Monster Within
Hello. This Happy Tree Friend story will feature the tree friends in human form and OCs. I do not own HTF, they belong to Mondo Media. Please read and enjoy.
Chapter 1: Welcome
Rain. The sound of a heavy rain seemed to be the only thing to soothe Flippy. Whenever he got the feeling, he would listen to it rain, whether it was on tape or actually raining outside. Flippy shut his eyes and held his dog tags in his hands. His father had given him these tags, when Flippy was only seven years old. But that was awhile ago and his parents were dead. Flippy only had two uncles and a cousin now. He opened his eyes and looked out the car window. There was a street sign that read, "Happy Tree Town-twenty miles." His uncle, Pop, was taking him there to have new home, and a fresh start. Flippy closed him eyes and listened to the rain.
Flippy opened his eyes. The rain had stopped, and they were pulling up on the driveway. Flippy looked out the window and saw a girl. She had red hair, hazel-colored eyes, and was wearing a red sweater and pajama bottoms. She was getting a drink of water. She's exquisite. I will love plunging my knife into her abdomen and watching her guts spill out,a sinister voice echoed within Flippy's head. Flippy immediately put in his head phones to listen to the rain. The sound of rain always drowned out the voice. Pop noticed this and quickly paid the babysitter and brought Flippy into the house.
"Try to get some sleep, ok." Pop said with a worried tone.
"I'll be fine." Flippy said, "It just came back."
Before Pop could say anything Flippy went into his room and locked the door. Pop just sighed, put out his pipe, and went into his kid's room. Cub was still sound asleep, so Pop went to bed himself.
No matter how much you fight me, I will still win. I will kill everyone you know and care about, the voice kept talking in his head. Flippy's eyes kept changing from bright green to dark yellow. Then the conversation with himself happened.
"I will let you hurt anyone again." Flippy said.
You cannot control me. Your hold is weakening It said.
"I will kill myself if I have to."
You tried that already. It said as It motioned toward the scar on Flippy's wrist.
"I will find another way to stop you." Flippy said.
You need to rest. You will need strength to meet our new victims tomorrow. It said, ignoring that statement.
The voice went away and Flippy retained his bright green eyes. He stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and laid down in his bed and fell quickly asleep, only to be welcomed by nightmares.
The nightmare starts out the same. Flippy is nine years old. He is having a sleep-over at his house with his friends, Sneaky and Mouse Kaboom. Flippy's mother is on the phone in the kitchen. His father is watching the game in the living room. The same thing always happens. Flippy's mother, Carol, cuts her arm on something, and starts bleeding. His father, Frank, sees this and runs into the other room. He comes back not with bandages, but wearing his military outfit. He has dark yellow eyes and is holding a large combat knife. The three kids run, but are helpless to watch as Frank stabs Carol with the knife and slices her open. Blood and intestines spill onto the floor. Frank comes toward the children. Flippy watches as his friends die painfully in front of him. The nightmare ends.
Flippy opens his eyes with a small scream. Heavily breathing, he checks his eyes in the bathroom mirror. They are going from dark yellow back to bright green. I'm glad you remember the night I was born,The voice echoed, It's such a shame that your father had to be shot to death, I thought he was a very delightful man.Flippy shook the voice off and turned on the water in the sink to calm himself. The clock read 3:45 a.m. Flippy laid back down and turned on the light. Refusing to go back to sleep, he turned the light on to read a book. Before Flippy could start reading, there was a knock at the door.
"Flippy, are you ok?" Pop asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. It's just the dream again." Flippy replied.
"Flippy, I'm sorry, but I called a psychologist. You have a meeting with him after school tomorrow."
"That's ok. I know you want to help. I might be able to finally beat it if I go to a psychologist."
"That's good. I'm going back to sleep. See you in the morning." With that, Pop went back into his bedroom.
Don't count on a quack stopping me!It called deep from Flippy's psyche.
"Just leave me alone. You will be killed." Flippy replied back, as calmly as he can.
I'll be back in the morning. I cannot not die easily.It said.
The voice left. Flippy breathed a sigh of relieve. He then fell back into a deep, uninterrupted sleep, something he hadn't done in years.
Pop sat in his bedroom, mourning. Six years ago, his sister was murdered. Two years ago, his wife was killed in a car accident. The only people left is his nephew, Flippy, his son, Cub, and his brother, Disco Bear. A day ago, Pop had checked Flippy out of the mental hospital for children and adolescences. He was determined to help Flippy get rid of his other personality, even if it killed him. Pop promised his dying sister that he would take care of Flippy. Pop sadly sighed and went to sleep.
Flippy woke up the next morning, fully rested. Flippy showered and dressed. He went out into the kitchen and saw Pop giving Cub some cereal.
"I'm going to take Cub to school and then go to work." Pop said, then asked, "Would you like a ride?"
"No thanks. I'll walk." Flippy responded.
"Ok. Don't forget your appointment at 2:00 p.m."
"I won't. See you later Cub."
"Bye-bye!" Cub said excitedly.
Flippy walked out the door. he saw the neighbor girl get into a car with her friends, three guys and two girls. Flippy began walking toward the high school. Hey Flippy. Ya miss me? The voice echoed within Flippy's head. Just ignore it and it will go away, Flippy thought. Don't be so sure. I think I will kill Pop first, then maybe turn Cub like us. Flippy fought to ignore it and just focused on where he was going.
Flippy got through the whole day without hearing the voice. He avoided everyone, not wanting to tempt It. He arrived at the psychologist's office at 1:50 p.m. he went up to the secretary.
"Welcome. Do you have an appointment?" She asked.
"Yeah. It's at 2:00, my name's Flippy." Flippy replied.
"Well the doctor is free now so you can go right in."
Flippy entered the office. The doctor was trying to play golf, but kept failing.
"Damnit!" the doctor cursed, then he looked up and said, "Oh, hello. You must be Flippy. Come and sit down."
Flippy sat down in the chair. They both just sat there in silence for at least ten minutes. Flippy observed the doctor. He was pretty young for a psychologist. He had shaggy, light-blue hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with a brown sports jacket and black dress pants. The doctor eventually broke the silence.
"So, what brings you here?" The doctor asked.
"I hear a voice in my head. It wants to kill everyone." Flippy said causally, "I hope you can help me doctor..."
"Call me Lumpy. How long have you had this other personality?"
"Since I was nine."
"What could have happened to give a kid like you the type of PTSD that normally occurs in war veterans?"
"My father...killed my mother and friends in front of me. He was going to kill me too."
"I heard about that. Such a terrible event." Lumpy continued, "Tell me about your other personality."
"I call it Fliqpy." Flippy said, "My name with the first "P" flipped. He looks just like me except he has dark yellow eyes and an extreme bloodlust."
"Does he influence you to attempt to kill?" Lumpy asked intrigued.
"No. He attempts to overshadow me so he can do the killing." Flippy explained.
"Interesting..." Lumpy said, trailing off.
"Can you help me?" Flippy asked.
"I might be able to. But we'll need more sessions. Come back tomorrow at the same time."
"Ok." Flippy said, heavily breathing.
Lumpy saw Flippy's eyes suddenly changed from bright green to dark yellow. He began laughing manically.
"Hello doc." Fliqpy said.
"You must be Fliqpy. I'm Lumpy. I'm here to help Flippy be rid of you." Lumpy replied.
"You can try doc. I am so much more stronger than that pathetic weakling."
"Believe what you want. You will not kill anyone."
"You got some balls talking to me without fear. Would like your guts on the floor?" Fliqpy said, then asked.
"You cannot..." Before Lumpy could finish, Fliqpy lunged at Lumpy, wielding a sharp pocket knife. He stabbed Lumpy in the arm, before he pushed Fliqpy off. Lumpy quickly splashed him in the face with cold water. Flippy's eyes changed back to normal.
"I'm so sorry. I thought I had this under control." Flippy said.
"Don't worry. I'll do the best I can to help." Lumpy replied while bandaging himself, "Go on home, get some rest. Come back tomorrow at the same time."
"Ok." Flippy said as he went out of the office.
Flippy left the office at 3:00 p.m. As he headed home, he called Pop on his cell phone to tell him where he was and that he was coming home. That was fun! Didn't you think that was fun? Fliqpy echoed from Flippy's mind.
"No, I did not think that was fun! You could've killed him!" Flippy said, angered.
I only want to kill those people closest to you. Fliqpy explained, almost with a cheery tone.
"I will not allow you to take control again." Flippy vowed.
Whatever. When the time is right, I will show you and everyone you know what the true meaning of pain and suffering is. with that, Fliqpy went away, for now.
Flippy returned home and went into his room to think. The only two things on his mind were Fliqpy and the neighbor girl. He wanted to know who this girl was and how he can keep her safe from Fliqpy. A knock at the front door interrupted his train of thought. He opened to door. Standing there was a boy about his age. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a yellow sweatshirt. Flippy looked down to see that the boy was also wearing faded blue jeans and pink bunny slippers.
"Can I help you?" Flippy asked.
"Hi. My name is Cuddles."
"I'm Flippy."
"You're the new kid, right?" Cuddles asked.
"Yeah."
"Some of my friends would like to meet you so you're invited to meet us in the park, ten minutes from now."
"Sure, I'll be there."
With that, Cuddles left and Flippy shut the door. Flippy went to his room to change. Looks like he was going to make some friends. Then Flippy realized that Cuddles was one of the people the girl got in the car with. He was going to meet her.
Yea! My second story! I hope you enjoyed this story and there will be more chapters to come. Who is this mysterious girl? Can Lumpy cure Flippy of his PTSD? Or will Fliqpy kill everyone? Who knows? More will be revealed in future chapters. Please Rate and Review.
