Hi there! This is my first HTF Fanfic.
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Hello, I'm Peppy. Weird name isn't it? I'm 16 years old (still am technically) and I am a blue puppy-dog. I love to read books and write poems and stories. I also have five friends, each with their own quirks. I fit in pretty well with this group, because I have a quirk of my own......which can be a bitch to deal with at times.
It's not easy having yourself a good time,
Greasing up those bets and betters,
Watching out they don't four-letter,
You could say I have a problem. It's not a big problem, but it's not a small one either. It all started after my mom and dad met up with a burglar while we were walking in the park. Let's say that the guy had a knife. A butcher knife and gun. And let's just say.......well......the next thing I know, my parents are dead. The rest is a blur.
If I can kiss you both at the same time...
Smells-like something I've forgotten,
Curled up died and now it's rotten...
I'm now in an orphanage in Happy Tree Town. (Yay....) I hated my parent's murderer ever since, even though he was stabbed in the balls with his own knife and shot five times in the head three days later. I've still hated him for taking my mom and dad away. Oh, yeah. Anyway, every time I see someone fighting, large or small amounts of blood or I hear someone screaming or anything that sounds like a gunshot, I go crazy. Really crazy. Some of the other orphans nick-named me Mini-Flippy because of my friend Flippy. He is sorta like me, except he actually kills people. (Not that it matters, everyone comes back after they die here.)
I'm not a gangster tonight,
Don't want to be a bad guy,
I'm just a loner baby,
And now you're gotten in my way!
Whenever I go nuts, I either write threatening poems, beat some the other kids (which is rare) or rip apart stuffed weasels. There also some part of me that hates crime. Hates the criminals that commit these crimes so much, that i want to kill them.
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die,
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry!
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside,
It's cold and hard and petrified...
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride!!!
It's also hard to be a normal kid with my 'problem'. I mean, who would want to be friends with a girl who would beat you up if you screamed for no reason? Yeah, that's what I thought. In some ways, I'm normal. I have a DS and a MP3 player that has a bunch of punk-rock songs, as well as some tracks from my Forbidden Alchemy CD. I'm constantly worried about the state of my fur, as well as my hair. I spend my time studying and I hang out with my friends at lunch.
It's a bitch convincing people to like you,
If I stop now call me a quitter,
If lies were cats you'd be a litter...
I'm not very social, unless I'm with my friends. Every time I go to an event, something goes horribly wrong. So, sometimes I go to Sweet Street with Konami and drink 10 milkshakes. "Peppy," he'd tell me. "You have a problem." This comes from the blond-haired panda bear who attends every party I host dressed in a baggy white shirt and torn-up jeans.
Pleasing everyone isn't like you,
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled,
Slug ten drinks, I won't get pickled...
One thing I've gotten used to was me and my friends dying violently everyday and coming back to life the next. The other thing is the story of that creepy doll-thing. I found it once while walking back to the orphanage, and I tripped and fell on a spike. Luckily, for me I threw the doll-thingy and ran for it, but I bled to death when I was five feet from the orphanage.
I've got to hand it to you,
You've played by all the same rules,
It takes the truth to fool me,
And now you've made me angry!!!
So, one day after the track meet at school, I was walking home when all of a sudden I hear a gunshot. Which made me snap. I then ran to the nearest tree, ripped a huge branch off and tore it to pieces. After 3 minutes, I just sighed and kept walking. I wonder if you could kill someone with just a pencil. I thought.
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die,
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry!
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside,
It's cold and hard and petrified...
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride!!!
I've been thinking that lately. There's so much crime in the world that it makes you wanna wish for a world of peace (even if it lasts two seconds), doesn't it? Well, its your opinion. Anyway, I continue to walk home when I bump into someone. He and I fell to the ground. "Err....sorry, miss." he said. I got up and dusted off my skirt. "It's fine." I said, looking at the guy I knocked down. He sort of looked like a result of a cross-breeding experiment between a panda bear and a dog with black messy hair that stuck out everywhere, wearing a big white shirt with long sleeves and faded jeans. I said goodbye to him, and kept on walking. I don't really know what will happen after this, but one thing's for sure........
Oh I could throw you in the lake,
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake,
I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.
Oh I could bury you alive,
But you might crawl out with a knife,
And kill me when I'm sleeping,
That's why....
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die,
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven,
Please don't hang your head and cry!
No wonder why,
My heart feels dead inside,
It's cold and hard and petrified...
Lock the doors and close the blinds,
We're going for a ride!!!
....I'll end up going to Hell and back.
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((That's the end of Chapter 1!
And Now for an FAQ:
Q: Is this gonna be a crossover fic??
A: Yes. If you don't like it, then go away!
Q: What's Forbidden Alchemy? It sounds like a good band.
A: Sorry, Forbidden Alchemy isn't real. It's a band I made up.
Q: Who the hell is Peppy?!
A: Peppy is my oc for Happy Tree Friends. She's a blue dog and she is a bit like Flippy, except her actions are not violent....for now. Also, Flippy goes nuts whenever something reminds him of the war, Peppy goes nuts when whenever she's reminded of the night her parents are murdered.
Er.....that's all the questions for now....
Oh, and by the way, Mondo Media owns Happy Tree Friends, not me.
R and R Please!))
