A/N: All songs used are not mine. Happy Tree Friends and company are not mine. Tim, Damian, Pandora, and Colonel Xavier are mine, so no stealy. All songs copyrighted by their respective bands. Three Doors Down, Disturbed, Avenged Sevenfold, and Atreyu. David Draiman is bald, Synyster Gates is hott.

Chapter 4

Flippy.

That name keeps me on edge. The guy that the name belongs to kept me on edge. The fact that our helicopter pilot looked almost like Jesus Christ kept me on edge. As we got closer to our destination, my heart rate must've doubled. What was wrong with me? I knew the risks of the conflict that was about to unfold, and I knew that we all might not leave unscathed, but something kept on pulling on me. Something bothered me, and I couldn't figure it out. I almost felt helpless, it was like watching your best friend suffer and writhe in agony and you couldn't figure out what was hurting them. I tried to drown out my own internal conflict with some loud music, but even that didn't help when the playlist picked a random song.

You are, enemy
You are my hated enemy
I am enemy
Number one rated enemy
I'm a labelled Enemy
I am your mortal enemy
My actions, enemy
Make me your bitter enemy

I wanted to strangle myself. What were the fucking odds?!

I shifted in my chair to get a better look outside the vehicle. Timothy snorted a bit as he started waking up. He looked out the window and then to me. "Hey buddy, something on yer mind?" His accent was softly incorporated into his voice, nothing too obnoxious but nothing too subtle. I kinda liked it. I just shook my head. "Nothing... well, something. But I ...I-I'm not really sure." He must've figured out what I meant because he nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder. I noticed his hand was gloved, but the rip on it let me see the bloody scars on his hand. I pointed a thumb at it. "What happened?"

"Nothin' much, was out huntin' and we got jumped by some grizzly."

"Ouch. You alright though?" I asked, checking the rest of his body for any other signs of a animal attack. He just laughed the old redneck laugh.

"Naw, it ain't as bad as ya think. He only got me in the arm and hand. My buddies got away with nothin' but chicken scratches." He talked as if he had been getting injuries for a long time. I nodded and looked out the window, we were over land again and very close to our destination. I shuddered a bit as we began our descent into a forest-like area. This was it.

As the chopper landed, I could see that everyone was getting tense. Pandora wasn't making any of her snide comments, in fact she looked very scared. Tim on the other hand looked profesional. We disembarked from the helicopter and began to make our way through the jungle, approaching a distant house. It was oddly shaped, kind of like a war bunker. This was NOT going to be fun. We all took up our weapons and proceeded inside, breaking the door down. We went three different ways inside the house, checking everything that wasn't nailed down.

I somehow managed to find his bedroom. Without letting my rifle down, I went through whatever I could find. I located numerous pictures of him with the other guys back home. A picture with him smiling, with him hanging with Petunia, Flaky, Giggles, everyone. Even Lumpy. A scream went off behind me, followed by a large metal clamping noise and a squishing, liquid sound. I feared the worse, and ran as fast as I could towards the sounds. There I found Pandora, her entire leg caught in some kind of medieval device.

"Pandora!!" I yelled, attempting to free her. "Tim!" I shouted with no answer. Her leg was already brutally mauled, dark red blood flowing out onto the floor. "Timothy! Where are you?!" I yelled again, getting nothing in response.

"Ngh... D-Damian, get this fucking thing off me.!." Her voice was studdered, her breathing heavy. I tried to open the metal death trap, but the metal was too heavy to move. Finally, Tim arrived and helped me with the trap, taking one side of it as I did and pushing against each other to force it open. As soon as she was free, she jumped out and into Tims arms in tears. Timothy himself was sporting numerous blood stains and a gash on his arm.

"What the fuck!?" I shouted. Tim just lowered Pandora to the ground and sat next to her.

"Man, there is something wrong with this place. There are traps and shit everywhere!" Tim replied, a little shaken.

"Let's get the hell out." Pandora added.

There was a sound of a door opening and closing that threw us all on guard. I took up my rifle and walked towards it, motioning for the other two to stay put. I walked towards the entrance of the house and found the door opened. I became terrified right off the bat. I ran towards my fallen comrades in a hurry. "Tim! Pandora! Get out of here! He's here! He's inside! Get to safety!" I shouted.

A voice went off behind me. "What the? Who the hell are you three?"

I turned around slowly...

There he was. Flippy.