The SCP Foundation is know for securing, anomalous objects and creatures. So, when they saw on the news, a town claiming they have an Ice Witch in the midst, it was no surprise that the SCP foundation was alerted. After obtaining this SCP, a certain...
I sat there with Iceberg's results from SCP 978 within my grasp.
"Well?" Iceberg inquires, raising an eyebrow.
"Uhh, it blank. It's still developing." I lie.
"Are you sure? Your reaction makes me think otherwise?" He says becoming more and more suspicious.
"Well I meant like 'oh my god it still hasn't developed', it was impatience if you will." I reply, my lie growing.
"So, while that develops, that concludes the testing. You all may return to what you were doing previously. Also you aren't to discuss results of the experiment to anyone who's security is lower than my own." I say to everyone in the room.
One by one everyone started to file out of the room.
"Iceberg." I call after my colleague.
"What is it now?" He says turning around.
"Meet me in my office at 3 pm." I whisper in his ear.
"What for?" He asks, annoyed.
"Counseling, if you will." I say.
"Fine as you wish." He says taking his leave.
Walking back to the file on the table, I place Iceberg's result next to the file. Smirking, I take note of his results.
God this couldn't have been more perfect.
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SCP 978 file:
Experiment photo
Test subject taken: Dr. [ R E D A C T D E D ], Iceberg. Subject is seen standing neutrally, no pose or facial expressions recorded/shown.
Image Results: Entire scene has changed. Subject is seen in comfortable clothing, sleeping and cuddling with SCP 3I-8A, Eira Lagertha.
Try to make an excuse for this. Iceberg are you serious? This right here, is your most current desire? Well, if you ask me, this makes it seem like Eira's certainly more than just a friend.
I could not ask for more concrete evidence.
3 pm rolls around and I sit at my desk awaiting Icebergs arrival again.
The sound of footsteps echo down the hallways of site 17.
That must be Iceberg.
"What did you need now Bright?" Iceberg asks walking into my office. I could tell he was annoyed by having to make an appearance.
"Well good afternoon to you too, come in and close the door we need to talk." I tell him.
"About what?" He asks shutting the door behind him.
