**AUTHORS NOTE**

A little explanation on this chapter. The beginning takes place inside Flippy's mind, between his soul and Fliqpy. This is why there is physical interaction between Flippy and Fliqpy...just to clear up any confusion.

"Why did you pull me back in you worthless pile of flesh?"Fliqpy's harsh voice cut through the blackness inside Flippy's mind. He paced back and fourth, a bleeding Flippy crumpled on the floor like an old rag doll.

"I knew you were going to try to hurt people...I wouldn't let that happen." He cringed as he felt Fliqpy's evil, menacing glare fix itself on Flippy's vulnerable form. Fliqpy reached down and lifted Flippy off the ground by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up until their noses were almost touching.

"How dare you treat me like I'm the problem? Have you forgotten what I did for you?" Flippy cringed at the harshness of his alter ego's voice. Fliqpy scoffed, throwing Flippy back to the ground. "You're so fucking weak...it makes me sick." Flippy glared daggers at the sneering ego, his anger beginning to boil.

"Weak? If i was weak, I wouldn't have had the will power to pull you back in. I refuse to let you hurt anyone else!" He growled, forcing himself to stand up. "I'd rather kill myself and drag you to hell with me." Fliqpy just laughed at Flippy's attempt at standing up to him. The much taller ego wickedly laughed, stepping up to him. Flippy had to look up to make eye contact with his alter ego.

"If it wasn't for me that abusive bastard would have killed you!" Flippy sat silently, reflecting on the past, back to that fateful day that changed his whole life.

"Stop it what did she ever do to you!" Flippy yelled as his step dad knocked his mother to the floor once again. Flippy's eyes filled with tears as he watched his mother being beat by his step dad frank.

"Shut the hell up boy or you're next!" Frank drunkenly slurred, the putrid stench of alcohol was so strong on his breath Flippy could smell it from across the room. Frank started coming after him, evil in his eyes. Flippy began to shake as he heard his mother scream, not knowing what to do with the giant, muscular, drunk man charging at him. He closed his eyes tight as he felt a meaty fist hit the side of his face. Flippy fell to the floor, nearly unconscious.

"Run Flippy!" His mother screamed, trying to get off the floor, her head bleeding from a huge gash left from smashing it on the tile floor. Flippy forced himself up off the floor, earning a sarcastic grunt from Frank.

"So, it looks like the little pussy wants a fight, do ya boy?" Flippy looked his enraged step dad in the eyes, blood dripping from his busted lip. He refused to say anything, he just kept staring at the madman. This made Frank even angrier, the drunken body builder lunging at Flippy, pinning him to the wall by his throat, his feet inches off the ground.

"You wanna keep starin' at me? I'll gouge out those pretty green eyes of yours and you won't be able to fuckin' stare anymore." Frank lifted his fingers to poke out his eyes, when Flippy felt a surge of energy inside of him, despite the fact that he was close to passing out from lack of oxygen.

"Get...the...hell...off...ME!" He gasped, his eyes turning a vibrant yellow. The sudden change startled Frank, who dropped his body to the floor. "heh...not so brave are you? You want to feel pain, then you will feel pain." This new Flippy grabbed a meat cleaver off the kitchen stove and plunged it into Franks stomach. He sputtered as he fell to the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with your boy Lilly?" She began to sob at the scene, unable to control what was happening around her.

"Flippy no...please..." She weakly said, putting her head on her hands. Flippy darkly laughed, looking back to Frank.

"Oh, you are mistake my lovely lady, I'm not Flippy." He laughed again as he plunged the knife back into his stomach, creating another wound. He licked the knife clean of Franks blood as he laughed.

"How does it feel...to be helpless? I am going to enjoy watching the life leave your pathetic little eyes." All of a sudden, Lilly's sobs made this new Flippy feel strange, and he dropped the knife. His eyes returned to the deep green they normally were. He looked around his kitchen, as Frank was slowly using his moment of distraction to book it out the door. Flippy, still covered in blood, looked in horror at his mother lying on the kitchen floor sobbing.

"Mom...what happened?" She looked in complete shock, not believing that her son didn't remember what just happened.

"Flippy, sweetheart...you can't tell me you don't remember stabbing Frank." Flippy's eyes widened in horror as he looked at his blood stained hands. Of course...looking at the blood was his biggest mistake. He began to wig out again, losing control of his body, he grabbed the knife and ran out the door. He found Frank in the parking lot, trying to get into his car.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Fliqpy laughed and he began to slash open Franks back. Frank fell forward, smashing his head on the car door. Fliqpy rolled him on his back, exposing his chest. He got on top of him, and putting his mouth to his ear, maliciously whispered,

"Its time...time to watch the light leave those eyes. But first...I owe you something." He sat up, plunging the knife through one of Franks eyes, before viciously stabbing Frank in his chest, until his body was almost unrecognizable.

"You act as if i WANTED to be branded a vicious murderer. As if i WANTED to be locked up..." He paused, shaking his head before saying, more to himself than to Fliqpy, "as if i wanted to be stuck here..." Fliqpy, still irritated, sarcastically laughed at his counterpart.

"You'll thank me someday." He began to fade, as Flippy awoke from his coma.

"Oh good! He's waking up!" A female voice said quietly next to him. Flippy's eyes began to adjust to the light as he looked over to see Flaky sitting next to him with Cuddles. Her face had a look on it mixed with fear and worry.

"What...what happened?" Flippy weakly asked the two teens sitting by his bedside. He was hooked to oxygen and a saline drip. Flaky started to tremble a little bit, so Cuddles filled Flippy in.

"Well...something really strange happened. It was almost like another person...possessed you or something. Your eyes turned a vicious yellow...you attacked Flaky." Flippy's heart sunk into his stomach. He had to fight the tears that were forcing their way up.

"No...please tell me you aren't serious." A tear escaped his eye, which Flaky softly caught on her finger. He looked her in the eyes. "I'm...so sorry..." Was all he could muster to say. She sadly smiled, putting her hand in his.

"I understand...please...don't apologize. I didn't get hurt." He still felt a pang of guilt, but the three teens got distracted when they heard yelling down the hall.

"I would have expected as much out of you Ms. Orchid, but I am shocked and appalled that you would be part of this Splendid." Pops voice could be heard. Orchid's angry retort was heard afterwards, venom on her tongue.

"We were just doing the damn ritual like with every single new person! It's not our fault that freak wigged out! How the hell were we supposed to know?" Pop was heard exhaling sharply.

"I guess this is true...what do you have to say about this Splendid?"

"look, Flippy is my friend. I haven't known him long, but if anyone needs protection, it's him. That's the only reason I agreed to do this. He's had a hard enough time as it is, with his abusive step Dad and having split personalities, losing so much so young." Flippy looked at Flaky and Cuddles, who were looking at him with such kindness and sympathy that it broke his heart.

"How did he know that? I've told no one about that..." They both shrugged, Flaky squeezing his hand harder. Cuddles just shook his head at his fallen friend, staying silent. Flippy strained his hearing to hear the rest of the conversation, and instantly wished he hadn't.

"Oh please!" Orchid's sarcastic voice cut through the silence. "He lost alot? Try having your father stolen by some whore with a kid, who ended up stabbing him to death? Yeah, my father abandoned my mother and I for that tramp. I'm glad he beat their faces in. I'd give the world to bring him back to get revenge on that pile of flesh laying in that hospital bed for taking away the one thing that ever meant something to me. I'm ashamed to call Flippy my step brother."