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Ravenclaw: *bursts through Hufflepuff’s common room door* WhY arEn’t tHe DiSHes iN AlPhaBeTiCal OrDeR!?

Hufflepuff: *sitting up from couch* What does that even mean?

House Vines

Ravenclaw prefect: *Singing while bursting into Slytherin’s dorm* Good morning~Good mooooorrrning~!!!!

Ravenclaw prefect: Wake up kiddo it’s Saturday!!

Slytherin: Ugh...Ravenclaw I was out late!

Ravenclaw prefect: *Takes a big slurp of tea* I know!

House Vines

Gryfindor: *checking under Hufflepuff’s bed* No monsters under your bed.

Hufflepuff: I know...They’re behind you now.

Gryfindor:

Hufflepuff:

Gryfindor: What?

House Vines

Hufflepuff: I spilt lipstick in your Valentino bag.

Slytherin: Oh! You spill-WaWAwAWa-LIPSTICK In mY VaLeNtInO WHITE bAg!!

House Vines

Slytherin: *to literally everybody else* ThE BaGs uNdEr My eYeS ArE PRADA.

Slytherin: *Laughs menacingly*

Gryfindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff:...

Slytherin: Kill your family.

House Vines

Gryfindor: What did you get in your happy meal?

Hufflepuff: Chapstick, what’d you get?

Gryfindor: A new SKATEBOARD!

Hufflepuff: Wha-

Gryfindor: *while skating away* LATER PUSSY!

House Vines

Gryffindors mother: Well Professor Mcgonagall, my daughter would not do something such a thing therefore after.

Gryffindor mother: *whispering harshly to Gryffindor* Gryffindor did you fucking do that thing therefore after?

if you take a glance at tomura’s pc screen, you’ll realize that he made a sim that looks just like you and a cute lil corgi

tomura gets random phases where he watches totally spies for absolutely no reason at all.

Ahhh, I love your writing hotch33tos! May I request a fluff between Tomura Shigaraki x fem reader who's quirk is healing. One night she's healing Shigaraki and she just can't stop looking at him leading her to blurt out if she can do skin care on him. That or just a fluff scenario between him and a fem reader healer🫶💛

Thank you sm for my first Request! You asked and will receive! (Hopefully it’s to your liking🫶🏼)

Shigaraki x Reader Healer

“Skincare”

🌙scenario

"What- What the hell? It's 2 in the morning What are you doing in my room?!" Tomura looks up from his gaming set he was surprised to see you up so late.

"Hey... I noticed you had some scars that needed healing and I thought I might come check them" you softly replied as you walked in closing the door behind you as you turned on the light.

He flinched as the light turned on, the brightness was unexpected for him. He sat up on the edge of his bed, looking at you.

He rubbed his neck, his eyes looking you and your hands up and down.

"You- You want to heal my scars?"

"Shigaraki im the leagues healer it’s my job remember" you laughed softly.

He rolled his eyes as you spoke as if he could've forgotten that, a hand going up to rub one of his scars.

"Yeah yeah I know idiot, but can you heal all of this? I have a lot of scars you know..."

"I'm sure I can" you walked over to him, "can I sit down?"

He nodded, shifting over slightly incase you wanted to sit on the bed. He eyed your hands, still unconvinced you could heal any of his scars.

"Go on... Try it. You probably won't heal anything anyway..."

He smirked, a bit of skepticism in his voice.

"Are you doubting me?" You chuckled as you looked at his scars on his arms.

He chuckled back, letting you get a good look as you came closer. He held out an arm, waiting for you to try and heal it.

"I'm just saying, ive had these for quite some time though they haven’t healed. I doubt a healer would be able to do anything about them now. Go on, try."

You picked up his hand gently as you traced your finger over the scar before leading it do your lips giving it a soft kiss.

To say he was surprised at the kiss would be an understatement. His eyes widen, face turning slightly pink as he stares at your lips for a few seconds.

"Wha- What are you doing...?"

His voice is quieter now, trying to hide the surprise. No one has ever gone so far as to kiss his scars, let alone kiss him in general...

"Healing you" you chuckle before you noticed his scar was gone you looked up at him admiring his other scars they made him seem like so much more...

His eyes widen again as he looks down at where the scar once was, watching as the skin completely healed over, as if the scar was never there. He glanced up at you in disbelief, almost not believing what just happened.

"You- You actually just healed it... I can't believe it. Can you do the others too?"

You nodded as you traced and placed kisses on the other scars and injuries on his hands, you felt yourself blush a little you finally stopped to admire his face... it look okay right now it wasn't the best skin he's had which made you think of something... skincare.

With each kiss that healed on of his scars, his face got more and more red. He was starting to get flustered from all of this affection, glancing down as you finally stopped. Seeing you studying his face, he raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at you

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it?"

"Can I do a skincare on you!?" You blurted out as your ears turned red "ah.! Sorry i didn't mean to-" you waved your hands trying to take back what you said.

Shigaraki blinked, completely taken aback by the blurted question. His cheeks were a deep blushing red at that point, but he didn't hate the idea at all...

"Uh... Yeah sure... Go for it I guess. Just don't make me look like some damn doll, got it?"

You chuckled at his doll comment,

"I won't" you covered your mouth with one hand trying to lower your laugh.

He gave a small pout at your laughter, crossing his arms in a jokingly upset state.

But he was secretly enjoying the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head at you, his messy hair covering his left eye like a curtain

"What? Why are you laughing at me? Just do your damn skincare already, woman."

"okay 'll be right back" you got up in a hurry to your room while you were walking you wondered why he had agreed it seemed odd but you were glad he didn't decline your sudden offer

He sat there on his bed, watching you run out of the room in a hurry.

He still questioned himself on why he agreed to letting you even touch him, even more so with the thought of doing a skin care routine on him. Shigaraki shrugged, sitting back in his bed and waiting for you to return.

As he sat there waiting, he let his mind wander to his feelings towards you. He had to admit, you were attractive. But he never thought he would ever get any affection from you, yet here he was, agreeing to you to do a skincare routine on his scars and skin. Shigaraki leaned back in the bed, thoughts of you still in his mind...

A few minutes later, he heard your footsteps approaching his room.

He slowly sat up, waiting for you to come back in. He was still questioning why he was letting you do this to him, but deep down, the idea of having your hands touch his face excited him, just a bit.

You opened the door, holding your skincare products in your arms. You looked up to see him leaning back on the bed, waiting for you with a neutral look on his face. He glanced down at your arms, looking over the products you brought with you.

"Looks like you brought a lot of stuff...Are you gonna put all of that on my face?"

"Well if I want your face to be smooth and glowing yes!" You chirped as you placed everything in the bed in order.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of his face being 'smooth and glowing.' He had never had a full-blown skincare routine before, so he had no idea what was coming for him.

He looked over each product you had laid out, seeing so many creams, lotions, and other stuff.

"Yeesh... You need all of that to fix my skin or something?"

"Just to make it better trust me you'll relax just lay back on the bed and let me handle you" your lips Curley into a smile as your cracked your fingers, one thing about you was out LOVED doing skincare's and when you did them you always did them right.

He flinched slightly, hearing you crack your fingers. It seemed so... Professional? He let out a low sigh, laying back on the bed, his head laying comfortably on the pillow. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever you were going to do to his skin.

Despite the skepticism about the skincare, in the end, he just wanted to have your hands touching him...

As you begin to work your magic on Shigaraki, he can feel the various creams being applied to his face, followed by the gentle feeling of your hands rubbing his skin. As much as he wanted to act cold and distant, your touch was soft and gentle, making it impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of your hands on his face.

"Damn... Your hands are softer than I thought they'd be..."

"Well ill have you know I do hand-care too" you softly spoke as you applied a cleansing cream rubbing it over his safe as you waited a couple of minutes before wiping it with a damped towel

As you gently rub the cleansing cream on his face, he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. The cream felt cool and soothing on his skin, and your soft touch made the entire experience even more pleasurable. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying something like this

"Hmph, you seem to have a lot of knowledge on this stuff... Where'd you even learn all of this from anyway?"

"I watch a lot of videos and before I joined the league I did not have this pretty face" you smirked

He raised an eyebrow as you mentioned not having a pretty face before. He found that hard to believe, as his own opinion, you were very attractive. But he was curious now about what you looked like before.

"Oh really? Well, now I'm interested to see what you looked like before this 'pretty face.' Got any old pictures lying around?"

"Maybe I'll see if I can find any later" you wiped his face before turning in the air mister you had

He watched as you turned on the air mister, the cool mist spraying lightly on his face.

The sensation was unexpected, but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness as the mist touched his skin.

"Hmph... I guess this stuff isn't half bad. What else you gonna do to my face?"

"Well I'm going to hydrate it,moisturize, pluck any hairs,massage it..."

His eyes widened as you rattled off the list of things you were going to do to his face.

Plucking, massaging, what the hell did you have planned on doing to him...

"Plucking hairs? And massage? You gonna turn my face into rubbery mush or something?"

"Just close your eyes and relax" you huffed as you started to place under eye and mouth hydrating patches.

He gave a slight eye roll at your comment, but closed his eyes nonetheless, letting you place the patches on his skin. He had to admit, the feeling of the patches was slightly soothing, almost like a small massage of sorts.

He let out a small sigh as he laid there, wondering if all these products were actually necessary for a skincare routine.

You took out your phone raising it up as you took a picture quickly putting it away

The sudden sound of your phone camera clicking made his eyes shoot open in surprise. He turned to glare at you, a small pout forming on his face

"Hey, what was that for? Were you just trying to snap a picture of me with this stuff on my face?"

"no! just shush!" You closed his eyes as you grabbed your eyebrow pluckers.

Shigaraki grumbled, but obediently closed his eyes once again. He knew there was no point in arguing with you when you were so determined. He held still as you picked up the eyebrow pluckers,

"Damn... You really gonna pluck my eyebrows?"

" you know you talk to much" you giggled as you began to pluck his eyebrows but you realized... he had none...

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your comment about talking too much. As you started to pluck his eyebrows, he noticed that there was nothing there to pluck.

"Uh, you do notice that I don't have any eyebrows, right? What's the point of plucking something that's not even there?"

"Shigaraki... I just noticed." You busted out laughing.

He looked at you, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance. But seeing you laugh so openly made it a bit impossible to stay frustrated with you. He sighed, crossing his arms in a pout

"Well, I'm glad you find humor in my lack of eyebrows, but seriously, what were you planning to do to my nonexistent eyebrows anyway?"

"Okay okay let's just move on to something else oh I know let's take off your blackheads!"

His face twisted into a look of discomfort at the mention of blackheads. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of having blackheads on his face.

"Yeesh... You sure you're gonna find any? I don't even remember the last time I looked at my face up close in the mirror..."

He laid back on the bed, resigning himself to letting you do whatever you wanted. He just hoped the blackhead removal wouldn't be too painful, especially since he wasn't sure how many there were on his skin...

You placed a nose patch in his skin and waited for it to dry before peeling it softly

"okay we got some just need to take off the rest..." you mumbled as you started to press down his nose with a blackhead removing tool

Shigaraki watched as you placed the nose patch on his nose. He wrinkled his nose at the feeling, but said nothing. Once you started to press down on his nose with the tool, he flinched, feeling the slight pressure of each blackhead being removed.

"Damn... that feels weird. How many of those are you gonna get out..?"

"Just a little more..." you mumbled focusing

He huffed in slight annoyance, but he knew better than to question you when you were so focused. He closed his eyes, letting you continue to work on his nose. The feeling of each blackhead being removed was... strange. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either.

"Hurry up... I'm starting to feel weird just laying here."

"Okay okay I'm done" you replied as you cleaned his face with a makeup remover and removing all the hydrating patches you had placed on his under eye and lips

"Wow your lips look just a bit better but it’s missing something.."

He opened his eyes as you removed the last of the patches, feeling a bit lighter now that all the products were off his face. He sat up slightly on the bed, his hand coming up to touch his cheek.

"Huh... I have to admit, that actually did feel kinda nice. And you really think my lips look better already?"

"I'm not done yet!" You pushed him down softly as you began to grab your watermen lip mask and spoon some out gently rubbing it on his lip

He grunted as you pushed him back down, a small pout forming on his face. He watched as you rubbed the watermelon lip mask on his lips, the cool sensation on his skin feeling surprisingly refreshing.

"Hmph... This stuff better be worth it. My lips better be as soft as yours by the time you're done with me."

"Yeah yeah well I'm trying my best" you huffed as you took a bad and opened it revealing a face mask

He chuckled at your huff, knowing he could get under your skin with just a few words.

As he watched you rummage through the bag to pull out a face mask, he raised an eyebrow

"Are you seriously putting a face mask on me too? What the hell is the point of that?"

"Don't worry just know you'll skin will feel much better" you smirked as you placed it over his face

He let out an exaggerated sigh, but remained still as you placed the face mask over his face. He had to admit, he had never done anything like this before, and having you take care of his skin felt a bit nice.

"This is so ridiculous... I feel like a damn doll being pampered right now."

He laid on the bed, his face covered in the mask, feeling completely ridiculous. He could faintly smell the scent of the face mask, a bit of chamomile and lavender.

"You better hope this stuff actually works, or I'm gonna look like a complete fool for letting you to this to me..."

"Well don't worry about it just relax.!"

He rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that the face mask actually felt somewhat nice.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax as you instructed.

"Easier said than done... When will you take this damn thing off my face anyway?"

"Just 10 minutes even tho it's suppose to be 15 but you get impatient"

He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to admit you were right about him being impatient. 10 minutes... he could handle that.

"Hmph... fine. 10 minutes, but I better be getting something good at the end of this. Better be some smooth skin at the very least."

He laid there, feeling the minutes ticked by slowly as the face mask stayed on his face.

He tried to distract himself by thinking about other things, but every minute felt like an eternity.

"Ugh... How much longer do I have to keep this thing on? It feels like it's been 10 minutes already..."

"It's barely been 3" you chuckled

He grumbled at your comment, feeling even more impatient now knowing it had only been three minutes.

"Ugh, seriously? Only 3 minutes? I feel like I've been laying here forever. I don't even think this damn thing is doing anything to my skin anyway..."

"Oh my god okay well just leave it for 5"

He huffed, but resigned himself to waiting another 5 minutes. He knew resisting would be pointless, especially when you were so determined.

"Ugh, fine. 5 more minutes. But if it doesn't do anything, I'm never letting you touch my face again."

You huffed in annoyances as you waited for 5 more minutes to pass, after they did you took off the sheet mask and began to massage his face with cream

He grumbled as he lay there patiently, time seemingly dragging on forever. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, you removed the mask from his face.

He opened his eyes expecting to see the same old dry skin on his face, but instead, his skin actually felt surprisingly smooth and supple. The texture was completely different than what he was used to.

"Wait.is this real? My skin feels different... Did the face mask and cream actually work?"

"Well just a little you don't care much for your skin huh" you messaged his face softly

He chuckled at your comment, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess you can say l've never really paid much attention to my skin. I've always just thought it's skin, why worry about it? But I have to admit, it feels kinda nice having you take care of it like this..."

He let out a small hum as you continued to massage his face, the feeling of your fingers on his skin was surprisingly soothing. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax into the comfortable rhythm of your motions.

"You sure know what you're doing. My skin feels so much nicer than before. I might have to let you do this more often..."

You chuckled "well l'd be happy, to I enjoy these kinds of things anyway..."

He smiled slightly, feeling surprisingly relaxed with you taking care of his skin.

"I have to admit, I didn't think this whole skincare routine thing would be so... nice.

I always thought it was just for girls, but having someone pamper me like this feels kinda good."

He opened his eyes, looking up at you as you continued to massage his face. The feeling of your fingers on his skin was strangely comforting, and he found himself wanting the moment to last longer.

"You know, I never would have thought that l'd be the kind of person to enjoy getting pampered... But here I am, lying here letting you touch my face and treating me like royalty."

"Well you have to take care of yourself now and then" you smiled softly as you finally stopped

"god my back hurts..." you whined as you sat back all the standing up while bending your back did a number one you

He sat up as well, noticing the tired look on your face.

"Hey, you look like you're exhausted. You were standing over me for like an hour, no wonder your back hurts."

He couldn't help but chuckle as you complained, but he still felt somewhat guilty that you were tired out from pampering his skin.

He patted the empty space on the bed next him, gesturing for you to join him on the bed.

"Come here, sit down for a bit. I feel a little bad that your back is so tired because of me..."

"It's okay this is the pain of a successful skin care routine " you laughed as you laid down on his bed enjoying the softness

He chuckled at your comment, feeling slightly guilty but appreciative nonetheless.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at it. But still, you worked hard pampering my skin, the least I can do is let you relax a bit on the bed."

He laid back on the bed beside you, feeling its softness beneath him. He looked over at you, admiring your tired but satisfied expression.

He reached out a hand and gently touched your hair, running his fingers through it.

"You look exhausted, but happy. I guess pampering my skin really was that much fun for you, huh?"

You felt yourself shiver from his touch enjoying yourself get pampered by him now

"pampering me now Mh?" You softly spoke as your eyes closed

He chuckled softly as he saw you shiver slightly from his touch.

"Yeah, I figured I could return the favor and pamper you for a bit, since you did such a great job pampering me."

He continued to run his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle, enjoying the way your eyes closed in contentment.

He leaned a bit closer to you, his hand moving from your hair to gently caress your cheek.

"You know, seeing you so relaxed like this is... nice. I never would have thought doing something like this together could feel so good….” He mumbles before he notices you drifted off to sleep..

HELP ME ?? FLASHBACKS TO HIS 24 HOUR CHALLENGES

No one can convince me that Ross and Bucky fight over being the favorite colonizer nickname. I just feel it in my soul that they always try and on up each other to win at being the favorite colonizer.

Based off of your mphfpc dr , what do you think everyone’s Hogwarts house would be?

Eeek!!! I love this question! Thank you for asking :D

Miss Peregrine - most definitely a Ravenclaw (most ymbrynes are, or Hufflepuff)

Bentham - Ravenclaw

Caul - Slytherin

Jacob - Gryffindor

Ricky - Slytherin

Noor - Gryffindor

Lilly - Hufflepuff

Millard - Ravenclaw

Emma - Gryffindor

Enoch - Slytherin

Horace - Ravenclaw

Claire - Hufflepuff

Olive - Hufflepuff

Bronwyn - Hufflepuff

Sharon - Slytherin

Addison - Ravenclaw

Eleanor (myself) - Hufflepuff

These are the main people who came to mind but if you have any specific people you would want to know I'd be happy to answer!

So I’m currently in my frontier feels so imma just spout random headcanons

#1, whenever the group sees anything that reminds them of the digital world they would most definitely get all caught up in their memories of their adventure. It makes for great scenarios especially if there’s anyone close to them nearby like a friend or family member and they’re just confused as to why they stopped to stare at something

2#, I like to think that they inherited the enhanced senses, that they had back in the digital world, in the human world since I know it’d be most unlikely that they inherited physical things from the spirits so this is the second best for me to think about.

3#, they definitely would create code names for the digital world just in case anyone were to eavesdrop on them whether it be accidentally or purposefully.

4#, I feel like they would definitely go overboard with things like birthday parties, they would do anything to make sure that they made celebrations a special memory they’d remember forever.

5#, they most definitely remembered the days they got their spirits and threw parties for it(cause as Kouji said, it’s like they have two birthdays, one in the human world and one in the digital world)

Sooooo I came up with this idea while listening to the Murder Drones soundtrack and daydreaming about crossover ideas. Scp 049 popped into my head then- DING! what if SCP 049 was a murder drone!?

So here's a rough sketch idea of what his murder drone form would look like!

I have also thought about several headcanon backstory ideas for him in the Murder Drone SCP crossover too! But I might make that a separate post-rant. Anyway! Hope you enjoy the rough sketches!

Don't tell SCP 049

Day 5

Scp 035 was in one of the foundation's lounge rooms, having a pile of different objects next to him, seeming to be putting something together in the center of the room.

035: hm... needs more black paint... *starts going through the pile of stuff*

From the wall behind him a black portal apears and out the portal come scp 106. Half of his body exits the portal as he watches 035 pull out a black spray paint can from the pile and spray paint whatever it is he made.

106: uh... what... the hell... is that? *points at whatever 035 is making*

035: oh this?

In front of 035 is scp 173, partly spray painted black and half a plague doctor's mask covering over where their mouth would be. There was also a black cloth tied around 173's neck, simulating that of a cloak and a hood.

035: Why, I'm making a temporary replacement for the doctor.

106: *raises brow* ... why?

035: well you see here Larry, it's just not the same doing fun and outgoing things when there isn't anyone around to tell you to not do those fun and outgoing things. So, I've come up with a temporary solution!

106: ... by replacing the doctor with 173 in his clothing?

035: yes well technically mimicry of his hide or skin or however it's called. But yes! Pretty much old chap!

106: ... *looks at the sculpture* .... *then back at 035* ... you are aware 173 doesn't, oh I don't know... talk!

035: he doesn't have to! That's the beauty of it, because sometimes the doctor gives me the silent treatment anyways!

106: Ok? ... so, how is he just... staying in one place anyway this whole entire conversation?

035: oh! Because Jay is still ducked taped onto the ceiling from a few days ago still. *he points to the ceiling where 049-J is*

049-J: *staring intensely at 173 and sweating profusely* . . . C-Can I stop now please?

035: unless you wanna die by neck breaking... keep. Your. Damn. Eyes on him!

049-J: oh bother...

106: oh ya forgot we did that...

035: ya. *fimshes the spray paint on 173* and done! *takes a step back to view his work* What do you think!?

106: *looks at 173*

173: ...

106: ... well now he just looks like a peanut with a beak on it dressed in black.

035: close enough! Now! We just-

Just then scp-096 came walking into the room his back hunched over to get through the door; a paperbag accompanying him over his head to keep everyone safe from triggering his rage state.

035: ah! Shy! You just in time to meet the temporary replacement doctor!

096: ? *looks over at 173* ...

173: ...

096: ...

173: ...

096: ...

049-J: *struggling to keep his eyes open* ugh- *blinks* uh oh!

173: *is now a foot closer to 096*

096: *whimpers loudly and shaking his head in fear* *starts back tracking out the door into a speed walk*

035: damn it, Jay! I said don't blin-!

035: . . .

Suddenly the power goes out as a voice over the intercom lets everyone know that the power to the light would be temporarily shut down and that everything would be ok so long as the scps were in their cells. Once the lights turned back on, 173 had disappeared from the room. Everyone in the room had gone silent.

106: ...

049-J: ... I didn't do it!

035: ah crap.

The alarms then start to go off as the intercom changed to a voice of calm to panic.

Intercom: "Attention scp-173 has escapes containment! Currently it's uh- ... A-Am I reading this right? Uh... Currently dressed up as a... plague doctor?"

106: ...

035: ...

049-J: ...

035: ... Don't Tell Doc.

106: Yep.

035: can I go into your-

106: nope! *goes back into his pocket dimension*

035: ... sh*t! *runs out of the room*

049-J: uhm... hello? ... help...

Don't Tell SCP 049

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 Current |

Previously on...

Assassin's Creed

Lost in Modern Ages

Now on with the show!

Leonardo: ... *moves the mask around a bit to get a better look* fascinating... I have never seen any comedy mask like this before!

New York, somewhere hidden in the city is the assassin's creed household. In the house, Leonardo Da Vinci is currently studying and observing SCP 035, who had almost succeeded in turning Jacob into another one of his temporary hosts. While Jacob himself is currently pouting and is covered in bruises from Shaun and Desmond tackling him down into the rubble of an old Venice house. Trying to stop him from putting SCP 035 on his face. Shaun and Desmond stand by Leonardo while he observes the mask (with safety tongs of course). While Evie and Ezio are trying their best to console Jacob from the incident that had taken place. Some of the others watch intently as Leonardo tries to get a better understanding of the possessive mask.

Shaun: you can say that again...

Evie: come on Jacob.

Jacob: *huffs and turns away from Evie*

Evie: Jacob I said I was sorry! I didn't actually, believe you were being serious.

Jacob: well I was!

Ezio: come now amico, you can't be mad at your sister forever.

Jacob: bet!

Evie: *sighs*

Malik: so explain to us why this *does air quotes* "possessive mask" tried to get Jacob to wear it, exactly?

Connor: ya cause this thing... looks cursed.

Shaun: right. Desmond you wanna give this one away or-

Desmond: ya I got this one. *clears throat* Ok so basically the possessive mask, better known to the foundation as SCP-035, is a possessive mask that requires a human or humanoid-like host, organic or not so long as it has a humanoid face shape, it will possess the body and will essentially cause the original person to go brain dead and well dies.

Shaun: Once then, he'll take over that body and talk through it with his voice, he'll sometimes take on the traits of those he possesses, going as far as to even know every bit of information and memory that the person had when they were alive. And-

Rebecca: and he knows everything about the human brain and mind so this guy knows how to talk you into doing anything he wants you to do. He also has telepathic abilities as well.

Shaun: . . .

Desmond: . . .

Rebecca: what? Come on you guys, you think you are the only ones who are into this stuff?

Arno: Uh... so wait- hold on so, why choose Jacob as a host?

Jacob: because I'm awsome-

Shaun: probably because he was the easiest out of all of us there to be persuaded into putting him on.

Jacob: Hey!

Edward: So that mask can talk too?

Desmond: ya- well kind of.

Edward: if that mask can talk, then why isn't it talking?

Shaun: surprisingly, I have no idea. Usually this thing loves to talk.

Maria: You also mentioned something about a foundation. What kind of foundation are you refuring to?

Desmond: The SCP foundation.

Alexios: s.c.p?

Desmond: Secure.

Shaun: Contain.

Rebecca: Protect.

Desmond: We die in darkness so you may live in the light-

Connor: Wait, wait! ... that kind of sounds like our saying...

Arno:... What?

Connor: You know. The whole, "We work in the dark to serve the light." That phrase.

Jacob: I SAY WE SUE THEM-

Ezio: ya wait- HEY! They completely stole our phrase and just re-worded it!

Desmond: I-... Huh, I never noticed that before.

Aveline: OK can we get back to the foundation thing! Desmond, continue please.

Desmond: Right, well they're the main goal is to contain anomalies as a way of protecting humanity from the danger some of them possess, and to study and research them and how they work, as well as keeping the normalcy of the world.

Shaun: living or Object.

Rebecca: or just weird phenomenons that happen.

Jacob: secure, contain, protect ... Ok I'll give them this... That's a cool acronym! Why can't we do something like that!?

Bayek: Because we never needed one.

Edward: well ya but it be really nice to have one.

Alexios: The Templars have a name to brand themselves and make money why can't we?

Ezio: they have point.

Aya: we're not get an acronym for the creed.

Jacob: well why not!? We could brand ourselves and make cash!

Connor: I'm fine with how we have creed as it is.

Jacob: Oh Connor! You silly, silly, man... acronyms are cool if you know how to do it right. Makes you stick out.

Malik: exactly why we don't need one.

There is an eerie, echo of mocking laughter that fills the room, sending shivers down everyone's spine, as everyone slowly starts turning their attention to the mask still being held in the tongs Leonardo was using to hold it.

035: "My your all quite the delight to be around~. Talking about the most simplest off topic things then make it a big deal out of it the deeper you go. It's quite amusing really~."

Leonardo nearly drops the tongs he was using to hold the mask, just bearly catching them in time.

Desmond: alright @$$hole what's your game here?

035: "Aw~ can't we just have a nice chat? I am a people person after all."

Jacob: screw you! You nearly turned me into a walking corps for you to pilot!

035: "Touché now aren't we?"

Maria: ok... this is just getting werid even for us.

Malik: agreed.

Shaun: Don't even think about trying to mind control us either.

Rebecca: ya! We're elite b@#$, you can't touch us.

035: "I can see that. Many of you in the room currently each have the gift. The gift of the ancient Isu race. It would be a challenge... but who doesn't like a good challenge? Isn't that right Leonardo. Ah how good it is to see such a now famous face."

Leonardo: we've... met before?

035: "oh yes! 1487, you were invited by some of the richest Nobleman in the country of Italy to have one of you paintings displayed in an art gallery. I ran into when you were looking at some of the other art pieces inside. I recognized one of your works and complmented you on it. Remember?"

Leonardo: *nervously chuckles* I think you have the wrong painter, cause I would have certainly... remember. . .

Ezio: ... Leo?

Leonardo: . . .

Desmond: Uh Leonardo?

Leonardo: . . . *gently puts the metal tongs down onto the table and walks over behind Ezio, only to stare blankly at the mask in horror* . . . I remember you now.

Jacob: Wait! Wait! Hold up! So you have, actually met this family mask!?

035: "indeed he has! You know, Ezio your friend here was quite different from all the ither artist I meet that day. He's Cheerful, optimistic, smart, well rounded, open minded, greatly empathic and expressive, and very curious man by nature. He did actually almost uncovered my secret during our talk, that was how curious of a man you were. But Leonardo is also a chronic procrastinator, and very easily distractible. If I hadn't pointed out one of the paintings to you had done, Hehe, you might have actually uncovered my secrect long ago.

Ezio: Hey-! Wait... how did you know my-

Shaun: he can read minds Ezio, remember?

Leonardo: Mio dio...

035: That's my name! Well the name I prefer to be called by.

Malik: Dio?

035: Well actually it's more of D y o. Greak name. Ah the greaks and the Roman empire, such a marvelous time to be alive then. Right Alexios?"

Alexios: oh indeed it is! Quite a beautiful place!

Arno: Don't fuel the fire Alexios! It's trying to get inside your head by feeding you complements!

Shaun: Wait so were you actually made by greak Gods or-

Desmond: Shaun, buddy come on we've been over this. I still think he's secretly the black lord of Alagadda.

Shaun: yes but how on earth does Alagadda line up with the bits and pieces of information the foundation has on him so far?

Desmond: he's a big @$$ lier Shaun! You can't believe ever word that comes out his mouth.

Shaun: true but-

Connor: OK! Are we done here!?

035: "nope! And please you two do keep talking. I rather like this little side conversation about me~."

Jacob: f@#$ you.

035: "Aw~ is someone still mad about me?"

Jacob: yes!?!?

035: "Well I guess that makes two of you then."

Desmond: uhm, two?

035: "Yes, isn't that right... Kassandra."

Everyone in the living room turned and looked up to see Kassandra standing their with face of anger spread across it, lookimh stright down at the mask. Her staff of caduceus in her hands.

Alexios: sister?

Kassandra: . . . What. The hell. Is that damn maks. . . Doing in our house!?

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Don't tell scp 049

Day 4

053 was playing with 682 and 079 in the foundation's hallway. 053 was drawing on 682's face again while 079's monitor sat next to them watching, when suddenly the sounds of loud wheeping was heard close by.

053: *stops drawing for a second* huh? Do you here that?

079: *beeps* detecting sounds of auditory distress of- *beeps* Crying.

682: probably 096, crying as usual again. We can just ignore it.

053: crying? Hm... *gets up* can you bring me over to where the crying is coming from Lizze?

682: *sighs* ... very well. *scoops up 079 with his tail then scoops up 053 with his head*

053: *slides down on to 682's neck* Wheee! *giggles* Alright Lizze! Follow those sobs!

682 stood up on his four limbs and starts walking his way over to the source of the crying. After a few minutes of walking 682 turned a corner, only to quick pause and stay hidden behind the corner wall.

053: Hey, why'd we stop?

682: take a look for yourselves. *brings 079 forward to look*

053: *peeks around the corner*

079: *beeps* it would seem that 682's theory is correct. *beeps*

Down the short hallway the three see scp 096 crying by scp 049's containment cell door. The scp was huddled in his usual fetal position leaning his side against the door of the cell. In his arms he is holding what looks to be a small plush toy that resembled the plague doctor, cradling the toy in his arms as he wept. Luckily for the group of on lookers there was a paper back over 096's head.

053: Aw~! I think he's sad because he misses the doctor!

682: that pale, dull, creature cries constantly fpr no reason. What makes this crying any different?

079: *beeps* It is a, possibility, that scp 096, sees scp 049, as it's possible care taker. *beeps* As a protector of some kind. *beeps* No doubt, that it is because of 049's success, in looking at the 096's face, and lived to tell the tale. *beeps*

682: I don't see how that excuse of a doctor managed to survive such an incounter with a creature like that... (just looking at it is disgusting.)

053: Maybe tshy saw something in the doctor that gave him comfort. Like... like... Oh! like a parent! ... I better he really misses doc...

096: *wheeps and sobs while holding the plushie in his hands tightly to him*

053: *starts thinking* hm... oh! What if we made him a feel better cupcake!?

682: hm... *sighs* if that is what you wish. I will not try and stop you.

053: YAY! *hops onto 682's back* Do you know where the kitchen is Lizze?

682: No, but 079 might.

079: *beeps* I am able to locate the kitchen, but I will need to be plugged into the facilities security systems inorder to do so. *beeps*

053: good! Cause we're gonna make shy the beat! feel better cupcake ever! *hops back onto Lizze*

After they plugged in 079 to the security room, they manged to find their way onto the kitchen.

053: *puts on a little chief's hat* Alright Lizze, if we're going to make this the best feel better cupcake ever! We're going to need ingredients! *goes over to the fridge and starts pulling out all the ingredients necessary to make a cupcake* *struggles to hold all the ingredients*

682: *sighs* *uses his tail to lift 053 up on to the counter with the ingredients* be careful.

053: *giggles* don't worry Lizze, I am an expert at this! I remember seeing my parents make these before, so it should be easy as baking pie! Now, let's begin! First, we need a bowl!

682: *goes through of the cabinets and pulls out a bowl and places it by 053*

053: thank you Lizze! *tries to pick up the flour* n-next we need- *tries to pour it in the bowl* flour! *spills a bunch out and onto the floor and counter*

682: *gets a bit of flour in his face* care full Abby. *wipes the flour off his face*

079: *beeps* I believe that is over the preferred amount of flour. *beeps*

053: I'm sure it'll be ok! *puts the flour down*

the flour nearly falls off the counter spilling a bit onto 682 again, who caught it with his tail and putting back up onto the counter.

053: Next we need... surger! *grabs the a bag of sugar and starts to pour it into the bowl without any problems* see! No trouble! *starts getting the next ingredients*

079: *beeps* there is a high chance that this will end in a very large mess. *beeps*

682: don't worry to much about that. Let the child do what she's doing, we let the scientists deal with it for later.

An hour and a half later.

The kitchen was in complete chaos. Different ingredients were splattered everywhere, and some how on the ceiling. 053 had fallen asleep on top of 682 while waiting for the cupcake to finishing backing in the oven. 682 had let the young girl fall asleep on his back while he rested by the oven, all while 079 was playing a game of pong against himself. So far the score has been zero to zero. There was then 079 started to be like a timer.

079: *stops his beeping* Cupcake is done.

682 looks up at the oven and gently wakes up 053 from her nap.

053: hm?

682: Cupcake is done.

053: Cupcake? ... oh right! *quickly gets up and grabs some oven mits from on top of the stove and puts them on*

053 opens the oven to a rather, large, clumpy cupcake inside. They retrieve the cupcake and has 682 carry her over to the top of the least dirtiest kitchen counter. 053 places the cupcake down and start to grab some frosting to spread on the cupcake.

053: *grabs a butter knife and starts spreading a glob of pink frosting on the cupcake* Perfect! Now we need sprinkles! *grabs a small shaker of sprinkles* hm... I don't think this will be enough... *turns to 682* Lizze, do you know where we can get more? Like a lot!

682: hm... I think I might know someone who does.

079 was left to watch 053 while 682 left to go find more sprinkles.

053: do you think shy will like the cupcake we made him?

079: *beeps* I'm sure 096 would be slightly, less upset then his usual state.

053: I'll take that as progress!

682: *walks back into the kitchen rolling in a barrel of sprinkles* I'm back.

053: *gasps* That's perfect! Where did you find it!?

682: The Dr. Bright.

053: and he gave it to you!?

682: ... sure let's go with that. *starts opening the barrel of sprinkles*

053: *starts picking them up by the hand full and pouring them onto the cupcake*

079: *beeps* will Dr. Bright notice the absence of his prank barrel of sprinkles?

682: Eh, he won't miss them. Hm... *walks over to the oven and turns it on and leaves it open*

079: *beeps* for the humans to deal with I assume?

682: *chuckles* yep.

053: *finshes putting a hand full of sprinkles on the completely spinkle covered cupcake* done! *moves the cupcake to a tray and holds it* come on Lizze! Let's give it to shy!

682: *walks back over to 053 and pick her up with his tail and onto his back*

079: *beeps* I will meet you both in the hallway, through the hallway security camera. *the screen he was on shuts off switching to some place else*

682: *starts walking out the kitchen*

In the hallway, 096 was still cry loudly by 049's containment cell door. 096 held the small 049 plushie close to his chest, while pawing at the containment cell door, leaving small faint scratch marks onto the door.

He misses the doctor, the doctor understood him, knew him for who he really was, knew the truth about him. Unlike the humans here who understood nothing about him, who did nothing to help him. The plague doctor helped him, treated him with kindness and love. Something he never expected to feel again in his lonely life again. That is, untill the doctor had appeared that one faithful day.

Now, he was gone. They all said he'd come back again but... it still felt like another eternity of loneliness of being poked at by the people who want to terminate him... Except for that one strange scientist who worked here. She was the one who gave him the plushie of the plague doctor in the first place.

Just then 682 rounded the corner again and gently places down 053, who was still holding the cupcake in her hands, 079 popped up in the security camera by the corner.

053: *in whisper* just wait here Lizze! I'll go give shy his cupcake!

682: *sighs* very well.

079: *beeps* I will keep watch from here. *beeps*

053: thanks AL! *she walks over towards 096*

The two other scps watch as 053 walks over to 096, who was still wheeping by the cell door.

053: *slowly approaches 096* h-hello shy.

096: *peaks up* ...

053: I saw you were upset... you miss doc don't you?

096: ... *nods and wheeps a bit*

053: He'll be back soon! They said he'll be back! And I bet he misses you too.

096: *cuddles the plushie closer to his chest and wheeps*

053: I know your really upset right now. So I decided to make you this! *she holds out the cupcake she made to 096* Ta Da! A feel better cupcake!

096: ? ... *tilts his head* ... *points to himself*

053: *nods her head* Mhm! I made it for you!

096 looks at the cupcake for a moment, before looking at 053. With a free hand he gently pulls in 053 into a hug and begins to wheep, not caring about getting some of the cupcake sprinkles on him as he crys, with 035 in his arms along with the plushie.

053: it's ok shy... I'm here for you too. *she hugs him tightly* it's going to be ok...

The two hugged each other as 096 wheept. Mean while, the other two Scps watched from a distance.

079: *beeps* Is this what, emotions, are like for some?

682: *sighs* unfortunately yes.

079: *beeps* interesting... *beeps* I am suprised. *beeps* This seemed to have ended, as some would say... *beeps* Wholesomely. *beeps* It normally ends with a bang-

Just then there was a aloud explosion going off from somewhere close by, as the alarms started to blare through out the hallways and an loud voice over the speaker begin to speak on loop.

Speaker: Alert! There has been an explosion in the k8tchen area of the facility! Please remain calm and direct your way out of the area safely! Reapt-!

682 began to form a small grin on his face.

079: . . . *Beeps* Don't tell 049 about this?

682: *low chuckle* Haha, don't tell Doc.

Sorry this was late.😔 school and work have been a lot late once again.

But I do hope you guys enjoyed day 4 of

Don't Tell Scp 049

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Assassin's creed Lost in Modern Ages

Crossover (SCP Foundation)

September 13, 1478 Venice

It was a cool night in Venice many of the citizens have all retired to their beds after a long day. The streets were empty, with so few wandering the streets, drunks from inns, and thieves that hid in the shadows, while a handful of guards patrolled from the roofs then streets, on the night shift. However, one peculiar plague doctor seemed to be the only current occupant to roam the torch-lit streets of Venice with a cane in hand and his trusty medical bag in the other. After a long day of working to perfect his cure, he decided to find a place of rest, as much as it pained him, eventually, sooner or later, even his own body and mind needed to rest. Besides his work will still be there when he wakes.

His walk was quite peace full, as Venice had nice weather this time of year. The cooling calm winds and... the sound of running footsteps? The doctor heard what sounded like running leather boots clicking against tile roofing. The Doctor looked up to the roofs of the Venice buildings, but saw nothing, only hearing the sounds of the roof tiles clanking.

The sound grew closer as the Doctor stepped carefully along the dim-lit streets, keeping an ear to the sounds of clanking tiles, eventually stepping back a little close by a nearby alleyway entrance, not even realizing that his back was to it. That is until he heard something fall from the roofs above it. Swiftly turning his full body around, he saw someone in hooded robing falling from above the alleyway. This fall was... Quite the systematic one. First, the figure hit his side against a wooden railing of a someone's balcony- "broken rib" -then went falling stomach first onto a metal pole- "lost of oxygen and abdomen damage"- then finally lands back first into the side of a hay cart, no doubt damaging his center spine and the side of the cart that's side was smashed into bits by the figure's fall.

The figure in question groaned loudly in pain as he laid still, trying to regain breath. The Doctor slowly walked over to the figure, leaning down over him to try and get a better look at the damages. It seems this man had already gone through hell before the troublesome fall.

Not only was he pretty sure this man had a damaged spine, cracked rib- well rib(s) now that he has a better look at him. Two arrows lodged into his right shoulder and one in his left outer thigh, a large gash on the right side of his torso, (from a sword no doubt from the size) and to make this matter worse for the man, (at least what the doctor could tell from the visible lower facial features from his hood), his ankle looks like it's seen better days than this. How does he know this? Well, it doesn't take a medical degree to know that ankles... don't normally bend that way for a human.

His ankle probably was what caused the man to fall from the roof, to begin with now that he thinks about it. The Doctor tilted his head curiously at the fallen man, if anyone else was there to see it the man would look more bird-like in comparison. The man's chest was still rising and falling, indicating that he was still alive, which surprised the doctor greatly. Especially after whatever this man had just gone through, including the three-story fall from the rooftops and the harsh landing... By all logic this man should probably be dead by now from the fall... but no. He was still holding on by a thread, but only a thread.

There was something odd about this man. This man seemed to be one of the few handfuls of people who didn't carry the pestilence... but there was something else there... something he couldn't quite place... he had sensed this once before, in another patient once before... something within him... Something ancient. He also looked rather familiar to the doctor, but he wasn't sure as to why.

So many questions.

The doctor decided to take his doctor's stick and try to use it to gently wake the man from his coma. With a gentle poke to the man's hip, hoping that it was the least damaged spot on the poor soul. The man began to steer, as he moaned in pain. The plague doctor backed away slightly to give the man in the hood some space.

Ezio tried to sit up but was hit with both dizziness and nauseousness almost rejecting his launch right then and there. He quickly laid back down with pain stinging with his every movement. He dared not move, for everything felt like it was getting stapped at.

Plague Doctor(049): (in Italian) ah, sei una veglia ora. Are you alright? That was quite the nasty fall you had.

Ezio slowly began to open his eyes for the first time since the fall, as he turned his head slightly towards the sound of the voice that was speaking to him. He would have jumped if he wasn't in so much pain, but he quickly relaxed when he realized that it was just one of the many doctors around Venice.

Ezio: (in his head) (What conveyance. It's not Leonardo conveyance, but it will have to do... wait... did this doctor... not know who I am?) Ugh... do-

Ezio tried to speak but was quickly interrupted by the sounds of shouting guards. This quickly grabbed the plague doctor's attention, as he swiftly turned his beak'd face in the direction from where the yelling was coming from. There he saw four armed guards coming this way, yelling in Italian; "Assassino! Find him! Find the Assassino!".

... so that's why he looked so familiar. The fallen man that was laying in pain before him was the infamous, "Assassino" he's heard so much gossip and talk over, the hooded face of every wanted poster in Venice if not all of Italy. The injuries and arrows logged in his body like a pincushion was starting to make more sense now. He must have been running from the local guards but ended up getting overpowered by them, and no doubt from the rooftops to make the matter worse for the assassin.

Ezio could hear the guards shouting for him. He tried to inch his way into the haybale that was so close to him, but the pain was incredibly unbearable for him to even move. He knew how this story was gonna go, the doctor will surely recognize him now, call the guards over to them, the guards would arrest Ezio, and he'll end up in a deep pit of trouble for this. And right before his latest assassination too. Maybe he can try and convince the doctor to aid him?

Ezio: (in Italian) Signore-! *grunts and heavy breaths* per favore... help me... hide me from the guards- *grunts* I need a doctor.

The doctor thought for a moment. The man didn't have the pestilence, but he definitely, needed a doctor to aid him. Famous wanted assassin or not, he still needed the help of a medical professional. And who better qualified a doctor than the plague doctor himself?

The plague doctor nodded, putting his cane and medical bag aside against the alleyway wall, as he carefully and swiftly grabbed Ezio from under his armpits and dragged him into the large haystack pile from the broken cart. Making sure to hide every inch of his body in it, while making sure not to aggravate his injuries any further.

Once the task was done, he grabbed his cane and bag just in time, as he saw the guards rush up to him. Their weapons were drawn in his direction, nearly inches away from his body. Unfazed by this action, the plague doctor began to speak calmly to them.

Plague doctor: (Italian) Greetings gentleman. How may I help you?

Gaurd 1: Have you seen the Assassino?

Gaurd 2: we saw the bastardo run this way and then fall through here!

Guard 3: you better not be hiding him somewhere!

Gaurd 4: calm yourself fool! Now tell us where he is!?

Plague Doctor: Hm... Well I do believe I saw him crash right here *lightly gestures to the broken cart* and then limp his way, down the end of this street, *faces his head to the right* then made a sharp left at the end of those housings over there. *points to a far distance corner* His condition is poor, he shouldn't be too hard to find.

Guard 4: Heh! He better!

Gaurd 2: We made sure the assassino couldn't run for long.

Gaurd 1: good thinking with spraining his ankle!

Gaurd 3: of course! And with the fall he took, he certainly can not run long.

Plague doctor: clearly.

Guard 1: Scusi?

Plague doctor: will that be all from you gentlemen?

Gaurd 3: ... You better not be trying to trick us you- *raises his rapier at the doctor*

Guard 4: *pushes Gaurd 3's rapier down* easy there, we got the information we wanted. Besides... there's something... *gestures for all the guards to lean in together* *whispers* There's something rather... uncanny about this doctor...

They all looked over at the plague doctor, as he stared right back at them. The plague doctor's grey-blue eyes holding the gaurds stiffly in place.

Plague Doctor: ...

Gaurd 3: ...

Gaurd 4: . . .

Gaurd 2: ...

Gaurd 1: . . . Uhm- *clears throat* right then, uh- thank you signore, that will be all. Have a safe night.

They take their leave down the street glancing back at the doctor every now and then, as the plague doctor stood silently in place, watching them intently as they walked away. Once far enough they soon continued to speed down the street after the assassin.

The doctor sighed, as he began to gently retrieve Ezio out from under the haystack. Laying him upright against the wall.

Plague doctor: are you all right?

Ezio: *hisses in pain* still in pain, but great full. Grazie dottore, I would have been killed or tortured if not for you.

Plague Doctor: of course. Is that not what doctors are for? To aid the sick and dying. Though I suppose in your case, were rather close to.

Ezio: *chuckles bitterly* *pulls his hood down* That bad is it?

Plague Doctor: could be worse my boy.

The Assassino was rather... young. Maybe in his late 20s, from his rather young apreance now that the doctor has a more closer look at him.

Plague Doctor: You might want to loose some of your armor if I am to aid you more effectively.

Ezio: of course. *starts to remove only his more heavier armor leaving his assassin robes and shoulder pads*

Plague Doctor: *goes through his medical bag and starts shuffling through it* Rather young to be living such a thrill seaking life don't you think?

Ezio: *shrugs* not like I had a choice... why did you not turn me in?

Plague Doctor: *pauses* hm?

Ezio: when the gaurds were yelling for me... why didn't you turn me in? Would it not been the safer option? After all, I am the infamous assassino of Italy. A wanted criminal. A killer.

Plague Doctor: ... why like I said before. A doctor's job is to help the people in need from whatever it is that they are suffering from. That includes those who aren't exactly, perfect angels.

Ezio: *chuckles* that's how it goes.

The plague doctor began pulling out what he needed from his medical bag, and began working on Ezio's ankle first. Slowly and carefully the Plague Doctor removed Ezio's leather boot off and started to Lightly touch the twisted ankle to assess the damage done to it. Ezio flinched and hissed at the lightest pressure applied to it.

Well this means the boy might not like what the doctor has to do to fix this...

Plague Doctor: *looks at Ezio with a serious look* you might want to bite down on something.

Ezio: . . . *nods* *takes off his lone glove and puts it in his mouth* *muffled* ready.

Plague Doctor: *nods* just one little readjustment and- *quickly shifts the ankle back into place*

Ezio: *muffled yell* AAAH! *hisses and tears up a bit* . . . Ow...

Plague Doctor: there we are. * pulls out some lavender sented paste and rubbed some of it onto the ankle before carefully wrapping up the ankle* The worst of it has been taken care of. The rest should come easy.

Ezio: *groans* *muffled* glade to hear...

The Plague Doctor began to work his way up from the ankle to the other injuries. He began removing the arrow from his outer thigh and patching up the wound, next he sowed up the large gash on his torso side, then got to the other two arrows stuck in his shoulder.

The assassin was lucky that his armor kept the arrows from piercing his skin any deeper. The plague doctor then took care of what he could from the outside for the ribs and back before finally bandaging the rest of his ribs in place.

Plague Doctor: there we go. With out the aid of surgery, I'm afraid all I can offer is out of body treatment for the broken ribs and back. However some simple rest should help heal both with time-

Ezio: *muffled* No! *takes the glove out his mouth and puts it back on* I have important business to take care of tomorrow, that requires me to be in top physical shape. I can not wait that long for me to make a full recovery.

Plague Doctor: hmm... There is... maybe something I could do that might be able to boost your body's recovery time... However, it is experimental and I have yet to find a suitable subject who's willing to test it and showed me any useful results other than... the usual results.

Ezio: hm... we'll I guess you're in luck Doctor. *slowly sits up a bit* I'll be willing to test it.

Plague Doctor: *perks up a bit* really? Your more then willing to test my new concoction?

Ezio: Sì. If it means I'm healed up quicker, then I'm more then willing. For much is at stake tomorrow.

Plague Doctor: Marvelous! I'll prepare it at once!

Ezio: Bene, the sooner I can move again the sooner I can get back to what I need to do.

Plague Doctor: of course, my boy! *begins to excitedly shuffle through his bag for everything that he needed*

The plague doctor pulled out two glass vials and a syringe. one of the viles was full of a mysterious black liquid substince and the other seemed to be half full with some kind of red liquid with a light shimmer to it. Ezio watched intently as the plague doctor stuck the needle into the vile with the back substince, filling it up only half way, before moving onto the other vile and only taking a small quarter of the red shimmery liquid.

The plague doctor then turned over to Ezio.

Plague Doctor: I will need a bit of your blood inorder for this to work.

Ezio: *nods* do what you must, Doctor.

Plague Doctor: *nods* lend me your arm.

Ezio: *lifts up his arm to the Plague Doctor*

Plague Doctor: You'll only feel a small pinch. *carefully sticks the syringe into the inside of Ezio's elbow*

The doctors fills the rest of the syringe with Ezio's blood as he takes the needle out and let's the three liquids mix together, creating a more shimmery lighter black liquid color.

Ezio: *puts his arm back up for the Doctor*

Plague Doctor: *chuckles* I appreciate the dedication, but that won't be necessary.

Ezio: huh? *confused*

Plague Doctor: inorder for this to have any possible chances of succeeding. The injection must be inserted into you back, specifically the spinal cord.

Ezio: I see... *takes a deep breath in and out* ... *carefully moves towards the plague doctor and turns around*

Ezio lifted up the back of his robes revenge his bare, scarred, back, sitting up as straight as he could.

Ezio: ready.

Plague Doctor: Bene. *takes the syringe and carefully injects the liquid in Ezio's upper spine, just under the neck joint and right on one of Ezio's nerve line*

Ezio: Gah!

Ezio would have flinch but for a moment he couldn't move, it wasn't untill the syringe was removed that Ezio regained his ability to move again.

Plague Doctor: *starts to quickly put away his things and pulls out a leather-bound journal* Do you mind if I write down the effects that this new cure has on you?

Ezio: Effects?

Plague Doctor: Of course, after all I did say this concoction was new. So, how do you feel?

Ezio: hm... we'll I feel fine-

Ezio was cut off, as he begain to feel strange. The injected area of his spinal nerves felt like they were on fire, slowly traveling down his back into the rest of his bones. Ezio grit his teeth, but even them, his teeth left like they were set a flame.

Ezio: Grr- but now I feel like my whole skeleton is on fire!

The Doctor quickly jotted down Ezio's sudden reaction in his leather-bound journal. Careful observing the effects the liquid mix has on Ezio.

The burning felt like it was getting worse as Ezio did his best to keep silent less the gaurds hear him and come back for them. Ezio's body suddenly started to shake like it was cold, even though his body felt like it was lit a blaze.

The Plague Doctor could only watch and observe. Already he didn't seem pleased with the effects.

Plague Doctor: ... (oh no. It seems the results will be the same again with this one. First the burning feeling in the bones, the uncontrollable chill like shaking-)

Ezio: *quickly breathing*

Plague Doctor: (quick and short breaths... then-)

Ezio: *breathing slows down before slowly starting slouch back*

Ezio's body stopped shaking and began to slouch against the alleyway wall, unmoving.

Plague Doctor: ... hm? usually they vomit the sryum out before passing... *sighs* *closes his journal* it would seem this one was nothing more, but a repeated reaction as the other specimens. Though I suppose the, not vomiting, was somewhat of a change... a poor young soul... though his passing was not left in vain, for it was for the good o-

Ezio: *groans* uh... *sits up fully and rubs the back of his neck*

Plague Doctor: *perks up in surprise* . . . mon Dieu... he's alive?

Ezio: *stretches* Uhg... did... did the medicine work?

Plague Doctor: *slowly stands up grabing his Doctor's cane and offers it to Ezio* only one way to find out my boy.

Ezio: ... *slowly reaches to take the plague doctor's cane*

Using the cane as leverage, Ezio pulled himself up using the Plague Doctor's cane and letting his hurt ankle take the first step on solid ground. Ezio winced for a moment expecting to feel pain, but the pain never came. Ezio straightened his posture as he handed the cane back to the plague doctor.

Ezio took a few small steps in place and began rolling some of his joints around, testing them, hardly believing what had just happened.

Plague Doctor: *smirks (if he visbly could)* Now, how do you feel?

Ezio: I feel... I feel... *unsheaths his sword and begins lightly spinning it around with his wrist motion only*

Ezio then proceeded to practice swing the blade at the air, before flinging it into the air, almost like the blade weighed nothing to him at all. Ezio almost with sharp pursition, catching it with just his his index and middle finger like it was a throwing knife.

Ezio: I feel like a whole new assassino! *chuckles* *re-sheaths his sword*

Plague Doctor: The boost effects of my cure seem to have kicked in rather quickly. *opens his journal again and starts writing things down* You have truly impressed me assassino.

Ezio: please, call me Ezio. You have earned my trust Doctor on this one. I can not thank you enough for this- cure. You call it? That you have given me. The boost effects are greatly impressive.

Plague Doctor: of course, Ezio. *puts his journal back into his medical bag* For my cure, is most effective.

Ezio: effective indeed. *flexes his hand joints* ...

Ezio starts shuffling through his pouch, pulling out a small pouch handing it over to the Plague Doctor. The Doctor took the small pouch, opening it to reveal a good amount of Florins with in the pouch. The doctor looked at Ezio with confusion, as he tilted his head.

Ezio couldn't help but compare the doctor's current look to a that of a crow. The plague Doctor then handed the money back into Ezio's gloved hand.

Plague Doctor: This is quite the portion of Florins. I could not except this I-

Ezio: I insist. For everything that you have done for me this day, for not just saving my life, but the many lives of Venice. You've earned this.

Plague Doctor: you testing my sryum was more than enough of a thank you.

Ezio: *sighs and put the Florins back on his pouch* Then my I at least walk you to your place of residency? Ro make sure you get home safe?

Plague Doctor: that will not be necessary. For I haven't settled in one spot for a very, long time.

Ezio: you travel?

Plague Doctor: indeed. For I have traveled over many places in Eroup, to eradicate a deadly disease, better known as, the pestilence.

Ezio: (does he mean the bubonic plague?) Hm... well if that is the case, then my I at least settle you to an inn? I know one of good quality that I stay in every now and then.

Plague Doctor: sí, I would appreciate that very much, thank you.

Ezio: it is no trouble doctor.

Ezio escorted the plague doctor to one of the Inns in Venice. Letting the inn keeper know that the plague doctor would be staying and to treat the man well.

Inn keeper: of course, Assassino! After saving my business, I'd be more then happy to aid you I anyway I can!

Ezio: Bene, Grazie! Take good care of this man while he is here. *pats the plague doctor's shoulder* you will be in good hands here doctor.

Plague Doctor: Grazie, assassin. I hope our paths my cross again in the future.

Ezio: as do I.

The inn keeper hands the plague doctor the keys to his room where he'll be staying in. The two begin walking towards the stair case when Ezio stops them for a moment.

Ezio: oh uh, one last thing before I take off.

Plague Doctor: what is it, Ezio?

Ezio: got any poison? I've been meaning to restock but, got turned around a bit, as you probably know why. *scratches the back of his head*

Plague Doctor: *nods* of course. *shuffles through his back and pulls out a small bottle of poison* will this suffice?

Ezio: Bene! Thank you. *takes the poison and stores it away* are you sure you don't need any flo-

Plague Doctor: *waves his hand a bit dismissively* no need my boy, as I had said before that you testing my latest cure was good enough of a thank you.

Ezio: very well then. I wish you safe travels Doctor.

Plague Doctor: and I wish you luck as well, Ezio.

Ezio: *smiles and waves goodbye before heading out of the Inn*

The plague doctor begins walking up the stairs to find his room in the Inn. Once the plague doctor finds and unlocks his room door, he opens it and walks into the room. He began setting his things down when he noticed something sparkling from his windowsill from the corner of his eye. He turned and walked over to get a better look at what it could be. He was then met with what looked to be a small leather pouch full of Florins inside as well as a note on top of it. The Doctor picked up the pouch with one hand then took out the Note from the pouch to read it.

It read as follows.

To the doctor, thank you for the service you have done for me this night. You have saved many more lives then just mine. I hope these Florins help you well enough on your journey.

From, Ezio.

The doctor snorts a bit. A stubborn boy. He thinks to himself. Something told the doctor that the assassin would be just fine on his own journey. He took a glance around to see Ezio was still somewhere around, but saw no one along the empty streets. Seeing as finding the assassin to bring the money back would be a fruitless task. He is most likely hiding no doubt, because the plague doctor could still sense a familiar presence somewhere close by. With the shake of the head the doctor went to go put the given Florins into his medical bag, then walked back to the window to close it shut.

Ezio watched as the plague doctor closed his room window, smiling as he went off to Leonardo's place to rest for the night. He had a big day tomorrow, and he had one heck of a story to tell Leonardo in the morning at breakfast.

Welp! I hope you enjoyed this mini crossover of Assassin Creed and The SCP foundation! I have actually been proofing and rewriting it for some time now, I do hope you guys enjoyed it!

Stay safe and see you in the next post! 👋 🌙

Don't tell Scp 049

Day 3

035, 106, 076, and 079 have found themselves in the foundation gym, they decided to mess around with the equipment out of boredom. 076 however thought it would be fun to see who could run 3 miles in just under 10 minutes. The mask willing to take Able up on that offer went first. 079 was keeping track of both miles passed and time.

035: *using an exercises bike* *out of breath* Where we at?

079: *has appeared in one of the gym T.Vs* *beeps* 0.7 miles. Time 1.45 minutes.

076: *groans* speed up faster mask! You'll never make it!

106: Ya come on! I thought you said you could make your host run as a fast as you want?

035: well I'm also decaying at the same time now aren't I!!!

076: *pulls out a megaphone amd puts it close to the mask's ear* three mile mask! Three miles Mask!

079: *beeps* 2 minutes 035.

079: Speed up faster maggot!!!

035: I'M TRYING B@#$!!!

106: *sitting by 035* ... *looks over at 035 with a smug grin on his face* Should we get food? What kind of food do you want-

035: shut up!

106: Oh! What if we-

035: OH GOD STOP TALKING TO MEE!!

106: oh! I have an idea! What if I snuck into the foundation dinning hall and we got some hotdogs?

035: AAAAAAAH!!!

5 minutes in

076: *checks the time on 079* Heh, your actually doing good for a mask. Your actually almost there.

035: *heavy breathing and keeps pedaling faster*

076: your breathing is getting better too.

035: *ignores and keeps going*

106: ... hehe. Hey Able I don't think he heard you- *grabs the megaphone and put it next to 035's ear* 035 your breathing is-

035: *smacks the megaphone away* I WILL F@#$ING KILL YOU!!!

076: *chuckles* Haha!

9 minutes in.

106: *still holding the megaphone* Oasis... Oasis... Oasis...

035: *Getting even more annoyed*

106: ... Oasissss-

079: *beeps* time. Total. *beeps* 9.13 min-

035: F@#$ING @$$HOLE!!!

106: What!? 035 you got 9.13!

035: AAAAH! *headbutts the wall*

4 minutes after.

106: ...

076: *arms crossed*

035: *has a bandage over a crack in the forehead part of his mask* I am sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. The pre-workout got me all hopped up, then there's the stain on 049's room carpet, the 05 councils's expectancies-

106: mhm.

035: the standards are pretty high.

079: *shifts the security camra to behind 035*

There is a midsized hole in the wall that 035 had created with his headbutt.

035: the stress just really got to me. And I'm sorry.

106: it's fine.

035: good, good... alright! *claps his hands together* Able your turn!

076: Heh! I'll show you all how a real warrior runs! *gets on the bike*

1 minute later.

The hole that 035 had made was now a much bigger hole that has breached through the other side of the wall, hitting and knocking out one of the unfortunate researchers stand unknowingly in the line of fire. The back wheel on the exercise bike had completely flew off, as it was unable to handle Able's speed and strength. The alarms blared through the site as the group of anomalies stared at the now massive hole in the wall.

106: ...

076: ...

035: ...

079: ...

076: ... Don't tell the bird-man?

035 and 106: Don't tell doc.

079: *beeps* agreed. *dispears off the monitor*

106: *disappears through the floor*

035: *books it out the door*

076: *jumps out the nearest Window*

Don't tell scp 049

[Day 1][Day 2] [Current Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]

Don't Tell scp-049

Day 2

Day 2 of scp-049 being absent from site 19. While scp 035 and scp 076 are wreck havoc in the main area scp 106 decided to go and explore some of the other scp containment chambers, hoping to possably torment any anomalous creatures in his pocket dimension. However he end up finding himself in scp 049's empty containment chamber instead.

106: *peaks out of the wall* HEEEERES LAWRENCE- ... empty. Damn it! ... *looks around the cell*

The cell was a plain white room, a single cot on the left side wall of the cell, and a desk close by it, had several different tables with different test tunes and chemical sets, placed on them in a somewhat chaotic order, in the center of the other side of the room was seemed to look like a surgical area, there he saw a large overhead light above an operating table next to it a rolling cart, resting on top were some cleaned up surgical tools and by the wall next to the surgery area was a lone sink.

It then came to 106 that he was in the plague doctor's cell.

106: huh... *picks up one of 049's scalpels and fiddles with it* eh... I'll never understand why the doctor does this stuff... *looks down at the scalpel he's holding for a moment* . . .

Half an hour later.

106: *wearing a paper made plague doctor's mask and speaks in a mediocre french accent* HMMM YES PeStIlEnCe AnD DiSeAsEs! *sniffing sounds* WHOOP! I sEmLl PeStIlEnCe iN yOu! *swings the scalpel around* DYO YOU PORCELAIN B@#$! I SAID DON'T TOUCH MY SH*T! *starts waving his arms around in the air still holding the scalpel* EvErYoNe LiStEn To mE aNd EvErY eArFuLl AnNoYiNg CoMmAnDs I hAvE tO SaY cAuSe yOu IdIotS cAn'T dO sH*T RiGhT! *swings the scalpel around some more* LoOk aT mE AnD mY bIg @$$ BeAk FaCe AnD LiStEn To mY OUTRAGEOUS FRENCH ACCENT!!! VERY OUTRAGEOUS!!!

Scp 035 over hears yelling from 049's chambers and takes a peek inside the room to see what was going on, only to find 106 stomping around the plague doctor's cell wearing a poorly made plague doctor's mask.

106: HaVe NO FeAr DeAr PaTiEnTs fOr I! *tries to do a scalpel trick spin but nearly drops it* Oh sh*t- *catches it last second and lifts it in the air* AM THE CURE!!! NOW I WILL CURE THE PESTIL-

035: *leaning on the cell door* Nice impersonation attempt.

106: *freezes in place* . . . Uh... h-how long were you standing there for?

035: ... *pulls out a well made mask connect piece of a plague doctor's lower mask and puts it over the mouth part of his face* *starts talking in 049's voice* long enough to show you how to impersonate the good doctor properly.

106: ...

035: *smug energy* ...

106: ... don't tell the Doctor-

035: Don't, tell, Doc.

30 minutes later.

035: *still in 049's voice* pass me the scalpel, my dear good doctor.

106: of course good doctor. *passes 035 the scalpel*

035: *cuts something with the scalpel* pass the glue, now.

106: glue! *hands 035 the glue*

035: *glues something* and done! Our patient has been cured of the pestilence!

Sitting there on the plague doctor's surgical table was a bar of carved soap in the shape of what apear to be the shape of a platypus, with beak and limbs made from gluw and cut popsicle sticks.

106: ... I hate to use such language, but our patient looks like sh*t.

035: In your eyes maybe good doctor! But I think this surgery was a complete success! *stretches his arms out*

There was a sudden crash of shattering glass next to them.

106: O_O . . .

035: *is now the tragedy mask* . . .

Both turn to the left and looked down to see one of the plague doctor's test-tubes full of strange black liquid substince had spilled on the only carpet in the entire room.

035: *in his normal voice* ... oh that's not good.

106: *his normal voice and takes if his mask* OH YOU THINK!?? Why the hell does he have a single white f@#$ing carpet in his entire cell!?

035: oh that's an easy answer! Cause his feet hurt when he stands in a single spot for a long period of time when he does surgery, so he had them put a carpet next to his surgery table to-

106: NEVER MIND THAT! We gotta clean this sh*t up before anyone sees!

035: OK! Ok! Relax! I know where doc keeps his rags at! *goes to find a rag in one of the cupboards* Where the f@#$ did doc move the stupid-

106: hurry up!

035: SHUT UP I GOT IT! *grabs a rag* found it! *runs it under warm water in a nearby sink and starts cleaning the stain on the rug* Oh no, not the CARPET!!!

106: Doc is going to kiiill you!!!

035: *scrubs harder* ooh Doc is gonna kill me!

The black liquid doesn't go away, as it stains the rag as well.

035: Ooh WHAT HAVE I DOOOONE! OOOH NO, OH NO, OH NOOOO!

The stain doesn't go away and starts to get bigger as 035 continues to scrub at it.

035: OH I'M MAKING IT WORSE!!!

106: *starts laughing* oh this turned over quickly completely!

035: OOOH YOU @$$HOLE!!! You made this happen!!!

106: I DIDN'T MAKE YOU FLING YOUR CLUMSY @$$ HOST HANDS AT THE GLASS TUBES!!!

035: UUUGH! ... *looks up at the cell security camera* Oh Doc please don't watch the security footage please! Uuugh! It was all Lawrence's Fault!

106: I wasn't the one who broke his sh*t! That was you!

035: YA BUT YOU WERE IN DOC'S ROOM WHEN HE TOLD US NOT TOO!!!

106: YOU BROKE HIS SH*T! NOT ME!!!

035: YOU F@#$ING WENT INTO HIS ROOM FIRST!!!

106: OK! you know what! Let's just say 682 did this or something. I mean the doctor isn't gonna be back here in a week maybe the foundation will clean up his room or something.

035: *sighs* fine! Your right! Your right! *stands up and puts the rag in the sink and looks down at the mess* ... you think he'll notice?

106: *looks down at the stain as well*

The stain has became bigger and is nearly a gaint black blob on the carpet.

106: . . . No, I don't think he will...

035: ... Ok, so we both agree to never speak of this again?

106: agreed.

035: Don't tell Doc.

106: Don't tell Doc. *sinks into his pocket dimension portal on the ground*

035: *quickly leaves the room while whistling*

🤫

Ssssssh!

...

Don't tell Doc.

[Day 1] [currently Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]

Don't tell scp-049

Day 1

049 has been temporarily moved to another site for the week. Before leaving however 049 reminds every to not cause to much trouble while he's away, however two particular scps see this as a window of opertunity

035: *has a researcher host and is currently ductaping 049-j to the ceiling* Hehe!

076: *is helping by holding 049-j in place* *snickers*

049-J: *sweating profusely* ...Well this is quite the bother...

106: *just watching* *wheezes* Haha!

682: *walks in with 053 on his back*

053: *holding 079* Uhm... what are you guys doing?

035: ductaping Doc's werid little brother to the ceiling~.

076: Haha! *holding 049-J to the ceiling*

049-J: *bird screeching noises*

079: *beeps* request to ask, why are you two doing such an idiotic thing? *beeps*

076: cause it's funny and entertaining as hell! Haha!

053: and what about you? *points to the old man*

106: oh I just came to watch them torment the little bastard! *wheezes* Haha!

682: The doctor will surely be pissed at the two of you if he found out that you two were doing this to his werid little nuisance of a brother. Especially you, 035.

035: oh ya, that reminds me- Don't. Tell. Doc. About this *chuckles* he'll be very, very, very upset, so guys whatever you do. *puts more tape on 049-j* Don't. Tell. Doc!

053: ... He's gonna find out-

035: Don't. Tell. Doc!

106: he's gonna know, they have security footage here.

035: Don't. Tell. Doc- he doesn't watch any if the security footage!

079: *beeps* he helps me edit, a calculation of *whirling noises* *beeps* 20.7% of the security footage when the security team isn't around.

035: Well then. *turns to face one of the security cameras* Doc if you some how find out, I will repaint the ceiling and watch your crackhead brother for a week. *putting more ductap on 049-J*

106: you're both are so dead. *wheezes* but it's worth the watch at J's expense! Haha!

035: Doc's not gonna know!

049-J: He'll watch!

076: *ductapes 049-j's beak up* Silence smaller bird-man!

682: I live for the day that the plague doctor finally smashes you you into bits 035. Within a week is most likely the day he finally does.

035: he won't know! Just Don't tell Doc! It's perfectly fine. *finshes ductaping 049-J to the ceiling* there! *pats the tap down* finished!

076: *let's go and steps back chuckling* tiny bird-man is now the ceilings problem!

049-J is now ductaped to the ceiling of the site 19 break room. 049-J tries to break from his ductape imprisonment, but doesn't move an inch.

035: This is truly legacy!

076: Haha!

106: *wheezes* Haha!

682: *shakes his head with disappointment* Idiots... all of them. Idiots.

053: I feel bad for J...

079: *beeps* Don't feel to bad for him. He had this one coming. *beeps*

Hope you enjoyed day one of Don't Tell scp 049. Inspired by both "Don't tell Amy" from Unus Annus and one clip from scp explained when they literally said in there video with scp 049 and 096 where a reasercher said "Don't tell scp 049." And I was ha that kind of reminds me of when Mark was like Don't tell Amy. XD

Then I came up with this little idea. Yes there will be more of this all the way till day 7, so stat tuned for that! Oh and remember to stay safe and-

Don't tell Scp-049

[Current Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]

Dr.[REDACTED]: guys scp-049 has been acting very strange these past few days. When finally presented with the opportunity to do one of it's surgeries, it completely ignored the D-class within it's cell. Which isn't typically something like 049 to do, passing up an opportunity like that.

035: *in his containment cell in the background over hearing this* Oh Ya! Because you know him soooo well- shut your faaace!

I know I've been throwing this idea around but it never really kicked off sooooo...

Since summer is finally here and school is out I have more time (and out of excuses) to actually do and commit stuff.

I have decided to just do an ask regarding to just me for now. I might open up ask for other characters I've created, but for now I'll have ask for me aaaand-

I'm proud to say I'll actualy draw out the asks instead of the usual

chat text

I do 24/7 with my headcanons. Soooo... YA!

Go ahead and send ask to me whenever, whether it be about art other fandoms, heck I'll even let you guys send me drawing request and ideas ever now and then. Just note that I won't always do those so don't freak out to hard if I don't do them, it'll just be an every now and then thing.

just want to put up some boundaries though cause let's be real there are a few jeepers creepers out there that are just... not ok.

rules:

Reminder that I am a MINOR ya I'm a young adult but STILL A MINOR, so please send age appropriate asks and nothing too personal.

Don't send any creepy messages I've already had enough personal experience with such things and rather not suffer that again here.

Don't send negative comments to me because boi if you don't like what I do then why are you asking me? constructive criticism is ok though.

If your gonna make an art request make sure the request is also AGE APPROPRIATE.

no the earth isn't flat... idk why I typed that but I'm leaving it there anyway.

Welp! those are the rules. I can't wait to start answering questions and drawing myself out as my Main OC the face of this blog

MoonLight Guardian of the Moon and Elemental of the Light! 🌙

All the scps in site 19 are be relocated in a truck together to New Jersey after a failed containment breach caused the Site to explode.

035: *locked in a glass case* . . .

079: *sitting on a wheeled push cart* . . .

106: *is secured down* ...

076: *has his insta-kill collar* *grumpy* >=( ...

682: *in a tank of acid* *same* >=( ...

096: *has a bag over his head* *sad* *whimpers* ... *scoots slowly over next to 049* *whimpers*

049: *has his neck and wrist restraints on* *sighs and pets 096 and hums to it*

035: ... Hey Doc?

049: hm?

035: is this our vacation?

049: ... ya.

035: oh... *awkward pause* ... hey Doc?

049: what?

035: are we trash?

049: hm... kind of.

035: ooh... *is now sad too*

Everyone: . . .

079: . . . *beep* Conclusion. *beep* This sucks.

Hope you liked this werid family guy incorrect quote reference that my brain randomly generated out of no where!

😎👋 🌙

Dr. ■■■■: *walks into 035's chamber* ok 035 let's begin your- ... what the [REDACTED]?

035: *wearing a gamer headset, and is playing minecraft on an old computer* *turns around to Dr.■■■■* ...

Dr. ■■■■: ... I-

035: GET OUT OF MY ROOM I'M PLAYING MINECRAFT!

079: *switches screen* *whirl sound* *beeps* pls help me.

Dr.■■■■: . . .

Scps 106 and 049 are chilling in one of the empty foundation cafeteria areas.

106: so that's when I- *sniffs the air* what's that... chemical smell?

049: *writing in his journal, not looking up from it* black spray paint.

106: what were you painting?

A black spray painted ball comes rolling into the cafeteria by their table.

035: *inside the ball* Oh, you think your so funny! Well, as soon as I find my way out, YOUR DEAD DOC-

049: *kicks ball into a spin*

035: *spinning aggressively in the ball* AHH!

106: *Wheezy laugh* HaHaHA!

Welp! Hope you guys liked my first short SCP headcanon, cause I'm gonna start making those now too. 😎👌

The Epic Adventures of Malik and Leonardo

Episode 4

It was dark, cold, and wet as Malik was laying flat on his back on the wet, sandy, shore line of a beach. A bruise had formed a dark shade of purple on his forehead, his cloths were soaked for the cold ocean waters as fingers began to sink a little onto the sand as time went on for who knows how long now.

Voice: Brother, please wake up.

Malik: hm... w-what? *sits up and rubs his head*

Malik noticed a little plastic bag tied to his wrist, that looked like the other half was torn apart from it.

Malik: ... (what happen?)

Voice: Don't you remember what happened brother? What happened to the artist... out at sea?

Malik turned immediately pale as the memories of what happened came rushing back to him. The narrow escape they had with two templar agents, the water ride down the New York water canal, getting hit twice in the forehead, him and Leonardo getting sent out to sea- ... Leonardo... Leonardo-

Malik: DA VINCI! *gets up and starts looking around frantically* DA VINCI! LEO! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!? LEONARDO!!!

Malik starts running down the shore, looking around for the renaissance artist, when not a moment later, Malik makes a sharp stop as he skids across the sand to see by the shoreline someone laying unconscious in the sand.

Malik: Leonardo?! *runs over to the person*

Sure enough, it was Leonardo. He was found laying on his side shivering from the cold waters tgat have left also soaked his cloths. His beret, luck for him, was just a few inches away from his person, sitting soaked and dirtied by the sand. His wrist also had the other half of the plastic bag that Leonardo had tied around both him and Malik's wrist.

Malik: Leo! *helps lift him a bit, but keeps him on his side* Hey! Leonardo! *slaps him a bit on the cheek* Hey! come on Leonardo! Speak to me damn it!

Malik couldn't help but remember something similar like this happening once. Back when he and Altair were novices, Malik rememberes a particular time when he was trying to teach Altair how to swim. His brother Kadar was there to support them as Malik tried to coach Altair how to swim. Only for Altair to end up being accidentally swept up by the current the minute he tried to get his first stroke in. Malik had to not only save him, but also resuscitate him while his brother panicked the whole time.

"in a whisper"

Malik: "Novice. Never again." *turns Leonardo over and is about to resuscitate him*

Just before Malik could do anything, Leonardo began to move a little, when all of a sudden he quickly sat up straight and began to cough up all the sea water from his lungs, regaining his breath after the water was all out.

Leonardo: *still shaking a bit* *cough* *cough* uh... M-Malik?

Malik: *face covered in the coughed up sea water* . . . charming, but yes- *wipes the water off his face* it's me.

Leonardo: S-Scusate about that M-Malik. *grabs his Beret and wrings out a bit of the water*

Malik: *sighs* it's fine Leonardo. Belive me, you could have done worse to me while waking up from something like that.

Leonardo: *puts his hat back on his head* How so?

Malik: Well, *takes the plastic off his wrist* like you could have socked me clean in the jaw or eye while waking up.

Leonardo: *chuckles* had a personal first hand experiences, I'm guessing? *takes the plastic off his wrist too*

Malik's mouth formed a straight line as he remembered the aftermath of resuscitating Altair back to life. The first time it happened he could see Altair's chest rising and falling like normal. Signaling that he was still alive, but he didn't move other then that. Not until Malik got closer, mid-way saying his name, Altair shot up and socked Malik in the face out of reflex. Altair apologized after words but the memory of how hard he hit him just kind of stuck with him. He also remembered how his brother's worry turned into laughter at his brothers poor misfortune. The second time however, happend kind of similarly, but he ended up getting hit in the eye instead. He stopped trying to teach Altair how to swim after that.

Malik: -_- ... ya, you can say that. Let's go with that... how are you feeling?

Leonardo: Much better now. *forms a small smile* Thanks to you of course.

Malik: it was no trouble. "not the first time I had to save a drowning man".

Leonardo: *tilts his head in curiosity at Malik* ...

Malik: ... What? Is something-

Leonardo: *grabs both side of Malik's head, pulls his forehead up closer to himself and seems to be examining Malik's forehead*

Malik: Hey! *struggles in his grip* What hell are you doing!?

Leonardo: My that's quite the nasty bruise you have on your head. You need medical attention right away!

Malik: *breaks free from Leonardo's grip* I'm fine for now Leonardo.

Leonardo: are you sure? A bruise like that on the head would have knocked you cold at least for a long while.

Malik didn't want to think about how long they might have been there for, seeing how it is now pitch back in the night means they have been a drift at sea for hours. He was just glad he didn't lose his memories or got some kind of head trauma. Who knows if Leonardo would have woken up if Malik hadn't waken up as well.

Malik: ... I'm fine really Leonardo.

He didn't want to think about that.

Malik: *quickly stands up* Now let's- *almost tips over from dizziness* wow-!

Leonardo: *catches him and sits him back down* I think other wise.

Malik: Ugh- I told you I'll be ok. I just stood up to quickly... what of yourself? Your lungs were practically like water balloons when I found you.

Leonardo: I am still breathing, am I not. Though it seems like one of us will pass out not only from exhaustion, but a hit to the head as well.

Malik: *sighs* Look, once we find shelter for the night, you can mother me all you like. *searches his jacket pocket for the drive* at least we escaped with the-

Malik felt around his pocket for the drive only to find, it wasn't in there.

Malik: sh*t!

Leonardo: what's wrong, Malik?

Malik: Damn it! The drive is gone! It could have been carried off MILES out to sea for all-

Leonardo: *pulls out the drive in the plastic baggie* this?

Malik: ...

Leonardo: *chuckles* have no fear my friend, it is safe with me.

Malik: *sighs in relief* thank god you suggested that we carry it in a plastic bag.

Leonardo: Wel, looking back on it now, it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Malik: *nods* guess so.

Leonardo: ... *looks around* ... uh... Malik?

Malik: yes Leo?

Leonardo: Where are we exactly?

Malik: ... I'm not sure? *slowly stands up this time and Helps Leonardo up*

The two turned around to see a large metal fence concreted down, sperating the beach from a roadway that was illuminated by street lights. Not to far from the road was a billboard, while the roadway continued on towards a large city.

Leonardo: ... are we still in New York? Or are we... some place else?

Malik: hm... that billboard might give us a bit more information. I doubt our phones will work, after being washed up from the shores. *starts walking towards the fence*

Leonardo: *puts the drive away and quickly follows behind*

Once they got to the Fence, Malik began to swiftly climb up over the fence. Despite getting his prosthetic arm wet, it still functioned as normal as he scaled the chain linked fence. He'll have to thank Rebecca again later for the water tight protection. Once he reached the top, he dropped down with a tuck an roll landing perfectly on the other side.

Leonardo: ...

Malik: ok, your turn Leonardo. Be quick though, I fear someone will not want us to be here this time of hour.

Leonardo: coming! ... *starts to slowly climb the fence*

Leonardo slowly made his way up the chain linked fence, making sure not to slip or miss place his footing. Once he reached the top he froze as he looked down, suddenly realizing now how tall he underestimated the fence.

Malik: ... well? What's the hold up?

Leonardo: it's uh... rather high... don't you think?

Malik: come now Leonardo, your over exaggerating.

The fence seemed to be a 12 feet tall fence. To Leonardo this might as well have been a building ledge. Malik however.

Malik: it's just a short drop down, nothing more.

Leonardo: *gulps* uh... I think I'll just climb down. *is getting ready to climb down* you'll catch me if I fall right?

Malik: *sighs* you have my word.

Leonardo: Grazie. *starts to make a slow decent down*

As he got closer half way down the water dripping from his clothes caused Leonardo to slip by accident as he began to fall the rest of the way down.

Leonardo: AAAH! MALIK! CATCH ME CATCHMECATCHME-

Malik: HOLD ON! *Jumps over to Leonardo and catches him*

The gravity pulled the two down as Malik caught Leonardo, but sadly got the worst of it as Leonardo landed on top of him.

Leonardo: *laying on top of Malik* ugh... grazie Malik... for catching me...

Malik: no trouble Leonardo... no trouble at all... now would you be so kind... as to get off of me now?

Leonardo: oh! *quickly gets off of Malik* scusate Malik. *scratches the back of his head*

Malik: *gets up* it's fine Leonardo. *sighs* now then, let's see where we are. *walks towards the Billboard*

Leonardo: *follows behind*

Once they reached the billboard. Their eyes widen almost in perfect unison as they read; welcome to Jacksonville Florida. Malik's left eye started to twitch as he kept re-reading the billboard over and over in his head.

Leonardo: uh... Malik? ...

Malik: *through gridded teeth* yes? Leonardo?

Leonardo: ... We some how seem to have ended up in Florida...

Malik: I can see that quite well Leonardo... what I want to know is... How. The. hell. Did WE END UP IN FLORIDA!!!

Leonardo: ... Well... look on the bright side Malik.

Malik: *just glares a Leonardo* how... I wanna know... how exactly there is a bright side to all this?

Leonardo: . . . At least we're not dead? *shrugs sheepishly and nervously*

Malik: . . . Heh. . . Heheh... Haha! *insane laughter* at least we're not dead he says! Haha! nahn lam namta! (We're not dead!) Haha- *slowly just falls onto his knees* Uugh... we're so screwed. . .

Leonardo: ... *puts his index finger to his chin* maybe that hit to the head did more damage then I feared.

Malik: ... *sighs* L-Look I'm sorry... I will admit... that was probably not a pleasant sight to see... it's late, we're tired... *stands back up* let's just start walking towards the city and find a place to stay... *Yawns* Then we'll wake up with a more rested minds and plan our way back home, before William comes to pick up the drive in New York.

Leonardo: *nods* sounds like a good plan to me.

Malik: good, now let's make our way over then... it's going to be a long walk. *starts walking in the direction of the city*

Leonardo: *is about to follow Malik but suddenly stops and turns around* hm?

Leonardo turns around in the opposite direction of city and notices a bright light, not to far from where he was standing.

Leonardo: *turns back over at Malik before looking back at the bright light, then back to Malik* ... *starts rushing toward the bright lights*

Malik: *walking exhaustedly towards the city* ... *starts to rub his forehead from the pain* Ugh... Leonardo... I want to apologize for... all this- and before you say, oh it's not your fault, nothing could have been done, like you always do... I just want to say that I still can't help but feel responsible for dragging us both into this mess... Gah! I shouldn't have left my guard down even for a second! ... I shouldn't have been so distracted in my own mind from the past... But I guess... maybe there wasn't much that could have been done... just... glad that your safe... Heh, I guess not being dead really is a bright side after all? ... *sighs* looks like it's going to be a long walk... just, wish we had a quicker way to get to the city.

The sound of a bus slowly pulling up next to Malik, grabs his attention as he looks up at the bus as it stops. The bus doors open, as Leonardo pokes half of his upper body out the bus to great Malik.

Leonardo: Then wish no more my friend! Hop in!

Malik: *is just stunned* ... w-what?

Leonardo: *chuckles* I don't think this a good time to get cold feet my friend! especially after being in cold waters for so long.

Malik: . . .

Leonardo: Well, come along. it's quite warm in here! *retreats back into the bus*

Malik: I... *quickly makes his way into the bus*

It was a tour bus with comfortable seating. Leonardo sat in the front second row of the bus by the window, waving Malik down.

Leonardo: Ah, Malik! Glad your cold feet didn't freeze you completely!

Malik: how... where did you-

Bus driver: your friend here saw my floodlights were on and he stopped by to help me get my bus back up and running again.

Malik: he did? *turns over to Leonardo*

Leonardo: *smiles* Si, I noticed Alvin's bus was stranded on the side of the road before I followed you.

Alvin: Yep, the man wanted to check and see if everything was ok. I told him that my bus had broke down while on my way back to Jacksonville, and he offered me a hand and helped me fix up my bus.

Leonardo: *nods* Alvin, was kind enough to offer us a free ride, to a cheap motel he knows about in the city that we can stay in.

Alvin: Think of it as just a thank you for helping me get back to Jacksonville.

Malik: I... I see... uh- thank you, Alvin.

Alvin: anytime.

Malik: *goes to sit next to Leonardo*

The bus doors close as the bus started to move again.

Leonardo: *just looking out the window, seeming to be lost in his head smiling*

Malik: ... (how does he do that?) ... hey.

Leonardo: hm? *turns to face Malik* Yes Malik?

Malik: look, I'm glad you helped the man with his bus, but next time... Tell me, if you see anything. Instead of wondering off towards it, ok? I didn't even noticed that you weren't even behind me anymore.

Leonardo: *nods* Of course, I'll let you know next time if I see anything.

Malik: Good. We don't want anything bad happening to you Leo. You know-

Leonardo: *sighs* I know, I know. "I play such an important role in history..." *his smile fades*

Malik: ... I know that I'm not good with... emotions but... I know you don't exactly like being restrained by such rules and they seem rather-

Leonardo: imprisoning...

Malik: ... *sighs* im sorry if it seems that way, but understand we do care about you and your safety and after the incident at Abstergo...

Leonardo: . . . *just looks way towards the window, with a look of anxiousness, his hands folded neatly on his lap* ...

Malik: ... never mind, I know you rather keep that in the past.

Leonardo: ...

Malik: ... (it's werid seeing Leonardo when he's like this... it's almost... weirdly... unnatural?) ... I'm sorry about-

Leonardo: it's fine Malik, *looks at him* I understand. *gives Malik a small soft smile*

Malik: ... *nods* glad you understand. *yawns* Once we get there... we'll think of a plan from there... and we'll be home in no time at all. *relaxes back in his seat a bit and closes his eyes*

Leonardo: ... *continues his gaze towards the window in thought*

Leonardo's mind couldn't help but revisit that day... he rememberes it still clear as day as if ti happened just yesterday, despite it happening only two months ago (his ability to remember things with great detail is a blessing and a curse). He really hoped that working on other projects and helping the assassins from the house would help his mind move on and hopefully forgot everything that happened that day. His eyes slowly grow heavy as exhaustion washes over him.

He remembered how it all happened, how could he not? After all, it all happened so fast, how just a simple mission as this went south so quickly. The mission was seemed easy enough, find where Abstergo was hiding one of Leonardo's old notebooks for information and have Leonardo himself decode it. However this plan was meet with great heated debate among the assassins, on whether or not Leo should even in come in the first place. One side was concerned with the fact that if something should happen to him everything would go into shambles time as they knew it now, would no longer be what it is. The others thought this would get the job done quicker and over with, considering how old they pages must be by now, they couldn't risk the notebook being damged if they were more then likely to most get into a fight with old enemies. Ezio was very much against the idea of this plan and actually tried to get people to have Leonardo speak for himself on this matter, but William proposed they vote on this matter.

They all agreed and just like that, the plan for Leonardo to tag along had won the votes, with William being the final vote. Ezio argued with William for an hour straight that this was a terrible idea and that it was best to just bring the journal back for Leonardo to decode from the safty of their home. But arguing was fruitless.

Ezio was Angery beyond degree for this and told Leonardo that if something happened to him, William would pay heavily for this. Leonardo told Ezio that maybe things won't be to bad, but Even Leonardo was a bit frightened by this decision. On the drive over to Abostergo Ezio tried to make Leonardo feel more comfortable about this whole thing, as well as no doubt trying to make himself feel a bit better. Jacob would also through a few words of encouragement and laughs in, and soon Ezio started to have a bit of pride in his voice when he was talking with Leonardo in the van. Letting him now that he'll be by his side and will keep a close eye on him while infiltrating Abstergo.

Weridly enough during Ezio's talking Malik was the first one to speak up truthfully about this whole matter.

Flash back

Ezio: Just stay close by, and don't stay to far from us.

Leonardo: *nods* I will.

Ezio: Bene! Don't worry, mio Amico, you'll be safe with us around, and I'll make sure you-

Malik: but that doesn't mean there is a chance that he could end up hurt.

Everyone glances over at Malik Who was sitting across from the two, while Altair was sitting right next to him both arms crossed and all.

Malik: ... or worse.

Jacob: *sitting next to Ezio* <whispers to Ezio> "well someone's being edgy."

Ezio: *nods with Jacob in agreement* don't be so negative Malik, he'll-

Malik: I'm not being negative, I'm simply being realistic here.

Ezio: realistically negative.

Malik: realistic none the less. Remember, you weren't to keen on having him come along in the first place either.

Malik was one of the people who agreed that this was a bad idea from the start for Leonardo to come along with them inside the main office headquarters of the templar company.

Ezio: Si and I'm just trying to help Leonardo feel less worried about-

Malik: The only reason you act this way now, is because it helps you forget and hide the possible ugly realities that might follow suit with this decision, Ezio.

Ezio: ...

Leonardo: ...

Always so ruthless honesty. Like a knight and his trusty sword of truth, slaying a dragon of lies, or defeating a wizard of illusion, even when it wasn't pretty. Leonardo will admit that it's admirable, but he himself prefers to be gently honest then brutal. Something both he and Malik had in common. They both didn't like lying, but in cases when they needed to. Leonardo isn't good at lying, even if it was to save his own life, but he will give himself the befit of the doubt that at least he could hide half the truth (when he tried to hide Ezio from guards). While Malik on the other hand, was criminally good at it, but he only ever lied when it was for assassin purposes.

Shaun: *driving the van* calm down you two save it for Abstergo.

Desmond: *sitting next to Altair* ya, come on Malik, what did we talk to you about being harshly honest. We don't need a very grim idea of how things could go wrong.

Malik: *just shrugs* just saying.

Ezio: ... *has a worried and sad expression on his face*

Leonardo: ... *gulps and slouchs a little in his seat*

Arno: *sitting next to Leonardo* ...

Malik: *arms crossed over his chest* ... you have something to say French Novice?

Arno: Er- Uhm! Uh... we'll... it's just... uh-

Malik: you know I will not apologize for saying what is true. Leonardo is a grown @$$ man, with high knowledge and understanding. He can handle a simple "reality check", as they call it.

Something else Leonardo has noted about Malik is that he would never apologize for what he knew was truth especially in this case... cause it was. No matter how hard he wanted to denie Malik's words, it was true, he could get hurt or worse on this mission. After all, this was the main headquarters of Abstergo Inc. after all, home to not only the head CEO of the company, but also where their great enemies of the past also reside in. Usually at lest three of the assassins make it home with near severe injuries. Leonardo should know, cause he had to help take carr of the three unluck assassins back to health when they got home... hoping they do- which they do thankful.

That's why they usually send nearly the whole house or at least six of them to such a mission to the enemy HQ.

Leonardo: ... *fidgety with his hands*

Altair: ... Malik only says this because it is best to mentally prepare yourself for what could happen.

Malik: *looks in Leonardo's direction and nods at him*

Leonardo: *just nods back in response* ...

Leonardo wouldn't say he and Malik were all to close, but occasionally they would work together on projects, have casual conversations every now, maybe talk a bit about this modern society, and sometimes talk about their- as Malik puts it- "Their best assassin Novice friends". Leonardo found that title quite funny, a secret nickname for the two to refer to their two best closest friends.

In truth, he likes to consider Malik as a good friend. Malik was enjoyable to talk to and they had a lot of things in common. Despite his... darkside, but none the less, Leonardo knew he only means well in the end.

Jacob: *sitting next to Ezio and Evie* ... Awkward~.

Evie: *elbows her brother*

Jacob: Ow!

Well Jacob was certainly right about the van ride begin awkward the whole drive there. When they were getting out and getting ready to infiltrate the Company building, Altair put Leonardo's movement on pause for a moment by putting a hand on his shoulder.

Altair: Hey.

Leonardo: Hm?

Altair: don't worry to much about what Malik said. Though the possibility is still present, it is rather low considering your circumstance. In fact you actually have a higher advantage on coming out of this place unharmed then any of us here.

Leonardo: oh? And why is that?

Altair: because-

Leonardo didn't know whether to believe it was just bad luck.

Altair: -you have an important part to play that will one day bring forth this generation's future.

Being at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Altair: After all, a few things might be missing here and there, if not even important things, if something was to happen to you,-

Or maybe a jinx of some kind, despite not being all that superstitious himself.

Altair: -so I'm pretty sure Abstergo wouldn't wanna take such a risk on your life.

But...

Leonardo: huh... *smiles* I suppose you have a point there!

That sound...

Altair: *small smile* Now don't use that as an excuse to be risky ok. Ezio still has a point to stay as close to us as possable and to never stray far from us ok.

Leonardo: *nods* I shall stick to you all like glue, You have my word!

That loud and dreadful sound...

Altair: good.

Leonardo: Grazie Altair!

Altair: of course. Also, another thing.

... I was so scared ...

Altair: *pats Leo on the shoulder* don't try to play hero.

BANG!!!

End of episode 4

Pre - Next

Ep 1.

Man this took WAAAAAAAAY to long to make, welp now it's here hope you all enjoyed this new episode of-

The epic Adventures of Malik and Leonardo!!!

Some where inside an abandoned building in Venic.

Jacob: ...

Jacob is holding what looks to be an old white porcelain comedy mask that seems to ooz a bit of black slug from the mouth and eye holes.

Jacob: . . .

035: "hey. Hey you."

Jacob: *looks around for a moment before looking back at the mask* ?

035: "ya you, what other dashing good looking gentleman in a top-hat would I be talking to?"

Jacob: *shrugs*

035: "hey, you know what you should do?"

Jacob: what?

035: "try me on, trust me. With me by your side, those templars in London won't stand a chance."

Jacob: uh... I don't know... your oozing a lot... wait how do you know about the templar-

035: "oh come on~ we'll make a great team, trust me. Don't you want to prove to your sister you have good ideas."

Jacob: I guess?

035: "Then this is your greast idea of putting me on."

Jacob: that wasn't- ... was it?

035: "ya don't you remember?"

Jacob: wait now I'm really confused...

035: "just put me on, Rook."

Jacob: . . . Evie!

Evie: *from a far, look around the building* What Jacob?

Jacob: Uhh- I found this... weird... creepy, porcelain, comedy mask!

Evie: Cool, maybe we can bring it with us for study.

Jacob: also it's uh... oozing black goo and I'm having a strong urge to put it on my face.

Desmond and Shaun who are near by over hear this and turn to look at each other for a moment before turning around to see the said porcelain mask that Jacob is currently holding.

Desmond: . . .

Shaun: . . .

Evie: oh Ha, Ha, very funny Jacob, but we don't, have time for your little hijinks today.

Jacob: *is inches away from putting the mask on his face* Evie I'm not joking around... it's whispering things to me!

Evie: enough Jacob.

Jacob: Evie! it's whispering complements at me!!!

Desmond and Shaun: no- *start rushing over to Jacob* no no no NO NO-

Jacob: *is about to put it on* EIVE!!!

Evie: *turns around* WHAT-!?

Shaun and Desmond: NOOO- *both Tackle Jacob down to the ground while the porcelain comedy (now the tragedy expression) is sent flying into the air*

Lol yes Desmond and Shaun both now about the SCPs XD

Welp yes... I'm not dead.

School has been hard and I've been try my best to survive this year, getting closer and closer fo the dinsh line. Especially what's all been around the world... 🇺🇦

Thought I'd post something to lift some spirits up, and what better why then for our good old friend Jacob Frye to find a very suspicious porcelain comedy mask 🎭.

SCP 035 wiki here -> 🎭

Hope you guys liked this little SCP Assassin's Creed head Crossover headcannon! Stay safe and stay strong 💪 😎