if my ocs met TMC characters :3

"Womp womp." "The hell do you mean??"

i got bored

just thoought this would be really funny cause i wanna make qas fight adam

context for my ocs:

Maesky Thomas ISNT me, thats just my mascot so he isnt my oc at all

Maesky and Henry are both 12, but have the mentality of an adult, both psychopathic and murderers

Qasid's nickname is Qas 

Tenel and Tenela are mutated humans into tentacle monsters. They still take on human form however, just with a few unhuman features eg flesh being able to open up.

Thistle and Misheln are siblings

Tenel and Tenela are also siblings

Henry and Maesky are just close friends, not siblings

None of my characters (in this story) are in love with each other

PLEASE dont ship them, por favour

gracias :3
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Cesar dodged the incoming scythe sent flying at him, adjusting his bowtie. He turned around to see who it was from. A boy with black hair. He himself looked confused.

"What? Stunned that I easily dodged?" Cesar smiled at the young boy. He seemed confident on the outside with that dodge, but inside, his timbers had been shivered and he was quaking in his boots. The boy gulped. "No no..I mean, yes I mean to throw that axe, but at a tree. I swear I was somewhere else before I was here-" The boy explained. He had a British accent, pale skin and dressed in overalls from the late 1800s. He yanked his scythe out of the wall.

"Goddamnit, Maesky..it's probably his doing. I apologise for the damage I've done, sir." The boy took a bow. Cesar simply nodded. "It's alright. I'm moving out next month anyways." (now realising how ive unintentionally made one of my other ocs so similar to cesar whoops)

"What's your name?" Cesar put a hand on his hip. He would probably have to help look for the guardian of the boy. "...Henry." Cesar raised a brow. "Last name?" The boy hesitated. "Look, mister. My last name is something I'd NEVER tell anyone. Now, would you kindly lead me to the front door? I'm sure I can find my way home by myself."

Cesar sighed. "This way." He pointed, following after Henry to ensure he didn't get lost. As soon as the door was opened, another boy was at the door. "Hey uh 'scuse me mister! Have ya seen a kid? He's like..this tall and he's a tea drinker..and he also has a scythe or somethin'..have ya seen him??"

Great..not another. Cesar silently suffered this. "You mean him?" Cesar opened the door wider. Henry's eyes lit up when he saw the boy. "Maesky!" Henry dropped his scythe close to Cesar's foot, yelping as Cesar jumped to avoid it. 

"Sooo..have ya seen Qas?" The boy had a weapon too, a grin too wide to be true plastered across his face. "Nah. Haven't seen the bloke since yesterday." Henry picked his scythe back up. Cesar was slightly concerned for the wellbeing of these children. "Okay, not to interrupt here, but you two do know we are in the middle of an ALTERNATE APOCALYPSE?? WHERE THERE ARE LITERAL DOPPLEGANGERS OUT TO GET US??"

"A whaaa??" The boy next to Henry glanced at him, his eyes motioning "What is he talking about??", Henry shrugging. Cesar pinched his nosebridge and shut his eyes. How did these kids not know what an alternate was.

"You know what, I'll come with you two. Ay mio Dios.. what am I getting myself into...." Cesar muttered, grabbing his emergency back pack with him. "Heeeey mister, what's your name by the way?" The second boy held his bat over his shoulder. Cesar paused for a moment, his eyes watching the bat closely.

"Cesar. Cesar Torres." He dusted his shirt off, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "Maesky Thomas, nice to meet you! I shake you warmly by the hand, but we're in the COVID-19 season so I'd rather not." Maesky rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Maesky, COVID-19 ended months ago." Henry exasperatedly pressed his hands together. 

"My bad. Let's go find Qas!!" Maesky dragged Cesar along by the wrist, Henry following suit. How the hell did it go from going to Mrs Torres's funeral to now being dragged by two random kids to some random place?? "W-wait! Wait just a minute!" Cesar protested, none of them listened.

"Qaaaaasss??" Maesky called out, swinging his bat left and right, Henry by Maesky's side. "Qasid? Qasid Lighten??" Henry started to call out too. Cesar's grip on his crossbody bag tightened. "..Your friend. How does he look like." Cesar asked quietly.

"Ermm.." Henry paused. "I don't mean to be racist-" Henry was about to describe their friend's looks when Maesky just said it. "HE'S LIKE UH WAYYY TALLER THAN YOU AND AND AND UH HIS SKIN IS OLIVE COLOURED AND HIS HAIR IS BLONDE AND AND AND-" Maesky rambled on and on until Henry placed a hand over Maesky's mouth. "His pupils are hot pink and cyan. He also wears yellow boots."

"He's also an edge lord ehe.." Maesky was finally able to breath, understanding the assignment that both Cesar and Henry wanted him to shut the actual fuck up. 

"Alright, if I'm not wrong, most people in Mandela go to the Police Station for some sort of help, only to realise it's almost always closed, if not abandoned." Cesar pointed to the station in the distance. Henry and Maesky took off running in that direction, Cesar having no choice but to run after them.

When Cesar pushed open the doors, he saw a boy with the exact features that Maesky and Henry described. He was bleeding from the shoulder. Maesky squatted beside Qasid.

"...Womp womp." Maesky smirked, Henry trying not to break out into laughter.

"The hell do you mean??" Cesar knelt beside the boy, getting bandages out to assist the boy in some way."