Every unfortunate soul who came to know of Flippy's…disposition, suffered immense pain, whether they lived or not. However, before they did, the young and precious green bear posed absolutely no threat to anyone. He would never hurt a fly. With the chime of dog tags, others around perked up, knowing exactly who was coming. Flippy was always helping others, especially happy to have fun with them in tea parties and games. He was a simple model of the perfect young boy.

Flippy really loved those moments. But no matter how much he wanted things to stay like that, something would happen, every single time. Something that would make every shed of happiness within him disappear. Without awareness, a giant gap of time would pass his consciousness, and show him a world where everything he loved, mere moments ago, lay dying and destroyed right before him. He would not even know or remember what had happened.

Walking, running, lost in the barren world, he would see the horrible fates of the people he cherished. As tears flooded his eyes and streamed down his face into the dead soil, he would shout out their names, hoping that someone, anyone would still be with him. Alas, with every name he cried out, the mangled body of that friend would appear on the ground as he ran under the bloody red sky. He runs past the river he once knew to be clear and blue, now deep red and horrible. In that river, reflected something that made Flippy stop dead.

Falling to his knees by the river, he saw the image of himself. Blotches of dark colours were smeared on his face and his clothes. Without looking at himself, he brought his shaking fingers to his face and dabbed them on the moist stains. Bringing his fingers within his line of vision, his trembling eyes focused on the red liquid flowing down his fingertips. His pupils shrank as he shot up, beating the bloody river. He used his hands to swipe his own face and clothes, attempting not to believe what he could only think could have happened.

As though he was under attack by some unknown force, he spun round endlessly, screaming, trying to make whatever it was that was hurting him stop. He shut his eyes as the tears mixed with the blood on his face. The pain hurt, but all he could think of doing was to run. He ran and ran, but he could not escape the pain of the truth. Or what he thought it to be.

Exhaustion was not his limit now. Though his legs screamed at him to stop and his lungs were about to explode, he did not stop running. It proved no good as bodies seemed to be strewn everywhere. He just did not want to be there at the moment. Being alone in a world like this, he had to bear the pain alone. It was crushing him, stronger and stronger, until his heart was smashed and broke into pieces. His momentum caught him and he fell on his face, rolling a little way before finally laying on the ground. He was gasping, battered and bruised. His eyes were soulless and looked at nothing in particular. All he could see was the reminiscence of the world around him.

Then, it flickered. He could see flickers of another world similar to this one. But not exactly the same. As the image of the world he was in passed into this other world, he saw a lost fragment of his memory. This time, he was able to see what happened to cause such a world. People were fighting, together with explosions and loud, sharp sounds that stung his ears. A war.

There on the battlefield, stood a figure. It was a boy, his back facing Flippy's vision. As Flippy brought this vision closer, he saw the boy held something in his right hand, something that trailed to the ground and dripped with a thick, fresh liquid. The boy began to turn around, and Flippy forced his mind's vision to go upwards. He could see that the boy's front was smeared with the very same liquid as on what he was holding. Something struck at Flippy's soul when he saw that the boy was wearing dog tags; exactly the same as his. The last thing he was able to see were sharp teeth packed into a distorted, bloody grin.

His memory faded.

-{Author's Ramblings}-

/Hey Tayuke, I will forever steal your Author Notes thingy, hahaha/

Hello dere, Cheshire here again. (is it hard to pronounce that name?)

Anyway, here's the prologue for another fanfiction I'm doing. It's based on HTF(Happy Tree Friends). If you are familiar with it, you'll know its some gory business. I've never done gory stuff but there's a first for everything, ahahah…

By the way, this prologue wasn't gory, yet :I

It's also the first fanfiction where I attempt to make a long one, with chapters and all that. I've only ever done oneshots, so I guess its time to step up my game.

I'll try my best to make it mildly gory at least. It's also based on my OTP, FlakyxFlippy, since I saw Flippy snap out of his flipped self when Flaky screamed.

BLAH BLAH BLAh, I hope you liked the prologue, I hope you'll look forward to the installments and I'LL TRY MY BEST!

P.S. Tayuke, don't read the rest if you want to have peaceful nights :3