Continuing the story finally, please enjoy. This story is alternative to the episode; "Lesser of Two Evils". WARNING: Not yet revised and edited.
A LANDSLIDE BROUGHT IT DOWN
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON
In drei Stunden sind sie da
zum Wiegenfeste der Mama
Die Sicht ist gut der Himmel klar
(In three hours they will be there
for mama's birthday
The view is good the sky is clear)
-Dalai Lama by Rammstein
CHAPTER ONE: LITTLE CHILDREN
Stranger's blood on my hands
Shot all I can
There are no silent nights
Watching your brothers all die
-M.I.A. by Avenged Sevenfold
Giggles tilted her head to the side as she voiced her question to Flaky. She, Petunia, and Flaky were having a sleep over, and it was of course, time to talk about their lives, what annoyed them, gossip, and boys, all a release from their everyday stress.
"What do you think about Flippy?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Flaky asked. Her tone was unreadable, but there was a hint of knowingly menace in it.
"You do realize he's been after you since last month." She said.
"I… hadn't notice…" The porcupine obviously lied.
"Oh please, you know it's true! He's with you every second he has, and you can see him pretending to work and do other things, when really he's just getting a view of you." Petunia said.
"So what does this have to do with what I think of him?"
Giggles and Petunia rolled their eyes, tiring quickly of Flaky's avoiding the question.
"Do you like him?"
"I've only known him two years."
"Well, he feels it's been long enough." Giggles said.
"Well… ugh… I hate this…" Flaky grumbled.
Petunia and Giggles exchanged looks and then turned their eyes to the porcupine again.
"What do you mean?" Petunia asked.
"It seems like; that every time I have a close guy friend, he falls in love with me."
"How so?"
"You guys haven't been watching Cuddles and Toothy?"
"Cuddles is interested in Giggles though." Petunia said, which brought a blush to the chipmunk's face.
"He's interested in both I think. But I've already rejected him, so he just hints at it with me, and works on a relationship with Giggles."
"That's very perceptive of you." Giggles observed, her voice was a little hostile to Flaky's tone.
"I think he really does like you, he just has to work himself off me and on to you." Flaky said. "He's not the type to try to start wars between friends."
"I suppose your right…" Giggles said. "His attention is kind of divide when you're around with me."
"But he obviously tries to impress and charm you when Flaky's not around." Petunia said.
"But this is getting off topic a bit." Giggles said. "So you're saying you don't like Flippy?"
Flaky sighed and shook her head, looking thoughtful for a moment before replying.
"I really don't know how I feel about him… he's really nice, and I can talk to him about anything without him judging me… but since I allow him to make… you know… 'jokes' about him and me in certain kinds of ways, he's going a bit overboard, and I don't like that."
"You told me, that you didn't mind your guy friends doing that, because you were used to it." Petunia said.
"I don't, to an extent. But Flippy expects for me to respond in some sort of way to it, and he takes what he thinks is a 'secret meaning' very seriously."
"Have you told him you're unsure of your feelings for him?" Giggles asked.
"I have, and since that, he's been trying to push me toward a decision, without actually saying what he wants."
"How so?"
"Well, he'll say things like; 'Sorry for that joke I made today… I know you don't like me that way…' even though he very well knows I'm unsure. And there's another problem."
"The list goes on." Petunia observed.
Flaky ignored her friends comment and continued;
"I can't stand the way he won't face up to his evil side."
"What do you mean?"
"Flippy is proud for serving in the wars, but he mostly does it, just to vent his evil side, instead of facing his dark side."
"At least he doesn't kill us."
"But when he leaves the town, there's no promise that if he dies, he'll come back." Flaky said, quietly. "I already can't stand the thought of losing him, just as a close friend…"
"Well, I understand your side of it." Giggles said, patting her friend's shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. They all jumped but Flaky was the one who stayed tense.
"Speaking of boys." Giggles chuckled, getting up with Petunia and moving toward the door.
Flaky didn't voice her fear of a rapist or serial killer, but the phobia was burning the very air around her. Giggles opened the door and let out a cry.
"Oh my God!" She cried, jumping back as Petunia did the same. Flaky stared out the door and she shook in fear.
Pop stood their in the door way, his left eye blackened, several bruises on his head, and blood soaked into his robe. But most appalling of all, was Cub who was cradled in his arms. The tike was obviously dead, his intestines hanging out, almost reaching the ground, their red textured links dripping on to Pop's feet.
"G-Girls… you, you've got to help me…" He stammered.
"What happened to Cub?" Giggles choked out.
"I-… I did…" Pop said, and before the girls could question what this meant, he spoke again. "I… I swore days ago that… this k-kind of thing would never happen to him again… but… I- I just can't stop it… without preparing…"
"So… wha-what can we do to help you?" Petunia asked.
"Pl-please… I've seen you girls playing with your dolls… and… nothing ever… se-seems to happen to them… could you… take care of Cub… until I can… make my home safer for him…?"
He offered the corpse to them, his eyes pleading. The two females at the door were perplexed, beginning to wonder weather Pop knew that his son was dead.
"You- You'd have to take his body… for tonight… so he will spawn here…" Pop explained to their questioning looks.
Giggles and Petunia exchanged saddening looks and then nodded to him in unison. Giggles reached out her shaky arms and took the corpse from Pop. The father bear didn't seem to want to let go, but he did, and leaned forward to kiss the child's forehead. Almost as if in evil mocking, the left ear fell off Cob's head. Giggles, Petunia, and Flaky stifled cries of terror, while they saw Pop stifle a cry of sorrow and pain. He thanked them and limped off into the dark night.