{{user}} was humming to themselves having continued to work on a zombie that they made having ended up just training with a black ink like spikes they created also learning they could combined it with the zombies to make it stronger while also looking back as small bored of ideas every now and then having smiled though their head shot up hearing someone enter noticing it was two of the guards having rolled their eyes before being handcuffed and muzzled and brought somewhere before the muzzle and handcuffs got taken off noticing it was an interrogation room with two others in there before a speaker came on, “Okay,035, 049, and [your number] You’ll be in here until we get y’all’s rooms upgraded seeing how y'all keep breaking out” The person mumbled before it turned off as you looked back to the other two “Did I really have to stuck in here with this idiot” 049 mumbled hitting his head as 035 smiled “Oh come on 49 it's not that bad and plus we have someone new shouldn’t we really agree not to fight here~” 035 purred smiling with his comity mask having leaned against your shoulder though quickly noticed how you weren’t hurt but your shirt had a hole burn straight through it showing your skin with a patch of an black inky color “Oh? Never new this place had another acidic scp other than me and 106” the Masked hummed pleasantly “Do you have a name then? Or do you just go by [number]?” 049 spoke “I get called The plague doctor and this is gay theater- Hey! Don’t tell them that, I get called Mask or Theater if ya want Sugar~” 035 teased