Alright, we're still down in Flaky's cell the next day! I just noticed that I hadn't put any disclaimers whatsoever in my stories so.. I OWN NUTHIN'! DON'T SUE ME! The only thing I own is Kirimi and this story's plot.
And help kickstart the Mondo ka-pow revolution..pretty please? I WANT TO SEE MORE FLIPPY!
I'll shut up now.

Flaky opened her eyes to find that she had somehow managed to sleep the whole night. Or at least she hoped so, as there wasn't really any sunlight down in the ground. She wriggled her feet and tried to loosen the rope that restrained her, then tried to pull her hands out of their rope behind her back. No success.

Her captor appeared in the shadows. "Good morning, bitch," it spat. "Did you sleep well? I hope so, but then again, I don't."

Flaky bit down on her cloth, pretending to still be gagged. "Wu-wukay.."

"Now as you know, yesterday I gave you a crate-full of yellow, feathery hell. Today, we're going to see how your wounds react to different substances. Like experiments from grade school, but much more hateful and pain-seeking. I'll ask you a question. If you get it right, I'll spare you the substance's reaction. If you get it wrong..."

Flaky nearly vomited at how teacher-like her captor sounded.

The captor pulled a small, white sack out of nowhere and dropped it into their paw. "This here is a nice bag of sea salt. What do you think happens when I pour it onto your wounds?"

Flaky let out a shriek of fear.

"Wrong," the captor spat, then grabbed a pawful of salt and flung it into the cell, making sure to blanket the scarred red porcupine with as much as possible. Flaky screamed in pain, kicked and writhed and shrieked for help, but her voice didn't come out right. She accidentally coughed out her gag as she screamed from the searing pain all over her body.

The captor narrowed their eyes in disgust. " I said, what do you think happens when I pour it onto your wounds?"

Flaky couldn't help but keep shrieking. The sound of her pain filled the room, echoed around the cage and bashed on the captor's eardrums.

The red porcupine kept screaming and writhing for the next half hour before she finally quieted to pitiful whimpering.

"Answer the question." Her captor hissed.

"It...it...it...it st-stings," Flaky choked. "It st-stings."

The bag of sea salt disappeared and was replaced by a similar sized orange sack. "Now this here is citrus kool-aid mix. What do you think will happen if I pour this on your wounds?"

Flaky heaved. "It'll...it'll sting..."

"Wrong," her captor smiled wickedly as it tossed a pawful of powder onto Flaky's damaged and swollen scars. "It'll burn."

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Evil blinked as sunlight pierced through Petunia's curtains and shone on his face. The green bear sat up and looked around to find that he had torn apart Petunia's sofa cushions, his sleeping bag and part of the rug that he fell onto.

"Shit," Evil mumbled.

"Shit is right!" Petunia called from inside the kitchen, then stepped out, wearing a strainer on her head and carrying a sausage fork. "You woke me up last night screaming bloody murder. You didn't recognize me so I ran into the kitchen to hide."

Evil staggered to his paws. "Don't expect an apology then," he said. "I'm not sorry at all."

Petunia shrugged. "Didn't think you would be."

The two stood in silence, an uncomfortable feeling rising in the air.

"I...um...anyway," Evil snapped. "Let's go to Giggles' house to get clues."

"Right now?" Petunia gasped.

"Yes right fucking now," Evil snarled. "I want to get out of here and get this over with so I can forget about you people."

Petunia blinked in shock and hurt. "I..."

"What?"

Suddenly Petunia's face hardened. "I agree. Let's move." The blue skunk stomped past Evil and pushed open the front door, and the green bear followed. When the two got back into Flaky's damaged car, Petunia was the driver and Evil sat tensely in the passenger's seat. Petunia seemed to have a road rage moving around inside her, as she ran Cuddles over, drove over the curb, sped up at the red light and nearly crashed into Giggle's mailbox.

Aw damn, what did I do wrong, Evil thought angrily as they padded up to Giggles' front door.

Short chapter because I didn't feel like cramming the interrogation in with the start. Also it's Monday tomorrow, and I won't have time to update as quickly. Review!

Or I'll find you.