything funny, I'm going to kill him on the spot. Deal?"

The sound of an old record player scratched against the groves of a large black disk. A hand then switched the record on and the melody of a piano started to softly play. The person then started to hum along with the melody. They were tall and had no scars or imperfections. They wore a yellow apron contrasting with the grey walls and dark navy blue furniture.

She then extends her hand out to Charles and offers a handshake to him. Charles hesitated to shake Sandra's hand and stares at it for a while. He thought about Sandra's deal. "It's a fair deal." He sighs and shakes Sandra's hand, ensuring their deal. They then both walked down the sewer hall to where they always kept new guests.

During the deal with Sandra and Charles

The person then took a broom that was propped up from the corner of the room and started to sweep the dust and debris off the floor and into a dustpan that they held. Everything was perfect for them. The way the severed handymen's heads were hung on the wall, the navy blue seat that sat in the corner, the light green plants that hung from the ceiling, the little side table that sat next to the seat and held the record player in place, everything was just perfect.

"HEY CECIL! YOU WANT ANOTHER DECORATION?!

"GAH, WHAT THE FUCK SAGE!? KNOCK FIRST DUMBASS!" Cecil yelled back at Sage while recovering from being started by them. He then notices what Sage was dragging behind their back and he panics in his head. "Uh...sage that's not a robot." He mumbles while dropping his broom in disbelief. "Sage, that's a person." He continues and confusion washed over his face. He wasn't frightened of the sight of a dead person or a thing, he was just deeply confused and pissed about why they brought it here.

"A person? Oh pfft- no I can assure you this thing isn't a human." They laughed and started to drag Shadow inside the room. Sage then knelt and so did Cecil. They both looked down and examined Shadow's face. "No way! It's the dude from uh, that one show from my childhood!" Cecil smiled and got up to set up a folding chair. "I'm pretty sure it's just regular interrogation, either that or Sandra and Felicity handed me a dead body in the middle of the hall and told me to take it here so that you can make him into one of your handyman plinths... I don't know, to be honest, no one ever tells me anything."

Cecil then sighs and looks down at the unconscious shadow laying on the floor. "I'm pretty sure he's here for interrogation, what a waste for such a beautiful face to miss out on being a decoration..." There then was a deafening and awkward silence between Cecil and Sage. They then scoff and laugh at Cecil "You're weird for collecting heads-"

"And you're weird for being obnoxious," Cecil argues back with Sage. They then frown and give a side eye to him. Cecil then lifts Shadow and sits him up in the metal folding chair in the center of the room. "You think we should restrain him?" He asked under his breath while adjusting Shadow in his chair. They both then stand next to each other and stand in front of shadow. "Hmm..." Sage sighed and put their hand on their hip. "Nah."

"Are you sure Sage? What if he yknow, tries to uh...does he fight like in the cartoon?"

"Meh he looks like a twink, we'll be fine." Sage laughed and walked out the door, they then pause and look back at Cecil. "Let me know if anything interesting happens at interrogation."

Cecil then scoffs "You know, we end up just killing off most of them. nothing special is gonna happen this time." Sage then chuckles and walks out the door and shuts it behind them. Cecil sighs and stares at shadows lifeless body that is slouched in the folding chair. He then bends down to shadows face and holds it with one of his hands. Cecil then examines shadows head. There were big holes in his temples and little wires that were all different colors coming out of them, there were only a few wires left in but the rest were pulled out or looked as if they were about to fall out of his head.

"Poor thing, what did they do to you?"

He then lets go of shadows face and stands straight again. "It wouldn't hurt to just lock him in here until Charles comes." He thought to himself and turned his back and walked to the door behind him. He then walked out the door and turns around to face shadow one last time.

"Goodluck, if you can hear me."

Cecil then closes the door in front of him and locked it with a key in his pocket. Cecil left Shadow alone in the guest room, not even reassuring if Shadow was truly still knocked out.

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Notes: Thank you all so much for supporting my fan fic, yall haven't idea how much it warms my heart 🥹🥹🥹💕💕 I love you all so much -Shockwave

HELP I BRUSED MY FUCKING EAR LISTING TO BREAKCORE. IT HURTS SO BAD WHAT THE HELL.

Hive cursing in her sweet voice is now my favorite headcanon 💀

hi Autodale fandom, here's some old doodles of our cyborg detective hunter! I'm curious, would anyone wanna see a character analysis of the Friendly Shadow in a post?? largely headcanon theory but still

"Dear citizens of Autodale, we hear your concerns about the sudden disappearances of relatives or close friends. If you have any information about this matter then please contact to authorities immediately. This matter will be resolved in a quick and timely manner, we are truly sorry citizens of Autodale and we will find the lost citizens at once. This concludes our PSA."

A lone figure walks the sidewalks of the seemingly empty neighborhood. His path was illuminated by the tall and slender street lamps that were bent over depressingly, leaving a curved shadow that lay flat on the ground.

The figure himself wore a black fedora that hid all of his hair and a mask that covered his whole face which had a smile carved onto it. He wore a suit with a black tie and was holding plastic bags that were full of food.

His footsteps were then followed by a metallic clamping noise that got louder by the second. "Ugh...not now." He mumbles under his breath. The man then came to a halt and so did the noise behind him.

"Greetings, citizen." A formal and robotic voice said behind the man. He turns around to see a tall robot with a boxy structure and long legs and round beady eyes. The man clears his voice and stands up straight "Ah. Er- hello sir." He stuttered. The robot cocked his head to the side, "so uh, what's a dandy handyman like you doing here?" The man made a stupid remark and regretted what he said.

The handyman grew suspicious of the man and bent down to his level. "Hm. I see it's a late-night run to the store citizen." It said while turning its head to the bags the man was holding. "Oh, uh. Yes haha, my wife sent me to go and get food..." The man kept fumbling on his words making the handyman more and more suspicious of him.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'm in a rush to get home. I hope to see you around again" The man said while turning around. He then was abruptly stopped though by the handyman swiftly grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it, the man's anxiety was rising by the second and his anger was following too. "Wait...citizen." The handyman said, the man gulped in his anxiety and anger "...yes?" His voice cracked. "Have you noticed anything strange?" The handymans tone changed into a more serious fashion. The man turned his head to the side, "no sir...no." he stuttered again.

"Please, just leave me be you wreched thing." The man thought to himself. The handyman slowly was cocking his head to the side, the silence between them was deafening and awkward. "Citizen..." the handyman broke the deafening silence and its voice was noticably deeper. The man's heartbeat accelerated and he was breathing faster. "Not now not now not now not now no-"

"Be safe citizen." The handyman said in a chipper tone breaking the man's train of thought. Without a thought the man speed walked away from the handymans grasp and disappeared into autodales foggy night. The handyman jerked back and stood straight up.

Then another pair of metal clamping came behind the handyman. "Anything strange? An identical voice said from behind the handyman. "I would keep an eye on that citizen, something isn't right about him. The handyman said to the other as they both watched the man scurry off into the distance.

The man arrived to his one story home, there wasn't anything special on the exterior. What truly mattered was the interior of his home.

He unlocked the door to be invited by the smell of fresh watermelons that were freshly cut on the dinner table. A woman then walked out of a room, she was wearing a grey robe. Her eyes were a soft green and her hair was long and brown. The man sets the plastic bags down and closes the door behind him. When he turns back around the woman jumps and hugs the man "Oh!" He was surprised by her.

The man hugs her back and they both chuckle "I missed you~" she mumbled, she had a soft and sweet voice. "Oh please I was only gone for 30 minutes." The man responds sarcastically.

The woman then removes the man's mask to reveal his face, he had a pair of blue eyes and a round face. His cheeks were a flush of red due to his speed walking. "Is Erica in bed?" He asked her and she nodded yes. "How are the others?" He asked another question. The woman chuckles "Oh, they're alright. Sage and Charles changed the color of the lights down in the sewer by the way, Sage said it's more inviting."

She then lets go of the man and grabs one of the plastic bags "this one's for us right?" She asks the man, "yeah and the other is too, these three are for them." He responded while picking up the three plastic bags. "Thank you love" She smiled to him and he smiled back.

He then walks outside to the backyard. There wasn't anything there except for a broken-down shed that was backed up against a wall. He opens the shed doors to be welcomed by the smell of cut grass and oil. There wasn't much in the shed, just a lawn mower and gardening tools, and a large sheet of fabric that covered a circular lump.

The man walks in and closes the shed doors behind him. He then kicks off the sheet to reveal a rusted manhole. He then slides the cover off and squats down to look down at the dark abyss. The smell that was emitted was horrid and disgusting making the man audibly gag. "Out of all places, why the sewers..." He grumbled while standing straight up. The man sighed and jumped down the hole into the dark abyss.

The man absorbed the impact of his landing. He stared in the darkness before reaching for a light switch that was on the side. He felt a swich and flipped it up to reveal lights that emitted a rainbow glow. "Yep... definitely inviting alright." He chuckled while walking down the sewers tunnel guided by the welcoming rainbow lights.

As he walked there was an end to the tunnel, at the end was a door with the words "DO NOT ENTER" scribbled all over it. The man then knocked in a rhythmical pattern. The doorknob then rustled slowly, squeaking ever turn. Suddenly the door creaked open and a hand creped across the door. A head then poked out of the crack.

"Hm? Oh hi, Mr felicity!" The mysterious voice said while revealing itself. It was a tall man who answered the door, he wore a fedora that curved to the side and revealed parts of his hair. His face resembled a oval and his eyes were a soft brown. His voice was dapper and he wore a knitted vest over a collared long-sleeved shirt. "Hi, Charles!" Mr. Felicity greeted Charles. "Oh, here by the way." Mr. Felicity continued and handed him the three bags full of food. Charles was shocked by Mr felicities kindness.

"Oh? Are you sure sir? This is a lot of supplies! Charles hesitated to accept this offer. Mr felicity then smiled "Charles, this is the bare minimum I can do for you and the group. What your doing is a wonderful thing for future generations. I could never step up to do this. So believe me when I say this is the least that me and my wife can do."

There then was silence between Mr felicities smile and Charles's confusion and gratefulness. "Oh... I'm... I'm speechless sir." Charles's voice cracked while taking the bags from Mr felicities hands. "Thank you Mr felicity!" He cheered and hugged him. Mr felicity hugs Charles back.

"It's late, hurry and go back up Mr felicity before the smell of the sewers rubs onto you," Charles says while letting go of Mr.Felicity. Charles sends Mr felicity on his way back and closes the door. He rests his back on the door and looks down at the groceries he then looks back up to the back wall which has a flag pinned up on it, the flag was colored red with a white stripe that ran across the middle. In the very center of the flag was an emblem that was an autodale mask split in half.

"For future generations" He mumbles to himself. "I like the ring of that." He continues smiling at this remark. In this seemingly black-and-white world there seemed to be a glimmer of hope. Hope to break free from autodales perfect cycle.

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EEK! I LOVE IT! ILY ILY OMGGG- Ty kit :D

A small sneak peak/behind-the-scenes of my next drawing 👀 (def going back and fixing some anatomy lmao.)

(This is inspired by @twoeyedshockwave-lol’s fanfic btw! I was a tad bored and wanted to draw how I interpreted the scenes of the story! Sandra and Mr. Felicity belongs to them. FS belongs to Dead Sound.)

A kandi cuff for the lovely Cad Bane and his robot companion Todo 360 :D

My personal record on completing a Kandi cuff, AKa I completed this in a span of 5 hrs :DDDD

Lol, imagine cad bane on the cover of vouge or smth. Idk just a thought

Note: this is my first time ever drawing him. It was the same situation with me struggling to draw the friendly shadow, but I did it! He belongs on the cover of vouge :D