She wasn't sure what woke her, the dull pain that flooded her body or the sunlight.

The last thing she remembered was the sound of something breaking and a voice similar to her own.

She expected to wake up not knowing where she was or how she got there. The pain was new. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she found herself ready to face the consequences that would inevitably greet her as they do when she comes back.

She was in a bedroom, curled up to the edge of the bed. The bedroom she recognized as she looked around.

Her bedmate made himself known then by wrapping an arm around her, pulling her to him, he let out a soft snore. She couldn't help her blush.

Had she somehow made it to his home? Had he let her in even then though he was having problems? It wouldn't surprise her.

Turning a little to face him she kissed his cheek, causing him to stir. She waited for the kiss in return when he realized who she was.

That didn't come though. When his tired grey eyes settled on her, he sat up in panic.

"M-Mina?!"

She smiled at him, unsure of what to do. Knowing by his reaction that she was definitely gone for longer than she thought.

He suddenly pulled her into a hug, starting to cry.

"Fl-"

"Where h-have you been?!" He interrupted her, crying into her shoulder.

Mina grew silent, she let Flippy cry on her. What could she say when not even she knew?

"D-don't you have anything to say?" He pulled back from her. "You've been gone a month! Millie was worried! I was worried!"

"I'm sorry."

Two simple words that she'd told Millie time and time again when this happened.

"All you can say is sorry?!"

Mina looked away, pulling the blankets to her chin.

"What?!"

The new outburst caused Mina to look at him.

"I-I'm not angry! I'm worried!" He was looking down as he spoke, eyes slightly closed. He was talking to Fliqpy.

"Of course you'd say that… I don't need advice from a murderer… Shut up… Fliqpy go aw- What?... You can't be serious…" Flippy looked at Mina, his eyes wide.

"What's wrong? What did he say?"

Flippy sighed, "Let's get dressed. I'll make breakfast."

"Flippy?"

He ignored her, getting out of bed he went to his dresser.

Mina sat a moment, "Flip-"

A shirt and a pair of shorts landed in front of her.

"I don't know what he did with… your… clothes just wear those for now. They don't fit me anyway," He was putting on a shirt.

Mina thought a moment about what she'd do about undergarments, but decided in that moment but it really didn't really matter. She grabbed the shirt and put it on, enjoying the looseness. The shorts were a bit too big but she managed by rolling the waist down.

Flippy had gone downstairs, Mina could hear the slight shuffling of pans.

She went up to the mirror and tried her best to fix her hair. It would be easier if she had a ponytail, but she settled for running her fingers through it, even if that made it worse in some spots.

They ate in relative silence, Flippy would barely look at Mina. He didn't know how to say what Fliqpy had told him. He couldn't. Mina was much more fragile than people thought. He knew that. If she knew what that monster said it would break her.

While Flippy was cleaning up, Mina sat at the table. She understood why Flippy was angry before but this sudden sadness.

"What did Fliqpy tell you?"

Suddenly a plate slid of the counter and smashed.

Flippy froze, clenching his eyes shut. His teeth gnashing together. This was not the time. He managed to push the flashbacks and Fliqpy away.

Head's up, said other half's voice filled his ears.

Flippy opened his eyes just in time to see the knife bury into his stomach.

He shoved his attacker away, pulling the knife out in the process. It clanged to the floor, blood splattering in the process. He held his hand over the wound, hoping nothing vital was hit.

He watched as she staggered back to her feet, though it wasn't Mina. Olive eyes stared back at him, blonde hair replaced the black. Her mouth was twisted in a sharp tooth grin.

Told you.

Flippy ignored his other persona, "Mina, snap out of it. This isn't you!"

If I had a dollar for every time everyone of your friends that tried that I'd be one rich mother-

Shut up.

Heh.

"I wouldn't expect ya to know but it's Meana. Not Mina," Meana spoke, the sound of a laugh in her voice.

I prefer Kitten.

Disgusting.

You didn't even let me go into detail. How do you know that?

"Ugh," Flippy let the sound slip.

Meana tilted her head to the side, her blonde bangs falling into her face.

"Not. You. Him."

Meana's grin grew friendly, "Why don't ya let him out?"

Oh hell yes.

Fuck off.

Touchy.

"No. Now if you would please give me my girlfriend back so I can dress my wound." His hand began slipping down his stomach leaving a red streak.

"You can do that while I'm here," Her hands rested on her hips.

His eyelids fluttered a bit, "If you're anything like Fliqpy then no I can't."

"Looks like you don't have much of choice. You're looking a little drained."

Flippy leaned against the counter, "Nothing I can't handle."

He shook slightly as the wound throbbed.

"Right."

Thick silence grows between the two, before Meana lets out a sigh, "Well this is boring, Fliqpy is so much more fun." Her hair begins to darken as her eyes becoming teal. "Have fun telling Mina about me~" She put two fingers to her lips, blowing a kiss before she collapsed.

Once her colors were normal, Flippy staggered over, kneeling next to her. His hand carding through her hair.

It pained him but he had to tell her.

Flippy opened the door to his jeep as Mina stepped out. They hadn't spoken since he told her about Meana. She'd given no response.

Before they made it a step down the driveway Millie was there, hugging Mina and crying.

Photographer Splendid stood a few feet away from them, his hands in his pockets.

A lot was going to be talked about. And for once Flippy didn't feel alone.

Alright so rushed ending but there will be a sequel with 3 more OCs in it. I hope this was a good story. I had fun writing it.