(this is way before 035 was a part of the SCP foundation and this was requested by me so. Enjoy!)

You were getting bored waiting for the day to be over. Why you ask? Well, you work for the king and his daughter. Today has her birthday and she wanted to throw a masquerade ball to see if any of the men came was the right one for her. All your hard work and time you got nothing to show for it, so you snuck down and joined the ball.

Y/n's POV

I was already walking around and see everyone not really enjoying my hard work.

"Greetings Y/n my old friend."

I turned around in surprise to see my childhood friend Leonard. I didn't know that my beak-masked friend was here. He's a really good doctor.

"Leonard. You startled me."

"My apologies. You did a wonderful job. My partner wanted to see who made this place so beautiful. He's somewhere around here."

Oh thank god that at lest a few people like my work.

"I'll keep a lookout for him Leonard."

"Have a wonderful night old friend."

"Same to you old friend."

He walked away. I know that he prefers to be by himself. Who was his partner that like my work. Well, I better enjoy my work to the every end.

035's POV

It's almost midnight and I still can't find this wonderful artist. I wanted to ask him a few questions. I was near the wall, when my partner Leonard came over with a glass of wine for me. It's my favorite flavor was well. I still find it weird that he knows all my favorite things.

"What is troubling you friend?"

"I can't find the man that made this whole place into a work of art."

He only looked at me and finally chuckles.

"What?"

"The person that made this place a work of art is a woman."

WHAT?! A WOMAN?!

"What do you mean friend? Who is this woman?"

"She's an old friend of mine. Her name is Y/n."

"Y/n? What does she look like?"

"Like you, but a girl, with h/c hair that goes to her shoulders, s/c skin that shines in the candle light and e/c eyes that shine brightly in the moonlight."

That's all I need. That beautiful woman that was all by herself. The princess of my life. I walked up to her and giving Leonard my glass.

"Barnabas! Wait!"

I didn't wait. I walked up to her. My word Leonard was right about her, but her h/c hair shines as brightly as her hair. She spotted me looking at her.

"Hello."

"Hello, my lady. Are you the one that made this place a work of art?"

I saw a slight blush forming.

"That would be me. Are you the partner of a beak doctor named Leonard?"

"Yes, that's me."

We talked and danced for the rest of the night. Her beautiful f/c dress matching her eyes. I wish this dream would stay like this forever.

"THE PRINCESS IS DEAD!"

Everyone stopped and looked in horror.

Y/n's POV

Who would do this?! I hated her, but I know better. Then the king spotted me and told the guards something. The guards walked away. I looked at Barnabas, who looked back. Leonard quickly grabs us and dragged us away.

"GET THAT WITCH!"

WHAT?! The princess was killed by a witch?! Wait they do not mean me, right?! I looked back to see the guards chasing us. We fid in an old house. The house started to burn, then I go trapped. I looked for Leonard and Barnabas.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! LEONARD! BARNABAS! HELP ME PLEASE!"

It was no use. I let fate take over. This is how I end. Finding my friend and my love. I love you so.

035's POV

"NO! LEONARD LET ME GO! SHE NEEDS ME!"

I struggled against my friend's grip. But my host being weaker then him I had no choice, but to leave her. The next day when we left the kingdom I wanted the old man to pay for what he did. Y/n did nothing wrong. I realized that I have her gem necklace and Leonard had her bracelet. Y/n has our everything when it came to a friend or lover.

~years later~

'BARNABAS! HELP ME PLEASE! BARNABAS PLEASE HELP ME!'

I can't get her out of my mind. At least Leonard is here. I can't see him, but I still know that he's stuck here with me.

"SCP-035 are you alright?"

No I'm not alright. This was the day that I met Y/n and saw her burned alive.

"Yeah. Just going down memory lane."

I took out Y/n's gem necklace and cried until the next month. I wished that I did something Y/n. I'm sorry.