#Infected Caz

[thesleepyfable]

How does Infected Caz act?

He's very self-aware. Well, yes, but actually no. He knows he's been infected by O'Connor and is pissed at himself for it, but at the same time, he acts like nothing happened.

Caz's dialogue, if he hasn't seen you, is either him curisng himself for becoming infected and wishing to go home, with a mix of convincing himself he's fine.

If he hears you, he thinks you're either Roy, Suze, or his daughters. If he does see you, he pleads with you to take him home.

Stalking Dialogue:

'Pull it together, Caz. You're fine. You're fine. It's fine.'

'Stupid prick.'

'You've landed yourself in the shitter now, Caz.'

'It hurts...It hurts so much...'

'No Christmas bonus for this?!'

'I want to go home...'

'I should try and call Suze tonight.'

Hears you Dialogue:

'Hello?'

'Roy? Is that you, big man?'

'Suze? Suze is that you?'

'You don't need to hide from me, Suze.'

'Me weens? Are they here?'

'Cait? Maidie? You're daddy's here. He's right here.'

'We can play a game. I won't cheat this time. I promise.'

Sees you Dialogue:

'Wait-wait. Please wait!'

'I won't hurt you!'

'I want to go home. Take me home!'

'WHERE'S SUZE?!'

[paradoxespersonified]

A quick wip from my session today, the rendering took so long but I'm very happy with how it turned out, there's various artists in the fandom I used for reference of my own design, and I'll tag them all in an edit later, rn it's very late and I want to go to bed lol

(Tumblr might eat the quality but that's OK it's a wip)

Artists I pulled refs/inspiration from:

@threi @thesleepyfable @inky-ash @thegameartist03

I'm living for all the ideas going on in this fandom honestly.

[milestonekestrel]

Infecteds Part Two!!

This time with Trots, Boyd, Rennick, and Caz.

[aotearoa20]

Part One Part two Rory didn’t know how he’d gotten himself into this situation. A fairly common turn of events, if he was honest with himself, though it did usually involved a string of increasingly absurd events leading whatever mess he end up landing in. This time he was pretty certain he’d literally been standing in the TARDIS control moments ago. It had taken a sharp lurch, though even that was not so unusual, and the next this he could remember was standing in the dark room. 

Large but cramped, with great clanking pipes and valves reaching out of the walls and ceilings and a rusty smell lingering in the air. To his left, half a dozen massive machines groaned, spitting steam every so often. And there was something else nearby that was causing a racket. A shadow by the door at the far end of the room. The emergency lighting flickered on and off as it turned toward him.

Roy? Big man, you hiding from me? 

The voice sounded off, sort of hollow. Rory opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a hissing whispers. A head appeared out of a vent along the floor, white with fear and shaking his head. The lumbering shape was coming closer and Rory suddenly felt ill, as colours began to swim into his vision. He stumbled down and crawled into the vent.

He could barely fit inside as he found he was cramming himself in between two other men. Though he barely had time to care -an awful squelching sound nearly made him jump out of his skin - and fleshy tendrils appeared outside, just inches from his face.

Roy? I’ll be right out - just need to fix this - need to… get home 

They all froze, barely breathing as the thing stumbled around outside the vent. Rory very slowly rested his head against the cold metal of the floor. How had he gotten himself into this situation? What had happened between being in the TARDIS and being… where even are they? Where was Amy? That was enough to bring him back to himself.

“Oh fucking brilliant! You brought it back,” one of them growled. “The fuck are you?”

“I’m, um, I’m Rory,” he replied absently. Bad things happened when they were split up, he had to find her. The creature was still in the room but further away. He had to get out of here. “What was that?”

“Where’d you even come from?”

“Long story - I… uh -that?”

“That’s Caz,” the other said, his voice shook as he spoke but he looked up at Rory and tried to smile, “I’m Scooby, that there’s Addair.”

“It’s not Caz,” Addair ignored him as he grumbled, “Not even Caz wasn’t this much a of a pain.”

He looked almost up sad as he pushed forward to look out. In the dim lightning Rory could see the smaller control room in the far end. In between them and it and in between the machines was that creature. All the time muttering to itself. He could hear it slithering between the machine with a uncomfortable squelching and popping.

I’m coming - I’m coming Suze - just need to get this done - just a little while an’ I’ll be back 

Rory winced, there was a girl in primary school back in Ledworth who had got it in her head shed’d be the next big England rugby player. She would come every few months with some dislocated shoulder or knee. It sounded entirely too much like that. Scooby let out a sad sigh.

Stupid - fucking stupid Caz - Look what you done now 

“Gotta get in there to restart the generators,” Addair was still squinting at the control room, “or this whole rigs gonna be dead in the water.”

You’re alright - you’re fine - just gotta - fucking fix the - fuck 

And then he saw, running all the way down his shoulder and back, which had looked painfully extended dozens of glowing black boils. Every once and a while one would swell up and burst. Rory wanted to believe it didn’t hurt but the thing cried out in time with the sound. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for it.

“Get out there and get his attention.”

Well not that sorry. Rory blinked. There was a silence and he turned slowly to face Addair. He pointed to himself and the man nodded. He waited another moment but the other engineer didn’t say anything.

“Me?” He asked at last, as though it wasn’t blindingly oblivious, “Why me? Why don’t you…”

“Oh my apologies,” Addair snapped, “Are you an engineer? D’you know how to restart the generators, you brought it back here anyway…”

“I-I’m a nurse actually,” he replied, panic providing an answer that was very much not needed.

Addair barked a laugh, “Oh good, go fix him, while I go restart the bleedin’ engines eh? Then we’ll all just - ” 

“- Leave ‘im be Addair,” Scooby murmured he looked out at the bellowing shape. He swallowed hard, it was crying or howling or some terrible mixture of the two, “I’ll go.”

“I need you here in case we need a manual restart.”

The two began to argue over the top of him. Rory tried to keep his head down while they did, mind still racing. His eyes fell on a spanner lying just out side the vent. He grabbed it hesitantly and tossed to the far end of the room. Almost too easily the creature lunged toward the noise.

Suze? That you? 

Addair didn’t waste a second. He shoved past the both of them and made a break for the control room. The thing moved so fast at the sound of his crashing footsteps. Rory struggled not to cry out as it sort of stretched itself out longer, joints and tendon popping out of place. It was nearly back on him before he was even halfway.

Rory didn’t know what he was thinking. Something along the lines of keeping the ship afloat long enough to find Amy. He ran out into the open and yelled. The creature turned its head all the way around.

Don’t touch anything, it shrieked and a tendril shot out inches away from his face and embedded itself in the machine beside him, I need to fix it 

He jumped away from the generator with his hands out, “Alright I wont touch it.”

Tendrils shot out from it, blindly he thought at first as none of them touched him and it didn’t appear to… have eyes. There were growths all across its forehead over where it’s eyes, he assumed, ought to be. Except he realised with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that they had very carefully managed to hem him in so he could not move left or right. And then he saw, running all the way down his shoulder and back, which had looked painful extended even before it has stretched itself out, dozens of glowing black eyes. Every once and a while one would swell up and burst. Rory wanted to believe it didn’t hurt but the thing cried out in time with the sound

“Im not here for that. Im Rory Williams and I’m a nurse,” the words come out automatically as he stared, “I’m here for you. To help you.”

Look at the state of me, it let out a screech that seemed to resonate through his bones, Rory reached out to steady himslef as his legs nearly gave way. He didn’t want to look but he could turn away either.

“Okay what - what hurt let’s start with that and I’ll just - ” 

Fucking everything, it howled and pulled itself forward again until its face was inches away from his own.

“W-where’s your wife from?”

Where’d you come in from? Oh not too far then. Had this procedure before? No? It’s won’t take too long, don’t worry. Taking time off work? What do you? Kid’s in school? What they doing right now?

…What

The questions are second nature at this point. Time to fill in between consultations and consent forms. He know how to deal with nervous patients.

“You’re wife, Suze, you said?

It let out a keening wail, though not out it’s mouth somehow, because at the same time it said, “We from Glasgow, what that’s to do with - ” 

“Oh mine’s from Inverness”

“Your… wife.“

“My wife, Amy, she’s around her somewhere,” and added more to himself “I need to find her.”

“The fuck you bring her here for?”

“More like she brought me, she likes to uh travel,” he pulled a needle from his emergency kit bag. “This is a painkiller.”

He’s not sure what good it’ll do but he can’t think of what else he could try to help. The creature suddenly went still. Despite the near constant clanging of the pipes of the pipes, it felt very quite.

“How you with needles, uh Caz right?”

“Aye, Cameron Mcleary,” his mouth, that along with his hands seemed spared the awful infection, pressed into a flat line before he said, rather defeated,“I’m alright with ‘em”

“Nice, this - ” won’t hurt, no that will not work today, “ - this’ll sting a little.”

He took a couple of hesitant steps forward looking for something that looked like a shoulder that wasn’t covered in growths. Very aware that there was only a certain amount of time before he might take a bad turn again. Caz began to… it might have been crying, there was no where for tears to fall

You cannae help me - you - I cannae be helped 

Rory sighed, did it really matter, he could see half a dozen veins throbbing uncomfortably close to the surface of his skin. He admitted the shot and winced just a little as a small static shock shivered through him. He put his hand on a part of the creature that still clung to a scrap of a blue overall.

“Hey, look I um… I came here with a doctor and…”

“A doctor?” 

“He’s not exactly that sort of doctor,” he added quickly, “and I can’t promise anything but- ”

“That mouthy wee lass is a doctor?”

“ - if there is anyone who could help it’s probably h- wait who?” 

“That your girl? She a doctor then?”

“Yes!” He gripped that part of his shirt, meaning to pull him closer, though the thing didn’t budge and he only really succeeded in pulling him right up to his face, “I mean no, she’s not that some else - but! you know where she is!?”

The thing rumbled, I… I can hear her, she’s with O’Connor. Oh god…it’s after O’Connor I can hear it… all of ‘em, oh god -

“Hey, hey can you help me find her, and the Doctor. We can all get out of here and then we can see if we can help you

He sat up a little but paused, “ I… I cannae - got to fix the fucking generators” 

”Addair looks like he has that sorted- “ Rory began before he realised his mistake.

A change came over him, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but for the first time he seemed like what he was. Inhuman. Frightening but no longer frightened. His snarl looked almost like a grin as he turned around making straight for the control panel again. 

They could see Addair working the control’s behind the glass. Safe, Rory thought, until he started to crawl in through a small opening in the ceiling. The engineer screamed at the creature came in and kept coming in stretching out longer and longer until all that could be seen out the window was a knot of roiling flesh 

“Shit,” he heard Scooby crouched with a key at the far end of the generators. 

“Get the fuck off me!” The voice came up from inside. 

Your fault! You locked me in there with THAT THING! 

”YOU ARE THAT THING ! YOU FUCKING BEAST - I WAS KEEPING THE REST OF US SAFE”

No! No, nonono 

”Hey, stop!” Rory made it up to the platform but there was no way in. The door was jammed and Caz had… filled up the rest of the cabin, “Stop! I need your help!

Scooby was still cowering at the back of the room. He spun around and caught sight of someone in a vent above them. She stared straight at Rory and put her finger to her lips. Right. No help there then. His foot almost caught against a big piece of piping that had fallen off the wall. Staggering a bit at the weight he picked it up and swung it at the cabin wall

The noice had all the ears of all the human beings ringing but Caz shrieked at writhed a long moment before stilling. 

”Let him go,” he said firmly in the short gap of silence, “You said someone needs to fix the generators and I need your help to find Amy and… yeah. She out there alone, please Caz, I’m really worried.” 

The was the sound of spluttering ignition cut off his rambling and they all turned to see Scooby restarting the generators. The lights came on and Rory saw for the first time saw exactly what damage that ‘thing’ had done to the man. Those painkillers wouldn’t do anything It was only practise that stopped him from retching at the sight. Then just as quickly everything shut off. Not even the emergency lighting flickered. Rory found himself almost grateful. They all stood in the dark and waited.

“Alright, ” he heard Caz say finally, “Alright I’ll help you find your girl.”

Rory breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sound of Caz coming out of the cabin. Between the vaguely wet shuffling and settling machines he barely heard the soft rumbling words, “You’d better fix this” and an even softer “Fuck off” in reply as he exited the vent. It wasn’t ideal but it would have to do for now.

[pickleddandelions]

I keep seeing fanart for the Infected By Oil AU made by @thesleepyfable every time I open Tumblr. I love the design for Caz and wanted to draw it. I hope you like it :)

[zoidennnfie]

little mac against former boxer cameron mcleary!

[thegameartist03]

watched a playthrough of Still Wakes the Deep (PHENOMENAL game) and i am disappointed that Caz did not have that taffy in him. everything seemed like it was perfectly set up for him to have that taffy in him (being presumed dead after rescue, knowing where the taffy stuff was around him, surviving as long as he did, not getting horribly injured, hearing things from the Big Taffy) but i completely understand why that wasn't the twist the game developers went for.

however, in order to cope i am now imagining a version of the game where Caz got Ethan Winters'd by the taffy after he fell in the water. this would affect the gameplay at multiple points and add new mechanics as well as incorporate the original ones, and certainly provide some conflict for a man who just wants to get home to his wife and daughters and keep his friends safe.

bonus! being taffy'd would give the player the option to save people who originally died by sacrificing Caz's humanity bit by bit and embracing the taffy more to overcome obstacles. you could even communicate with the already fully taffy'd guys and get them to calm down or move or target specifically you instead of other people.

just a concept, i probably won't do much with it. but i do have a very distinct image of Caz having a shiny oilslick sheen to his eyes like the Big Taffy after he's pulled out of the water.

[thesleepyfable]

What is happening?! Three Infected by Oil pieces in one day. I can't thank you enough!

Don't worry about the hands, because this still looks great. I imagine this is Caz right after he's turned? Please, everyone, check out this blog for amazing content!

Look at me being a follower heheheheh

What’s trending? @thesleepyfable’s infected Oil crew, that’s what.

I massacred his fucking hands but man what a fun combo of colours to slap together. It’s vibrant and just gives you the giddies when you’re painting it. Fable, you’re onto something beautiful here! Thank you for letting me have a crack at drawing him! Go check out her blog to see some seriously eye-striking Oil Crew and even more of her works! @thesleepyfable

[stressedbeetle]

I need more appreciation for Finlay that woman is the goat

not only is she seemingly the only woman working on the oil rig (although they are the skeleton crew so there might be more but probably still a lot less than the men) but she, a probably middle aged smoker went through the rig parkouring around just as much as Caz, avoided her infected coworkers and still managed to keep calm and do her job

she's also the one to realize that they need to blow the entire rig up to stop the eldritch horrors from making their way to the mainland

(side note she's good at darts as we see she's in the finals against brodie)

[thesleepyfable]

'I'm sorry, Suze. I'm so sorry...'

What if Caz was caught and infected? I honestly thought he was going to be after his encounter with O'Connor. With each of the men representing a deep sea creature, Caz will become a Chimera Shark.

Infected Caz design here.

[paradoxespersonified]

Another WIP with infected Caz! he's only just started to mutate in this scenario, and the shape has actually saved him from falling off the catwalks under the rig in this case!

It was quite the surprise when it happened. im actually loving working with a little forced perspective and drawing the sticky tendrils has been extremely fun! :3

idk when ill get around to finishing it but i figured i post the progress anyways!

[milestonekestrel]

I want it to feel normal again…

[pickleddandelions]

Suze taking oil Caz to apologize to Billy Chamberlain

I was doodling during an online class and liked angry tiny Caz enough to do a full drawing with him.

I realized I did Suze's sweater wrong after I already made the pattern. I'm not that happy with how I drew her to be honest.

Once again, the Infected by Oil AU was made by @thesleepyfable

[beauisoffline]

swtd headcannons!!

Caz is a complete emotional drunk. Suze once even found him hugging a cabinet, swearing he wouldn’t leave it alone ever again.

Roy always used to bake with his aunt when he was little. The baking turned gears to cooking after Roy’s diabetes diagnosis.

Finlays son is in his late 20’s/early 30’s, and is in the Air Force.

Rennick actually has 3 grandchildren.

Caz used to run track (mostly hurdles) in school before he went to boxing, hence why he’s so fast, and can vault/jump over things with ease.

(May not be a headcannon) Raffs is an apprentice under Brodie supervision.

In the beginning of Raffs apprenticeship, he actually didn’t trust Brodie a lot, leading to Brodie promising he’d look after him.

The crew (besides Trots, McLurg, and Rennick) has all secretly created a Addair hate club. Surprisingly (maybe not), Sunil is the original creator of the club.

Muir really enjoys the beach, and tends to walk around finding shells, and ironically, hermit crabs.

O’Connor is a cat guy, and has 2 tuxedo cats back on the mainland he named Houdini and Shela.

Bruce loves sharks. He doesn’t really tell anyone else or else he will yap their ear off.

Finlay avoids the smell of onions like the black plague. She’ll only tolerate the smell if they are cooked in any way to minimize the stench.

Alex answers almost any question about his action with “your mom” when he’s with Sunil

Sunils mother died when he was 3 from a lung infection he has yet to know what caused it in the first place.

Innes tried to dye his hair red with a drink mix he found, accidentally staining his hands and forehead red for at least a week.

During said week- Muir refused to hold were Innes held, as it felt oddly sticky because of the juice packet.

ask for any specific characters for headcannons!!

[sukipershipper]

TW: BLOOD, GORE AND INFECTION

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They've been circling around my head for a while these funny guys- The idea that Muir still knows and thinks of Innes led me to believe that when Muir 'kills' him he gets a sense of clarity and sort of realizes 'oh fuck what did I do?' idk just some sad angsty shit really

also the way Innes tells Caz that Muir was the monster breaks me heart everytime. Like it's almost a 'that's my friend, that's my fucking friend' sort of tone

Oh and chucked a Caz and Roy in there cause their dynamic makes me laugh lmao

[inky-ash]

Caz on the phone to Finley after arriving too late to save Roy and saying those famous words as he looks out from the window onto to the chaos infecting the rig . Tears still slightly falling from his eyes but a look of murderous dark rage on his face as he look at the spreading biomass outside

Caz: 👿 I Want Off This FUCKING Rig👿

Ask and you'll receive, here's your daily dose of Caz angst