It Shines Down Blue

"Another day, another ride." Says Donald, driving down the streets slowly. He's enjoying the nice moonlight in his skin, the silent noises in the nearby forest. That is, until he hears something ruffling in the bushes, something big.
"...Is anybody in there?" Asks Donald to the mysterious figure, who looks at him and runs off. "Huh... Must've been a trash panda..." He mutters, sticking his head out the window. Suddenly, he felt an unusual cold feeling in the back of his head, and as he looked behind him, he saw...
"I need a ride." Dr. Iceberg. His hair was disheveled and he had leaves all over his clothing. He had a brown leather bag on him, which seemed to be full of somethings.
"...Iceler? What're you doing out here? Jeez!" Says Donald, surprised and startled.
"I said, I need a ride. And don't call me that." Repeats Iceberg, sitting in the back seat of Donald's car body, setting the bag down.
"Jeez, that's heavy..." Points out Donald, referring to the bag on what's technically considered his skin. "Uh... Where do you want me to take you..?"
"The nearest pharmacy." Iceberg says, breathing heavily.
"You definetly aren't going to find one of those in a forest." Donald jokes out, but Iceberg wasn't amused. "...Alright, alright..." He tries to make the situation less awkward and he begins to drive.


A few moments later...


The two have been quiet for the entire ride, Iceberg looking like a real iceberg with the way he's not making any movements.
"...So, uh... What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Donald asks, sounding a bit worried.
"...The moonlight is unusually blue. I tried to stop my son from looking at it." Iceberg leans back, pinching his nose.
"Wait, wait... What? You have a son?" Donald was incredulous.
"...I thought I had one, for the longest time." Donald now feels bamboozled, as Iceberg says that in a sorrowful like tone.
Donald didn't know how to reply, so he tried comforting him. "Sorry for your loss..."
Iceberg was as confused, but replied with an annoyed tone: "Do you have any cigarettes around here?"
"...Are you sure you want cigs in the current state you're i-"
"Yes."
Donald paused for a bit, before giving Iceberg a pack of Malboro and a lighter. Iceberg ignited it, but then put it out on the seat below him like an ash tray. Donald was surprised at the feeling.
"Ooowww... What the hell was that for?!" Donald asks angrily, but tones down as he sees Iceberg light up another cigarette.
"Drive faster." Iceberg threatened.
Donald does so, feeling sensitive and scared. He felt like a riding horse at that exact moment.


Donald waits outside the pharmacy for Iceberg, watching other people walk in and out of the pharmacy, the moonlight shining down on him. Sure, he could just drive away, but he's not that much of a dick to just leave the clearly unstable man in the middle of the streets. Donald almost falls asleep to the peaceful tune of nothingness, until he hears a crash.
"And don't ever come back here again!" Says the front cashier, kicking out Iceberg and throwing a bag with what seems to be antipsychotics inside of it at him. Iceberg falls to the floor, struggling to get back up.
"And don't fucking touch me ever again!" Iceberg shouts, before the cashier shuts the door on him. Donald drives over the sidewalk, close enough for Iceberg to grab onto the door handle and stand up again. As he does so, Donald stares at him, worried.
"Jeez, are you okay?! What did'ya do now?" Asks Donald.
Iceberg gets in the car front passengers seat, holding the plastic bag. "That clerk... Fuck..." He isn't able to speak properly, so he just swallows a pill of Risperidone.
"...Why do you have baby items in your pockets?" Donald asks, picking up a pacifier. Iceberg quickly takes it back, huffing at him. He replies: "None of your business..."
Donald, not wanting to start a warfare with him, just asks: "..Great! Where should I take you..?"
"Foundation. Foundation, now." Iceberg says, picking up his bag and putting all the items he stole on it. He puts on a pair of glasses, and Donald starts to drive off.


"You should put these on." Iceberg says out of the blue, giving him a second pair of glasses. "They will protect you."
"...From what?" Asks Donald, as startled as he was when he first saw Iceberg.
"It. The big blue. Don't you see, it's so unusually blue... The moonlight... I can feel it's presence..."
"...What- What the hell the big blue ya keep talking about??"
"I'm surprised you haven't seen it, I assume you're outside a lot. You see, I've been out here, studying it precisely, ever since it did this to me." Iceberg points at his body, referring to the unusual temperature of it.
"Look man, I think you just need to res-"
"You think that ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ is all black boxed because he was born like that? No! He saw it in all it's glory!"
They arrive at the foundation's entrance.
"Look man, take your medication and go to bed. Don't go out in the woods like that when there's 1000s out there. Stay safe." Says Donald to Iceberg, as he leaves the car.
Iceberg leaves without a word, except for unintelligible muttering. He leaves the second glasses on the seat, of which Donald picks up and starts investigating it. Donald then puts it on, and to his surprise... It's just normal glasses.
But he started to ponder with them on: "What was iceberg talking about..? The big blue? Something to do with ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇?..."
...
He drives off, ultimately left without answers.


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Pub: 10 Mar 2025 12:15 UTC
Edit: 10 Mar 2025 13:38 UTC