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 🎭.
Hope you guys liked this little SCP Assassin's Creed head Crossover headcannon! Stay safe and stay strong 💪 😎
✌ Yo got two new bois in a day 😆😎
I say this event was a success!
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And now a special AC headcannon:
Advice from Altaïr
(Advice from Altaïr)
Altair was sitting on a comfy chair by the fire place, reading a book while drinking warm coffee by him.
Altair: *looks up at the reader* Hi, my name is Altair Lbn-La'Ahad and Welcome to Advice from me, Altair.
Altair: *takes a sip of his coffee* so, something tells me you didn't just scroll threw hundreds of other AC headcannons just to get to me... your probably here for images of Jacob without his shirt on or some of my other family tree memebers with out their shirts don't who know what....
Altair: so let's just make this quick... *clears throught* my advice for you is... WEAR. A. F***KING! MASK!!!!
Altair: SERIOUSLY WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING!!! YOUR GONNA GET PEOPLE SICK!!! *puts on a black mask with a white Syrian assassin's creed logo on it*
Altair: TO ALL THE KARENS OUT! WEAR A F***ING MASK!!! YOUR KILLING MORE PEOPLE THEN RANTING ABOUT MASK KILLING PEOPLE!!!
Altair: OH IM SORRY THAT THE MASK IS UNCOMFORTABLE! KAREN!!! BUT SOME OF US ARE TRYING!! TO STAY SAFE! THAT WAY WE CAN GET THIS WHOLE LOCK DOWN THING OVER WITH AND DONE SO WE CAN HAVE OUR OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES AGAIN!!!
Altair: *pants* *pants* *clears throat* ... that's all the time I have for you today, tune in next week where I give you advice about how to deal with Karens.
And this has been:
Advice with Altaïr
(Advice with Altaïr)
So ya I decided to make this a thing now... so ya, each week I'll post an Advice with Altaïr on here, cause I think everyone needs a bit of slice of life with Altair right?
So ya next week is another advice with Altair so stay tuned. 😎✌
Also sorry about it being a rant about mask safety.... I just hate online schooling... its boring.... ubisoft please don't sue me!
Silly crossover 🙃
Altair is unfortunately stuck with Alastor for a little while.
Altair’s advice: don't go making deals with demons...
What's this something that's other then assassin's creed headcannons WHaAaT!
🥐🥯☕
Learning blender in collage and uh...
...
Altair: *humming while reading his book*
Out of no where sans poofs right next to Altair.
Altair: *hears poof and turns over to see sans* O_O
Sans: wow. Where am I? Wait, don't tell me I got dragged into yet another AU about me? *notices Altair standing next to him*
Altair: um...
Sans: or... someone else's AU?...
Sans and Altair stare at each other in silent for an uncomfortably long time.
Altair: ... who are you? And also... what are you?
Sans: oh! I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton.
Altair: ... you are a skeleton?
Sans: yep, I thought that be pretty obvious by now. Heh
Altair: ... why are you here?
Sans: um... to be completely honest... I have no idea how I even got here?
Altair: ... are you hostile!? *pulls out a throwing knife* *eagle glare*
Sans: uh... na, to much work. I mostly sleep, so not much hostility going on with me. But it was "knife" to meet'cha, Hehe.
Altair: (oh great another joker...)
Sans: what's the matter, you don't find my jokes... humorous? Hehe!
Altair: *low growls*
Sans: ok, ok, I'll stop now.
Altair: hm... *puts knife away*
Sans: well, now that's out of the way, let's just get to the pointof things, so mind telling me who you are?
Altair: ... my name is Altair.
Sans: Altair uh? Well it's nice to meet you. So uh... where exactly am I?
Altair: your in my descendant, Desmond's house.
Sans: ... how old are you exactly?
Altair: 30
Sans: *sighs* hehe, you had me for a second their cause I thought you said descendant for a second-
Altair: I did.
Sans: O_0 ... um... what year were you born in?
Altair: January 11, 1165
Sans: uh... ok wow, hehe- wasn't expecting that, but geez... (I guess this world is capable of... time travel magic... or science?) I maybe an undead skeleton, but your even older then me gramps.
Altair: *low growl* well, how old are you?
Sans: well surprisingly I'm actually in my 30s too. *turns to readier* look it up, it's there.
Altair: ... so where exactly are you from?
Sans: and that's basically how Frisk the human child saved every monster like me from the underground, now humans and monsters are starting to get along happily on the surface together and our lives have never been more at peace.
Altair: hm... interesting... so this determination is what gives the child the ability to manipulate time and space?
Sans: yep. Just like the pieces of Eden that you told me about.
Jacob and Edward walk by the couch.
Jacob: hey Altair, sans.
Edward: hey lads.
Altair: hey.
Sans: sup.
Jacob and Edward keep walked untill they got to the kitchen where they froze for a short second before walking backwards towards the couch.
Jacob and Edward stare at the skeleton in the blue hoodie.
Jacob: O_O
Edward: O_O
Sans: ... uh... hi?
Jacob: ... Altair... why is their a skeleton that looks an awful lot like sans... sitting next you?
Altair: *shrugs shoulders*
Sans: that's because I am sans?
Jacob and Edward: ... HOLY SH*T IT SANS-
All of Desmond's ancestors soon found themselves all sitting around the skeleton in the blue jack, listening to him telling his jokes.
Sans: so I said knock, knock, then they said, who's there? I go. Dishes. They replied. Dishes who? Then I said, dishes a very bad knock knock joke. Hehe!
Half of Desmond's ancestors laughed at the skeleton's joke.
Jacob: HAHA! This skeleton's a bloody riot! HAHA!
Ezio: Haha! Si he truly is.
Edward: I could drink to that.
Desmond unlocked the front door and walked in with Shaun and rebecca with some groceries in their hands.
Desmond: *locks the door* hey guys.
Ancestors: hey Desmond.
Rebecca: Did everyone behave themselves?
Altair: yes.
Shaun: good.
Desmond: oh hey sans.
Sans: sup.
They walk past the couch to put the groceries away and after words they quickly realized what just happened and walked back to the couch.
Sans: ... oh boy here we go... 3, 2, 1-
Desmond, Shaun and Rebecca:
Well heres a new comic idea for ya... I actually might draw this at some point. Welp hope you enjoyed this anyway!