Author's note: I wrote a one-shot. And I uploaded it here. That's almost a miracle, lol. I hardly upload any of my work here. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this angsty story. I rated it T for the blood.
Flaky screaming. That's the first thing that Flippy hears.
She's screaming and begging for mercy. There's a fair amount of blood staining her shirt, mostly around her stomach. From the way she clutches at the bloodied area, Flippy can see that she's been stabbed, maybe even repeatedly. A knife comes down on her, and it slices the arm she raises to protect herself.
But that's not the worst part.
The worst part is that Flippy is the one who is hurting her.
Flippy sees his hand holding the knife. He sees the knife slice at Flaky over and over, splattering his vision with red spots. Flippy's screaming in his head, trying to stop himself, but his hand works on and on, slashing and tearing away at poor Flaky. Flaky's screams haven't died down at all, even as tears pour from her eyes. The wounds have brought her to her knees, leaving her completely at Flippy's mercy.
He doesn't want to hurt her. He wants to stop. He wants to throw the knife to the side, take her in his arms and apologize for the atrocity of his actions. He wants to help her, but his body is doing the exact opposite. After what seems like an eternity of Flippy's internal struggle, his body finally heeds his commands, and his hand drops the blood-stained knife.
But it's too late.
Flaky is lying in a pool of her own blood, like a broken doll carelessly tossed out. She's crying softly, her hands still scrabbling uselessly at her many wounds. Flippy craddles her gently, whispering his apologies in her ear, begging her to hold on. Flaky tries to say something to him, but all that comes from her mouth is a splatter of blood. She's covered in the crimson liquid which flows on and on from the holes and slices in her body.
Finally, Flippy feels her go limp in his arms. When he looks at her face, he sees that her eyes are open, but they're utterly devoid of life. He feels himself trembling as hot, frustrated tears course down his cheeks. He hugs Flaky's lifeless corpse, hating himself for taking her life.
Flippy wakes in a cold sweat. He's breathing hard, and it takes several minutes for him to calm himself. He finds himself lying in bed, and his horrible murder of Flaky was apparently just a nightmare. A common one, especially since he has another side of himself that's more than willing to kill his friends in morbidly creative ways.
When he looks to his side, a big sigh of relief escapes his lips. Flaky is in the bed next to him, curled up under the blankets. She's sleeping soundly. Flippy smiles at her lovingly, and gently pushes a stray lock of hair from her face.
Then he freezes.
Her face is splattered with blood.
He's frozen for several moments, before he grabs the blanket and yanks it away. She looks exactly like she did in his 'dream': Soaked in blood, and absolutely pitiful in death. Even her clothes and the locations of the wounds are exactly the same. The bedding she lies on is stained red. Flippy's chest tightens with disgust for himself. His dream was entirely real. His other self murdered Flaky, which is why his body was moving and he couldn't control it. Apparently, his other self was also sick enough to tuck Flaky's corpse in bed and sleep next to her, right after he'd killed her. When Flippy hears the mocking laughter somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes that his other self did this for him. So he could wake up next to the murdered girl and feel guilt and remorse crush his heart.
The tears of frustration from his dream return and he once again hugs her tightly. He whispers more apologies to her.
But just like in his dream, it's far too late.