SCP-035 x SCP-049 Oneshots

🌸True Tragedy🌸

AN: Angst time lol bc idk what else to do ^^ have fun. Also this is going to go full Shakespeare so be prepared

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SCP-049 snuck around the site, no one realizing he had escaped. He kept to the shadows and incapacitated anyone who saw him. His friend had not come and visited him in a while, and he wanted to see the adorable, smart, loving man that he had come to adore; he was finally ready to confess his affection.

While 049 was sneaking around, he overheard two researchers discussing something. "I'm not sure why it just snapped. Nothing was wrong before." "Yeah, the janitors just went in to clean up the liquids and the mask was just broken in half. Wasn't even any more liquid produced." The doctor was horrified, as he knew exactly who was out of commission.

The doctor waited until the researchers moved on before dashing to his beloved's containment chamber. He broke the lock on the door with the pliers that he pulled out of his bag and ran in.

He could already see the result in the glass chamber: SCP-035, broken in half on his pedestal, in tragedy. 049 ran up to the glass, broke it with the tool used to break the lock, and threw the tool along with his bag off to the side.

He picked up the two pieces of the mask, a jagged cut splitting it. The doctor held the two pieces against each other, hoping it would just reconnect. But their world was anomalous, not magic. The doctor began to cry as he crumbled to the floor. The two pieces fell out of his hand onto the ground, still put beside one another, as the doctor sobbed.

049 didn't know what to do. Someone had finally made his life different, someone gave him a purpose other than spending all day every day curing the Pestilence that everyone around him seemed to take as a joke. The doctor felt empty, and didn't know what to do with himself.

His eyes trailed off toward his bag and the sharp tool that lay beside it. Without thought, the doctor scrambled over to his bag, returned the pliers, and dug out a sharp scalpel. Perhaps there is an afterlife where we would be together again, he thought. But even if not, I could not bear staying in this facility one more minute without him.

049 took the scalpel and plunged it into his body, directly where the heart would be according to human anatomy. He had a vital part of his makeup in that same spot, so death soon followed as he fell onto the floor; his head resting beside his beloved.

Not long after, a thick white thread pierced through the mask just beside the crack. It went through the other half of the mask and appeared again on the original side. It slowly made its way across the crack, sewing it up. When the thread reached the end of the mask, 035's thoughts suddenly became active once again.

He mustered up all his energy and mass produced his liquid before forming it into a human-shaped mass he could use as a vessel. Once in control of a body, he took a deep sigh. "Whew, that took a lot out of me. I'm not even sure how I managed to do all that. Whew!" 035 plopped onto the floor, sitting down only to notice something beside him. He looked over to find his crush's dead body, the scalpel sticking out of his chest.

035 was horrified at the sight, and sat in shock for several minutes. His thoughts were rapid, but he was void of most feeling. His attention snapped to the scalpel, his thoughts emptying. He grabbed the sharp blade and looked at the blood on it. He sighed, wiping the blood onto his ink-like mass of a host, before slicing cleanly through the newly generated thread that kept him alive. The regeneration was halted, and he would never have enough energy to pull himself back together ever again.

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Item #: SCP-049
Object Class:  ̶E̶u̶c̶l̶i̶d̶  Neutralized

Item #: SCP-035
Object Class:  ̶K̶e̶t̶e̶r̶  Neutralized

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