I'm new to this fandom. Please be nice with criticism. I've only started to watch HTF recently, and took a great liking to it. Anyways. Their human here...if I had to point that out... Please review and read! :D
"Flaky, stop being such a baby! Come on, its okay." My best friend, Petunia, yelled to me at the top of the rusted slide. I backed away cautiously from it, while shaking my head up at her. It was really creaky, and dirty. By the looks of it, the slide would give away any second! Petunia flipped her sky blue pigtails over her shoulder, and crossed her arms stubbornly.
"I-It's really old...you shouldn't be up there.." I called from the ground, but Petunia shook her head, disagreeing.
"Your such a baby! You need to be more brave!" Then she slid down the rusty slide, and once she reached the bottom. I ran over to her, and checked to see if she had any cuts or bruises. Nope, none. I felt a warm hand on my head, and looked up into Petunia's sympathetic blue eyes.
"I know Flaky, it's hard to accept what happened to your parents. You need to be more open! I won't be by your side forever, you know." Petunia smiled, but was serious at the same time. Petunia and the scene started to fade away, and I reached for Petunia.
"PETUNIA WAIT!" I screamed at her. All she was doing was laughing, and waving. Not even reaching back at me. She was leaving me, just as I feared. The world around me turned back to the reality I was in, when I sat up in my cold bed. I looked around the gray room, and put my hands to my chest. I was breathing heavy, and cold sweat ran down my face. My dark red pajamas were wet, and uncomfortable. My gaze turned to the pink haired girl, laying in the bed next to me. Her chest went up and down in steady breaths, and her face was in a look of pure peace. I've been having the same dream of Petunia and me since a month ago. A few days after, she left the world.
We had been playing outside, by that rusty slide, when a ball rolled out into the road. Cuddles, and Giggles had been to scared to go out to get it, and I was totally out of the question. Being me, I had suggested to go get "Mom" but Petunia insisted she went. After many protests from me, and her insisting, I had given in and let her go. She had looked two times, stepped onto the street, picked up the ball, and was about to run back when a light blinded her. It was car headlights. Screams of terror had filled the air, and the dark liquid lined the street. Petunia just was laying there, her body limp and out of order. Her silky blue hair, was stained with dirt and blood, and was knotted. Her pale yellow dress with the pink flower in the middle, was torn and dyed. All I could stare at was her blue orbs, that didn't have a speck of life anymore, and they were staring straight at me. If I had been more persistent, if I hadn't given up, maybe she would still be here.
Hot tears stung my eyes, and started to trail down my face. I still haven't gotten over the death. I was alone now. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my pajamas. When I tried to get up, my legs felt heavy, but I managed. I sniffed, and yawned. My attention turned towards the clock, it was 5:00 in the morning. Great. My legs wobbled as I made my way to the bathroom located at the corner of the room. The dull gray room was practically empty, with a dresser, two beds, and a flickering lamp up above. Once I had opened the door, and stared at myself in the mirror for a bit, I started to brush my teeth. The minty flavor only lasted for a moment, when I spit it out, and washed my mouth; it was gone. My red eyes were puffy, and had black circles underneath them. My sleeping schedule was horrible, I awoke at unearthly hours at night, went back to sleep only to wake up in a hour or two. Normally my skin was pale, but was pink at the tip of my nose, and cheeks, but now it was pale as a ghost making me look dead.
I scrubbed my face with the cold water and plain soap the orphanage provided. Next was hair, but when I tried to brush through it, the brush got tangled. So I just put in a bunch of white clippys to keep it out of my face. Nobody would care anyway. I walked back out, and towards the dresser. Giggles was still sleeping peacefully, her pink hair was laying across her pillow, and her pajama shirt was crookedly buttoned, while her thin blanket was draped over half her body, half the bed. I cracked a smile, and pulled out my large men sized, baggy, red hoodie; with some black tights and a white sweater. Whether the weather was cold or not, I wore layers.
Throwing them on my bed, I peeled off my sweaty pajamas, and threw them in the little pile of clothes by the door that led into the hallway. I slowly put on my white sweater, and pulled on my black tights over my thin legs. My large, red, baggy sweatshirt reached the tips of my knees. When I walked over to the rotten wooden door that led to the hallway, I pulled on my muddy compact boots, and sloppily tied the laces.
I opened the door, and was met by silence. Nobody was up, I knew that. I wasn't expecting anything less. My footsteps were barely audible when I made my way down the narrow dark hallway, passing many doors similar to mine. When I passed by Cuddles and Lumpy's room, the door creaked open revealing a worn out Cuddles. He was a year younger then me, and had golden yellow hair, bright yellow eyes, and was the sweetest little boy ever! He had lost a dear friend too, his name was Handy, he had died a little bit before Petunia. Handy was a nice boy, who had lost his arms when he and his parents got into a car accident. He had only been here for a few weeks, and Petunia, Cuddles, and I all really liked him. During that time, Petunia had a soft spot for the guy, and she was saddened by the lost of a good friend more then Cuddles and I.
"Flaky, you shouldn't be up so early. Bad things can happen..." His voice was shaky, and soft. I'm guessing he had a nightmare too, by the look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine..." I whispered. Cuddles nodded, his eyes narrowed in the sleep he had lacked, and closed the door without any other words. I continued my journey down the hall, and opened the large doors that showed me the oddly smelling cafeteria. The usual bustling cafeteria was quiet. Which was weird. It was 5:20, and the staff usually were up by now preparing for when everybody woke up at 6:30. My steps echoed throughout the place, and my senses were up. I slowly opened the door to that went into the kitchen.
"H-Hello...?" I called, nobody answered. I walked fully in, noticing that the dishes from the previous night were not done yet. Usually they were done before everybody went to bed. I guess somebody got lazy. I started to walk around the small kitchen. The counters were dirtied with grime, and dirt. The sink was streaked with a mixture of food, some I couldn't even recognize. The concrete tiled floor had flakes and crumbs all over. It smelled like rotten eggs, and the fridge was barely white and working. The light was only a light bulb with no cover over it, which didn't even light the room all the way.
A metal bowl suddenly rolled into my eye sight, making me jump back a little.
"H-Hello...?" I whispered this time, and took a step towards the bowl. Nobody answered, so I took another slow step. Then another. Complete silence. I sighed, and bent down to pick up the bowl. It probably wasn't put in back right. That's when my ear heard the quivering breathing of something. I turned my head fast towards the sound, and I met the fear filled eyes of Toothy, a 7 year old. He had been here longer then I have, I got here about 5 years ago, and he had been here since he was born, the reason is his mom died giving birth to him, and his dad disappeared from the face of the earth. Toothy's face was covered in sweat and dirt. His pale skin was covered in a purple stripped t-shirt, brown cargo shorts, and purple tennis shoes. His teeth poked out from his mouth, and his greasy, purple hair was tangled around his head. Toothy's legs were pulled to his chest, and his arms were tightly secured around them. He flinched when he saw me.
"F-Flaky...?" I nodded at him, and he started to cry into his knees. What has got him so scared?
"Toothy...why are you crying?...Did something happen?" I asked, and reached out to him. I caressed his head, and he looked at me with tears spilling out rapidly.
"F-Flaky...t-they..." He threw himself into my arms, and I fell back a bit. It hurt a little too. His crying turned into sobbing, and it seemed that something was definitely wrong. I was proved right by the next second.
Two gloved hands roughly grabbed Toothy from me, and I tried to pull him back.
"FLAKY!" He cried loudly, and I pulled with all my might to keep holding onto him. Whoever was doing this to him, was definitely not a friend.
"I don't wanna die!" He screamed, and I was getting scared. What did he mean?
"Let go of the kid." A pain shot through my head, when my hair was pulled back by a hand. I let go of Toothy, and he screamed and struggled with all his might. I was yanked up and my hands were pinned behind me, and a blade was against my neck all in one minute. What is going on?
"Now, what do we have here?" The figure, or should I say figures now, stepped out of the darkness revealing themselves. The first one had dark green hair, and deep, black eyes. Had had on a black mask, like the ones people wear in those superhero comics; a black t-shirt, pants, and boots. His face was morphed into a sadistic grin, and the one next to him was sporting the same expression. The other guy was exactly like the first, but he had a black fedora hat atop his head. The one thing that made me sick to my stomach, was how they were holding Toothy. They had their hands around his neck, and Toothy was struggling to breath. I couldn't say anything, my mind was blank, and I was numb all over my body.
The knife on my neck was pushed harder against my neck, and I let out a small cry.
"It seems we have a little girl...how nice..." The person I was pushed up to laughed, I could feel the vibrations from his laugh tingle my back. Why are they trying to kill Toothy? Who are these people? Why hasn't anybody come yet?
A cool liquid trailed down, and I couldn't help but think it was blood. But for that matter, whose blood? I haven't felt my skin break open, but I have a hunch it will be very soon. My eyes traveled down from the army green clad arm, and onto his hand, that was holding the knife. His hand was covered in blood, and it made my stomach churn. I wanted to throw up, but that would only make my situation worse.
"Let's play a game. A question game to be exact. Are you going to play?" I nodded weakly, and he let out a loud laugh again. Cuddles was right, something bad was going to happen. Tears were spilling now, and I really wished Petunia was here. I wish I was not such a crybaby, so I could stand strong in front of these guys. In front of Toothy.
"First question. What is your name?" The guy's breath warmed my ear, and a shiver went down my spine.
"F-Flaky..." My voice came out hoarse, and quiet. The guy adjusted his arms, that were holding my arms behind my back.
"What a unique name, my name is Flipqy. Hes Shifty," The knife removed itself from my neck, and pointed to the one with the fedora hat. I saw the end of the pointy object was drenched in a thick layer of blood. He moved the knife towards the one missing the hat, "And hes Lifty." I nodded, to say I understood. The knife went back against my neck.
"Next question. How old are you, Flaky?" His breath made my ear tingle, and I couldn't help but squeak a little. I was being held captive to three killers, and one was trying to make me go mad.
"14..." I gasped out, from the pain in my head. I felt the guy let out a snort, and then burst out laughing.
"You definitely don't look like it. I would have guessed you were about 12." Lifty and Shifty snickered, and Toothy started to kick again. His eyes were pleading for me to help him, but I knew I couldn't do anything. I was utterly helpless.
"Now, Now, don't be so tense. I'm not going to hurt you, yet." My body tensed even more, and I let out a sob. Why hasn't anybody come yet? Couldn't they hear Toothy screaming? Couldn't they hear us? Why...?
"Last question, Flaky. What are you going to do if I were to slit your throat right now?" My eyes widened, and I cried out. I shook my head violently, and Flipqy moved the knife away from my neck. He put both hands around my arms, as I tried to break free. This guy is going to kill me. Hes going to kill me.
While I was struggling, I managed a look at his face. Flipqy was at least two heads taller then me. He had ghost white skin, fierce green eyes, and light green hair that reached his earlobes. His face was turned into amusement, and that only made me have a heart attack. His smile showed sharp teeth. I wanted to die, right there and now.
"Damn. Shes pretty wiggly." I heard him mutter, and he roughly slammed me against the counter. I screamed out in pain, and he covered my mouth, with a black gloved hand.
"I knew you were going to act out, but not this bad. Too bad I will have to stop working with you comrade, it was fun playing around with you though." The cool knife blade came towards my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I couldn't help Toothy. He was going to be a goner too. Maybe now, I'll be with Petunia and Handy. They'll welcome me with open arms. My nightmares will end, and I won't be in this situation anymore. My eyes snapped open.
The cafeteria doors slammed open, and in came a police team. Flipqy instantly stopped, and dropped me on the floor. Shifty and Lifty let go of Toothy, and he fell to the floor, coughing. Then he crawled over to me, and I hugged him.
"Put your hands up, you are under arrest." The man in uniform said. Flipqy, Shifty, and Lifty all looked at each other and smirked.
"Whatever you say, officer" Shifty, and Lifty put their hands up. Instead of listening, Flipqy threw the knife he had in his hand, and it went straight through the guy's neck. That could have happened to me moments ago. Toothy gripped me tighter, and I backed up into the counter some more.
Shifty then pulled out a gun from under his hat, and shot the four officers that were distracted by the man who was squirting out blood. I felt ready to faint. All I did was get up, I didn't ask for this. Not at all. I took this as a chance to run, they were going through the officers clothing, checking for new weapons I guess. My gaze set to the double doors that were next to us. The three guys, and bodies were blocking the door I came in from. The double doors next to me led out to the backyard, or dumpster area. If they catch us, we definitely will be killed.
"Come on..." I whispered in Toothy's ear, and we silently crawled towards the door. The killers were in deep discussing of something, and didn't even bother looking over at us. Once I opened the door, and the sunshine came in, they looked at us.
"HEY!"
I picked up Toothy, and started dashing away. Hoping I won't trip, or be clumsy at a moment like this.
Sorry, its confusing isn't it? Your probably wondering, why they heck these three idiots are in a orphanage, killing people. Well, that is going to be answered in the next chapter. I tried to get all of their personality's right, and if you see the name "Flippy", its because I forgot to change on of the P's to a q.
I'm not very good at writing, but I really tried hard. It would help a lot if you gave me some tips, and ways to get better! Thank you, and come again~!
