Considering Lumpy was still off with the other happy tree friends who had went with him, the pharmacy, like most stores, was open but unattended. Flippy strolled about, gazing at the shelves before spotting a box marked Quentapine. In the town you didn't always have to pay right away, no one, aside from the raccoon twins stole because you could pay as late as you desired.
He made note of the price before heading home. Evil should still be out, hopefully Flaky's not too bored.
As he had assumed, Flaky was sitting on the couch munching on a few reheated pancakes while watching T.V.
"Oh, you're back, how was it, any luck?"
Flippy held up the box, "I've got a decent cure, I'll explain the rest after I've halved and dissolved one of these hundred milligram pills."
He easily wielded a knife, slicing the pill perfectly in half. "I . . . " He trailed off, suddenly aware of his actions. My military training is still far too sharp. He thought.
He ground up the half, and placed it in a glass of lukewarm water, stirring it until it dissolved and was gone.
"Is Evil still asleep?"
"Yeah, he didn't seem anywhere near awake, but I think he'll come to in a couple more hours." She replied.
Flippy smiled and went to the bedroom. There Evil lay curled up, his breathing even and peaceful. Flippy kneeled beside him and tilted his darker halve's head back before pouring the glass's contents out slowly, allowing Evil to drink the water without choking on it. When the glass was half empty, Flippy decided that would be enough and sat it down on the nightstand before exiting and talking to Flaky.
He retold what Sniffles had said, elaborating on the more incomprehensible parts.
"So Evil shouldn't have survived because the cloning usually kills the soul by tearing it apart?" She asked.
"Yeah,"
They talked for another couple of hours until they were interrupted by a groan. Curious they glanced at each other, but realized it was Evil awakening from his two day slumber.
"Ungh." Evil groaned and opened his eyes, yellow orbs scanned the surrounding area before settling on a red porcupine and his reflective good side.
"Flippy, Flaky, what's up?" He asked casually.
"H-How are you feeling, E?" Flaky asked, her eyes wide with anxiety.
"Hmm, I'm fin-ouch!" He exclaimed wincing as soon as his paws touched his face. He gazed at the bandaged phalanges in confusion, seemingly drawing a blank. "Why are my paws bandaged?" He asked.
Flippy flinched and tried to decide what to say, last time he'd spoken of the past Evil had nearly killed himself. A white lie might be efficient, but I just can't do that, "You were freaking out and tried to boil yourself alive."
Flaky gasped in surprise at the green-furred male's abruptness, and she looked as worried as Flippy felt.
Evil seemed to space out, making the two tense in fear at what unpredictable thing might ensure. But then he nodded and gazed closer at his paws, "Oh, yeah, I remember that, eesh, I was nuts! I can't believe all those things I was seeing right before you stopped me from killing myself." He said with a laugh. "Oh lord I feel so much better now that I'm not seeing red everywhere!"
"Ehhhh?" Both of them squeaked.
Evil smiled, a very . . . creepy smile. "I feel so mellow that things just have to improve."
Flippy nodded.
Evil got up gingerly and walked past them. "Whoa I'm starving, I want some nachos."
Pausing, Flippy asked, "You think he's for real?"
"Why not? H-he's acting almost normal, err, as normal as someone living in this town can be." Flaky replied.
The sudden sound of glass breaking rang out, Flippy and Flaky winced before heading to the kitchen.
Evil was gazing balefully at a pile of broken glass, it was a clear blue colour and Flippy realized it had been a deep dish pie plate that he had a few of. He used those for making nachos, apparantly Evil wasn't kidding, he did have a craving for nachos.
"I tried to hold it after I picked it up, but I can't grasp anything worth a darn with these bandages on." he explained, holding up said wrapped paws as if to prove his point.
Flaky had alreadty got a broom and dust pan and was piking up the larger shards with a rag while she swept the tiny bits with the broom. Petunia's taught her well, Flippy thought with a smile.
"I'll help you get the food," He offered, as he aided his alternate personality, he explained that Evil was going to be on medication to help him recover for the next few months, to which said male agreed, he was mellow enough to be reasonable now.
"How long until my paws heal up enough for me to use them better?" Evil asked.
"Well, they should be better in a coupler of days, considering how fast we heal."
"Ah, that's good, I look like a Handy wannabe."
All of them laughed.
Flippy mulled over something before saying, "Did you ever hear about the time he tried to change a light bulb?"
Flaky gave a nervous chuckle, "N-no, tell us."
"Yeah, what did the poor guy die of that time?"
Flippy began explaining, all the while preparing Evil some food. Flaky looked sick at the thought of glass going through the beaver's foot, after all, she had once stepped on a rusty nail and skied down a hill crying her eyes out.
It seemed as though things were turning around for the three tree friends. Flaky was now friends with Evil who was better, and Flippy wasn't flipping anymore.
For the next few days things steadily stayed constant. Flippy and Evil awoke around their usual six o'clock time, and around nine in the morning Flaky would knock and spend the day with the two before departing later in the afternoon around dusk. She was more outgoing, but still retaining some of her old timidness.
The others returned from their camping trip, and were surprised and intrigued by everything that had occurred in their absence. Sniffles was still studying the results, asking Evil if he would volunteer for several tests, which he did, albeit hesitantly.
Cuddles recovered from his sickness, but only after he died and came back to life(go figure).
Petunia caught Sniffles eye one morning when he wasn't so wrapped up in his science, the male's heart skipped a beat, but perhaps it was because he had finally laid eyes upon what she was wearing, a simple, yet seductive lab coat that showed off her curves. It was nerd heaven.
Life was good.
Until one morning exactly one week later . . .
C-L-I-F-F-H-A-N-G-E-R!
I bet you didn't see that coming.
No, the story is not finished! It still has . . . Hmm, I'd say about five to nine more chapters left.
I'm glad so many people have taken an interest in this fic, HTF needs more love!
