Altair Lbn-La'Ahad

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 2

The next day had come, Malik stretched his arm out and yawned, slowly opening his eyes he took a look at his clock and saw it was 6;31 in the morning. Malik got up and got dressed in his regular clothes and ready for the day. Before making his way out of his room he grabbed the drive off of his night stand and put in his pocket.

He started walking downstairs and was greeted with Achilles, Leonardo, Evie, Bayek, Aya, kassandra, Maria, Henry and Arno already awake and eating breakfast at the table and just as Shuan said, Altair, Ezio, Connor, Desmond, Rebecca and Shaun were no where to be found.

Malik: I see that Jacob, Edward, and Alexios are once again sleeping in till 10 again, not surprising.

Evie: *sigh* that's my brother.

Henry: sounds like Jacob. *Pat's evie on the back*

Leonardo: Claudia should be up by 8 soon. Oh! and Malik, before I forget Shaun says William will be here to pick up the drive in a week from now.

Malik: good, so that just leaves us plenty of time to relax.

Maria: you still have the drive with you Malik?

Malik: *pulls drive out of his pocket and held it up for the group* yep.

Achilles: good, don't loose it, or else Shaun's gonna loose it.

Malik: trust me Achilles, I won't loose it. Unlike Jacob, I take care my things.

Leonardo: well just to be safe I recommend putting in this. *pulls out a small plastic baggie*

Malik: plastic?

Leonardo: it's a zip-lock bag, I hear people use them to keep food items in them, but they also can be used to keep electronics from potentially get wet.

Malik: I doubt I will be anywhere near water today, but I guess better safe then sorry.

Leonardo handed Malik the zip-lock bag and Malik placed the drive in the plastic bag then sealed it up.

Malik: there that should keep it from possible water damage.

A couple of hours had gone by, it was 12:45 now and everyone had been doing there own thing, Jacob was playing video games on the living room T.V with Alexios and Arno on the floor. Edward was talk to Achilles at the table about how ships have changed so much over the years, Maria sat on the couch petting little Nasir behind the ears, Aya, bayek, Evie and Henry were talking about the creed, Leonardo was paint a portrait of Senu, as he sat on Bayek's shoulder and Malik was read on the couch.

Jacob: I'm gonna beat you Arno!

Arno: you said that last round and I completely decimated the two of you!

Alexios: no way! I'm going to win this time!

The three assassin continuously smashed the button on there controller as it was get to final bit.

Jacob: YES! NO! YES! NO WAIT! STOOOOP!!!!

Arno and Alexios: SHUT UP JACOB!

Jacob: >=[ ... 💡! BLOODY HELL WHATS THAT OVER THERE!!!

Alexios: *turns to his head to his left* WHERE?!?!

Arno: you idiot! He trying to distract-

Jacob: *throws a near by book at Arno then one of his sweaty socks at Alexios* HAHA!

Arno: *gets hit in the face* Ouch! Jacob you enfoiré, (you bastard)!!!

Alexios: GROSS IS THIS ONE OF YOUR SOCKS!!!

Jacob: Fresh off the foot too!

Alexios: *grimaces* 🤢 hUu GROSS JACOB!!!

Jacob: Haha!!!

Game: player 1 wins!!!

Jacob: WOOW! SUCK IT YOU TWO I WIN!

Arno: JACOB YOU CHEATING BASTARD!!!

Alexios: YOU DIDN'T WIN SH*T!!!

Jacob: HAHA!! THE GAME SAYS OTHER WISE WOOOOW!!! *stands up quickly in victory and accidentally threw his controller behind him*

Malik: *gets hit in the face with the controller* OUCH! JACOB!

Jacob: uh oh... sorry Malik...

Malik: *does a hard sigh, gets up and closing his book*

Maria: where are you going?

Malik: out. *walks up stairs*

Jacob: out? where?

Malik: anywhere but here.

Leonardo: oh Malik!

Malik: what?

Leonardo: if you are planning on going out, mind if I tag along? I'm not aloud to leave the house unless I'm accompanied by one of you.

Malik: I don't care if you do or don't, as long as you aren't Jacob then I'm fine with it.

Jacob: HEY!

Evie: he has a point Jacob.

Malik and Leonardo head up stairs to change into their modern wear. Malik wore a white t-shirt, a black jacket that had the left sleeve pinned up, dark grey pants and black shoes. Leonardo wore a cactus green thin sweater shirt, a thin light brown coat, blue jeans, brown shoes, a thin red silk scarf and his red beret. Malik grabbed his black leather wallet and his phone that Shaun, Rebecca, and Desmond had given him and the others, placing them in his back pocket along with the drive.

Leonardo grabbed his satchel and placed his sketch book and drawing things into the bag as well as his wallet and phone. The two head-out the front door and began walking the down town streets of New York. There was silence between the two for a bit before Leonardo broke the silence.

Leonardo: wow, New York. You know I hardly ever get to see this place.

Malik: remind me again why you can't leave the house exactly?

Leonardo: well since I play an important key role in history, I'm not aloud to leave the house with out one of the assassins to accompany me out in the streets for my safety.

Malik: ya (oh)... right... well it must be nice finally getting out right?

Leonardo: Si, it is quite nice out today. *smiles*

Malik: ... *sigh*

Leonardo: what?

Malik: it's nothing.

Leonardo: that heavy sigh didn't sound like nothing.

Malik: it's just... how are you so incredibly positive all the time?! Always smiling everywhere you go, always seeing the light side of things?!

Leonardo: ... is this about Jacob throwing the-

Malik: NO! NO ITS NOT! It’s just, why are you so... happy, all the time.

Leonardo: Oh well, I just always keep a positive mindset.

Malik: Tch! You do know that this world isn't always sunshine and rainbows you know.

Leonardo: I am aware, I've seen it and I've experienced it on multiple occasions, but I just always think positively on things. There is always a light somewhere at the end of the dark tunnel right?

Malik: oh please this world just loves to screw with us, if anything its annoying and irritating.

Leonardo: hm... *imitates Malik's sigh*

Malik: what?

Leonardo: nothing.

Malik: ok what do you want alhimar aldhaki (smart @$$)?

Leonardo: well I just don't understand how you can see the world in such darkness. I can understand if its because of *looks at Malik's missing arm* ... personal reasons... but you seem to have forgave and forgot-

Malik: I didn't forget... I only forgave...

Leonardo: hm... I think I see your problem Malik, you forgive, but you hurt cause you don't forget. You need to learn to let go.

Malik: ... I try... its... harder then what it seems...

Leonardo: it can be tough, but there's always hope. There will always be that spark of light in life, you know. PMA!

Malik: P.M.A?

Leonardo: Positive Mental Attitude!

Malik: ... where did you learn this from?

Leonardo: from an Irish man on the internet. Desmond introduced me to his channel he does gaming videos. For someone who yells a lot in his videos, he seems to be quite an expert on positive mental health.

Malik: which tuber did you say he was?

Leonardo: the one with the green eye named Sam.

Malik: oh that one.

The two chatted for a bit till they reached a cafe. The everyone in the assassin's household were quite fumiler with this cafe and would frequently visited it cause of how close it was and the food they had there was amazing.

Leonardo: shall we stop here for some food?

Malik: sure why not.

They entered the small cafe and saw a guy in a zipped up brow puffy coat with all kinds of pins pinned around the front of it, he wore saggy jeans and had shaggy brown, shoulder length hair, as well as have brown eyes and a goatee similar to Malik's but a length longer, behind the counter.

Cafe guy: well if it isn't my two amigos! Leo, Malik, how you two dudes been?

Leonardo: saluti (greetings) Michael!

Malik: marhabaan (hello) Mike.

Michael: so what can I get for you dudes today.

Malik: Hm... I'll have latte, no soy, and half a foot sub.

Michael: alright the usual latte, no soy and a sub got ya. Alright and what about you Leo? The usual vegetarian salad?

Leonardo: yes please, and can I have cappuccino as well please.

Michael: alright then, you got Leo.

So after sometime of wait the two received their food and drinks they took a seat inside and began eating and talking, unaware of two people watching them from a far.

End of episode 2

Tune in till next time to see who these to mysterious people are ✌

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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! 👋 🌙

Jacob: dude, how do you sleep with your closet door opean, aren't you afraid a demon could be watching you?!

Altair: *murder smile* Haha, Jacob you fool, you absolute SWINE! I'M the one watching the DEMON!

At night

Demon:...

Altair: *staring intensely at the closet demon* ...

Demon: ... can you not...

Altair: No you asked for this motherf@#$er!

... I have no explanation for this...

I REGRET NOTHING!

Leonardo da Vinci from AC as Charles Calvin from The Henry Stickmin collection

I don't know why, but I can see them becoming good friends, Charles and Leonardo making plans for henry and Ezio =D

THIS IS THE GREATEST PLAAAAN!!!

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!

😎👋 🌙

THAT'S SUPER AWSOME!!! 🤩😁😎👌

Nice work!

I made some scp art for my fellow scp artists:

@pudimbot, @purplelordscp035j, @doctorjayboi, @itstanzaniteuniverse, @moonlightguardianmoon.

Sorry if I haven’t included anyone else, there was not enough space.

- Sigrid

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

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