Chapter 1: Heavy Rain

(Flaky's POV)

*softly singing to the Happy Friends Tree theme song*

"La, la, lalalala, la, la, lalalala-" *DING DONG!* I stopped mixing the cake batter and looked at the door. Then, I turned my gaze at the clock. Six a.m. Now who would've woken up at this time of hour? Slowly, I walked to the door and opened it halfway. There stood Flippy, waving.

"Hi Fla-" Before he could finish his greetings, I slammed the door shut and began to breath quickly. Oh no, what is FLIPPY doing here? The door bell rang again, but I didn't grab the handle. Images of Fliqpy flashed in my mind. Flippyphobia, my fear of Flippy. Or mainly, Fliqpy. After hearing the door bell several more times, I lost it and ran to the window. Sure enough, Flippy is still there...with a flower bouquet behind his back? I gaped. Even after the time I stabbed him in the eye with the glass shard? Flippy gazed at the door for a moment before turning his head to the window. I figured he caught sight of me because he waved, while hiding the bouquet behind him. His face was a bit pink too...EEP! While I was in my thoughts, I accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl. Chocolate splattered all over my face. Aww man. Not only that, but the back of my head knocked onto something hard. A flash of green appeared and I blacked out.

"Flaky? Flaky! Hey Flaky! Wake up!" yelled a voice. My eyes opened halfway, but my vision was blurred.

"Huh?"

"Flaky! Hey!" I felt light smacking on my left cheek. Ugh, ow. My vision continued to blur objects until it finally steadied itself. I shook my head. Crouching in front of me is Flippy, with chocolate covered paws.

"Eh? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" I screamed. Alarmed, Flippy fell backwards and landed in the puddle of chocolate. I quickly huddled like a turtle, trying to defend myself. Moments later of silence, I snuck a peek at where Flippy had landed. The only thing missing in the picture is Flippy.

"Um, Flaky-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I practically leaped from my spot and landed headfirst onto the floor. Ergh.

"Flaky? Your quills...they're...bent?" What? Flippy handed me a hand held mirrored. I looked into my reflection and noticed that the back top half of the quills on my head were facing diagonally upwards (towards the front). "Well, I guess your new, um, hairstyle is nice." Flippy flashed a sheepish grin. Memories of me torturing Flippy during our car ride bombed my mind. I fell to my knees and began to bawl for forgiveness.

(Flippy's POV)

"F-Flaky! It's ok! I forgive you! Please don't cry! I-I..." She sniffed.

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yeah. Besides, I understand why you feared me."

"You do?"

"Yup, you see, I have what is known as a post traumatic stress disorder...though I hate to say it myself." Flaky began to calm down and patted my back.

"So, whenever you remember the war you went to, you turn...evil?"

"Yep, pretty much. I forget the events that happened while I was evil though."

"Oh. Anyways, thanks for stopping by," she said and hugged me. Quills from her head jabbed my chest, causing it to bleed. Slightly though. One of them poked my temple. Aw fuck.

"Um, you're...welcome Flaky. Are you still scared of me?" She looked into my eyes. The quill that was poking my temple moved away. Phew.

"Not really. Not anymore. But I'm still gonna be cautious!"

"Heh. Oh! I-I got these for you!" I stuttered, whipping out the bouquet. Unfortunately, I smashed it into her face. Oops.

"AH! Oh, ahehe, thank you." She took the rose bouquet (I made sure the thorns were gone) and placed it into a green porcelain vase by the window.

"I guess we should start cleaning the floor then, huh." I said, looking down at the splattered clumps of chocolate batter on the floor. Flaky gazed at me.

"No, no, you don't need to. I can do it! After all, it was my fault for being clumsy."

"Hey, don't say that."

"Why can't I?"

"Because..." Because I love you. Because to me, you're perfect, inspiring, loving. "Be...cause...I...I..." The red porcupine shook her head.

"Nevermind. Besides, don't you have anything else to do?"

"...err...no?"

"...well how about your date? With Giggles?" The last word was barely audible, but I could hear it. We started to scrub the floor, using rags.

"Actually, I don't like her. Besides, she's got Cuddles. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND that 'date,' was Fliqpy killing her. So she's practically hating me now. Who knows, perhaps everyone does."

"Don't say that." What seemed like minutes were hours with each passing silence. Soon, the flooring was shining clean. "And we're done!" I fist pumped the air.

"Woot!"

"So what now?" Oh, so I get to choose what to do?

"Hmm, how about a walk in the park?"

"Sure-" BOOM! We hurriedly rushed to the window. Rain was pouring down heavily and lightning bolt were lighting up the gloomy sky. I checked the time. 8 a.m. Yeesh, looks more like 7 p.m. Also, the lightning bolts looks too menacing...I could get electrocuted out there!

(Flaky's POV)

Aww...

"Well, looks like I'm stuck with you." said Flippy, crossing his arms. I quickly made a mental note in my head saying 'GET RID OF ALL THINGS THAT TRIGGERS FLIQPY.' I gave the house an inspection mentally. Nope, there's absolutely nothing that'll trigger Fliqpy, so I'm safe. All at once a loud explosion echoed and shook the room. Why did I have to jinx myself? I looked at Flippy, who was starting to flip out. Quickly, I screamed. Nothing happened. Flippy was now replaced with Fliqpy. I backed up in fear and ran straight to my room, leaping into my poofy blanket. Don'tcomeinhere don'tcomeinhere don'comeinhere. Suddenly, I heard some clattering from the kitchen. I squeezed my eyes shut.