CHAPTER 2 : Flippant

I apologize, it was quickly written, will be fixed.


"What? Not happy to see me?" The man asked. "That is a real shame, I was so excited to be back." He said happily and jokingly.

"You're not welcome here, Flippy" Giggles snarled crossing her arms.

"Stop it." Petunia begged firmly.

"Oh, so he deserves a second chance? After all he has done, he just gets to come back in here like everything is alright" She sped forward

"I said stop!" Petunia got up and grabbed Giggles' shoulders. "You might set him off?" Petunia whispered.

"This is the warm welcome I was looking forward to?" He started to twitch.

"These are the people who once called themselves my friend?" His eyes flickering between yellow and the calming sage green they were.

Flippy stormed up to Giggles. She stiffened like a board.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? " He snickered sinisterly. Giggles began to tear up, her face burning red. She tightened her fist, Petunia trying to hold them down.

"Oh well, right?!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up, turning towards the table. Everyone jumped at the sudden movement. His eyes wavering in green.

"Oh well!" Now back to yellow, he spoke in a terrible evil voice. He reversed towards Giggles. "She really was a nice cat too."

Giggles lunged forward. "Bastard!" Cuddles was standing up now too. Flippy moved forward almost past the table.

"What's this? A little desert flower?" He snidely said back at Giggles. "Very cute" Eyes still flickering. Flaky began to whimper and coward forward, slumping down and tearing up silently.

"Leave her alone!" Toothy barked.

"Lucky girl." His eyes suddenly transformed back into a lovely green for a moment. "Wish my friends stood by me when I needed them" He swiftly looked towards the door. "I'll say 'Hello' to Lammy for you." Flippy ripped the door open, almost pulling it off the hinges. It slammed behind him.

Everyone let out proverbial sighs...except, Flaky. Flaky started hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably. Toothy grabbed a hold of her. "Water." Petunia nudged. Giggles scurried to the back for a glass. "It's gonna be okay, breathe." Cuddles comforted. Flaky felt a heat rising up under her skin, a broiling burning heat. Her vision became blurry as the sounds faded out. Silver dots in her eyes as the ceiling came in view and disappeared.

Flaky woke up in a recognizable setting. She was home. She let her eyes settle. Flaky was tucked under a blanket laying softly on her couch. Her door was open, letting a warm serene breeze enter the room. Sunlight caressing her face. She tried to sit up quickly, but got dizzy fast. Flaky threw her palm onto her forehead for relief.

"Not yet, Miss Flaky. Don't wear your self out. Rest" Lumpy soothed. Flaky fell gently back on the couch arm. She glanced upwards to find Lumpy in his Doctor's jacket. "You fell might' hard. Knocked you clean out."

Flaky heard distant voices from the kitchen, mumbling if you will.

"She has anxiety issues! It is not safe for a man like him to be in THIS town." Giggles whispered loudly.

"I refuse to believe it either. You can't change crazy." A charming male's voice replied quietly.

"So do something about it!" Giggles shouted.

"I'm" He said loudly and adjusted his tone "I'm trying, but he has gone through the necessary care and help. Now they are saying that in order for him to make a recovery he must be with people he knows and places he finds familiar."

They heard a knock at door and the peered out the kitchen, in the doorway stood a figure with curly hair. Flaky sat up quickly again.

"Now Miss Flaky." Lumpy groaned.

"Lammy! You're alright!" Giggles praised, leaping forward for an embrace.

"Thankyou!" She smiled gleefully. "Oh, Flaky. Mr. Pickles and I heard, you okay?"

"Better now." Flaky smiled back.

"What happened to you?" Splendid asked.

"Nothing?" Lammy said confused sitting on the ground cross legged.

"But? But HE said he was with you?" Giggles griped.

"Flippy was. He is a very nice man. He is very nice to Mr. Pickles too." Lammy cheered holding Mr. Pickles up.

Both Splendid and Giggles looked dumbfounded. "How?" They wondered. Lumpy seized the chance and urged Splendid and Giggles out. "If you need me, call!" Giggles voice faded as she was pushed out of the door. Lumpy turned around and stared at Flaky.

"Now, Miss Flaky. Get some rest."

Flaky nodded politely.

"Take good care of her Lammy, but be careful yourself."

Lammy smiled and threw a thumbs up "Okay!"


That night Flaky tossed in bed, restless, achy, with a pit in her stomach. She felt as if something was... terribly wrong. She sprang up. The room was dark, eerie. Shadows were still. Her door was slightly cracked, opening into the hallway. She cautiously stepped out of her covers onto the carpet. Now holding both arms looking every way. Flaky is terrified of the dark.

The door creaked as she opened it, sending her back a pace. She began tip toe-ing once more. Lammy's door was closed. Now tip-toeing faster into living room, she expects to be comforted by the moonlight, but instead it casts a cold light causing shadows to move. The room still silent. Until...

The creaks of her old wooden porch wail. She looks down at the doorknob. Its locked. She sighs in relief and starts heading down the hall again. Stops. The doorknob is making clicking noise. She turns around in panic, its turning. Her heart now racing. She walks forward in terror. Flaky presses herself to the door. Silent again. Gets on her toes and peers through the peephole. There she sees a most unwelcome image, a mortifying guest lay upon her doorstep. HIS yellow eye.


"Wake up!" Lammy screamed. Flaky woke in a hot sweat, panting. "You fell asleep again."

"What time is it?!" Flaky exclaimed still panting.

"It's only six" Lammy replied softly. Rubbing Flak's head.

"...pm?" Flaky said full of hope.

"Yeah, of course silly." Lammy laughed getting up from the couch. Lammy stopped laughing suddenly. Turned away from Flaky. "I know what you saw, you should be afraid. He is not his sickness." Lammy headed for the door. "It's gonna rain tonight, so be careful when you go to get the groceries." The door shut tightly.

In the silence of the house again. Flaky felt alone and confused. Dwelling on the thought "You should be afraid. He is not his sickness."