Okay this is my first fan fiction, and I'm hoping for some constructive criticism. Please go easy though. In this story, the HTF's are human and they have human names. Oh and some names I've gotten from Hittheroad, I asked. I'm pretty sure I did. If I didn't I'm so sorry :'(

Flippy - Phillip

Mime - Mike

Pop - Paul

Cub - Corbin

Splendid - Spencer

Cuddles - Cody

Flaky - Fable

Petunia – Petunia (good enough)

Lammy – Lannie

Giggles – Ginger

Toothy – Thomas

Russell – Russell

Cro-Marmot – Craig Mathews

Lifty & Shifty – Luke & Shane

Lumpy – Liam

The Mole – Malcolm

Nutty – Nathan

Handy – Hayden

Sniffles – Stanley

Disco Bear – David Brian

These are the characters in this story and if I forgot to mention other names then I think you'll know who they are because their names are similar to the original. I might make some character OOC. This is rated T/M (because of cursing and gore) so I hope you enjoy….

Shattered Mirror

The buzzing was loud and annoying to the man sitting directly next to the alarm. He doesn't mind getting up early, but that accursed buzzer makes the green-haired man's head throb. The green-head shut off the alarm and grudgingly got out of bed. He twisted his neck and looked up at his calendar.

"It's Monday huh, well I guess I got to get up," he stated. He slowly grabbed one of his darts sitting by his bedside. Then, without moving from his spot, he through the dart and hit the date 'June 1st'. He yawned and put both his feet on the ground, left foot first then right. He took his sweet time leisurely walking to the mirror.

He looked at himself and muttered only one thing, "Disgusting."

He put on his casual clothing which consisted of a plain black-t, a green camouflage jacket over it, some camouflage pants to match, and black lace up boots. To top it all off, he put on his green beret along with a pair of dog tags. His hair was messy, but he didn't care. His hair was always messy. The last thing he put on was black fingerless gloves. He then left the room to head downstairs.

This man's name doesn't have importance to anyone, but maybe to those who have nothing left with their lives. It's not often for people to go talking to him out of nowhere, especially just to greet themselves. Even the nicest of people wouldn't talk to him. How can an 18 year old junior in high school not be able to communicate with anyone and be fine with it? Is he really okay?

"….you okay? Phillip are you okay?" a voice from the bottom of the stairs reached Phillip's ears. He looked down to see one of his only friends he has in this world.

"Yeah Mike, I'm fine, I just dozed off is all," he said trying to smile at his friend. Honestly, he hasn't truly smiled in years; he can only pull off a small grin.

"Well, you can't stand at the top of the stairs all day, so come on," Mike's quiet voice stated. It was barely audible, but Phillip knew that his friend was most often silent. So, it was this or Mike signaling to him what he was saying.

"Sure, but, it's only 4:00 am. We don't have to be in a rush," Phillip said, but Mike just smiled and called him over.

Phillip – unsure of what to think of his friend – walked down the stairs step by step, slowly. As he was doing so, he stared at the pictures hanging on the wall. The first one was a picture of him as a little boy with his – back then, new – horse. The next picture was of his butler Charles. He fired his butler after moving to Happy Tree Town with his cousin Lannie. Speaking of which, the next picture was of him, Lannie, and Mike standing side by side. The next picture was covered by a brown, dusty tarp. Phillip reached his hand over the tarp, but he didn't take it off. He noticed a spider crawl on his hand, but still didn't retreat. He actually let the spider crawl on his index finger and brought it up to his face.

"We are both misjudged creatures…" he told the little eight-legged arachnid.

He finally reached the bottom of the stairway and opened the window to the dark woods that his house was smack dab in the middle of. He then urged the spider to leave and so the spider did. Phillip sighed and turned his head to see Mike with a huge smile and a tray of food.

"You didn't have to -"

"- Oh, but I had to, because your cooking is so delectable I wanted to try; it's not as good as yours though," Mike interrupted.

Phillip said, "Thanks," and took the tray from him heading for the dining table. He set the table and they began eating their 'breakfast'. It was more like dinner. On both their plates were mashed potatoes, salmon fillet, and corn on the side. Phillip actually enjoyed it quite a lot. Mike was drinking crystal water, while Phillip had rich dark coffee.

"So, Flippy how is it?" Mike asked cautiously. He doesn't want to set him off.

"Really good, you learned a lot from me Mime," Mike smiled and continued eating.

Mime and Flippy were nicknames they gave each other as little kids. Phillip called Mike, Mime because he's first of all, good at being a mime. Also he can pretend to be anybody as long as he's heard their voice. So, kind of like mimicking someone's voice except its scary how well he does it. Mike called Phillip, Flippy because of his mental illness. As a young boy Phillip went through something traumatic and as a result got PTSD. After that he developed a split personality. It's weird because both personalities feel the same way towards things – since they are the same person – but when Phillip's natural side doesn't want to show how his feelings, Flippy's evil side takes over and does the talking for him. That's why he's called Flippy, but someone might have overheard Mike saying it and everyone started calling him Flippy as an insult. That's why Mike doesn't use it often.

Phillip then reached for his back pocket and fished for something. When he found it, he took out a container that looked like something you'd see at a hospital. On it had the words 'antidepressant'. Mike stopped smiling and saw his friend at the other end of the table swallow the pills like candy. He couldn't help but keep staring at him. Mike is already used to it but, every time it happens it's as if all the air was sucked right out of him. It's a huge blow, knowing your best friend might have to live this way for the rest of his life.

Phillip noticed his gaze and looked up at him. He knew it must be hard to be friends with a guy like himself. Mike is friends with a lot of people actually, but they don't know anything about him and his sick friend. Phillip noticed that Mike was wearing a purple and white striped shirt. He also appeared to have his long purple hair in a messy bun behind his head leaving two chunks of hair on both sides of his face; complimenting the structure of his head.

"Mike are you okay?" he asked concerned about his purple-haired companion.

"Oh, never better!" he responded. He sounds a bit startled.

"Okay. I'm just making sure because you looked a bit ill."

"I'm perfectly fine, just fine."

"What are you doing here by the way; won't your mom be concerned?"

"Nah, she knew I was coming here and I thought I might help with chores."

"Have you done some already?"

"Yeah, your pet chickens clawed at me."

Phillip laughed, "Yeah, get used to it. And how about Moscow?"

"He hasn't dropped by yet."

"Oh, I see."

With that they finished their conversation and put their plates in the dishwasher. Phillip noticed that today the air felt light and bouncy. This made him loosen up a bit. 'Maybe I can actually relax today' he thought to himself. Flippy left Mike in the kitchen to do dishes and he noticed that he was humming a tune to himself.

"La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Doo,do,do,bo,do,do,doo,do,do,bo,do,do…" and Mime kept repeating it over and over.

Phillip chuckled to himself. They were both a little weird.

Phillip decided to fix his bookshelf. He loved reading and he read at an advance level since the age of 5. He couldn't help himself; he loved to immerse himself into the great beyond. Most people see pages and black ink, but Phillip sees so much more. Books open him up into a world in which he could never experience in this one. One moment he is a spelunker who just got himself caught in a trap, and the next he is an astronaut who is bending space and time. Reading is beautiful to him, but he doesn't know what's better a book or music. Indeed both were spectacular. They both gave him a feeling of freedom.

When he was almost done putting the books in order, he decided to grab one book just to entertain him. His fingers touched the hard cover, but when he opened it, the pages were crisp and worn out. He really didn't give a damn. His eyes skimmed the page rapidly from the excitement building inside him, but then he stopped.

'Thud' was the sound the book made when he dropped it; his hands were still in the air as if he was still holding it.

His head was throbbing erratically and his eyes dilated at a quicker speed then usual. He pulled at his hair and curled his body into a tight ball. Phillip was groaning and grinding his teeth. All of a sudden flashes of images blinded his vision.

'Phillip wanna play?' a girl with black hair said with a smile.

'Don't run away like that!' this time a woman with grey hair and glasses appeared.

'You are weak, pathetic, a fool.' it was a man in his 20's yelling at him.

'You think anyone would love you?' another man who was holding a gun.

"STOP!" Phillip screamed. He doesn't know whether it was out loud or in his head but he definitely screamed. His vision was getting blurry and he wanted to throw up, badly. He headed for the bathroom and Mike was in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked worried, but Phillip couldn't hear anything but his own heart racing. All of a sudden, red crimson blood covered his lips and then more came spilling out onto Mike's black shoes.

Phillip knew he said something, but he couldn't distinguish what he was saying. He pushed Mime who might've fallen on the floor. He opened the door towards the restroom. He was already familiar with the taste in his mouth, but seeing blood pour out once again made him sick. He looked at himself in disgust. However, his eyes were fading from his bright green that everyone loves, into a pale, monstrous, demonic yellow…

That was kind of short but, it will be longer next time I promise you that. And yes, I ended in a cliffhanger. I also feel like I had a lot of run-on sentences. Oops. Please review.