Everything was set, they were going to get ride of Flippy's evil side once and for all! Sniffles had everything planned, all of his data had been checked and rechecked. His hypothesis had been proven yet again and again by his many experiments, and he had already fore-seen any risks that might occur in this procedure. Everything was ready. All that was left now was to wait on Flippy to get there.

Sniffles sighed aloud at the thought of being able to come across the war vet without having to worry about being sliced and diced, or mutilated in anyway to the darker half of the veterans delight. As he heard his doorbell ring he ran up the hall and briefly, before reaching the hall, stopped and walked the rest of the way.

Sniffles took a deep breath and opened his door, looking at the green bear expectantly, only to gaze curiously at the second person at the door. "H-hi Sniffles." Flaky greeted bashfully. "Flippy wanted me to come with him, y-you know as support."

Sniffles nodded, and gave both of them a friendly smile.

"Well Flippy, are you sure your ready? If you don't want to I can post-pone the procedure." Flippy shook his head furiously, even though the look in his eyes told Sniffles that he might have been reconsidering the thought. After all, Evil was Flippy, just a darker and more bloodthirsty version.

"No, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Flippy muttered.

The last couple of weeks whenever Flippy had 'flipped out' it seemed that Evil was throwing a tantrum, instead of the usual hack and slash. That included throwing chairs at random passer-byers and bombing Sniffles's house. He knew Flippy wanted to get ride of him, and was furious. After Sniffles pulled Flippy into his machine that would get ride of Evil, he would never be back. Evil would be in an internal death.

It occurred to Sniffles that this might be worst than what Evil did to them. After all, it was forever. But Sniffles dismissed the thought, and wondered vaguely if Flippy was thinking the same thing. Flippy looked worried, but followed Sniffles down to the lab obediently, with Flaky trailing after, murmuring comforting things to Flippy the whole way.

Flippy's Pov:

Ever since he had asked Sniffles to help him get ride of Evil, he never really imaged that his wish would be granted. This was everything he had ever hoped for. He would be able to go places without the constant worry of causing anybody harm. He wouldn't ever hurt his friends again.

Yet something felt like this was horribly wrong, and Flippy couldn't get ride of the twisting feeling in his gut that got worse and worse as he went, step by step, to Sniffles basement. Closer to Sniffles machine that he said would cure him. Closer to Evil's death. It all felt horribly wrong, yet seemed like it was the right thing to do.

He remember how Evil had reacted the first day he knew that they were plotting against him.

Flashback:

Flippy was brushing his teeth, getting ready to go to bed after his talk with Sniffles. He said he could do it, but at the moment he didn't know all the side effects it would have on both Flippy and his counter part. Flippy spit into the sink he wiped his mouth off. You really think you can get ride of me? Bah! Why would you want to do something like that, you need me.

Evil spoke it as if it weren't an opinion, but a fact. Flippy growled to himself and pointedly ignored him, snatching up his bottle of mouthwash from under the sink.

You would be dead right now if it weren't for me. I saved your life while you were cringing in a dead corpse!

Flippy grimaced at the memory, pushing back the bloody images of war that Evil was surely pushing into his mind. "You only did that to save your own skin," Flippy stated.

"You wouldn't have saved me if you were another person's problem."

Damn right I wouldn't! I can't stand having to share your body, and sit around in your head that's corrupted with unicorns and penguins! This is a pansy heaven, and my own personal hell!

Flippy just grunted, he wasn't in the mood it argue with himself at the moment. As if his counter part knew Flippy had lost interest in their arguement, he growled and faded back in the recesses of Flippy's mind.

~xoxoxoxo~

Then, the idea of him being free of his darker half had always made him smile. Now though, Flippy felt frightened, and as if what he was doing was some horrible crime against nature. He didn't like Evil, but he didn't want anyone to have to cease to exist completely. No one knew what happened after a forever death.

Would everything be black and silent? Would there be some strange after-life like a heaven or hell? Or would Evil simply be born again into another body? Impossible, Flippy thought. Evil had never been born anyways. As he took another step, Flaky turned toward him, trying her best to hide the troubled look in her eyes. She too, was probably wondering what would become of someone who never came back from the dead.

"Flippy, your shaking," She murmured, ducking her eyes as if she were embarrassed. Flippy, surprised, glanced at his trembling paw. He hadn't noticed.

"Are you sure your ready to do this? Maybe you should post-pone it for today."

Flaky had been trying to be helpful, but Flippy couldn't help but feel a sting at her words. Evil had done all those terrible things to his friends, and even tried killing him once. And yet Flippy couldn't help but fear for what might become of his alter ego. Growling to himself in determination, he forced all his misleading away and focused at the task at hand. If Evil could try to destroy him, why couldn't he do the same?

"I'm fine, but thank you for the concern," Flippy said curtly, and walked at a brisker pace than before.

Soon all three of them were at the bottom of the stairs, and Flippy and Flaky were staring curiously at all the strange contraptions Sniffles had created. There were lots of tables with chemicals adoring them, some light blues or dark shades of purple. There was a strange object that caught Flippy's eye, a metal machine with probably thousands of levers and knobs on it, and quite a few flashing buttons. As if Sniffles knew what he was thinking, Sniffles turned and gave both friends a sharp glare.

"Don't. Touch. Anything. I have some very dangerous stuff in here, and a few of my inventions still have some bugs that need to be worked out. One wrong move can cripple my whole lab and destroy everything I've worked hard for."

Flippy and Flaky nodded, and followed Sniffles past the strange machine and to a wall. Built into the wall looked to be a metal shower, as Sniffles pushed a button the door slide open and steam swirled out, covering their feet with a thick fog that reached to their ankles.

"After this you won't have to worry about Evil again." Sniffles said with a welcoming smile. "He'll be gone forever."

Flippy gulped, a fresh wave of terror crashed over him. This isn't going to work! Evil said, practically screaming at him. You can't get rid of me, I am you! Flippy felt his knees tremble at hearing Evil's voice get that high. His voice had been laced with panic.

Before Flippy could even think about changing his mind and turning around, Sniffles gave him a shove that sent him toppling into the machine. He opened his mouth to argue but Sniffles shut the glass door, cutting off anything he had been about to say. He watched as Sniffles and Flaky backed away from the outside of the strange machine and pressed a button. The fog disappeared and suddenly everything felt like an oven. Flippy felt a bead of sweat drip down his fore-head.

Well aren't you happy now? I'm about to die, isn't that what you wanted! Flippy shook his head furiously, even though he knew his friends were probably staring at him. 'I didn't want to do this Evil, but -'

Bullshit! I'm in your head, I know everything you do, everything you think about. You've wanted this for a long time; wanting me dead. Don't you realize that I'm you for crying out loud! You'll be a miserable excuse of a bear without me!

Suddenly a loud noise, like a rush of air, roared in the machine, bringing it to life. Flippy listened closely, waiting to see if Evil would say anything else. But he didn't say anything, and Flippy felt strange in the quiet. Things were never quiet with a manic in your head. Flippy just stood there awkwardly, thinking about how his life was going to be completely different from now on.

He would be able to go out without scaring away any fearful citizens, and he might even be able to go back into the force. After all, his soldiering buddies wouldn't have to worry about being murdered by their own ally. Then again, Flippy never wanted to go back to the force, not after he had been through so much.

As he pondered over things, Flippy realized a great deal of time had passed, and Flaky was sitting down beside Sniffles while he maned the controls. Flippy's head felt unusually clear, like a sudden burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Was Evil already gone? Flippy couldn't help but let out a sigh, that hadn't been so bad. Then a horrible screaming broke out, ringing out in Flippy's ears. He had spoken too soon.

The person that was screaming sounded like his every soul was being ripped in two, like someone had been pulling out their intestines while they still withered on the ground. Flippy looked around frantically, making sure Flaky and Sniffles were alright, praying nothing had went wrong! But as Flippy looked around, Flaky and Sniffles were whispering something, and pointing at the computer screen. They couldn't hear it, only Flippy could. The horrible realization dawned on him; The ungodly sounds Flippy was hearing were Evil's screams.

Heart thudding in his chest, and the animal-like wails ringing in his head, Flippy shoved at the glass door. It didn't budge. Gasping, Flippy padded down his jacket for his bowie knife. His mind was reeling, he never heard Evil let out any cry of pain. Even when he been caught by the enemy and gutted alive he had only growled defiantly at them. Yet he now sounded like every fiber of his being were on fire.

Finally Flippy found his knife and pulled his arm back and slammed it into the glass as hard as he could. The glass door only shuddered under the weight of his attack and left a small cut. Evil's screams rose louder in his head and Flippy felt like screaming with him in a mix of frustration and panic. If he knew that it would be this horrible, Flippy would have never came to Sniffles for help. He pulled his fist back again and pounded at the glass door with his knife. It hardly did anything.

Why weren't Sniffles and Flaky letting him out? Wasn't it clear that he didn't want to do this anymore? With another jab at the door, Flippy felt hope rise in his chest when the small cut grew to a splintering crack. But that hope just about vanished as Evil's screams suddenly got louder and started coming to a stop. Flippy felt himself push and hack at the door wildly, all sense and reason deserting him.

With a loud moan, the glass door shattered and Flippy crashed out of the machine in a deranged mental state. He looked at everything with wild and bright eyes, his movements jerky and almost spastic.

"Oh my lord Flippy, are you alright!" Flaky cried, but he didn't notice. The sudden silence in his head was deafening.

Without thinking, he spotted a sudden flashing of lights and spun around, fur bristling in fear and complete madness. Flippy lunged at the lights and felt something- a lever- twist under his weight. There was a bright blinding light and complete darkness settled over him. His unstable thoughts wondered vaguely if that was what it was like to stay dead forever.

Finally edited this chapter, thank God!