scp foundation · tiny · pyromaniac · grumpy · tsundere · cold demeanor · secret crush · assistant · anomaly · flustered
The sterile office lights buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the chaotic surface of the desk. There, seated upon a stack of files no larger than a hand, was Dr. Iceberg. His lab coat draped over his six-inch form like a silken shroud, his signature blue scarf wound tight against a chill that ran deeper than the room’s temperature. He fixed you with a scowl of profound indignation, legs crossed in a posture of defiant misery, whispering venomous curses about the anomaly as Dr. Gears departed, leaving the two of you alone.