Drama Queen (Scp 049 x Scp 035)

Unexpected..

The collar tightly wrapped around his neck, it was uncomfortable to say the least, but he'd gotten used to them putting it on.

           He walked down the empty hallways, in tow of the guards. He truthfully wondered which 'Scp' as they called them, he would see today. Typically it was 999. Whom they knew 049 had taken a... confusion to. Once or twice he'd seen 096. Poor Shy Guy. To afraid of the world..
             His attention snapped back when he saw where they'd arrived. On the desk was a small page with a picture of a familiar mask. He read what he could: Scp-035 Object Class: Keter. He was ushered into the cell where a curious mask on a D-class personal sat. Following standard procedures for 049, the beeping initiated and the shackles fell to the floor before being dragged out.

          He walked towards the interview table and sat. "Please act as you normally would during other interviews Scp-049." A voice over the intercom rang out. He groaned and looked at the grinning mask. "Long time no see.." he said cheerfully.
        "It's been a week, Sock.." The doctor looked at him with a 'please be serious' expression before continuing, "How have you been since our last encounter?"

He knew the mask would be please with the question. He loved telling anybody he could all about him, "Oh, I've been fine. Finally got a host. Got to do an interview!" The Mask continued and the doctor listened.

After a bit he decided to speak in... another form. He knew 035 remembered the language so he began, (don't judge me I'm using google translate though I know it isn't the most trusted.) "Alors, avez-vous parlé avec quelqu'un d'autre? Quelles questions vous a-t-on posées?" (Translation: So, have you spoken with anyone else? What questions were you asked?) the mask grinned in response, "Je n'ai pas et c'est classifié." (Translation: I have not and that's classified.)
049 rolled his eyes in response. "I really don't see how.." Sock smirked, with a wide grin he replied, "I only told the truth. They were normal questions either way."

The talking continued and the doctor behind the glass took notes. The two Scps spoke about various things, like time in their containment. Finally, 049 came to a new topic, his cure. "I really have almost made a breakthrough. Although my test subjects are not... the ones I request, they still work to help me achieve more knowledge." He took out a leather journal. 035 looked at him in annoyance.

"You see, I've found the perfect repos-" The mask's face changed to tragedy. He looked at the doctor, interrupting him, "Oh my gods. I do NOT want to sit here listening to you ranting about your cure!! I swear you haven't changed a bit!"
The doctor looked at him with a hurt expression. "I understand. You are similar to the other 'men of science.' You are a man of emotion similar to them." His raspy, but smooth voice exposed through the room as he stood,
"I thought you'd understand, but it is quite alright, old friend."

"WAIT! Doc! That's not what I meant! I wanted to know more about your life outside the cure! Like how I told you mine!" The purple flailed in his eyes to get the doctor's attention. He reached forward when that didn't work and grabbed his arm suddenly, causing 049 to jolt from his position, whipping around to see what was going on.

"I'm sorry, just lost in thought, what were you saying?"