#wick caleb

Guys I TECHNICALLY drew tim are u proud 🥹

This whole thing is just Sam not wanting to be there.

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Sam: ok Duncan, give me a dare.

Duncan, chuckling: sure. I dare you! To move around some old stuff inside of an abandoned area. In fact, I triple. Dog. Dare you!

Sam: … I thought we stopped doing triple dog dares after the incident with mark, the glue and the glitter bomb-.

Duncan: you said that the triple dog dares end after this month, it’s not the end of it is it?

Sam, glaring:

Sam: you son of a bitch, fine I’ll do it.

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Sam, with a camera: ok, so I’ve been informed by Duncan that this here is the place where I should take the dare… says I should just walk through the-.

*tree falls behind him*

Sam:

Sam: … I’m turning this thing off for a split second. *turns off camera* *inhales* why the fuck did I agree to this channel?!

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Sam: oh look a crow! Fun fact guys while crows can in fact have grudges for years on end they actually also tell their future kin so that grudge can pretty much last for generations, they’re also a symbol for rebirth and death-.

*Crow caws*

Sam: AHHH! … ugh damn it… i’m such a coward. Ok, feed the crows and continue onwards.

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Sam: phew ok, nice path here *flashlight flickers* … don’t you fucking dare shut off on me ol’ faithful I swear to-… what’s that?

Sam, shining the light on the water tower: … what kind of psychopath decided to put a red ballon of all things-. Ugh.. I’ll never understand other teens.

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Sam: holy shit! A graveyard!! Wait what are these tombstones made of-

*flashlight shuts off*

Sam: … I trusted you ol’ faithful. I trusted you-.

*Candle, lights up by itself*

Sam:

Sam, pacing back and forth: nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! A hundred times infinite no! No! No! No!

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Sam, on the phone: DUNCAN! How many fucking times do I need to tell you! No! Haunted areas! I have that in writing ¡Maldita cabeza de pene!

Duncan: Sam it’s just a dare, it’s not like you’re gonna die

Sam: my abuela will say otherwise! Why do you think I backed out on the blue baby challenge and not touch a fucking ouija board!!

Duncan: because you’re a coward?

Sam: FOR A GOOD REASON! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!

Duncan: well you still can’t get out of that dare, it’s a triple dog dare for a reason.

Sam: I hate you. So much.

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Sam: ok, you can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you’ll not back out of this one-!

*an hour later*

Sam, in the fetal position rocking back and forth: I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I’m a horrible person! I should not be doing this!

The weavers watching all this go down:

Benny, concerned: should we… should we do something or…?

Tim, worried: I… I don’t know…

Tom: … I kind of feel bad.

Lilian: me too.

Caleb: me three

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I had this idea for a long while.

In this au as the title says, it swaps the roles of our protagonists as well as the normal characteristics of no way out and the normal game too.

Clock's ticking...

Sam lights a match, looking over his shoulder as he hears footsteps from the trees, a silhouette rises, slowly walking over. Taking a step back, Sam feels his heart beating louder and louder. He had improved a lot, but he couldn't stop the rush of fear, because he knew, he knew he wasn't alone, once he stepped on this place, there was no coming back.

 The silhouette barely comes to view, hissing on an aggressive manner, it reminded Sam of Milo, his cat, everytime his mom attempted to put food on his bowl.

 In a blink of an eye, the silhouette, Tim, charges at him, Sam throws himself to the side, rolling backwards, he pulls the match closer to his chest, his knees dig onto the dirt as he slides back, hissing as his fingers touches the flame. Still with his match, he jumps back on his feet, dashing as quick as he can, heartbeats synchronizing with every step. Sam zigzags through the trees, ignoring all the branches that scratch his skin as he runs, skipping over rocks while trying desperately to keep his flame going.

 But, he didn't have time to lead him astray, as his match dissolves in a green smoke, taking the hint, Sam stops, turning swiftly and facing the ghost.

 Tim raises his hands, a breathy laugh coming from behind the mask, but Sam didn't move, neither flinched, standing bravely, as the ghost almost catched him, instead, he also turns into a green smoke. Sam takes a deep breath and let's out a big sigh, feeling his lungs empty completely, closing his eyes, Sam feels his body get cold, specially around his stomach, shivering as the wind brushes his now exposed skin.

 Once he opens his eyes again, his surroundings are covered with the green smoke, this time being very thick, he couldn't see a single thing inside it, it's a fog now... Even so, Sam walks on its direction, barely knowing where it would lead him, after all, he was completely lost before Tim had attacked him.

 "It's not pitch black this time, thank god" Sam mutters to himself, shivering with just the thought of that happening again. Sam never fully enters the green fog, as it forms a circle around him, not that it bothers him, he's been through this so many times that it almost became part of his routine. But something was different, that same silhouette rises, this time, not in an aggressive manner, Sam stops, watching as the fog slowly reveals the campfire, Tim looks over his own shoulder, his blue eyes stare at Sam, it felt...eerie, seeing him how he was back in the 1900s...when he was still alive...

 Sam could barely identify Tim's expression under the smiley mask, he keeps a good posture, hands behind his back and chin up. At Tim's side, his twin is sat, him, however, is not wearing his signature mask, it rests on his lap. Tom's face has exactly three scars, one going through his left eye, another coming from his ear to the side of his right eye and another on his lips. The flame flickering, threatening to put itself out, Tim takes note of it as he seems to stare at the flames...lost in thoughts. Sam flinches, hugging his own stomach as pain over takes it, forcing his eyes shut while trying to clench his teeth in an attempt to overshadow the pain on his spine, or rather, what remained of it, a cracking noise echos through the fog, he wasn't sure if it was coming from his own body or somewhere else, the pain didn't alloy him to think straight.

  The way he feels his lungs moving, there was no doubt, if he was alive, he would be hiperventilating. Why is it so painful?! The other times it didn't hurt as bad as it was right now. Sam starts stumbling in a random direction, coughing while his head spins uncontrollably, finally opening his eyes, just to see himself tripping on his own feet and falling face first on the grass, staining it with the remaining of his blood as it quickly escapes his guts, his vision seems to blurry as a silhouette appears in the middle of the fog, it's a bit small and quite thin, what looked like a young kid that curled up on itself, kneeling and digging it's hands on the dirt with no effort. He could feel someone tugging on his arm, attempting to pull him up, but failing miserably, the silhouette burrows itself deeper on the dirt, having it's whole arms inside the ground, it's chin brushing the grass.

"Great, mister Wisenheimer arrived" A wheezy quiet voice reaches Sam's ears, his eyes wandering to where he heard the voice coming from, there, he could see what looked like Tim, but there was blood, more blood on Tim's clothes than Sam remembered him having. Suddenly, he feels himself slipping through a forming hole under him, it didn't take long until something scooped him while slipping out of the hole, pushing Sam to be sitting up against a tree, coughing, the silhouette starts to take a clearer shape, one of a young boy, his skin seeming to decay slowly at every second that passed, Caleb stares at him, his eyes grossely starting to melt, it wasn't that he didn't feel disgusted by the scene unfolding in front of him, he just didn't feel the signature twist on his stomach.

"If only you didn't act like a little grouser for once and helped him, i wouldn't have to intervene" Caleb turns his face over Tim's direction, who takes a step closer, tilting his head slightly to the left, arms crossed and chin risen just enough to give him an arrogance aura. "Not that i wanted to be close to you in the first place...but the poor guy was in need, so i had to step in" Tim seemed to reach for something on his vest's pocket, ignoring completely what the younger boy was saying.

"Don't lie, Caleb" Tim pulls what looked like a pocket watch from his vest, opening infront of his own face, almost posing in a theatrical way "I know very well how you just want to show off how good and perfect you are, mama's not here to spoil your needy little heart" Caleb stands up from the floor, brushing the dirt off his clothes. Sam feels someone tugging on his sleeve, at his side, Tom's head is tilted on a very unnatural angle, his face kinda distorted in pain.

"Hey..." A soft, quiet, voice escapes from Tom's lips "...it's gonna be alright..." His bones crack as he untangles his broken fingers from Sam's sleeve. The redhead covers his mouth, coughing slightly before pushing himself off the ground.

"I'm fine..." Sam mumbles, feeling Tim and Caleb gazing into him, he lowers his head, slowly wrapping himself, his eyes averting to Tom as he hears cracking noises, watching as the mangled body contorts against the grass, desperately looking for some relief, if that's even possible.

Sam inhales, not really filling his lungs with air, turning on his heels and stepping away from the three of them, he is once again engulfed by the green fog, just as a thunder cracks in the distance. A storms approaching, and it looks like it's going to stay for a while.

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Wick is a pretty underrated game in my opinion, I had so much fun making this!

It’s Caleb kissing his first and last crush in his short life.

If you want to say, that drawing children kissing in platonic/innocent way is wrong, here: