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Why has the internet been so depressed over tragic gay men lately? Like- from what I've on the internet so far, is tragic gay men in either pirate theme, time traveling interdimensional multiverse non-sence, to biblical characters stoping Armag-NOPE, getting tragic over a simple miscommunication over something the other said and taking it too in deep over what the other actually means- OR because both wish to understand each other on a personal level, so they try and become something for the other on both ends OR try to do something to make improvements for their lives to work out for the two so they could leave in some form of peace, Sometimes they don't even realise they're gay (or they just decided to add it in the last minute so they could get more fans to see their faith ship come true (kind of)) but ultimately end up being a giant miley cyrus, size wrecking ball and wreck everything! All because of a simple miscommunication from both parties! Like- BOY YOU KNOW THAT NOT WHAT HE MEANT! Because both men are just sharing a single brain cell, and they have to take turns sharing said one brain cell. Usually, one man has the brain cell longer than the other but is still an emotional and social fool. The other just big head empty most of the time, but has their far share of "Eureka!", moment, also usually the one who realizes everything first despite the other being the keeper of their shared brain cell. Also, the other just like wearing black- not because their egdy or "tragic tragic" its just because they like the look and hot topic was a good choice. The other is just a fancy pants who likes books and enjoys just living life as is with their respective partner and just want to have one simple day with them without some kind of looming threat over their head and is also the one who secretly is the "Actual body gard of the two" (sometimes), Bro all I'm saying is, is that there some werid trend going on here in the show business. Is this where humanity has led to now? Just gay men being tragic in every conceivable timeline and / or interdimensional universe in every multiverse!? Like, I'm not complaining, but bro, this is too much tragic for me to take in man. Do you have any idea how much my heart has been broken seeing all these tragic gay men? Makes me kind of want to write my owm story about two tragic gay men being tragic! Like MIGHT AS WELL! EVERYONE ONE ELSE DOING IT! Maybe I'll give them a dog or something? Like, maybe I'll give them a 200 year old being with the fresh mind of a child just wanting to do their best- or maybe a nearby guy who's so wholesome for his own good- Or MaYbE I'Ll JuSt GiVe tHeM a cReW oN sHiP wHo aRe jUsT LiKe- "Oh ya we're totally fine with this." (Have yet to watch ofmd but you never know) Bro, I'm just losing my mind right now over this! Apparently, this trend of gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAy once! They locked me in an internet page- an internet page full of gay men! Gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAZY ONCE-! Bottomline is I forgot where I was going with this, and uuuuh sometime gay men are just an angel and a demon trying to be on their own side. Sometimes it's a pirate and a noble guy trying to live life on the sea, sometimes a god of mischief and some office worker for the multiverse and timeline who both don't even know their in love to begin with... or Marvel is just trying to hop on the tragic gay men train before it fades, just like when Thanos snapped half the universe, Disney also faded along with it.

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Random headcanon time

(Ok I watched a tick tock that went down kind of like this... just trust me)

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon Desmond didn't have work that day and was chilling on the couch with his ancestors (more specifically Altair, Connor, ezio and Jacob) Shaun, Malik, and leonardo Da Vinci. They were watching T.V. (Spongebob cause why not) when bayek was helping Aya with laundry, rebecca having to help teach them how to use a washing machine.

All of a sudden the T.V. switched channels for breaking news.

Jacob: what the bloody hell?

Connor: what happened to the T.V. Desmond.

Desmond: chill out guys it's only the news, they usually do this when they have exciting or horrible news. Most of the time it's uh... usually bad.

Leonardo: oh dear.

Ezio: don't worry I'm sure there's a chance its it's not all that bad amico.

News caster: good evening fokes this is channel 2 news, I'm here today with breaking news. I'm here live in luxury Egypt for a shocking discovery.

Altair: hey Bayek isn't that where you lived thousands of years ago?

Bayek had walked behind the couch with a basket of laundry in his hands as his wife Aya walked behind him with clean folded towels.

Bayek: hm? Oh yes indeed. Aya look it's our home in Egypt.

Aya: oh yes, wonder why the news is talking about Egypt?

Malik: maybe they found another piece of Eden or something of your past?

Leonardo: another piece of Eden, *gasp* how exciting!

Ezio: you get excited about a lot of things amico.

Jacob: Ah, I don't get how you could get excited about the pieces of Eden. If you ask me there just a waist of time.

Shaun: Ssh! let's here what they say.

Shaun turns up the volume on the T.V.

Dave: More then 20 sealed coffins discovered near luxury Egypt.

In that moment Bayek and Aya their eyes widened in shock.

Malik: well it's no piece of Eden but I guess its something.

Jacob: Wait so the T.V decided that the boring news would be better then spongebob?! Boo!

Bayek and Aya then both drop everything in their hands in shock, once they did everyone turned over to them.

Desmond: Bayek? Aya? You guys... ok?

*Music in back ground intensifies*

Bayek: PUT THAT SH*T BACK!!!!!

Everyone quickly jerked back the minute he shouted.

Bayek: THIS IS NOT THE YEAR!!!

Desmond: jesus christ! What the hell Bayek?!

*Bayek starts hyperventilating*

Jacob: bloody hell what's wrong with you?!

Bayek: SHAUN GET THE ASSASSIN'S VAN STARTED AND GET EVERYONE IN THE VAN RIGHT NOW!!! AYA GET SENU AND LETS GO!!!

Shaun: why?! What do we need to go to Egypt for?!

Bayek: you don't understand! Those tombs are CURSED!!!

Aya: Bayek's right those tombs are SUPER CURSED!!!

Altair: what do you mean by cursed?

Bayek: it was said that a family shared the same barel ground thus explaining the 20 tombs, put a curse on there own graves before they passed.

Aya: and it was said that who ever disturbs the died of the 20 tombs of Luxury Egypt would bring terrible darkness and destruction of hell across the globe for a whole year!

Ezio: Dio mio, that can't be good!

Shaun: oh come on guys everyone knows curses aren't real.

Leonardo: I'm with Shaun on this one. Curses in Egypt technically aren't real. Its actually all the ancient air and germs that have been sealed away is the tombs for over thousands of years causing the sudden illnesses by exposure from inside the tombs.

Shaun: thank you leonardo.

Connor: I don't know Shuan maybe we should listen to Bayek. Curses are no joke.

Jacob: jokes jokes joke-

Altair: shut up Jacob!

Jacob: ... *pouts*

Desmond: really Shuan? You don't believe in curses, after everything we went threw together, you still don't believe in curses?

Shaun: Desmond everything that has literally happened to us can be scientifically explained and has a perfectly good logical explanation for all of it.

Desmond: what about me coming back to life?

Shaun: ... shut up Desmond.

Desmond: whatever.

Malik: either way, what can we do about?

Jacob: Aah I'm sure it'll be fine, right Shaun.

Shaun: exactly. Besides the year 2019 is almost over, what's the worst that could happen.

...

And that's how the year 2020 became an absolute nightmare of a year for the entire world.

This is why you listen to your elders kids it might just save the world.

Among us creed

Crossover of AC and Among us

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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! 👋 🌙

Random thoughts with

Jacob Frye

The whole gang is having dinner, some sitting in the dining room, some in the living room, the rooms were connected so they could still have conversations as a group, as family... a dysfunctional yet still functional family.

Everyone: *eating*

Jacob: *eating* ... lizards are just snakes with legs. *eats some of his food*

Everyone: *pauses eating and looks at Jacob for a moment* ...

Jacob: ... what?

Connor: you just said lizards are like snakes, but with legs... why?

Jacob: what? I didn't say that.

Rebecca: Uhm, yes you did...

Jacob: no I didn't.

Malik: damn it Jacob for once we're having a decent and peaceful meal, don't ruin this for the rest of us.

Jacob: I didn't say anything.

Evie: ignore him, you'll only encourage him.

Jacob: cause I didn't say anything.

Malik: whatever.

Everyone: *continues eating*

Jacob: *eats a bit of his food* ... *smirks* ... why is it that there's a D in fridge, but not in the word, refrigerator.

Altair: *hard sighs* damn it he's doing it again.

Shaun: Jacob please for the love of humanity and the sanity that is of this house, please stop.

Jacob: did you know a guy had to lick a rock... and now we have salt.

Altair: I will pay you any amount of money just so you can shut up.

Jacob: *still smirking* by logic bees shouldn't be able to fly... and yet they fly anyway, so does that mean bees don't follow any rules but their queens.

Kassandra: Jacob, even I'm tired of hearing this please stop.

Edward: Ha! I'm not.

Arno: Well I am!

Jacob: icecream is just frozen cow juice.

Alexios: and you just ruined ice cream for me, thanks a lot Jacob.

Jacob: your car keys have traveled further than your car.

Leonardo: ... he's not wrong.

Evie: please don't encourage him any further.

Jacob: planes are just giant metal birds.

Bayek: Jacob please stop-

Jacob: The Jonas brothers can't break up, cause they're brothers.

Evie: sometimes I wish we could.

Alexios: You're tearing this family apart!

Jacob: lasagna is just spaghetti but in cake form!

Connor: This is why we can't have nice things, Jacob.

Desmond: ok I'm putting an end to this. Hey Altair.

Altair: what Desmond?

Desmond: did you know that humans have off switches, but you just have to hit them hard enough and a certain number of times to shut them off.

Jacob: ...

Altair: . . . *give Jacob a creepy and terrify grin with one of his golden eyes glowing from under his cowl*

Jacob: O_O

Altair: >=D Jacob.

Jacob: ... what?

Altair: come here, Jacob.

Jacob: ... n-no, no, t-think I'm ok and safer here-

Altair: I wasn't asking Jacob.

Jacob: ...

Altair: . . .

Jacob: ... *quickly gets up and makes a run for upstairs*

Altair: *gets up and runs after him* COME HERE JACOB!

Jacob: SH*T, SH*T, SH*T!

Altair: *murderous grin on his face* I JUST WANNA PUNCH YOUR OFF SWITCH FRYE!

Jacob: I THINK IM GOOD FROM THE SAFETY OF MY ROOM!

They both run upstairs and the chase continues as they hear the sound of the two running echos to downstairs.

Leonardo: ... should we stop him?

Everyone else: ...

Rebecca: Nah, he'll be fine.

Shaun: agreed.

*Jacob screaming from upstairs*

Altair from upstairs: I gotcha you little Frye!

Desmond: ... ya he's fine.

Evie: he's been through worse and I'll just take care of him afterward.

Everyone continues to eat as a minute goes by the sound of Jacob tumbling down the stairs; into the living, followed by Altair walking down the stairs and he goes back to the dining room table and sits back down in his seat.

Altair: *eats some of his food* ... so how's everyone's day been?

Aveline: good.

Desmond: same here.

Altair: good. So Desmond I heard-

Jacob: *cough* Technically... y-you can't die *cough* in the livingroom cause, it's... called... the living-room *wheezy laughs before passing out*

Everyone: ...

Altair: ... so where were we?

Do you just... have shower thoughts... though technically if you have weird thoughts in another room, does that mean their room thought?

Part 2 now available

Welcome to the void

Welcome to the void.

(reblog appreciated, thank you!)

This FALL!

Templar: THEIR GETTING AWAY!

Malik: Keep running Leo!

Leonardo: IM TRYING!

For the most anticipated Adventure of a life time!

Leonardo: AH! *trips* MALIK HELP!

Malik was to far into the woods to hear.

Templar: we got you now! *shoots by Leo's leg*

Leonardo: AAH! *shakes*

Templar leader: YOU IDIOT DON'T SHOOT HIM! That's leonardo da Vinci, one bullet in him and we could all be sent back to the dark ages!

Join Malik al sayf

Malik: I think we lost them leo. Leo? *turns head around* ... oh sh*t! Leo I'm coming!

Malik started running back after leonardo.

Templar: sorry sir!

Templar leader: don't start, cause you could have bla bla-

As they argued Leonardo saw the perfect opportunity to divides his escape. He saw a rock next to him, the size of a small tennis ball, he picked it up and then started running.

Templar leader: DAMN IT! DON'T JUST STAND THERE AFTER HIM!

And Leonardo da Vinci

Leonardo stopped when he got far enough away.

Templar: you got no where to run!

Templar leader: now, hand over the drive!

Leonardo: *pants* *throws the rock but over shots it and ducks*

Malik: Leo I'm here-!

Templar: Wow! *miss fires by accident*

Instead of hitting Leonardo it end up hitting something.

Templar leader: you idiot what did I JUST SAY!

Templar: my bad.

Templar leader: Whatever, nice try Da Vinci, but a little rock isn't gonna stop us-

The rock hits a loos heavy brench above the two templars and started to break off from the tree.

Templar leader: so why don't you just come with us and- *gets crushed by the gaint tree brench* AAH-

The two templars were crushed by the gaint tree branch making them unconscious.

The Epic Adventures of Malik and Leonardo

Leonardo: Hey! It worked, I did it! *turns around* Malik did you-

Malik: grr... *right hand covering the hole in his chest*

Leonardo: Oh my goodness! Are you alright?!

Malik: I have, a f@#$ing hole in my chest! WHY DIDN'T YOU BLOCK THAT ONE!

Leonardo: I thought you had it!

Malik: Nooo!

COMING SOON

So I hope you guys liked this written out trailer of a thing I'm working on, called the epic adventures of Malik and Leonardo. So basically it is exactly what the title states it is so ya the story is basically gonna be about Malik and leonardo battling their way threw templars trying to get back home.

There will be...

drama! Heart break! Comedy! ACTION! ADVENTURE!!!

So don't miss out on this epic tale that I made out of boredom cause of school and covid!

Awe~! Thank you so much for this! 🤩 love your work! 👍

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the people:

@moonlightguardianmoon

@scp-173-sculpture

@angrymonsterboitom

(ur all Club VIP bc ur all very important people in my life :)

And now the headcannon that no asked for...

Advice from Altaïr

(Advice from Altaïr)

Altair is sitting by the fire place with book in hand and his hot coffee next to him.

Altair: *looks up at the reader* Oh. Well would you look at that, if your reading this that means you actually like reading this garbage... so I guess you came here for more advice from me. *takes a sip of coffee*

Altair: ok well my advice for you today is. . . Drink f**king water... oh what you didn't think I'd catch you drinking 20 cans of Bing and mountain dew cause your probably gaming right now or just looking threw your computer.

Altair: so get up and get yourself a bottle of water! I don't give a f**k if the fridge is to far away for you to reach, YOU NEED TO ALWAYS STAY HYDRATED!!! THE F**KING OWNER OF THIS HEADCANON PAGE LIVES ON THE HOTTEST PLACE ON EARTH AND YET SHE STILL NEEDS TO BE REMINDED TO DRINK WATER!!!

Moonlight: ya it's true guys, even I need to start taking Altair's advice every so often.

Altair: F**KING DRINK WATER MOON!!!

Moonlight: 😶💧 *nervously drinks water*

Altair: good... now get the f**k out.

Moonlight: *leaves post*

Altair: *looks back at reader* DRINK F**KING WATER!!! IT'S 100° OUTSIDE EVEN IF YOUR INDOORS YOU NEED F**KING WATER TO LIVE!!!! TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOURSELF! YOUR A BEAUTIFUL PERSON WHO NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF B****!!!

Altair: ... and once again that's all the time we have for today on advice from me, tune in next time for more advice.

This has been . . .

Advice from Altaïr

YAY MORE SH*T THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR!!!

but for real I hope you take good old Altair's advice. I know I sure need to 😓