His eyes flashed a brilliant gold and he could feel a slight dizziness as Evil took control. It always felt very strange, the way he would fade back into his conscious and swap places with his counterpart, but after a while he began to get accustomed to it. Flippy could still see in first person while flipped, but he wasn't in control of his actions although he could easily converse with Evil and vice versa.

Now in control, Evil studied the pendant and it wasn't hard for the others to notice his sudden flip.

"You know something about this Evil?" Sniffles implied.

"Actually I do. I've seen these before, but it's been years since I last saw one of these necklaces. They belonged to a group of nomads called the Iris, and the necklaces were used as status symbols during the war. The colors of the stones identified if you were an officer or foot soldier, and the teeth were decorated on the necklace similar to ranks."

"But Flippy was in the war, and he never mentioned anything about Iris, so how could you know this?" Cuddles interrupted.

"This war was before I met Flippy and he was much younger, during when I was serving in the Weaponized Animal Regiment."

And by met, you mean rudely possessed of course. Flippy interjected but was ignored.

"But I thought you were the opposite side of Flippy, not a separate soul?" Sniffles questioned.

"After I was killed, my spirit was left to wander and I never found peace. I thought at first it was because of my nature, but I later realized it was because of these charms," Evil said as he held up the pendant. "I had a risky encounter with one of their generals and made a careless mistake. I could go into detail how he brutally murdered the highest ranking soldier in the regiment, but it's quite picture and I'm not sure if you'd be able to handle it so I'll give you the main idea," Evil grinned, " After stabbing me quite a few times, he made sure that I would never find peace by slicing my wrists with a special blade infused with the properties of these stones. I can still remember how or felt to stare into his soulless eyes as he proceeded to cut open my chest, smiling with a wicked madness. Apparently, it had been his goal to catch me. After all, I did sneak into his camp a few times to harass his newer soldiers, not only leaving them wide-eyed with terror at the mention of my presence, but also pleading for mercy when I would cut them apart."

Evil laughed as if it were a happy memory, earning looks of horror from the others, and when he realized he was getting off track, he cleared his throat, " But to answer your question, yes, I certainly know what this is, and it means a lot of trouble will find us. These are not regular soldiers; they are highly trained, or at least they were when I fought them, and just the thought that they may still be active is a slight concern."

You're telling me that you were murdered by one of these guys? They must be insane... Flippy pondered with worry.

"I said he got lucky, besides, I've had lots of killing practice since then so I'm sure I could handle it well if a situation arises." Evil finished quickly.

Something else was eating at his focus. Flippy couldn't help but notice, and though seeing Evil with a nervous stature brought forward concern, he decided to keep quiet and not ask at the moment.

"So that means you're older than Flippy then?" Cuddles asked.

"Of course," he replied in a matter-of-factly manner. "We'll check around for any other signs of their activity island. Meanwhile, Sniffles, see if you can find anything else through this wreckage."

The golden hue of his eyes had faded as he let Flippy assume control and Splendid had spoken up as the others were returning to their daily work.

"I'll help you to search around. I can see a lot more area from the sky, so I'll let you know as soon as I have something," and with those words he took off, leaving Flippy to his thoughts as he eyed the jungle in front of him.

"I think now would be a good time to talk, Evil."

He had no trouble picking his way through the undergrowth or cutting thin branches that loomed heavily in front of him. The jungle was his second home, and while it harbored many scarred memories, there were also good ones. With every piece of greenery he swept aside, he remembered what it was like to be close to nature, and if you built up your patience and tolerance, you could begin to understand how nature was forgiving and even in the most dire of situations, it could find a way to save your life.

"Why did you choose me?" Flippy suddenly asked.

What? Evil answered, unsure of what he was implying.

"I mean, I had thought you were just a part of my conscious, but your not. You could have chosen any other soldier on the battlefield to inhibit, but you chose me, and I want to know why." Evil had a sinister smile.

I didn't have a lot to go by. Judging by your uniform, I could tell you we're a Sergeant, but what I didn't understand is how you managed to get every soldier under your command killed or captured. It was obvious you needed...professional help, not to mention you were injured and facing a battle you knew you would lose. Evil chose his words carefully, for he had other reasons for choosing Flippy at the time that was better left unsaid. He would find out eventually, but for now it was best to leave it be.

"Then what's the deal with the Iris? I know there's more to it then just a simple run in with the enemy." Flippy wondered as he continued his searching. Evil was silent for a moment, then spoke up.

There's a few more details you don't know about of course, but that's not to important. The days after I was killed, I lost the officers under my command. Flippy listened carefully to his next words.

They work for the Iris now.