AWESOMENESS! I'M SORTA ON A ROLE HERE! I'VE ALSO STARTED TO PLAY ROBOT UNICORN ATTACK, WHICH I'M NOW ADDICTED TO! SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE, ENJOY CHAPTER 3.

YOUR SKINNY-BUT-NOT-SLUTTY,

T.L.L.P.

When Ms. Mishaka and Flaky reached her office another woman was waiting for Ms. Mishaka. The woman was Ms. Lollyrog (shut up I was in a silly mood!) an English teacher with sloth ears who was the laziest teacher around the school. Standing next to her stood two pale skinned girls, one with long messy light green hair, accessorized with a black hat that resembled the cartoon character Chowder's, along with black arm and leg warmers, and black vans instead of the usual, and light blue eyes, with a crooked white tail, with a messy black tip, while the other one had medium-length dark green curly hair placed in a bun, with a few strands going down the face, tan tights, black high-heels, red lip gloss, and blood red eyes. The girls looked at the opposite direction of each other, the dark haired one had a look of anger, while the lighter head had one of blank.

Ms. Mishaka: Ms. Lollyrog, this isn't much of a surprise. Just give me a few minutes I just need to talk to Ms. Quill...

?: Flaky's here?

Flaky looked in the lighter head's direction and was met with a bright, beaming smile. She knew both of the girls, unfortunately, the lighter head was Frankie. She was very hyperactive and knew everyone's name and only wanted to be their friends if she thought of them as "awesomesauce". After Frankie's question the darker head only glanced at Flaky, then looked away with a 'hmph'. This was Velma, she was a lot meaner then Frankie, and didn't want to be anyone's friend, mainly because of the fact that she was a movie star and didn't want to get involved in 'unimportant matters'.

Ms. Mishaka: Ms. Cox I understand that at this point you want to, how you, the otakus, and the japanese say, "glomp" Ms. Quill, but right know I need to talk to her, okay?

Frankie *depressed and looking to the floor*: Okay...

And with that, Ms. Mishaka and Flaky walked into her office.

Ms. Mishaka: Have a seat.

Flaky: Ms. Mishaka what ever I have 'done' I would like you to look at the surveillance tape...

Ms. Mishaka: Oh dear it's nothing like that!

Flaky: Oh *exhales with relief*. So why did you send me in?

Flaky looked at Ms. Mishaka and was met with a worried look.

Ms. Mishaka; Flaky, *sighs* how do I put this? Do you remember Sgt. DeLarge?

Flaky's eyes widened and immediately a montage of flashbacks appeared before her eyes.

Flaky *eyes still widened*: Y...yes, w...w...why do you a...a...ask that?

Ms. Mishaka could sense the red head's uncomfortable state, but this was a situation of protection, so she had to continue.

Ms. Mishaka: Well I had just received news from the asylum he was put in, and it turns out, he had escaped there at 1:15 this mourning.

Flaky's mouth was dry. She remembered when he was taken away, the officers claimed that the place he was going to had high top security and would never let him out until he was cured, so why in fuck's name was he on the loose?

As more and more horrible thoughts entered her poor little mind Ms. Mishaka continued.

Ms. Mishaka: However, they're guards claimed that his trail ended at a deep creek with a bridge, so it is 50% possible he drowned.

That statement didn't help with the situation, Flaky and her both knew that that was more than unlikely that that could've happened, after all this guy was in the freakin' army! He probably went through much worse then that!

Ms. Mishaka: Ms. Quill, *Flaky looks up* if it helps you feel any better, your parents have heard this news, and they hired some officers to stake out near the school, and your house, just to keep you under surveillance...

Flaky started to feel better, but another fact came up to ruin her pleasant thoughts, this guy also happened to defeat a whole army, without any help! So that meant that he could easily take out a cop car just by closing his eyes! Not to mention he was a master at camouflaging so he could just sneak in and sneak out while she was drugged or something.

Ms. Mishaka: If you want Ms. Quill, your parents have also offered to have officers escort you and follow you.

As safe as that sounded it would become obvious to her friends then they would want to help and then get hurt by having him kill them in the forest or worse, outside the border!

Flaky: Um...well I think the cars should be enough, I can just carry a knife or something when I'm going places.

Ms. Mishaka: Well, you might want to tell your parents that, but if anything happens come to me or your friends, alright.

Flaky *smiles and nods*: Okay

And on that note Flaky walked out.

Ms. Mishaka: *sighs* Okay, Ms. Cox, Ms. Vanderbelt, and Ms. Lollyrog!

The Captain sighed. This was the tenth patient that they were interviewing and he was already tired. Mainly because most of the answers he got were at first truthful, but then would turn into a life story at the middle and then they would have to interview another one.

Captain: Alright, who's next?

Worker: Well this one actually knew him very well, so she could be of some help.

Captain: So why are you talking a little worried?

Worker: Well, she too is also a murderer, even though she seems sweet, she always ends up killing other patients claiming her imaginary friend Mr. Pickles is doing it.

Captain: A risk I'm willing to take.

When they found her door the worker took his keys out and opened it. The captain entered it only to find a girl, about the age of 16, wearing a straight jacket in a corner with her head and her sheep ears and tail low.

Worker *softly*: Lammy? Lammy? There's a man here to talk to you.

Lammy's ears and head perked up and turned her body around. The captain got a better look at her face. Her short purple hair hung down covering some of her face, but not enough for the captain to see her dark circled purple eyes. She had a tired expression on her face, like she stayed up for a week.

Lammy: Yes?

The captain walked over to her.

Captain; Lammy I'm Captain Hammilton, I'm here looking for a friend of yours by the name of Flippy.

Lammy's eyes perked up, but only for a few seconds.

Lammy: What do you want to know?

Captain: From what I understand you and him were kinda close during your times here.

Lammy *nodding*: Yes, we were. But not as much due to Mr. Pickles not liking Fliqpy.

Captain *confused look*: Fliqpy?

Lammy: Yeah his evil side. He was so mean and Mr. Pickles and him would sometimes get into fights, but not physical ones.

Captain: Well alright, but can you tell me something about Flippy?

Lammy: Well he was nice to me, and we sometimes had tea parties together while our imaginary friends weren't looking, he used to talk to me a lot during the parties.

Captain: What did he talk about?

Lammy: Sometimes about what Fliqpy did in his dreams, other times about his past, but he loved to talk about a certain someone *smiles at the memory*.

Captain: Who?

Lammy: Her name was Flaky. *giggles* I remembered when he talked about her I would always see a faint blush on his cheeks. He would go on and on about how sweet and kind she was, she sounded like the kind of girl any guy would want. *sighs* I remember I had a certain someone myself. *sighs* Truffles, I wish you could've seen that in me.

Captain: Is there anything else you would like to add, Lammy?

Lammy: Hm? Oh no, like I said we didn't spend that much time together due to our imaginary friends, sorry.

Captain: Well thank you for your time.

The captain walked out.

Captain: Are there any others?

Worker: No, the others avoided him because of his problem.

Just then a scream came from Lammy's room. The captain and the worker rushed back in to find another worker with his head twisted backwards between Lammy's feet. (she snapped his neck with her legs when he tried to make her take her medicine, people :P)

Lammy: Mr. Pickles, not again!

YAY! I GOTS MEH OCS IN HERE! :D But in this story they're 2 years older, but that's okay! I'm also happy to have someone else die in here! :D

Credit for creation of some of the HTF's last names goes to puppycat23.

T.L.L.P.