NOTICE: The starting of this chapter will be confusing to some of you. Please bare with it, its part of the story, and feel free to have me explain though. Well, this story will be mostly switching from Flaky's POV, to Third POV, to Flippy's POV. You will know when its switched.

It's Flaky's right now though.

Once I had ran into the blinding light, Toothy's weight was gone in a instant, my eyes squeezed shut. When I opened them, I was in a puddle of sweat, my arm across my forehead, and I was in my old creaky bed. I sat up quickly, rhythmic pounds of my beating heart was echoing in my ears. I was breathing heavy, and there was no doubt in my mind that my skin was pale. It was all a dream? How? It was so real. I shakily gripped the thin blanket that covered me, and slowly brung it off my me. I stepped off the bed, and quickly checked my neck for at least the dried blood from the knife Flipqy was holding. There was none. My eyes traveled down to my clothes, and I was still in my pajamas. I put my right hand on my forehead, to see if I had a fever, maybe I was hallucinating. No, I was healthy.

The door slammed open, to reveal Cuddles and Giggles standing there grinning widely. Giggles brought her dainty hand to her mouth, and let out a small giggle, while Cuddles just stood next to her, with his hands in his pockets.

"Flaky, I'm surprised we were up before you! We were planning on jumping on you, but we can't now," Cuddles poked out his bottom lip in a pout, and Giggles couldn't help but have her smile reach her ears. "so get dressed and ready for a day of playing!" I really don't feel like playing right now, nor am I ready to eat anything. My mind couldn't grasp what I had dreamed about, and it was odd I had dreamed of something different from Petunia. It was so realistic, the cold blade up against my neck, the screams of Toothy, the laughter of Shifty and Lifty. I shook my head, and cautiously walked to my dresser. Cuddles left, and Giggles followed. I put on a white stained t-shirt, brown cargo shorts, and my muddy brown boots. I crept out the bedroom door. The long hallways were still dark and gloomy, but a few little kids actually scurried around once in a while. My footsteps echoed off the walls while I made my way towards the kitchen. Maybe the police men were still there? Unless they hid them. My footsteps quickened in speed.

Unfortunately, for me, God had other plans. One of the chipped wooden doors swung open, and I flinched when it slammed against one of the cream colored walls. There stood one of the oldest members here, Russel, who I really didn't want to encounter at the moment. Russel was a weird guy; wearing wooden shoes and has a hook as his hand. He had lost his hand and eye when he got in a lawnmower accident a while back. His parents left him when he was 6, now hes about 19. 13 years here, how that must suck. Russel glared at me with his one good eye, and a little smirk shown onto his face. My face twisted into one of discomfort, and I started to get fidgety. I already know whats going to happen.

"Flaky~, how nice of you to stop by." He stepped out, his white and red long sleeved shirt brightening when it finally had light shined on it, and his blue jeans were dirtied and ripped. I stepped back until my back made contact to the wall opposite of him. I bit my lip, and shook. Well, I was scared! Russel only smirked at my reaction, and let out a small chuckle.

"Wow Flaky, best reaction yet! Anyway," His fist made contact with the wall beside my head, and I let out a small yelp. "last night, you forgot to bring me my smokes. Now you remember what happened last time you didn't listen to me?" I shuttered as his voice turned from fake friendly, to a harsh whisper. His gripped my wrist tightly with his real hand, and it started to hurt. I nodded to answer his question.

"Now let's proceed with it then." He had picked me up by the collar of my shirt, and slammed me against the wall. A pain shot through my spine, and I let out a whimper. Russel only laughed, and threw me on the floor, and kicked me in the arm. The pain in my arm numbed my back pain. Russel spit on me, and then made his way down the rest of the hall. His face became sickeningly friendly again.

"Come on Flaky, we are to meet the parents that want to adopt a child today in front of the building." Then he disappeared out into the bright rays of day. My mouth was dry from the panting I was doing, which was from the pain that was all over my body. Yes, I was bullied. I failed to mention that small detail earlier. Russel wasn't the only one; I got bullied by many others too. Cuddles and Giggles were the only ones who treat me nice, but I don't know how much that will keep up. I never really talked to Toothy, since hes younger then me, but is the youngest one that lives here. So its neutral between us. All the rest hated me; and for one reason.

Petunia.

They blame me for it. They said that if I was a good friend, then I would have convinced her that it was the wrong thing to do, and to stay away from the road. Which is another reason why I'm still hung up about it. Her lifeless eyes are forever etched in my memories. Tears made their way down my face again. I didn't let myself sob, because nobody needs to know. I got up, my back probably having a bruise from the slam, and my arm was probably going to bruise too. Nothing too serious; surprisingly. I slowly made my way down the hall and to the door Russel went through. The light was dim coming from the small window that sat lonely on the wall next to the brown doors. I opened the door with my good arm, and my eyes adjusted to the courtyard of the orphanage. The rusty playground was located next to the building, surrounded by a wired fence. They changed the location of the playground because of the death. Now the front of the orphanage was gloomy looking. The grass was dark green, and in some spots yellow. The three person wide sidewalk was cracked in a various of places, leading from the stone steps to the open road. A shady tree stood by the playground, blocking it from view. It was a oak tree, but no one dared to sit under it to escape the burning rays of the sun since it was a sick tree with evil creatures living in its branches. A wired fence rounded around the whole orphanage, and made it feel more like a prison. By the road, was a line of all the kids living here. Oldest to youngest. Russel was first, standing proudly in front of the rich looking couple. The woman had purple short curly hair, hidden by a white fuzzy hat. She wore a white trench-coat, with a purple mini skirt and white sweater underneath, and white furry boots. She clung to the mans black jacket, looking scared at the kids. The man, unfazed, looked at each of the children. He was a tall and slender man, with dark green hair, and a faint mustache on his upper lip. He wore a black jacket, white blouse, black dress pants and shoes. A pocket watch was set in his pocket of the black jacket. Next to Russel was Lumpy, who was at least 17. He stood with his hands in his pockets, and a dumb smile on his pale face, his light blue hair combed nicely. Lumpy was actually the foster parent's son, but he was dumb enough to stand with the rest of the kids. Mole stood next to Lumpy, and had his white stick in his hand, and black circled glasses sat on his nose. He was blind, and was the same age as Lumpy. Mole was blind since the day he was born, which is why his parents abandoned him.

Sniffles was writing in his little blue notebook, not even looking at the adoptive parents. His glasses gleamed in the sunlight, and his blue hair was shaking from the light breeze. Sniffles was at least 16, or 15. Sniffles was supposedly found alone at a beach, and was lost from his parents. They had put up a notice, and nobody came to claim him. Mime silently stared at the couple, his white painted face was stoic. He was 14, a month older then me, with purple hair and purple eyes. Mime's parents were drunks, and beat him up till the age of 10, then he was put here. Cuddles was happily next to him, his pinky was holding Giggles pinky, who stood next to Cuddles. Cuddles was put here because of Father abandoning him, and his mother couldn't support them. It was one of the less dramatic stories, and I always thought he got it good. Giggles was given to her grandma when she was a infant, and her parents never spoke a word to her again, then disappeared. When her grandma died, they instantly shipped her here. As mentioned before, Cuddles was 13, Giggles being 12. Lastly was Toothy, was was shyly toying with his slightly darker purple hair. My feet guided me in between Sniffles and Mime. Sniffles glared at me with the corner of his eyes.

"You're late. I'm surprised you even dare to show up." I flinched at the whisper, and nodded slightly. My head was bowed in shame, and Cuddles threw me a look of sympathy. My arm and back started to hurt even more too, making me bite my lip.

"Uh..." Everybody's gaze was set on the couple. The foster parents were gone for a week, having to go pick up new people, so we are set to do this by ourselves. The purple woman pointed to Mime, and used her index finger to signal him to step forward.

"He looks good sweetheart...he doesn't look like one to cause trouble.." The green haired man scanned over Mime more skeptically, and Mime didn't even flinch. Then the man nodded in approval.

"We will send in the paperwork for him, he will be a nice addition to the family." The man said. The woman bent down a little, to Mime's height, and smiled.

"You are now going to be part of our family. My names Lammy, but for now on, call me mommy!" Mime nodded, showing he understood, and his face turned into a smile. The couple walked away, Lammy threw one last glance at Mime, before they hopped into their car and drove down the street. Russel, Lumpy, Sniffles, Mole, Cuddles, and Giggles all congratulated Mime. They all started to file inside, leaving me, and Toothy outside. I knew I wasn't going to get adopted, it was just impossible. So I don't get my hopes up. My mind went to Toothy, who just stood there still as a statue. It hurt when I started to walk over to him, but I will have to get used to the pain.

"T-Toothy..." He looked up, and he looked about to cry. I gasped a little, when Toothy ran into my stomach, crying his eyes out. The wind was blown out of me from the ram, and I coughed lightly. My caressed his hair. I knew why he was crying, he wanted a parent to love him. He never felt it. Then it hit me like a thousand bricks, and my eyes widened. Maybe Toothy knew something about my dream?

"T-Toothy..." I repeated, and he looked up again. His face was turned into confusion.

"D-Do you know anyone by the name Flipqy?" Toothy's face turned into horror, and his face was then back into my soaked shirt. His head bobbed up and down signaling he knew who the man was from my dream.

"Tell me please...I'm scared...I had a dream...you and him were in it...and-" Toothy interrupted me when he started to tug at my hand. I let him pull me into the house, down the dark hallway, and to a dark wooden door. All the rest of the kids were gone to the lunch room, getting their lunch for the day. Toothy looked from right to left, then pushed the door open. I sneezed from the dust in the air, and Toothy went rummaging in a brown saggy box in the corner. So it was a storage room. A bunch of boxes were piled up around the place, old furniture was covered in white cloths, and pictures were dusty making it so you could barely see the images. Toothy pulled out a brown old looking book, and opened it. Why were we in here?

"Here.." His small voice quivered, and he held up the book, pointing to a picture. It was set back some time ago. I saw the familiar faces of Lumpy, Russel, Mole, and Sniffles. Each were smiling widely. My eyebrows furrowed together when I saw a few kids I didn't know. One was of a kid that had a lollipop sticking from his mouth, and was holding a bag of gumdrops. He had bright lime green hair, and a lime green eye, the other one having a slight craze to it. A guy with no shirt on, and only brown pants stood next to the boy. He had brown hair hiding his eyes, and his mouth was shaped into a 'O'. Like he was confused. A boy with dark blue hair stood striking a victory pose in front of the kids, winking at the camera. He had a red mask tied around his eyes.

My eyes scanned the picture a bit more, but my heart stopped when my eyes found the guys I was looking for. Flipqy, Lifty, and Shifty. All sitting there. Lifty and Shifty were grinning evilly, and were behind Russel, reaching into his pocket. The one that shocked me the most was Flipqy, who was smiling kindly, and was a little far off from all the other kids.

"His real name is Flippy... He was a resident here about 7 years ago, but was shipped off to a asylum because of his sickness. Lifty and Shifty, the ones robbin' Russel, had gone to a juvenile center when they turned 11, they were about eight here. Nutty, the one holding candy, was sent to the asylum with Flippy, because he was unstable and obsessive. He was around 10, so was Flippy. Nutty would be about 17 now. Don't let the guy with the mask fool you, he was sent away because he piratically killed Sniffles. I don't know why, but its the reason Sniffles is so cold. I was only a baby, so I don't know that much."

"All I really can remember, is that when Flippy was getting shipped off, he was laughing like a lunatic, and said 'I will come back! Just you watch me!" or something like that. I was roughly around three. You came here about five months after he, Nutty, and Splendid were taken away. Lifty and Shifty were arrested about a year former." So Flippy has something against the orphanage or something? Why was he trying to kill Toothy in my dream then? What about a sickness?

"Wait, then why does he go by Flipqy? What sickness?" Toothy sighed, but a look of terror never left his eyes. I don't get why he is so scared when he wasn't even that old to even interact with them.

"Flipqy is Flippy's other self's name. He has dissociative identity disorder, or double personality. Flipqy is a killer. I heard it from the Foster parents, when I was six. Cuddles and Giggles are not in the photo since they came here afterwords. Like you..."

"Why is Flippy killing you in my dream then?" I asked. It was just so much to handle, and I started to shake a little. Toothy's eyes widened, and he stepped back a little.

"I-I don't know..." He burst into tears again, and I sat on my knees. It just didn't make sense! Silence engulfed the air when a sickening laugh echoed throughout the storage room. Toothy shrieked and covered his ears. My heart quickened in pace when I recognized the laugh.

It was THEM.

I hope this satisfys you! Sorry for taking so long!