The next morning Cuddles was shocked when Flippy came down for breakfast, seeming totally fine…,besides two epic looking steaks of white in his Green hair, as if the night before hadn't happened. No…not like it didn't happen, but like it didn't matter.
He just sat down across from the younger teen, munched on a poptart. Were it not for the presence of his parents he probably would have slapped him, the confusion at his attitude overwhelming. Instead Cuddles waited for their parents to leave before confronting his Friend about it.
"Flips…about last night-"
Flippy turned quickly to face him, face apologetic. "Oh yeah. Sorry I scared you. I'm okay now."
Cuddles frowned. "Okay? You ate a dog, started barfing blood and now you're hair's like white. How is that okay?"
Flippy sighed. "Look dude, it's no big deal. I'm fine now okay? So relax. Besides…I like the hair."
He stalked out of the room, leaving Cuddles staring after him in utter shock, mouth hanging open slightly. No big deal? Was he crazy? Of course it was a big deal, and normally Flips would agree with that. Of course nothing about this situation was normal, but still.
Cuddles got over the shock and grabbed his backpack, dashing after Flippy. "Flip, wait for me!"
By the time he caught up to Fliipy , he was chatting away with a fairly confused Flaky and Mime, both teens sharing concerned glances with each other.
Cuddles stopped running, breath coming in gasps, and glanced up at Him. "Flip…huff…why didn't you…huff…wait for me?"
Flippy gave him a smirk, looking more like his normal self. "Figured you could use the exercise."
Cuddles grinned, shoving him lightly. "Jerk."
And they fell back into normality, teasing each other and exchanging witty banter as they rode the bus to school, continuing for the whole day just like normal, as though the day before hadn't happened, though the streaks of white in Flippy's hair were proof that it had.
It was after school that reality came crashing back down. Flippy and Flaky were the last one's left in the locker room, everyone else having already left. They changed in silence until Flaky spoke up, eyes on her shoe as she tied it.
"So…you're feeling better then?"
Fliipy frowned, looking up from his locker. "What?"
Flaky sighed, moving to her other shoe. "Feeling better after last night? You were really sick."
Flippy snorted. "I'm fine. It was nothing…really. You guys are totally blowing this out of proportion. Cuddles bugged me about it this morning and Mime cornered me after history. I told them the same thing. I'm fine."
Standing up straight and looking over at him Flaky frowned. "I was really worried."
Flippy froze, something in Flaky's voice making him feel really bad about it. He turned to look at her, eyes apologetic and more Flippy than they'd been in days. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
For a moment Flaky could see the old mousy Flippy under all the Army clothing , and he felt a small smile slip onto her face. It was such a familiar sight. Soft nervousness as meek green eyes practically pleading with him for forgiveness. And then it was gone and the new Flippy was staring back at her, aloof and overly confident.
"Still,", The greenhead said quickly. "I'm fine. No reason for you to worry."
Flaky's eyes narrowed. "No reason to worry?", she gestured to the Tall male with a slight scoff. "You're acting totally unlike yourself. I mean look at you. This isn't you."
Flippy scoffed. "Sure it is. I'm still me ."
Flaky shook her head. "No you're not, you've changed. You're different."
Flippy growled, hand tightening on his locker door. "And that's bad?" He felt something clawing to get out, but bit it back, eyes locked on Flaky.
"I don't know.", The red haired teen said softly.
"Well, when you figure it out, come find me." Flippy said with a slight snarl as the thing reared again, almost breaking out. He slammed his locker closed and walked out, leaving Flaky alone.
For some reason the soft words seemed to hurt Flaky more than they should, making her heart freeze up. Was this new Flippy so bad? He looked over towards the Greenheads locker and realized the answer. Yes. Yes he was.
There in the cool green metal were four fingerprint shaped indents, slight spots of blood dotting where the pads of Flippy's fingers had been. Flaky stared at the door where Flippy had disappeared and gulped. Definitely not good.
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The next morning Cuddles was shocked when Flippy came down for breakfast, seeming totally fine…,besides two epic looking steaks of white in his Green hair, as if the night before hadn't happened. No…not like it didn't happen, but like it didn't matter.
He just sat down across from the younger teen, munched on a poptart. Were it not for the presence of his parents he probably would have slapped him, the confusion at his attitude overwhelming. Instead Cuddles waited for their parents to leave before confronting his Friend about it.
"Flips…about last night-"
Flippy turned quickly to face him, face apologetic. "Oh yeah. Sorry I scared you. I'm okay now."
Cuddles frowned. "Okay? You ate a dog, started barfing blood and now you're hair's like white. How is that okay?"
Flippy sighed. "Look dude, it's no big deal. I'm fine now okay? So relax. Besides…I like the hair."
He stalked out of the room, leaving Cuddles staring after him in utter shock, mouth hanging open slightly. No big deal? Was he crazy? Of course it was a big deal, and normally Flips would agree with that. Of course nothing about this situation was normal, but still.
Cuddles got over the shock and grabbed his backpack, dashing after Flippy. "Flip, wait for me!"
By the time he caught up to Fliipy , he was chatting away with a fairly confused Flaky and Mime, both teens sharing concerned glances with each other.
Cuddles stopped running, breath coming in gasps, and glanced up at Him. "Flip…huff…why didn't you…huff…wait for me?"
Flippy gave him a smirk, looking more like his normal self. "Figured you could use the exercise."
Cuddles grinned, shoving him lightly. "Jerk."
And they fell back into normality, teasing each other and exchanging witty banter as they rode the bus to school, continuing for the whole day just like normal, as though the day before hadn't happened, though the streaks of white in Flippy's hair were proof that it had.
It was after school that reality came crashing back down. Flippy and Flaky were the last one's left in the locker room, everyone else having already left. They changed in silence until Flaky spoke up, eyes on her shoe as she tied it.
"So…you're feeling better then?"
Fliipy frowned, looking up from his locker. "What?"
Flaky sighed, moving to her other shoe. "Feeling better after last night? You were really sick."
Flippy snorted. "I'm fine. It was nothing…really. You guys are totally blowing this out of proportion. Cuddles bugged me about it this morning and Mime cornered me after history. I told them the same thing. I'm fine."
Standing up straight and looking over at him Flaky frowned. "I was really worried."
Flippy froze, something in Flaky's voice making him feel really bad about it. He turned to look at her, eyes apologetic and more Flippy than they'd been in days. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
For a moment Flaky could see the old mousy Flippy under all the Army clothing , and he felt a small smile slip onto her face. It was such a familiar sight. Soft nervousness as meek green eyes practically pleading with him for forgiveness. And then it was gone and the new Flippy was staring back at her, aloof and overly confident.
"Still,", The greenhead said quickly. "I'm fine. No reason for you to worry."
Flaky's eyes narrowed. "No reason to worry?", she gestured to the Tall male with a slight scoff. "You're acting totally unlike yourself. I mean look at you. This isn't you."
Flippy scoffed. "Sure it is. I'm still me ."
Flaky shook her head. "No you're not, you've changed. You're different."
Flippy growled, hand tightening on his locker door. "And that's bad?" He felt something clawing to get out, but bit it back, eyes locked on Flaky.
"I don't know.", The red haired teen said softly.
"Well, when you figure it out, come find me." Flippy said with a slight snarl as the thing reared again, almost breaking out. He slammed his locker closed and walked out, leaving Flaky alone.
For some reason the soft words seemed to hurt Flaky more than they should, making her heart freeze up. Was this new Flippy so bad? He looked over towards the Greenheads locker and realized the answer. Yes. Yes he was.
There in the cool green metal were four fingerprint shaped indents, slight spots of blood dotting where the pads of Flippy's fingers had been. Flaky stared at the door where Flippy had disappeared and gulped. Definitely not good.
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The next morning Cuddles was shocked when Flippy came down for breakfast, seeming totally fine…,besides two epic looking steaks of white in his Green hair, as if the night before hadn't happened. No…not like it didn't happen, but like it didn't matter.
He just sat down across from the younger teen, munched on a poptart. Were it not for the presence of his parents he probably would have slapped him, the confusion at his attitude overwhelming. Instead Cuddles waited for their parents to leave before confronting his Friend about it.
"Flips…about last night-"
Flippy turned quickly to face him, face apologetic. "Oh yeah. Sorry I scared you. I'm okay now."
Cuddles frowned. "Okay? You ate a dog, started barfing blood and now you're hair's like white. How is that okay?"
Flippy sighed. "Look dude, it's no big deal. I'm fine now okay? So relax. Besides…I like the hair."
He stalked out of the room, leaving Cuddles staring after him in utter shock, mouth hanging open slightly. No big deal? Was he crazy? Of course it was a big deal, and normally Flips would agree with that. Of course nothing about this situation was normal, but still.
Cuddles got over the shock and grabbed his backpack, dashing after Flippy. "Flip, wait for me!"
By the time he caught up to Fliipy , he was chatting away with a fairly confused Flaky and Mime, both teens sharing concerned glances with each other.
Cuddles stopped running, breath coming in gasps, and glanced up at Him. "Flip…huff…why didn't you…huff…wait for me?"
Flippy gave him a smirk, looking more like his normal self. "Figured you could use the exercise."
Cuddles grinned, shoving him lightly. "Jerk."
And they fell back into normality, teasing each other and exchanging witty banter as they rode the bus to school, continuing for the whole day just like normal, as though the day before hadn't happened, though the streaks of white in Flippy's hair were proof that it had.
It was after school that reality came crashing back down. Flippy and Flaky were the last one's left in the locker room, everyone else having already left. They changed in silence until Flaky spoke up, eyes on her shoe as she tied it.
"So…you're feeling better then?"
Fliipy frowned, looking up from his locker. "What?"
Flaky sighed, moving to her other shoe. "Feeling better after last night? You were really sick."
Flippy snorted. "I'm fine. It was nothing…really. You guys are totally blowing this out of proportion. Cuddles bugged me about it this morning and Mime cornered me after history. I told them the same thing. I'm fine."
Standing up straight and looking over at him Flaky frowned. "I was really worried."
Flippy froze, something in Flaky's voice making him feel really bad about it. He turned to look at her, eyes apologetic and more Flippy than they'd been in days. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
For a moment Flaky could see the old mousy Flippy under all the Army clothing , and he felt a small smile slip onto her face. It was such a familiar sight. Soft nervousness as meek green eyes practically pleading with him for forgiveness. And then it was gone and the new Flippy was staring back at her, aloof and overly confident.
"Still,", The greenhead said quickly. "I'm fine. No reason for you to worry."
Flaky's eyes narrowed. "No reason to worry?", she gestured to the Tall male with a slight scoff. "You're acting totally unlike yourself. I mean look at you. This isn't you."
Flippy scoffed. "Sure it is. I'm still me ."
Flaky shook her head. "No you're not, you've changed. You're different."
Flippy growled, hand tightening on his locker door. "And that's bad?" He felt something clawing to get out, but bit it back, eyes locked on Flaky.
"I don't know.", The red haired teen said softly.
"Well, when you figure it out, come find me." Flippy said with a slight snarl as the thing reared again, almost breaking out. He slammed his locker closed and walked out, leaving Flaky alone.
For some reason the soft words seemed to hurt Flaky more than they should, making her heart freeze up. Was this new Flippy so bad? He looked over towards the Greenheads locker and realized the answer. Yes. Yes he was.
There in the cool green metal were four fingerprint shaped indents, slight spots of blood dotting where the pads of Flippy's fingers had been. Flaky stared at the door where Flippy had disappeared and gulped. Definitely not good.
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