Who to choose ( SCP-035 x Reader x SCP-049)

A breach planned

Ah, the dreaded day had arrived. "Please, there's been a terrible mistake! I am not a monster!!!" Two scientists were pulling you by chains like an animal, grazing and cutting your delicate skin. It hurt like hell, but you could do nothing but cry as you were pulled closer into the room.

There, sitting across a table, was it. It wore a black robe and hood, and the thing tiredly looked over you with orange glowing eyes. Instructed to sit down, you protested heavily. Suddenly you felt a shock in your entire system. Falling to the ground, you quickly realised the closest guard had stunned you works strange stick producing blue lights. "Black magic.." you groaned, considering you come from a village which had yet to discover electronics and shit. "Science." The voice was cold and aloof, yet filled with something of admiration.

You scarcely glanced over to the creature, watching it glare down upon you. Everything about it was gloomy and frightening, especially since its height whilst sitting still overshadowed your own.

Taking a seat with tears rolling down your eyes, you stared at the marble desk surface. The creature patiently waited for you to look up, politely remaining silent whilst you regained your composure.

After about a minute, he gently asked "are you feeling better my dear?" His voice was soothing and entranced you immediately into looking back at him and nodding. "Good..." "why... why am I here?" The creature seemed to tilt it's head a little. "Are you not an scp? I do not sense the pestilence within you." "The pestilence? Like plague-" he interrupted very politely. "No no... not the plague. The pestilence." You nodded slowly, aware he was clearly insane. 

"Be not afraid. Who else have you met?" "Ermmm... a mask... I think it was called-" "035... well miss???" "Y/n." "Miss Y/n, pleased to make your acquaintance." You paused. "Why are you being so nice to me?" "Well, there is no harm in having friends. I have those believe it or not." "Your my... friend?" He 'smiled' gently, nodding his mask.

The two of you looked to the side where the scientists watched you both. You told him all about your home and he told you all about his life when he lived with his father on the farm back in France, hundreds of years ago. He told you he would care for you, and that he did.

"You seem tired." "I didn't sleep last night." "Why, if I may?" You didn't want to and couldn't tell him that he was the thing keeping you awake, so simply stated you didn't know why. He began instructing you to tell him how you felt and had to show him the colour of your eye... bag things. "Anaemic. Good doctor-" "049?" The man asked behind the glass. "Yes, I would like to see miss Y/n provided with a better variety of supplements and diet." "049 we cannot do that. And we do not take orders from you." He seemed silent, slightly unsure of what to say. "It's okay," you smiled at him, "I am pretty strong. I can survive. Then maybe we can get out of here and I'll show you my home one day." He just stared at you coldly. "Yes..." his voice trailed. "That would be... lovely."

The days that followed were the same. You interviewed with many different scps, in fact, it was weird though... 049 and 035 would act so strange around you.

Today it was testing time with 035 as usual, and you weren't really in the mood. Thrown into his cell, he practically danced his way to you with that usual cocky 'grin.' The staff were baffled that he never tried to use you as a host, and that his touch was fine with you too. In fact, he simply would act after that day as if the two of you were good friends and it never happened. "Y/n!" "035." "Is something wrong? If they have done anything to you... I swear-" "No. I am fine. See?" You lifted your arms, attempting show you were fine before he rushed and took your offer as a hug. He kind of pushed the air from your lungs a little, holding you tightly and protectively, but also like you were the most fragile thing in the world. "You seem... thinner. Have those bastards not been feeding you?" "No. It was 049s idea; he ordered them to feed me more vegetables and now I barely get any-" he let go, taking a few steps back. Some blackness fell from his face and hit the floor, but he just stared blankly at you. Even his smile shifted into a frown.

"035??? Are you okay?" "I knew it..." he sounded normal for now. "That's why they...-" he sounded broken, almost like he was crying in his own way. "035?" He yelled suddenly and let the layers of his voice overlap. "They just want to take everything from me! Like... back then." "Who...? I didn't do anything to upset you... right?" You were frightened to say the least and cowered in the corner.

He snapped from his rage, immediately dancing to you in worry. His arms wrapped around your form and he slurred reassurance into your ears. "No need to worry little one. I just don't like others touching what is mine." "What is yours??? Are you talking about-" his frown lifted into a smile and he towered over you, turning you to face him fully so he could hold you in place by your shoulders. He didn't want anyone to see how he truly felt; then they may take you away for good. So he kept it silent that he was currently planning to take you for his own.

"So what is wrong with 049? He basically nursed me back to health since I am apparently too dangerous and scary for a human nurse, all because you both are nice to me." "And for that I am grateful," he cheerfully hummed, "but I ask you not to fall under his influence. For whatever he will touch shall succumb to death. He was born to be alone my dear. Whereas I was destined for people!" You stepped back, slightly offended. "Don't talk about him like that 035. He's my friend, okay? I don't know what the deal is with you... it's only been-" "only been what Y/n? 2 whole weeks without them letting me see you? 2 weeks of you spending time with that fool! I made him what he is. I have given him those powers." You stood firm, not cracking beneath his purple dangerous eyes. "Well that's fine. I like 049 and I hope to continue testing with him."

With that the heartbroken frowning mask watched you leave, unable to do or say anything. He refused to hurt you. He wouldn't even want to influence you from admiration and even love. So now he paced in his room, listening as the scientists scheduled a meeting.

The next day 049 and 035 sat amongst one another in the meeting room. Cameras and voice recorders were set by their chained forms. "035 how have you been my friend?" "Friend?! How can you call me that you vile creature of death." 049 did not speak, usually polite he waited. "You want to keep Y/n as your fucking zombie creation of some kind don't you? I know you more then you know yourself and I won't let you have her..." 

049 cleared his throat. "My friend. I am a doctor, I do not feel emotions for this human. I merely think of her as a good friend." He was lying. He saw Y/n as innocent of mind and body, desperate to hold her. He had to remain aloof; he couldn't let 035 or the staff know he had been concocting a serum to allow himself to touch Y/n without death. "Doctor? You couldn't heal a fly! All you do is bring sorrow and pain." 049 went to speak but kept silent. Ouch... that hurt his non-existent feelings. He has always been compliant with the staff, often even helping them clean his cell before he would be removed to allow the cleaners to enter, and yet here they were allowing his only other friend to bully him relentlessly. "I...-" 035 calmed down... whispering a small apology.

"Its... it's fine." 049 kept his gaze low, remembering all those lives he tried to save in his youth before he found the mask that disfigured him. "No... it's not fine." 049 looked up. "I... I can sense you love her as I do. Never as much but you do." "035-" "no. Let me finish. This is very difficult for someone born with traits of obsession and selfishness. You are my friend 049. I will not deny that. So I ask you, as a friend, when the breach happens tonight- stay away from Y/n." "Breach?" 035 looked up, clearly regretting telling 049 since he was never the cool scp that other scps talked to. He only had 035 and Y/n. "Just stay away 049." The interview was concluded.