Every Friday, same thing over and over. You walk in, you interview it, you walk out. Walk in, interview, walk out. So simple..but you could swear your mind would play tricks on you. You'd sometimes even hear voices and odd whispering. It was "strange", to say the least.

A step was taken into the familiar chamber and for once in a lifetime, the lingering smell of rotten flesh and old blood wasn't there. The janitors must have done a better job this time, which put your mind at ease. That is, if the subtle whispering didn't return, which it did.

You took a seat in the metal chair and pulled your lab coat off to lay it on the table. The uncommon heat in the room had caught you off guard...did the personnel add heaters to the chamber? Well, it was good to know they took care of some of the staff down here.

You flipped the switch that enabled the intercom and inspected the dark glass you sat across. The lights were barely lit, but we're bright enough on your side of the chamber. It usually shows up once it hears your voice. You hoped it would be the case this time.

"Good evening, 035." You spoke through the intercom, looking for any signs of movements. It was here.

"My my, what gives me the honor of this visit?" "I come here every Friday for just about 7 months now, 035. I thought you'd get used to it by now."

The ice was thin, in both ways. It was hard to understand what the mask exactly wanted to hear or see as a response. Making it mad would be the worst case scenario. And, as said, the ice is thin. He'd break through the glass with a single punch. You sometimes wondered what would happen if that happened...

"Oh, you know, I miss the times when you used to come every Tuesday as well...I had much more entertainment back then. And we could talk so much more..." It pressed it's host's hands to the glass and let out a dramatic sigh, though it was very real. You couldn't imagine what it would be like to spend your time all alone for more than a day.

"I know I know, 035. But as you know, I can't really spend my days in your chamber. And the thought would be-" "Chilling? Get it, because the room is heated..?" It attempted a pun, and by the looks of it, succeeded as it earned a chuckle from you.

At least that explains the heat and sweet smell. It must've asked for those during another meeting. Seeing no TV anywhere, you supposed the third request was cancelled, as always.

A long but comfortable silence made it's way to the conversation, and you started scribbling on your notes. It was watching you patiently, still leaning against the glass.

"You fascinate me" It mumbled, looking at your small sketch of the mask. You turned your head to look at the entity and shot it a curious look. "I suppose you wouldn't tell me if I asked why?"

"Obviously! I would rather have you find out your worth yourself, but...to find another artist like me in a place like this...it still astounds me. Maybe we could even be what you'd call...a perfect pair?"

You smiled at the mask as you felt your face heat up the slightest. It wasn't wrong. You both liked theater, Greek mythology, arts, anything that went along those things. You were the creative, and it, the creator. You were never enough to it. It read you like an open book for almost a year now, but it never could predict you the slightest. It never got tired of you. It adored you.

"Well, how about we start off with giving you a name?" You suggested, leaning forward and tapping your fingers to the glass.

"A name?" It suddenly perked up in excitement and you could practically sense the happy vibe it gave off. "What will you name me, then?"

"Hmm..." You thought for a moment, trying to connect the dots between it's backstory and nicknames. "How about...Theophilus?"

The skip's smile faltered and instead, there was a look of adoration and compassion. You could've sworn you'd see small purple pupils appear in it's eye sockets for a fraction of a second. And with a deep breath, it sighed, and spoke:

"I love it, my μούσα"

★★★★

You were sitting in the giant common office that multiple researchers shared to work, when suddenly an alarm went off and loudly roared with red lights. It didn't last long until you heard an echoing and familiar voice complain about it...

"Now now, there's no need for such drama! Even though I do like a little chaos, that's just too much, boys!" It- no, he- exclaimed at the guards as they were pointing their guns at him. The scientists in the room looked scared, and you stood there, asking yourself what the hell that bloody mask was actually plotting.

"I only came for my wonderful muse..." It spoke softly, slowly walking over to you.
"Get away from that researcher or I'll shoot!!" An MTF ordered, but with no success, Theophilus kept walking.

"Shoot me all you want! I'm already dead!" The alarm stopped as he said that, but he was already too close to you for the guards risking to shoot. They could harm you badly.
As he stood in front of you, you were excited, but scared. You have never been this close to an scp before...a dangerous scp...

"I've been waiting for this opportunity..." He started, stroking your cheek with his gloved hand. "(Y/N)...will you do me the honor to leave this dreadful place and run our own theater together?" You let out a quick laugh and smiled up at him with a bright blush.

"I will~" you wrapped your arms around him and his smile grew in size, if that was possible.

Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style and starts running towards the entrance zone, making you let out a soft squeak.

As you both were outside after at least 30 minutes, he put you down and you watched the star-filled sky above you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it..?" He sighed softly, holding your hand tightly. "Do you know what else is beautiful?" He asks with a smirk, turning to you.

You giggled and managed to ask a "no, what?" as you already knew what he was about to say.

"You..."