Full Summary: Flaky is an outcast in Happy Tree. Beautiful, yet paranoid and clumsy, the townspeople grow tired of her and begin to treat her like dirt. Pushed to the very edge of all she can take, Flaky lets loose another side of herself that she never knew she had, and it threatens to kill everyone in her path- including Flippy.
Humanized. Flippy X Flaky. (If you don't like the pairing, don't complain. It is clearly pointed out.)
This is a Twoshot! ^.^ Just an idea I had floating around in my mind that I wanted to delve into. Expect the second chapter very soon.
Warnings: Violence, language, Flippy, and later on, Flaky. *collective gasp*
He hadn't expected this. Nobody had.
One unusually quiet day in Happy Tree, the majority of the residents decided to stay inside for the day. Multiple weather forecasts predicted heavy rainfall, and this ruined the plans of most people; they all usually went for picnics and walks in the park this time of the year- but nobody liked rain at all.
Except for Flaky.
The girl loved summer rainstorms- and walking around in them, despite the others finding her odd for it. Everyone found her at least a little bit strange; she was dubbed as cowardly, much too paranoid for the likes of the townspeople (especially the law enforcement), and for this, she always kept to herself.
Not even her beauty could deter how put off by her the community was. In fact, it was even more unsettling to them. How could such a pretty girl be so strange? Attractiveness was associated with perfection, and Flaky was far from perfect.
Despite her dark red locks that tumbled wildly down her shoulders to reach the small of her back, her wide chocolate eyes that always held fear- no matter what situation she was in, and her slender frame being that of a pixie, she just wasn't good enough. She was socially awkward, clumsy, and managed to ruin everything she touched. Petunia and Giggles possessed the more traditional good looks and charm that she yearned for, but couldn't obtain.
She forced herself not to care. Why would she? Flaky didn't have time for their sideways glances, hushed whispers, or even sometimes deliberate insults. She was much too busy with enjoying life as it was- or at least trying to find the few good things she had left. Like reading an old book with yellowed pages and plenty of dog ear folds, exploring different stores that nobody bothered to look at... or walking outside during rainstorms in the middle of summer.
This particular day, she decided to ditch the umbrella at home, and just allow the lukewarm droplets hit her skin, clothes, hair, giving everything a damp sheen. Flaky was used to being alone, and she found a comfort in the silence of it; not constantly being talked at and bothered all the time. Somehow, she found a way to pity the more accepted residents in town, while they were too busy to pity her.
Looking up at the darkened sky, she was too distracted to notice a fallen branch in her path, until she managed to trip over it. The clumsy girl landed on the unforgiving concrete sidewalk; rocks littered across the surface scraping her hands and knees. She cursed quietly, cutting herself short when a combat boot stepped in front of her.
Flaky looked up to see Flippy, extending a gloved hand to assist her. She was surprised that even he would want to help; Flippy was an outcast of sorts as well, but not as much as Flaky was. His charming personality and overall good nature (that was present most of the time) managed to get him warily accepted amongst the others... although they were extremely careful around him; he was only invited to the events that surely couldn't set him off. Which were very few.
That was still more than Flaky could ever hope to be included in.
"What... w-what are y-you doing?" she asked sullenly, still in a bit of shock.
"Helping you... and possibly taking you to lunch." he responded, his voice laced with amusement.
Flaky blushed lightly as she gratefully took his hand, letting Flippy hoist her back to her feet. Their relationship was of a complicated nature; one day Flippy was warm and affectionate, the next he managed to become closed and distant- making sure he stayed away from Flaky specifically. It seemed he was always at war with himself around her. She wasn't sure what brought on his sudden wish for her company, but she didn't mind. She craved some sort of camaraderie, and his was even better.
Flippy blew a lock of his dark green hair from his glistening emerald eyes, before leading Flaky down the street, their hands still entwined as they spoke; utterly blithe in the deteriorating weather. She found it easy to talk to him, and they could chat for hours about nothing in particular. It came to the both of them naturally.
"Do you know what's funny?" Flippy asked out of the blue, looking up at the moon that prematurely appeared in the daytime sky.
"What?" Flaky responded curiously, managing not to stutter for once.
"We passed the café about ten minutes ago." he said, glancing down at her.
They locked eyes, and started to laugh at the humor in the situation. Not either of them was even slightly hungry anymore, and they both couldn't bring themselves to care. They were too happy, too caught up in the moment, too free and oblivious to everything else but each other. And everything was perfect.
Until the storm worsened.
A low rumble of thunder sounded, and the lightning came in a flash of crackling luminosity, brightening the whole town of Happy Tree before it settled back into a dreary gloom. His grip on her hand tightened immensely, causing Flaky to squeak in discomfort, looking up at a tense Flippy. She didn't need to think twice to rip from his grasp and bolt down the street.
It was pouring now, and her hair stuck to her face, partially blinding her as she frantically searched for some sort of safety. They were in a residential area; she couldn't have been in any kind of real trouble, right? People were at home, they would be able to hear her if she needed any help.
Turning a corner, she ran up the wooden steps of Petunia's home, quickly knocking on the door. No answer. Flaky glanced over at the driveway, to see the shiny blue car sitting neatly in its usual place. She tried again, using the doorbell as well. Still, there was no answer. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, like somebody was watching her. Soon her knocking became more desperate, until she was pounding on the door, her fists becoming sore with the effort.
"P-Petunia!" she called out.
"What?" her voice sounded from above, and Flaky looked up to see Petunia at her window.
"W-Well, I n-needed"-
"Flaky, I don't see the problem."
"L-let me explain"-
"Look, it's a thunderstorm. Nobody's outside, the boogeyman isn't going to get you. You're fine."
"Y-you don't u-u-understand! F-Flippy, h-he's"-
Flaky whirled around, to see a completely empty street. Petunia groaned in irritation, glaring down at her.
"Are you done? Go bother somebody else with your silly fears. Grow up."
And before she could answer, Petunia gripped the window, slamming it closed. Flaky felt a lump rise in her throat, tears that were wavering before spilled from her eyes freely. She was alone, and nobody would help her. Flaky dejectedly stepped down from the front porch, hurriedly walking down the street. Her house was on the outskirts of town, she couldn't make it there quickly enough if she was on foot.
Suddenly, Flaky tripped for the second time that day, landing in a puddle on the curb. The impact caused the water to ripple erratically, before her reflection returned to the surface. But... it wasn't her reflection. The girl staring back at her had a devious and mocking expression on her features- as well as blood red eyes.
"They all think you're a joke, you know."
Flaky blinked multiple times, trying to rid the puddle of the self aware reflection. But she only smirked, a contemptuous laugh ringing in Flaky's head.
"Oh no, you can't get rid of me so easily... but why would you want to?"
"Y-you're n-n-not real! You're a m-manifestation o-of"-
"And so what if I am? I'm all you have."
"T-that's not t-true"-
"Really? Name a few people."
"W-well... Giggles and P-Petunia"-
"That's a lie, and we both know it."
Flaky attempted to bite back another torrent of uncontrollable tears, quivering under the steady glower of her reflection- whoever she was. It was true, the two girls couldn't care less if Flaky dropped dead in the street... well, the town took life itself for granted because of the curse on the residents, but still. She continued down a list of people, only to have each one shot down by her counterpart- she even gave blatant reasons for every name. The further Flaky got, the more her vision blurred with tears.
"F-Flippy...?"
"...do you want the truth?"
She could only bring herself to nod.
"Only the nice side of him. So basically, one half of a person in this town likes you. Congratulations." she snickered.
Flaky couldn't take it anymore, and sobbed as the reality hit her; she truly was alone. She had nobody to rely on for anything. Everyone thought she was-
"Pathetic. A pathetic, clumsy, paranoid joke."
She lowered her head, feeling her heart rate increase. It was the first sign of one of her usual panic attacks, but it felt different, foreign to her.
"Do you know what I think?"
Flaky trembled, her hands clenching shut, fingernails easily cutting into her palms. The pain was ignored.
"I think they'd respect you."
The rain poured harder, soaking Flaky to the bone with harsh and cold precipitation. She could barely see, she could barely breathe; her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
"Only if..."
Her reflection trailed off as Flaky snapped her head up, staring at her frantically. She wanted any sort of solution- something so she wouldn't ever be treated like she was again. She was desperate, willing to do anything to get the feeling of worthlessness to go away. The counterpart grinned darkly, knowing that she broke her down. She had her.
"You let me take over."
She barely finished her sentence before the hopeless girl nodded fervently, tears and rain plopping into the puddle, disturbing the image once more before it settled. This time, though, the ruby eyed girl in the reflection was Flaky as well.
A feeling of overwhelming power surged through her veins, and she let loose an involuntary growl as she staggered to her feet, wiping the blood from her scraped knees. The very sight of the crimson substance enchanted her, causing a grin to spread on her face. She wanted to see more of it spilled by the gallons. Flaky wanted others to feel the pain she did every day.
"I think you can make them sorry. All of them."
"Flaky?" a familiar voice sounded.
She immediately turned, facing the very person she was running from not only a few minutes ago. Flippy arched an eyebrow, flashing a deadly smile that usually would have sent her into a frenzied panic. But any fear she felt before was eradicated from her system. It was clear on her face that she wasn't going to run anywhere. Not this time.
"Starting with him."
Bam. Epic fight scene in the next chapter.
(Well, at least me attempting to create an epic fight scene. XD)