Hi! This is my first HTF story. If you notice any grammar mistakes, just tell me! Please R&R! :)
BTW, in this story, all the characters are different ages. Also, they are not, I repeat, NOT humanized.
Flippy-16
In the flashback:
Flippy-8
Cuddles-6
Toothy-7
Splendid-7
Splendon't-7
Handy-7
Sniffles-7
Lifty-7
Shifty-8
Pops-16
Mime-8
Nutty-7
Disco bear-12
P.S. There might be lemon (nothing too serious) in future chapters (and no, I don't mean chapter 2. Maybe 10 or so), so the rating might go up. Might even add couples... ;) That's all I'm tellin' yah!
Chapter 1: Last night's wish
Normal P.O.V.
Flippy chuckled to himself; all alone, just himself and him. Tears were on the edges of his eyes, and his throat stung from holding them back. He smiled a pitiful smile, still fighting the urge to cry.
Flippy sat on his bed and took an old book from the second shelf of his 8 foot book rack. He blew off some of the dust on the worn out cover and flipped it to the first page. A picture showed him and his friends at a younger time. Their faces beamed at him with such a content look, but he couldn't do the same. It looked like it was a sunny day in the photo, but as I looked out the window, I could see rain falling.
An ominous thunder was rolling in the distant background; the roaring sounding like weeps of sorrow. He let out another chuckle. It ripped through the air, breaking the once awkward tension in the air. The weather understood him of all people. As he stood there in his sorrow, the rain did the same. How ironic. How silly it was that no one else could understand him like the weather.
His eyes shifted back to the photo. A tear drop managed to escape his eyes, but it was too late for him to stop it. It ran down his cheek and plopped on to the photo.
It sunk into the paper leaving a small mar; a mark that the tear had once been there. Flippy let out a sigh as his eyes started to water. More tears escaped his eyes as he wiped them away, like an endless game of rain and windshield wipers. Finally, the tears stopped falling; and right then and there, the rain stopped as well. The rain had now simmered down to a small sprinkle.
Flippy finally gained control and stopped any tears that were bound to fall. He regained his composure and just sat there, looking at the photo. He took in a deep breath and let it out. He didn't want it to rain again. He got off the bed leaving the book in the same place as it was just moments before.
He went to the washroom, turned on a tap and watched as cold water rushed down like a waterfall right before his eyes. He splashed his face and looked in the mirror. For a second, he thought he saw his emerald green eyes give way to cold neon orbs. After a blink, it was gone just like that. He brushed it off and continued with his daily activities.
He stripped his clothes and stepped in to the shower. In a few moments, he had stepped out of the shower and wrapped a big, green towel around his waist. Once he finished drying off, Flippy changed into his normal everyday attire which consisted of his dog tags, green beret, and of course, his army jacket.
Then he proceeded to walk down stairs for breakfast. He cracked two eggs on the pan and threw the remaining egg shells in to the compost. As the eggs simmered in the pan, his thoughts kept tracing back to him. If he wasn't here, nothing would've changed. It would all still be like in that photo. He sighed, envying his child hood; a time when he wasn't there. As much as he hated him, he couldn't lie to himself. If it weren't for him, he would not be alive to this day. He would not have lived through the war. In a way, it was like they were destined to meet; a fate he could not change.
His thoughts vanished when he smelled smoke. He shook his head and turned off the stove. With the pan in his left hand and the plate in his right, he poured the eggs onto the plate. Flippy ate the eggs anyway, not caring that they were overcooked. He'd had worse at the military. He never really knew what was in the slop they fed everyone... He also noticed it consisted of some...veggies and an eyeball? After a while, he had stopped caring and moved onto more important business.
The soldier when upstairs and sprawled on his bed. It was a Sunday after all. No work to be done so he let his thoughts trace back to the photo. Some memories were foggy and blurred, but he could still see them. But the photo... Which memory was that from? While the retired veteran gathered his memories, his eyes fluttered and soon stayed closed. He drifted off into a deep slumber, dreaming and purring all the way...
Next chapter will be a flash back! Sorry if this chapter was kinda short...
In the next chapter, join Flippy in his childhood adventures!