Before we start, I'd like to say a few words:

"All great powers eventually fall, but it is you who decides whether it shall be in shame or in victory."

"Hey, is it...okay...to cry?"

The words left my mouth like a bitter-sweet medicine. I couldn't stop it from happening. Everything I had ever had was gone now; they abadoned me after I stopped being a fresh piece of model material.

My body was no longer new, my looks no longer the high-rise of idolism, and no more have I stopped people on the streets to gaze at what my agent called "Blossoming Beauty". Instead, I now lay on the ground in my own guilt. Sick and tired, yet happy at the lose of my fame.

But, I should've expected this right?

Every blossom eventually withers.

"You're gonna be big, kid! And I mean, BIG!", Larry said as he tried to set up an appointment with Abrcrombie and Tree modeling agency.

Even though I was a good 20 years older than he was, he still insisted on calling me a kid. Gonna have to fix that.

"Alrght, so I set up an appointment at eight-a-clock. You're 'gonna hav-ta show some skin, though.", he looked at me with those 'is it alright with you?' eyes. 'Never leave the client unhappy. Such is the New York way.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm used to it." Might as well mention my AV years to gather some 'oohs and aahs' out of 'em. People here eat that shit up so fast it seems like everyone'd be poisoned by now.

Larry took me and led me up to the headquarters of A&T: MA. As I passed by the city streets, the illumination of all the lights and technological advertisements clouded my thoughts. I could- No, I WOULD become famous. I was so sick and tired of being cooped up in that tiny ass village with all those Happy-Go-Fucking-Lucky people that I decided to do something. Far too many people have complimented my complexion for me to just sit on my ass. I snapped out of my thoughts as Larry rushed from the passenger's seat to my door and opened it quickly for me.

Heh, I could get used to this.

I was in my prime by the time I walked into the building. No acne, not a stray hair, nor where there any love handles or multiple chins. Every woman blushed and even the men had to turn away to hide themselves. Remember: Chin up, shoulders back, and knock out.
By Jove, I was Cupid in his fertile years.

Hello! Chey Anarchy here! I am here to introduce the new Evil Flippy/Fliqpy fanfiction that I have written! Now, this story is slightly based off of the hit manga, Helter Skelter. So, if you want to take a glance and try to understand what's going on and what's going to happen, feel free to look through.

This story is also based off of Flippy's rise of fame back in 2007-09 when the Happy Tree Fandom had its biggest boom in fans. At that time, is when all the Flippy-fangirls started to pour in.

I digress; This story will be finished soon and guess what:

*da-da-da-Da* It's might first ever multi-chapter story! So hopefully, you'll enjoy it. Remember, critiques are welcome!