RedDragon158

Doctor Iceberg swiped his card to check in, another day in the SCP Foundation. He ran his hand down the bleached blue scarf that he always wore; it was cold. Like him. Like his heart, he thought to himself.
He entered his office, like any other day, Gears was already there; working. “Morning, Gears."

Gears didn’t speak, he nodded once and went back to typing away at his computer, ‘probably working on a new SCP or something..’ Iceberg thought to himself.
Ice sighed, putting his things down beside the desk and bringing out a bottle of water that was frozen cold from his touch.
Beginning to work, Iceberg watched the water bottle thaw out and melt on his desk, he wanted to be less like a being of ice and more like a being of fire, able to destroy anything he wished. Not freeze them.

“Do you have today’s date?” Ice decided to break the silence.
Gears didn’t look up, or even glance sideways, “first of November.”
“Okay.” he sighed and typed up the date on the document he was working on, ‘it’s always like this, always a cold, awkward silence.’ Iceberg thought, playing with the fabric of his scarf as he thought and typed away at his computer.

Minutes passed, nothing happened. The ticking of the clock beside him drove him insane with the lack of noise in the empty room. To Iceberg, it felt like hours melting off of his life; trapped in a job he didn’t even want to work in.
He stopped.
He powered off his computer, picking up his things. “I have to go for a second.” Ice said, not awaiting a response from Gears.

It was a while before he heard the bottles clink together in his bag, the bottles of alcohol he always kept with him; along with a lighter and a small container of molotov cocktails. The Foundation never thought to check through any of the personnel’s bags, he didn’t think it occurred to them to check. ‘Will people care? Will people even notice?’ Iceberg thought, holding a hand over his bag to stop the bottles from clinking together, he didn’t wish to draw attention to himself.

The ticking kept repeating in his head.
The voices kept calling to him.
Calling to him to use his fire. Destroy what destroyed him. ‘No.’ He brushed them off like every other thought that passed through his head.

Doctor Iceberg pushed open the door to the bathroom, dropping his things gently on the ground next to him.
He stood over the sink, his eyes shone with an aspect of hope and destruction. He saw the Foundation go up in flames in his eyes.

Iceberg muttered something, chuckling softly; scratching off frozen tears running down his face. “They’ll all pay, all of them-“ he was cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening, it was Doctor Bright.

“Ice? What are you doing?” Bright seemed concerned to his fellow researcher. Iceberg looked back at him, frozen tears were stuck to his cheeks, they created purple bruises where they sat, “oh, I’m totally fine.”

“Yeah, you sure about that?” Jack Bright caught onto the frozen tears and his cracked glasses.
“Yes.”
“Okay..” Bright headed into a stall and closed the door, Doctor Iceberg picked up his things and left, continuing to scratch off the tears frozen to his face. He headed back to Gears’ office, saying nothing. The bottles were still clinking together in his bag, however, Iceberg didn’t really care about it. All he was thinking about was getting back to the silence of the office; even though it drove him insane. Everything he seemed to hear; the hum of the broken vents, the loud footsteps of lower researchers, everything. It drove him insane.

‘No. No. No. NO.’ He was screaming inside his head, it was too much. Iceberg felt his head spinning.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, “Doctor Iceberg? Are you okay?”

It was Gears, his voice was monotone, yet comforting. He seemed to calm down slowly. Iceberg became aware of his surroundings, the clothes he was wearing; the scarf that only slightly warmed up his body, the hum of the computers; it calmed him down. As much as that would do. “Thanks, Gears, I’m okay.”

Gears only hummed, nodded, and sat back down.

They were silent.

Time passed. The clock ticked on.

Before they both knew it, it was break, Gears stepped out of his office and headed to the break room; Iceberg following close behind, before taking a path to a long abandoned section of the site, he knew it contained various flammable materials. Ice smiled as he stepped into the unused room, bringing out one of his molotov cocktails and throwing it into the empty boxes.

The next thing he knew, the sound of the fire alarm rang in his ears as he ran from the room.

The flames resonated with a bright orange glow as they grew bigger.

Doctor Iceberg laughed, his glasses were cracked, but he could see.
As he stood in the sea of flames behind him; many people came to see what the source of the fire was, “you cowards” Ice laughed, “I’ll see you in hell” and with that he ran and ran. He left them in the ever growing sea of orange flames.

The Foundation was left to ash long after he left the Site. They had all died; and while Iceberg was left to watch the foundation burn against the flaring sunset; he had not a care in the world.
But news came to him. Doctor Gears. He was lost deep in the site and died from the flames.

“No.. NO!” Iceberg had lost him. The one that always seemed to be there when he was in troubling times; Gears may not have the same feelings, but Ice trusted him dearly. Why did he not think to escape with Gears? Why? Why..

“WHY!?” he screamed into the smokey black sky.
The former doctor looked at the moon and smiled one last time.
He clicked the gun and held it to his head.

“I’m sorry.”

And the shot was heard.
Iceberg was dead.