Cuddles was on his way to Flaky. Flaky is a red porqupine he had become to be close friends with. Even his closest female friend...after Giggles. But Giggles was a girlfriend to him. Did that count as a friend? However, he really liked her, but it was as a friend. She understood him, felt his pity whenever he felt sad, or when he had got hurt...she was always by his side, and they shared many hobbies together, such as playing baseball and fotball.

Speak of the devil, that was why he was heading to Flaky. She had borrowed his skateboard for a while and she said she was going to give it back today. He said it was okay for him to let her keep it, but she insisted to give it back. Cuddles didn't get that part, but did as she wish cause probably she wanted to be polite. She maybe was that kind of person that was open-handed. He didn't know.

He had reached her house, which was placed between a few trees, and behind it was a forest. Yet another thing he didn't understand her for. She had a rather terrified characteristic, and why was she living exactly in front of a forest if she was so scared? It was where the dangers lurks the most.
He shrugged and approached her house, he knocked a few times on the door and a few seconds later it opened, like she had stood right behind it.

"Where is my skateboard?" he asked but winked at her to signal he was joking with her. She laughed and made a pretended irritated look at him. "Well, hi to you too!" They laughed a bit and then she invited him into her small house. Nothing fancy, but nice and comfy. The house you always could picture as Flaky's.

She was like under a spell of fear when she threw a glance to the stairs going up, trembled and pointed to the attic, then she stammered: "I...Uhm...keep it up there..." she laughed nervously. Cuddles looked at the stairs then back at her. He was in tease mood like he always was when they were spending time together. "Then, let's go up there, shall we?" He gave her a tough look, like he said 'I'm not afraid of anything'. Flaky slowly shook her head. "I would...uhm...rather pass..."

Cuddles pressed her a bit. "You live in this house and you don't dare to go up to your own attic? I'm sorry, but that sounds crazy!" Like he had done before, he took her arm and dragged her upstairs, which caused Flaky to gasp but follow behind. Once upstairs, Flaky held on tight on Cuddles, looking like a scared...yeah what...? A scared porqupine, what else? Cuddles sighed and tried to calm his trembling friend down. "Alright, where's the switch?" She pointed with a shaking index finger to the left corner closest to the entrance of the attic. He let go of her and went over to the switch to lit up the room. Once lit up, Flaky stopped trembling. Cuddles chuckled. "Yellow belly." he said teasingly. Flaky went over to him, with an annoyed look pushing him lightly, and started to look for the item Cuddles had walked over to her house at all for.

While she was searching he noticed a box near on of wall in the centre. It said: "PSYCHOLOGIST DAYS". His curiousity woke up and he approached the box. He looked at the pile of thin books in the box, and one of them had a certain date, actually, all the books had different dates as he scrolled them; May 2nd, May 9th, May 16th and so on. According to the dates' order, it had shown once a week. Cuddles looked over at his friend's back, who was looking for the skateboard. He didn't want to interfere in her personal bubble to ask what this was, but his curiousity took the upper hand and he hesitantly asked her.

"Uhm, Flakes? What's this?" She turned around with a questioning look. She then looked obvious when she noticed what he was holding. But hesitantly answered. "Oh, that. Well...once I went to a psychologist to overcome my fear of everything. Those books are journals my psychologist wrote about me while I was seeing him. He gave me them when I left the department for good." Cuddles looked shocked. "W-wow, Flakes, I didn't know that...did he cure you?" he asked with real admiration and wonder. "Well, what do you think." she almost growled with a tone of disappointment in her voice. Cuddles's long ears switched direction so they where facing her. Flaky looked at him and wanted to hit herself. Cuddles hadn't done anything, he only cared, and all she did was yell. She sighed. "I'm sorry." she said with some regret. Cuddles looked at her with slight suspicion. "It's alright. I shouldn't ferret about your personal property." "No, no really. I understand your cutiousity. Look at them how much you want. I don't care what you'll think about me." she said with her back against him. He smiled. This characteristic was that he admired most of her. Confident. Well, that kind of confident when it hadn't anything to do with struggling for surviving and avoiding hazzards. That was something really unusual to have. However, his attention went to the journals and he scrolled through them. But he twitched when he noticed something. There were a total of 8 books, which meant she had gone to the psychologist 8 times. But he noticed there were only seven of them. There should be 8 different dates. The first six went May 2nd, May 9th, May 16th, May 23rd, May 30th and June 6th. Then the seventh one said June 20th. That gave him the creeps. He asked Flaky, who was concentrated on her task. "Uhmm, Flaky, if I don't interfere too much, how long did you visit the psychiatrist?" She paused and grabbed her chin like she was thinking. "Hmm, let's see...I was doing that and that at the time..." she mumbled to herself. "I think it was to the end of May and in the early June." Cuddles couldn't believe this and asked: "You really sure about that?" "Yes, I'm pretty sure of that now, yellow bun." A shiver of uncomfort shot through his spine and he started to tremble. By the way, her choice of words fitted here for him. Yellow bun. He was scared. Because what he had noticed that between the June 6th journal and the June 20th one there was a piece of paper. The words were written in big, black letters and each word were written on each line. They were written like this:

HORRBLY

AMBUSHED

TO

ETERNITY

Without thinking, he said the words out loud. "Horribly." Without his note, Flaky started to stare at the air in the front of her, and she stood still like a statue. Cuddles didn't noticed this, and if he had, he would've freaked out. He was too focused on the words.

He read out the second word loud. "Ambushed." Flaky's brain were in tornados, as her hand, unwillingly, hit her own face hard. Her teeth sharpened.

Cuddles shortly read the third word. "To." Her eyes started to shade into a crimson red colour, and the eyes weren't pacman shaped anymore. The were big and round, and looked dangerously evil.

Cuddles read the last word as his hands trembled. "Eternity." His monotone voice stated.

Flaky now breathed heavily and had an evil look on her face. She didn't move anything but her eyes, they looked first to the left corner, then to the right, as she was looking for something, with a loss of interest. Cuddles still hadn't noticed, which showed he didn't take any notes when he was focused on something. He didn't understand a bit what all those words meant together. What the hell? "Horribly ambushed to eternity"? What did it mean? He thought that until he noticed that this sentence were only a part of the meaning of this mysterious thing. He read the first letters of each word and it spelled..."HATE" he said out loud. Flaky lost control and jumped at Cuddles.

Cuddles got so shocked he thought he would have a heart attack. What the...? Flaky smirked evilly and licked her lips. She ripped of the flesh from his chest, causing him to scream in pain; Flaky's claws were incredibly sharp, they felt like sharp flint. She breathed heavily and she said with a dark voice, but still had a tone of female in it: "I know you like this." Cuddles eyes widened. Shit, he was so scared. He never knew his heartbeat could beat so fast, but it was now proven the opposite. His naïvity had been shown. Still, what she said confused him. What did she mean "I know you like this"? Of course he didn't. It hurt like he was torn up from the inside. Which meant: It hurt like HELL. He grunted in pain and she glared at him. "You are a real pussy, aren't you?" She contemptuously established, but Cuddles didn't respond; his body was to focused on healing the injuries, as it hurt so much. She kept on ripping his chest flesh so his thorax were exposed. "I'm gonna give it to you hard." Cuddles twitched. What the shit did she mean? Had she lost her mind completely? Couldn't she see the difference between the two kinds of torture; the painful one and the sexual one? This confused him more than scared him, really. He then tried to resist by struggling and hitting her, but to no a vale. She was strong like a bull. Her unnatural sharp claws penetrated into his soft flesh. She ripped his ears off, shoved them into his mouth so he choked. He struggled but stopped when he felt his soul leave his body, making him turn into nothing but a lifeless corpse. It pleasured Flaky and she started to devour him; eating up the flesh were there were most, in a split second. She drooled, with her saliva mixing with the dead bunny's blood. Her below eyelid twitched, making her look like a wild animal with rabies. She stared around her, like the confused, lost animal she had become.

Her darken fur looked like a wolf's, in a shade of brown, and her silhouette could look like one's too. She scrathed a few letters into the wood on the floor with her claws, smirking evilly. Then she ran on all four and climbed onto the walls like a spider out of the house into the Happy Tree Town.

Cuddles corpse was left on the attic, and beside the laying arm of his and the lifeless eyes that stared into emptiness, she had scratched the letters, with Cuddles's blood:

"H.A.T.E."

Patient Journal Nr. 3 Doctor: Lumpy

Patient: Flaky

Date of Journal: May 2nd

Date of patient's birth: April 11th

Suspected disorder: Schizophrenia, hysterical psychosis

Through all these years as a fully experienced psychologist I have never, in my whole life, get to meet a patient I didn't know the disorder of. This young girl, has made me clueless. What she suffers, there is no answer. The nearest disorder I can think of is Schizophrenia, formed by Hysterical psychosis, but that's one wild guess, I say. What she has entitled, she had unexplained nightmares. She told me it involved her being on a field, having a walk. She is in a great mood, and the most queer about it is that she has no fear of anything around. Not a slightest bit. Then it changes, when she suddenly sees herself in front of her. Looks just like her, but slightly more wild, lost...desolated. Not least afraid. It looks evil, but seems sad and needs help. Flaky reaches her hand out to help this poor creature, her own, more savaged part of her mind, but it rips her paw 'til there's nothing and then Flaky claims she always wake up at that part.
I have always tried to relax her by saying it's hallucinations, but I highly doubt that myself. I know that something about it, somehow, somewhere...there's a sign of some sort of aid. This wild, abberrant creature can very well represent one kind of guide that tries to lead her the right way to the truth of her madness, but she, this deep-minded young female porqupine, somehow greets it the wrong way, so it always rejects her whenever she tries to help the other part of her own mind.

By hearing her dream, I've tried to make her see this, that she has to find this way to find the key to the truth of what this mind creature tries to tell her. I've done all I've might, and I haven't reached any conclusion to this strange event of hers. What she has experienced that made her this mad, she has so far refused to tell. I suspect it's because of threat, so I've made her unaware of my attempt of figuring it out while examining her thoughts. She tells me she croons on "Rock-A-Bye-Baby", "Twinkle twinkle little star" and other old-fashioned lullabies, wobbling on the floor with a teddybear, without a head. That doesn't really make me scared, but I have never experienced such a disorder of a patient, as said earlier. Schizophrenia, hysterical psychosis is the closest I can think of. If other, there's no such.
She also claims that in some cases, she wakes up and there's splattered blood on her, like she has had an unknown bloodshed fest and the healthy, innocent side wasn't invited. She also implies that she doesn't remember a thing. Most times, she has appeared in bed when taking the note, a few times on the floor and most rarely beside the table, where she sees the dark red coloured blood on the bright canvas. She as well wakes up with the same headless teddybear, while she stares at the blood, and has an attempt of ignoring the blood on her fur. What I have found out, is that she sings those lullabies to herself in some sort of meditation, a way of calming her down, to tell herself that it'll be fine. But I appreciate her thoughts of seeking help before it was too late, she could have impossibly cured herself if she didn't get guidance first.

She slightly reminds me of an other patient I had a few years ago. A retired veteran from a terrifying war. Strong-minded young man, still very mentally fragile, at least the healthy part of his personality. However, his disorder has been cured a while ago, or that's at least the conclusion we reached. His sickness was the nearest like Flaky's disorder. No one has had such similiar problem. Though, the difference here, if I don't speak too much about this person, he really suffered schizophrenia. There was no doubt of it. Not at all. I came to that conclusion when he awkwardly admitted he enjoyed torturing people, physically, but not exactly HIM. It was the other guy of his personality, as we call it, but he felt so guilty that he claimed it was him, the healthy side, and not the evil one. I found that notably, in particular of normal people being thankful of being cured. This young fellow felt nothing but guilt.

Anyway, I don't know how he feels nowadays, it was such a long time ago. Furthermore, both of these disturbed, lost poor, creatures can, if you ask me, impossibly be connected to each other.

Or can it?

I would highly doubt that, even if it was true.