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He never really understood how he came alive in the first place. Observing any human being from infancy, seeing someone come into existance, like a new flower in bud, each petal first tightly furled around another. Then opening into a bloom, the life of that bloom must be something wonderful to behold..

But no, on one awfull day ‘poof’, it just happened, he came to life and so did bloodshed. After that everyone hated him, nobody talked to him, nobody cared for him. He sat, in one of the four corners in Flippy’s mind and thought. All the horrific things he’s been through….

He would lose track of time, nothing to do except reliving memories, nightmares, tortures. Sometimes he would blankly stare to his other self’s world. Bright, colourful, warm. He hated that Flippy got to see and have the good parts of the world while he suffered. Because everytime Flippy looked at the sea he saw a flicker of hope that bred bright vermillion, golden and azure stars that endlessly danced throught the night that brought the opportunity and hope of a new day.

 Meanwhile all he saw was blood and fire. Burnt embers and dead logs turned to ash, no hope for a new day, no hope for any day. Flippy should’ve been greatful for him, after all being a part of his life had many positive outcomes, like how he became more passionate and ambitious. Who knew the unhealthiest parts of him were the most artistic.  The thought that Flippy trying to get rid of him with pills and therapy iritated him. HE saved both of them from bullets and bombs, the greedy and mischievous claws of the enemy… and this is how he thanked him.

Therefore he wanted to make Flippy’s life as unlivable as his, but deep down inside, in the forsaken cracks in his heart he heared whispers from his lost soul warning him of his ego attacks that were stirring Flippy’s self control. So he would sit in a corner and think.

Fliqpy whished people would normalize being lost in life. Not knowing what you are passionate about, where you want to live, what you want to do, where you want to go… Years have passed over the massacre he was responsible from, sometimes he didn’t know If he should be happy or sad; knowing how quick things can change within a year and thinking will there be any more grief to hold.

Now his other self was dating this ‘red head’ and of fucking course she was scared of him, everyone was. Everytime he thought about anything related to war and suffering he would nearly slaughter the entire town. He named her Flaky, he didn’t know her real name but he thought it suited her. She witnessed how he killed the residents of the town before and unfortunately she sometimes too was killed by his bloodthirst. When she ran (away from him) the dandruffs in her hair would flutter to the ground like precious pieces of snowflakes and diamonds which would leave a trail for him to find her. Most of the time he didn’t bother chasing after her, Flippy clawing at his brain screaming for him to not lay a finger on her annoyed him more than the actual satisfactory of tearing her apart and drinking her warm blood.

He never actually started caring for her until recently, he started getting jealous of Flippy’s affection towards her. Even though she started showing extreme cases of paranoia towards him, acting really cautious, zoning out randomly and tremoring, he got curious. Maybe he would have someone to talk to and she would ask how he felt. Shit, maybe Flaky would be key to get out of the horrors in his head and be free.

No, he had to know, perhaps If he supressed Flippy enough he would be able to talk to Flaky and they would try to find a way to get rid of his other self and unite.. That seemed like a good plan but he rarely saw a glipse of her. He was sure Flippy had no idea on how he saw and appreciated Flaky. Those deep crimson eyes that hallucinated him with their seductive magic. The sweet look that sent chills down his spine. He tried to talk to her the first time on that cloudburst day, where he saw that Flippy’s little girlfriend was more than the weak and innocent porcupine he thought she was…

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Flippy had to run some errands and (of course) forgot to check the weather forecast, which eventually left him in heavy rain and thunderstorm in a dark night. Flaky happened to be passing by with her car (and was rather kind enough to run past him due to her paranoia, much to Flippy’s suprise). Then her tire got punctured by a nail (which made Fliqpy debate whether it was a good time to come out, kill and drive away..) and she struggled to use the lug wrench to get the tire out. Once she spotted Flippy approaching, she started shaking, curled on the ground and covered her head. Her thick flowing hair wild and half wet from the rain and her clothes drenched in rainwater (the sight was even slightly majestic for Fliqpy that he decided to lay low and not cause more trauma to the couple). When Flaky finially realised he was trying to help she nervously invited him for a ride.

The ride was definitely awkward and Flaky freaked out whenever she noticed his presence. Flippy tried his best to chat and explain to her that everything was under his control (while Fliqpy held himself back from proving him otherwise), that she had nothing to be scared of and she could join him for dinner or stay the night If she was feeling hungry or cold. She was flattered but kindly (and rudely) declined his offer.

After a while of (combersome) interactions, the couple seemed happy (Flaky smiling softly under her breath, calm enough to concentrate on the road, Flippy telling her about the funny coversation between him and Petunia at the market) and Fliqpy was bored, really REALLY bored. Not that he wasn’t bored all the time in Flippy’s dumb brain but rather he felt lonely to be jelous of their mutual understanding. 

Flippy would describe their relationship in one word, home. There was this unimaginable thing that happened when they met. Flippy would breath differently, think differently, act differently, talk differently…. He would be consumed by thoughts of Flaky. The glimpse of that familiarity in her eyes made him feel like everything would be fine. Like she’s built a warm home in him that he carried around. However… Fliqpy had no home. He thought about all the things he has gone through that no one, even Flaky, knew about. He got sad thinking that no one will ever know about all these things that made him.. ‘him’.

For instance; whenever Flaky stayed the night with Flippy, she would wake Flippy up everytime he had a nightmare, wipe his tears away, cradle him in her arms and would sing a soft lullaby to calm him down. While he still saw paralyzing dilemmas and insufferable images from his past, Flippy wouldn’t allow him to break free from his mind. He would take extra pills to silence and trap him when Flaky wanted to spend time with him. What Flippy didn’t know was the only reason he wanted come out around Flaky now was to have the equal affection and fondness that Flippy recieved from Flaky. Yes, he killed her before, in very brutal ways (and even drank her blood), but that was before he started to have feelings for Flaky. Getting to know Flaky and earning her trust may eventually lead to her falling in love with him too (as Fliqpy thought).

As a result of his boredom, he tried to come out of Flippy’s mind hoping he can at least have a little conversation with Flaky. She watched Flippy as he struggled to keep himself stable, green eyes slowly turned to yellow as Flippy started to hyperventilate and lose control. Her face looked absolutely alarmed and her little fingers gripped the steering wheel too hard in a panic-stricken way.

Fliqpy slowly tilted his face towards her. “Hey… sweetness” he muttered not realizing how predatory his constricted pupils looked. And there she was, with the most luminous and ravishing reddish eyes he has ever seen, so scared that she was too leaned to the side of the door and her breathing VERY irregular. She wasn’t supposed to be scared of him, she was supposed to pull over, hug him, cry to him and maybe kiss his lips in this little time that they had, tell him how she craves a physical connection, words with depth, that she is interested on who he is and where he came from, his desires and fears.. That she yearns to know every inch of him beyond the surface…. (Even though those were porbably what he wanted to do to her rather her doing it to him.)

“P-please..!” She whispered and his heart cracked. His mind grew anxious and Flippy tearing at his brain, screaming and begging him not to hurt her was not making his current situation any better. He slowly and gently moved his hand towards her in an attempt to touch her soft hair and perfectly perfumed cheek. Her striking eyes followed his hand, then suddenly she glanced towards the road.

She screamed…

Everything went black after a loud crash..

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Fliqpy opened his eyes, everything hurt but it wasn’t unbearable, he twisted his (terribly injured) head. Shattered glass, pieces of metal, rough surface of tarmac, his scraped skin burning, Flaky’s car plowed into a utility pole, with Flaky still inside. It took a second for him to realise that from the impact, he was thrown through the windshield of the car, leaving Flaky in with cuts, bruises and much more. He quickly (uneasily) got on his knees and approached the car. The fuel tank was badly damaged and leaking, mixing with the rainwater. Fliqpy feared that the car might explode.

“Flak- You-, please open the door, I-I don’t mean no harm, please you need to get out of there..” She slowly turned her head to his direction, thin strands of red hair camouflaged the blood oozing from the side of her delicate face. Her expression, puzzled, scared, very startled.

Fliqpy tried to open the door himself but the car was automatically locked from inside.

 “Please- I’m begging you, open the door.” She shook her head and looked down at her arm. Only then Fliqpy noticed the long metal piece that pierced through her elbow, stabbing her to the seat, unable to move. She tried to move, gritted and cleched her now sharp teeth but It was no use. She started bleeding more, tears rolled down her cheeks and started mixing with her blood.

She looked so helpless and desperate but wild and savage at the same time. Like a fish tangled in a net. Even so having a quiet violence, never giving the thought to how much destruction she could cause. A beautiful untamed spirit. Predatory… Ravenous.. Ferocious….

“Flaky…” He whispered. She didn’t follow his gaze, and rather concentrated on untangling herself from her seatbelt (with one hand) without letting anymore glass pieces tear at her flesh.

“Flaky!” He repeated in a higher tone. The louder tone got her attention, she stared at him with confusion. Fliqpy suddenly saw the reflection of himself on the front door glass. His head was bleeding from the side, one of his eyes was bruised where he hit his head, his knees scraped all the way to his ankles, clear fluids were dripping down his nose. He looked terrible..

“Flaky, turn your head away.” She looked at him, like she debated whether he was talking to her or he was talking to himself. Fliqpy looked at his feet where the leaking petrol reached and reflected different colours. “TURN AWAY AND CLOSE YOUR EYES DAMMIT!” He screamed, desperate for her obedience.

She slowly did as she was told and squeezed her eyes shut. Fliqpy gathered all his strength and with a last look at her he elboved the window, the sudden sound of glass breaking caused Flaky to gasp and scream out of fear with a cracked voice. He quickly popped his head in the car and opened the door from inside to get her out (forgetting about the shiny metal that passed through her arm).

Her seatbelt was halfway through her neck as she gaped for breath, he thought about removing it manually but he was not going to risk the seatbelt rub across her open wounds and cause more pain. He could feel the cold petrol flow just outside his tactical boots. He thought of a much safer solution, reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out his old pocket knife. Flaky froze in paralyzing fear as Fliqpy came close to her with his knife.

“Don’t worry I’ll get you out of h-” Within that very second, in blind rage and shock, Flaky grabbed a glass shard that was sitting beside her seat and thrusted it right across Fliqpy’s face. He dropped his knife in intense pain and screamed in agony. The last thing he saw was the raging and broken look on Flaky’s gorgeous face before he stumbled backwards and almost didn’t notice the honk of the truck that was speeding in his direction. Almost immediately all of his bones were broken with the sound of cracks, he felt his warm blood circulate freely inside him, he squirmed then remained silent, letting the rain droplets numb his sore face, his wet clothes on the cold tarmac floor as he closed his eye to see pitch black.

After their first encounter he was sure of one thing. Flippy found the perfect partner, who could give him love, affection and protection. But what HE found beneath the surface of the love and joy was possessiveness, passion, bravery and insanity, where he found the reason and depth for his existance…

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Unfortunately no chapter but I want to learn what you think about the last chapter. If you want another chapter what would you like to see or which side of the story you would like the story to go. Me and a few of my friends already workshopped over the next chapter but would gladly take opinions from you dear readers!