"WHY?! Why did you kill a fucking handicap?!" Flippy shouted at nothing.

Because your reaction is hilarious. Plus, I was aggrivated and he was there. Fliqpy reasoned.

Now then, how about you come and face me in the flesh...hmm? He asked tauntingly, Flippy raised a confused and worried eyebrow before he lost control of his hands and started to panick. First, Fliqpy made him crush Mole's head between his palms, which he could easily do thanks to his excersize he got in the war as blood and brain matter exploded and splattered him. Second, he was forced to pull out the first aid kit from under his bed and pulled out the syringe. Flippy immediately started struggling, falling out of the bed and restraining his own arm.

"We don't know where we'll be when we wake up! The police could be onto us by now!" He yelled.

Meanwhile from just outside his bedroom window...

"That bastard is gonna pay for killing my best friend!" A girl with long dark blue hair angrily mumbled to herself. She had light blue highlights, a white short sleeve shirt, beige booty shorts and was holding a big bat, ready to swing. But before she could, he stuck a needle filled with a mysterious green liquid that made him start wobbling before tumbling down and hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. She didn't care much but still raised an eyebrow in suspicion but just opened the window anyway. The girl climbed in and made her steps as silent as possible while making her way towards the soldier. She poked him with her bat to see if he was really knocked out. When he opened an eye and tried to get up, she panicked and hit him in the head as hard as she could with her bat, REALLY knocking him out.

"I hope that didn't give him any brain damage." She whispered and began dragging her victim out the window.

"Hey, Petunia! Did 'ya get him?" A boy asked, he wore a construction workers hat, baggy jeans and clunky boots and a white wifebeater. Petunia was already in the middle of tying the last knot on his arms and legs and stuffed him in a burlap bag before tossing him into the back of the boy's truck.

"Yes, Handy, I got it all taken care of. You want me to drive the rest of the way?" She asked nonchalantly, Handy just shrugged.

"I suppose." He got in the passenger seat and the two rode off with Flippy in the back.

In Flippy's mind however...

Flippy was walking around a big hallway. Upon opening a door in front of him, he was led to a corridor of mirrors like a fun-house. In Each reflection, he saw a distorted version of himself, each looking more terrifying than the last until he reached the end of the hall that opened up to one big octangular room. There was a shadowy figure standing in the center and only one light source dangled above. The figure chuckled.

"I know that laugh..." Flippy muttered as he felt himself get closer and closer to him. He didn't want to walk any further than past the entry way but his legs wouldn't obey his commands as he continued walking closer and closer until he was just a few inches away from the tall figure looking down, his face in shadows.

"Good to see you again, kiddo!" He ruffled his hair tauntingly. Flippy looked up, feeling inferior due to their height difference. Fliqpy was nearly 10 inches taller than him.

"What do you want?" Flippy asked begrudgingly.

"Aw c'mon, what're you so pouty for? I'm only doing what you don't have the guts to do." Fliqpy teased then he snapped his fingers; a lighter and cigarette appeared in his hands. He lit up and smoked with a confident smirk.

"You mean murdering innocent people?" Flippy asked with an anxious and accusing glare as his counterpart wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Well, let me remind you just who it was that saved your ass in the war!" He blew smoke in Flippy's face which made him cough as the mirrors showed them both a flashback of the war and Fliqpy's birth.

"That's right, while you hid here to escape that big bad reality, I was pulling the heavy weight, and that's not the only thing I'm fearless in doing-" Fliqpy began. The mirrors began to show Fliqpy's memory of staring through Flaky's bedroom keyhole with a perfect view of her undressing. Flippy's eyes bulged and he had trouble trying to pry his gaze away from the erotic view of Flaky's bare body as he began turning red and got a nosebleed. He did his best to hide this by covering his nose and eyes which Fliqpy quickly pried away and forced him to watch.

"You know that's what you want. As a soldier, it's your animalistic instinct to want some action, metaphorically AND literally! Don't act like I can't see you blushing." He mocked Flippy, whom immediately started swinging for the back of his neck to shut him up, but Fliqpy was too fast for him. He grabbed the wrist of the arm Flippy lunged with and pulled it behind his back, paralyzing him by grabbing the other hand as well.

"I'm just doing what you don't have the balls to do! And I can promise you, the next time we see Flaky, her flower is mine! HAHA!" Fliqpy laughed. Flippy turned to look at him in horror when the mirrors returned to normal, he only saw one reflection, Fliqpy's.

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU! I'M NEVER LETTING YOU TOUCH FLAKY AGAIN!"

"You'll have to talk to her in person eventually if you plan on breaking up with her..." Fliqpy sneered.

"No, I mean it, so from now on, WE'RE never gonna see Flaky ever again."

"Heh, sure, you say that now. But eventually you'll start craving it just as much as me! You won't be able to help yourself and when that happens, I'll be there to 'keep you healthy'. A growing boy needs his 'love' as the saying goes...I think." Flippy looked horrified at this idea. He began pacing back and forth. Fliqpy rolled his eyes then snapped a gun into his hand, he fired at the sky, the sound made Flippy collapse and curl up into a shaking ball. He walked over to the shaking boy and rubbed his back, crouching down and whispered into his ear.

"At least I didn't kill our best mates, no matter how 'sneaky' that guy was, he couldn't escape YOUR killer throw. Ironically, you're also the cause of our bombing friend's 'explosive' demise. I'm not the dangerous one...you are." Flippy started twitching in terror.

"Y-you...you're...r-right..."

"Aren't I always?" Fliqpy whispered. "Now...just go to sleep and everything will be fine." A tear streamed down Flippy's shuddering face as he did as told.