Flaky usually had the most peaceful dreams. She dreamt that she was standing in a beautiful meadow. It was the only place in the world that she safe. She was walking though the meadow, adoring the beautiful scenery.
"Hi Flaky." A very familiar voice called to her. She turned around and smiled, standing across from her was Flippy. She began walking towards Flippy, but stopped abruptly when she saw a flash in the sky. A bolt of lightning hit the ground between them. Flaky turned and gazed up to the sky, which had turned blood red.
She looked back at Flippy, but only see's something that made her heart stop. There, standing where Flippy once was, was a large, muscular male porcupine with red fur. He had scars all over his face and tattoos on his arms. He started towards Flaky, who is too scared to move. He stood in front of her and smiled evilly.
"Well, look who it is! It's my little whore!" the porcupine said. Flaky started to cry.
"Aw, don't cry you little slut!" Her father growled, slapping Flaky across the face, making her fall to the ground. The porcupine seized Flaky by her throat and started to choke her.
"D-D-Daddy! P-please let me go, y-you're hurting me!" Flaky whimpered, trying with all her might to free herself. Her father just laughed again. She felt herself go limp as the last of her breath escape her.
Flaky woke up, screaming. She sat up, sweat coming down her face. She started to cry about the horrific nightmare she just had. Flippy ran into the room, when he found Flaky sobbing.
"What happened? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding anywhere?" Flippy asked, worried for Flaky. She shook her head, still crying.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Flippy asked. Flaky nodded.
"Well, what was it about?" He asked. Flaky stop's crying and look's at Flippy.
"M -My dad!" she quivered.
"Why is that bad?" Flippy asked, sitting right next to Flaky.
"After my mother died, my father would always abuse me. He would beat me, cut me with broken glass and call me terrible names like 'bitch' and 'whore'. He hardly ever fed me and when he did, it was usually something that made me ill." Flaky said, and started to cry again. Flippy looked at Flaky sadly, sympathising for the little porcupine.
"What happened next?" Flippy asked. Flaky stopped crying a little and looked at Flippy.
"One day, I finally managed to call the police and told them about what he did to me. Before they took him away he told me that when he gets out of prison, he's going to track me down and kill me!" Flaky said, crying even more than before. Flippy, almost on the verge of tears, embraced Flaky in a hug.
"Don't cry, everything is going to be okay. Nobody's going to hurt you." Flippy said trying to cheer Flaky up. Flaky kept on crying, burying her head on his shoulder.
"Flaky, look at me." Flippy said. Flaky looked at Flippy, her eyes were red from crying so much.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Your father isn't here. He will never find you, no matter what. Even if he did find you, your friends will protect you. I'll protect you." Flippy said. Flaky stopped crying.
"Really?" Flaky asked.
"Of course! I would never let anything happen to you!" Flippy said. Flaky smiled and hugged him again.
"T-Thank you, Flippy! That means a lot to me." Flaky said, lying back down.
"I'll sleep on the couch, you can have my bed. Okay?" Flippy said. As he turned to leave, he felt Flaky grab his hand, which caused him to blush.
"No, please don't leave me!" Flaky begged. "Stay with me instead, I'll feel safer that way."
Flippy was slightly taken aback by Flaky's request, but decided to stay with her.
"Alright, I'll sleep here with you." Flippy said. He kissed her gently on her head, making her blush. He took off his beret and coat, turned off the light and climbed in the bed on the other side.
"Goodnight." Flippy whispered to Flaky. He rolled over to sleep. Flaky followed shortly afterwards, another smile on her face.
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Flaky awoke to the sound of the door opening. She opened her eyes and saw Flippy entering the room with a tray in his hands. Flippy look's at Flaky with a smile.
"Good morning Flaky." Flippy said, walking towards Flaky.
"Good morning." Flaky replied. She pulled herself up. Flippy placed a tray down in front of Flaky. The tray had a plate with bacon, a bagel and eggs. Next to the plate was a glass of orange juice.
"T-Thank you, Flippy." Flaky said, and began eating a piece of bacon.
"No problem." he replied, with a smile. There was an awkward silence between the two; the only noise heard was the sound of Flaky chewing. After a few minute's Flaky decided to speak.
"So, are you going to do anything today?" Flaky asked. Flippy nodded.
"I'm just going to clean my garage." Flippy replied.
"How long is it going to take?"
"I don't know, maybe a few hours."
"Oh. Well, when your done do you want to, um, watch a movie together?" Flaky asked timidly. Flippy looked at Flaky with a big smile on his face.
"I would love to Flaky." Flippy said. Soon Flaky was done eating her breakfast and handed Flippy the tray. He grabbed the tray and started out the door.
"If you need me I'll be in the garage, OK?" Flippy said. Flaky nodded. Flippy smiled and closed the door. Flaky grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, lying back down. After setting the tray in the sink, Flippy went to the garage. He turned on the light and nearly did a double-take at what he saw.
"Man, look at this place!" Flippy yelled, looking at his garage. It was filled with things he didn't even remember having: piles of garbage, cardboard boxes, old clothing, pots, pans, cans of paint and old jewellery.
"This is going to take forever to clean!" Flippy whined. He entered the garage and started to clean up. He cleared out all the garbage, and then started to sweep the floor.
"How pathetic." Flippy heard his evil side say inside his head.
"A first class soldier, reduced to a goddamn maid." Evil Flippy said. Flippy groaned.
"Can't you just shut the hell up for once?" Flippy yelled in frustration. He turned around and saw a mirror in front of him, his evil side in his reflection.
"I'm just waiting for you to screw up." His evil side said.
"What do you mean?" Flippy asked.
"I'm just waiting for one moment. The moment you let your guard down is when I will emerge, and when I do, I'll kill that little porcupine bitch!"
"You better not touch her!" Flippy yelled, throwing the broom to the ground. "If you even so much as lay a finger on her, I'll kill you!" Flippy screamed. His evil side smirked.
"And just how are you going to do that?" Evil Flippy challenged his other side.
"I'll find a way." Flippy said, turning around picking up the broom. His evil side stared to laugh again.
"What's so funny?" Flippy asked in annoyance.
"I was thinking about what I'm going to do to that bitch." Evil Flippy said. This caught Flippy's attention. He turned around and looked at his evil side.
"What are you going to do?" Flippy asked, worried of what he could happen to Flaky.
"I'm going to nail her to the ground, cut open her stomach and rip out her organs, one by one!" Evil Flippy said, laughing manically.
Flippy, who couldn't take any more, drove his fist into the mirror, shattering it. He could still hear his evil side's laughter inside his head. Flippy looked at his hand, and saw that there were shards of glass in it, blood dripping from the cuts they had inflicted. His eyes began to twitch, his teeth began to sharpen. He quickly shook it off, his returning to normal. Flippy left the garage and headed to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and took out a roll of bandages, wrapped his injured hand and returned to the garage.
