#wick lilian

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.

Based on the some Headcanons, I feel like Tim (and Tom) will be interested in musicals as Tim is a theater kid. I feel like there are best choices he could like: Beetlejuice, The Epic: Odyssey, Hamilton, Wicked, Heathers, The Six, Hadestown, and Sound of Music.

(Did Sam, Travis, Duncan, Zafron and other Weavers like those Musicals?)

Random headcanons, because I can

(Anon edition.)

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I’d like to think Tim and Tom (as well as the other weavers) didn’t know a thing about musicals.

Travis (Another rose for burton’s grave for doing something right.) showed them what a musical is and they have been infatuated ever since.

(Tom was skeptical at first until Travis showed phantom of the opera and told him they have a book.)

I’d like to think Travis isn’t much of a theatre nerd until Duncan mentioned he likes musicals. Travis researched everything about musicals.

Sam and zafron aren’t really too big of a fan of musicals, they only like a few songs from each of them.

However Sam is a goosebumps fan (despite his nightmares) and got blown away when he heard there’s a musical of his favourite show.

Though he won’t say no to beetlejuice, wicked, the epic musical sagas, phantom of the opera and uh… I dunno the musicals from starkid?? That’s another.

Though when it comes to sound of music, that one is a right of passage for every musical fan on the planet… maybe…?

As for the other weavers…? Uh, let’s say Caleb is uncultured, Lilian is too young for at least… half of these musicals (other than sound of music) and Benny doesn’t really care too much about it.

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Wow, haven’t done this in a while.

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“…”

“… that’s one huge robot.” Lilian says out loud, turning her head towards Sam. “Yeah, that’s the standard cybertronian size.” Sam responds, nodding towards the youngest weaver.

“Is this what god would be like to us if he comes down on earth?” Benny asks, still in denial but slowly accepting the fact that this is happening now.

“Pretty sure he would look human to us unless we’re profits.” Travis answers, uncrossing his arms. “Take it with a grain of salt though.” He adds, patting Benny on the back.

“… yeah your right, my teeth would definitely break if I tried biting it.” Caleb says nonchalantly while sitting down like a canine. Almost every weaver is staring upwards, craining their necks up at the giant mecha.

Who in turn is staring down at them with just as much astonishment as them.

‘So small… so very small.’ He thinks, staring down at them before his vision becomes staticky, he shook his helm and banged it three times. “Yo! You good?” Travis asks, taking notice of what is happening with megatron.

“Yeah, I’m fine… my optical vision is just strange.” He told them, blinking and rubbing his optic lids. “Ah jeez, tom- tom!”

Tim calls out, helping his twin be grounded by holding his shoulders. “No one is playing wick and no one is trespassing our property, calm down.” His twin tells him, keeping Tom from going overboard.

By the time Tom is calmer, megatron’s vision cleared up and is rapidly blinking his optics. “That’s better, now for this incident- sweet primus almighty!!”

He suddenly screams out, all the kids turned up to megatron seeing him holding his chest like he just had a heart attack. “… you good?” Travis asks, arching his brow at the giant transformer.

“Y-yeah just-… is that one ok?” He asks, pointing to the mangled mess Tim called his… twin. The ‘twin’ glared at megatron before croaking and growling at him…

… megatron didn’t understand anything he said, his translator transmitter couldn’t even pick up the language he speaks. “… what is he saying?” Megatron asks, pointing towards the mangled twin.

“Don’t you have an inbuilt translator?” Travis asks, cocking his head to the side. “Yes I do.” Megatron answers. “However I can’t understand what this one is saying.” He adds, just as confused about the situation as he is.

“That would be the supernatural energy, remember? Some if not most electronics aren’t supernatural safe.” Sam asks, arching his brow at the ‘supernatural guy’ known as Travis.

“Oh…. Oh shit! I completely forgot about that.” He shouts, coughing into his fist at the awkward blank he had.

“…I doubt he’s a reliable source when it comes to this topic.” Megatron remarks, shaking his helm.

“However that doesn’t answer my concerns about that one and his physical condition.” He points out, pointing to Tom. He was about to look like he’s gonna throw hands when Sam stops him in time.

Whispering to the physically hurt ghost, he got the gist and nodded, telling Sam something in his croaking and groggily voice.

“He’s fine as far as he’s aware, megatron.” Sam interjects, turning his full attention to the confused warlord.

“After we as humans pass, we don’t feel anything anymore other than the ‘phantom feelings’ when it comes to what we used to feel.” Sam reassures, megatron arched an optic ridge at this.

“So he fell and broke everything in his squishy frame… and can’t feel it anymore?” He paused, looking conflicted and slightly worried.

“… how did you all pass without crossing over?” wonders, morbidly curious about their situation, in response the weavers stood back defensive in their stance, even Travis felt uncomfortable sharing his woes.

In a matter of what felt like an hour, it was Sam that decided to stand and speak of his woes, all the boy did is lift up his shirt and reveal a gaping hole in his chest, ribcage intact but clearly the skin had rotted worse for where near there.

“I died being stabbed by a wooden plank that boarded up the well and not the same well on your planet.” He sadly tells, pulling the garment back down. “That’s all I’ll tell you, only as an individual of course.”

Megatron, while astounded and incredibly worried about how it happened to the redhead, he nods his helm. “Of course, I won’t pressure it… though I do have one query.”

“And what’s that metallic knight?” Tim says harshly and defensive. “Don’t call me that, I’m not a knight….” He paused, thinking carefully about his next move.

It took maybe a minute but he figured out what and how to say.

“Why are you tiny?”

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Ok, another part is done! Woo

Wick/most au’s

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Lilian is the most fashionable 5 year old you’ll ever meet.

She’d find some of her mother’s old dresses, her dad’s old outfits and just dress up either herself or her dolls (most preferably honey bunny)

And use her imagination to create either the wildest tea parties or the most insane dramatic game of house or any sort of dress up game, in the history of all dress up games. Sometimes she likes to force her brothers in it.

Most of the time, Tim is the guy who sets the scenes, the narrator if you will. But sometimes he’s the villain and sometimes the dame (which he tries to get out so many times.) Caleb… doesn’t get any part of the play he tries to eat the props.

Tom, most of either the ‘guy in the wheelchair’ or his favourite role off of a story he reads her the phantom of the opera! Minus the singing.

Benny doesn’t get a part either… mostly because he’s too big and he falls asleep halfway before his line.

But that’s ok, she’s got two new friends staying in their home and she’ll drag them into her games no matter how much they try.

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I asked a friend to help me with this headcanon’s once again.

I-… really need to look into the other characters more often, heck! I need to keep continuing to write more for this fandom!

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“Why are you tiny?”

“… seriously? That’s your question?!” Travis shouts, throwing his hands up. “Is this tin can dumb or something?” Tim whispers to Sam confused just as much as the rest of the weavers and Travis.

“We’re kind of a decent enough size megatron.” Sam shrugs arching his brow at the big mech. “Nah uh, the bigger one definitely, he’s an accurate betrayal of an actual human size.” Megatron states, pointing downwards.

“Y’mean Benny-…. Guys! Benny fainted again!” Caleb announced, they all turned to the now passed out spirit. “… how did none of us hear him fall?” Tom asks, questioning every logical thing about this.

“We’re getting off topic, guys!” Sam reminded, rolling his eyes when they didn’t hear him. “To answer your question about the height thing, we’re smaller because we’re younger.”

Megatron stared, looked at the kids, then back to Sam. “Come again?”

“Oh for-. We’re kids you nimrod!” He shouts, his scarring burning up a slight glow once he looks angry, once he took a big breath he let out a big sigh.

“Me Travis and benny are in our teens, the twins are 13, Caleb is… I think 9? Maybe 10..? I dunno. And Lilian is 5.” Sam admits, crossing his arms his brows furrowed in annoyance and a little bit of anger.

Megatron…. He’s kind of shocked, staring down at them in changing horror as he slowly realised they’re not at all adults. “… holy primus.” Is all he can say, covering his intake.

“I-… how did-?”

“I don’t-… we don’t want to talk about it.” He told megatron sharply, disappearing from the area in a flicker. “Sam? Where’d he go?” Travis wonders, noting the absence of their residential red headed friend.

“H- he left, your friend-….” He says, bewildered. “Ah shit. Tom?” Travis calls out, the mangled masked kid saluted growling about something before he disappears as well… completely differently from the redheads disappearing act.

“… I fell like I may have overstepped.” Megatron says, wringing his servos together. “Eh, not really. If you did, Sam would’ve told you?”

Travis advised, turning back to the bulky human lying on the ground.

These nonhuman-. These children have been on their own, possibly for years, no parental units, no caretaker, no guardian… they’re just on their own.

He’s sure these kids aren’t the only ones that are dead, if the kids are dead their parents must not have lived either… but they seemed absent.

‘… I’ve only been on this planet for primus how many years, but I’ll kill anyone on this planet including myself if something horrible happens to these kids.’

He thinks, his optics glowing bright in unyielding internal rage.

‘Mark my words, I’ll protect them with my spark.’

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Oh damn, Sam snapped!

In hindsight, I’ve always written Sam as a kind of self actualised and well put togeather character… which is extremely boring and a bit too strange considering he has a lot of anxiety and possible chronic nightmares.

So… I went with a miner question that’ll definitely make him snap like how minor inconveniences would. *shrugs* it makes sense to me slightly.

Though I do apologise for it being rushed… I wanted to finish this as much as I can before doing some funny skits here.

Just megatron being the adoptive father he is for vengeful dead children-.

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Tom, growling and croaking:

Megatron:

Megatron: can I have that in writing… or at least in signs?

Tom, rolling his eyes, signing: I’m trying to ask how old you are to… to see if you’d be able to out live us if we weren’t dead

Megatron: … fair enough, so our species lifespans are very long, so long it takes a whole planet to form--.

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*part 1*

Lilian, drawing on megatron: aaaannnnddd, there! All done!

Megatron, looks at the drawings on his left arm: it looks ridiculous.

Lilian: it looks fine! Pink is a good look on you!

Megatron: charming… where’s Sam?

Lilian: he’s getting something that’ll stick to your frame but it’s not permanent, not sure what but he’s admin about it.

Megatron: … ok now I’m worried.

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Tim: --and that is pretty much how I made these masks.

Megatron: impressive, very impressive indeed.

Tim: yeah, though at first it was a school project… but then Tom got hurt and I just… made another one to make him feel better.

Megatron, looks at Tom:

Megatron, back at Tim: his mask is a frown though.

Tim: I-i know. He’s admin about wearing the frowning mask.

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Megatron: --and that is pretty much how we came to be and how our religion started.

Benny:

Benny: … how big is this primus guy again?

Megatron: the size of a planet, if he was in bot form than he’d probably destroy planets if he could- aaannndd there he goes.

Sam, just walking by: … talking about primus?

Megatron: indeed, I just got him to at least talk to me without fainting too.

Sam: yeah, don’t worry he’ll properly process what you said and accept it eventually.

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Travis: c’mon! Pleeaaase!

Megatron: no.

Travis: c’mon! I wanna see you transform! That’s the coolest thing ever!

Megatron: Travis, I just got used to walking around this area without destroying anything I’m not going to transform if I feel uncomfortable.

Travis: but-!

Megatron my final answer is no. N.O.

Lilian: what do you transform into anyways? Is it a bunny!

Megatron:

Megatron: I transform into a tank little one.

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Caleb: hey! Wanna race?

Megatron: are you sure that’s wise?

Caleb: c’mon! One race, that’s it.

Megatron: … fine.

*many rematches later*

Caleb, heaving: so *pant* *pant* not *pant* fair!

Megatron, checking his digit tips: I warned you that you wouldn’t win this time.

Caleb: then I vote for a rematch!

Megatron: Caleb we’ve done this 7 times, let me have some peace and accept the inevitable.

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Tom, writing: … hey, what are good words that indicates love and death?

Megatron, also writing: mourning, acceptance, anger, depression, bargaining.

Tom: ok how do you describe both in the same feeling?

Megatron, turns with a weirded look: …. Now what are you writing about?

Tom: a tragic love story that ends in a horrible fate paired with religious trauma and a too little too late betrayal.

Megatron:

Megatron: one of them is already dead aren’t they?

Tom: 100% yes.

Megatron, amused: fair enough, try a murder that the dead person caused to their loved one before going towards the corrupted target.

Tom: ooo, that’s a good one!

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Sam, leaning against a tree: … whatcha doing?

Travis: hm? Oh just buying a mechanical translator… and calling Duncan.

Sam: why?

Travis, smirking & arching his brow at Sam:

Sam, confused:

Sam, lightbulb moment: oh! To help with megatrons translator emitter?

Travis: yep!

Sam: nice! … won’t there be side effects?

Travis: probably.

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Tim, nodding off:

Tom, asleep:

Megatron, knowing what that feels like: go to bed little one, your brother isn’t going anywhere. Not while you’re around.

Tim, turns to megatron: … aight. *finally settles down* g’night

Megatron, genuinely smiles small: sleep well.

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… Welp that’s pretty much done.

Wick/most au’s

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Sam is the best at stylising hair.

Compaired to Benny, Tim and Tom.. Sam is the best at styled hair. With sam having long hair himself (and a sister in some au’s) he tends to put some style in his hair.

A lot of girls and some boys with longish hair went to Sam to get their hair done at school instead of just wearing a boring pony tail or a simple braid/plait.

Lilian didn’t trust him at first, because of her brothers. But when she did give Sam a chance, the results for the hairstyle was an 11 out of 10 in her books. In her words she looks like a princess in one of the picture story books she reads.

So whenever Lilian wants to try a different hairstyle or she needs her hair done, she goes to Sam.

There isn’t a lot of jealousy with the weaver brothers… well, there was some jealousy with Tom for a brief time until he saw the results for himself.

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This is one of the most wackiest headcanons I have ever done for Sam.

… and I’m all hear for it. P.s. Lilian and Sam are definitely gossip buddies… Sam spill the tea with some classmates and teachers while Lilian hears and kind of tells Sam about the things she sees while Sam does her hair