Warning: I'm pretty sure I was half asleep when I wrote this. So it definitely has randomness that probably has nothing to do with anything. :D

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"F-Flippy! Do something!" bleated Flaky. Another of her popular ear piercing shrieks sounded as the bloodied hands vanished from the window. "Get him out! L-Lifty hold on, o-oh gosh hold on! Flippy, did you d-do this?!"

Flippy's humor filled smirk evaporated to an adamant frown at the prospect of rescuing the troublemaker. He had specifically left the crazed dog in his jeep not out of the cruelty of his heart, but for vengeance. Revenge was best served cold after all; being mauled by a beast would be a sufficient payback.

"Now why would I commit such a low act? It's belittling and-but on a scale of one to ten how mad would you be if I did plan this?" Sheepishly, he smiled while averting his stare. "If I did help him out, isn't there a chance of me getting bitten too? It's better if only one of us gets hurt while the other takes one for the team. He had a good run, but you know, we'll live with it."

Gaping, disbelieving that her always cheerful and loving friend would allow the attack to proceed, Flaky's look was aghast. One moment he was helping the twin, the next he was waiting for his oncoming death.

"F-Flippy please help—" . . . Why did she need to ask more than once for him to stop his dog? Shouldn't he have listened to her the first time? Flaky poked her index fingers together, tightening them into firm fists. That was right, he should have done what she asked for the first time around. Did he not think she was serious? Had she stuttered when saying her plea? That wasn't the point, the point was he—shouldn't have tricked Lifty at all-should have gone straight away to contain the horrid animal.

Her newfound determination was put into action as she tapped Flippy, driving his attention that'd been indulged in the shudder of the jeep. Her lower lip jutting out in a pout meant to give her a tougher demeanor, she was a cuter version of an abrasive person.

"Flippy," Flaky stuttered not, "I want you to go get Lifty out safe and sound."

"Yeah yeah just another minute. I want to see what happens when Pitch bites his face."

"I meant right now, there's no waiting. If you don't go get him . . . you can't go to my house for a week! Or maybe a month! I'm being serious; I really do mean it!"

He weighed the options. Having the chance to witness the thief's face bitten or scratched off to being next to ignored by Flaky for a month. That was an entire four weeks for crying out loud! The longest he'd been separated from his best friend had been five days. After that he'd started making tabs on her so he'd have the convenience of locating her anywhere at any part of the day!

"But Flaky-a month?" It was too dangerous to risk. Flippy swatted off a bee that had chosen a resting spot on his shoulder, already taking his keys out. "Can't promise that he won't have a few bites though."

"I-I can't believe that a-actually worked!" exclaimed Flaky as he opened the passenger's door.

That's when Pitch showered the soldier in all the bites he gifted Lifty with previously.

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"Ah-watch it with that," Lifty hissed, recoiling as a cold mist was sprayed on his arm. The antiseptic burned as it ran its sanitizing course. "It doesn't feel as good as you might think."

"I'm s-sorry," apologized Flaky, "but I need to do something before it gets infected."

The incisions created from when the killer dog had decided he was a chew toy were fresh and had started to ooze before they had made it home. He had refused any medical treatment, finding the looks doctors gave him offensive, and winning the argument of where to go. Needles, head aching medications, and dying people surrounding him wasn't worth getting proper attention for his injuries.

Not to mention that he'd most likely need stitches. Thread being used to close the wound and a needle puncturing new holes in his skin was unnerving; avoiding it was best.

The bites hadn't been life threatening to begin with, numerous and covering the expanse of his body, but not life threatening. Afterwards, Flaky's "abrasive" side had been flushed down the drain, confidence transforming into fear as the raging animal disregarded every command Flippy gave

It took all the army man's strength to open the clamped mouth of the dog, and a good deal of pained shouts on Lifty's part, but it had been done.

"Put that thing in a fucking pound," Lifty had snarled out, flinching at the savage dog's bark of protest.

No amount of canned sorrow or apologies from an obviously pleased Flippy had appeased the thief. Nor did he give him any credit for helping the bleeding stop, which Flaky had thought of as rude even if he was the cause of the mishap.

"It's not gonna get infected," argued Lifty. "You're worrying more than me, and you didn't even get mauled by the beast."

"I'm sorry," Flaky repeated again, dabbing at the reddened liquid that gathered around the indentation, "but w-what if your skin turned black o-or fell off because it was in infected?" She smiled at his stare that said she was over exaggerating, adding in a small voice, "I'm j-just taking precautions?"

Flaky's worry was pointless, he hadn't been seriously injured—he judged seriously as he wouldn't have the ability to go about on his own—but she still treated his injuries as though they would be his downfall if left alone. If he could point it out to her, he'd say it was her mothering side coming into play. The natural instinct all females had when faced with treatable and untreatable wound. Of the countless times he had seen this side, this had to be one of the most tedious cleaning processes.

Inspection and her vexation wasn't the attention he wanted, quite opposite actually.

His friend, finding that she had done the best she could, wrapped a gauze around the calf and unraveled the pant leg. With the gash covered and the bloodied cotton balls and rags disposed of, the only evidence he'd been attacked was the crimson speckled shirt he donned. "T-there," she said, "how does that feel? If you had gone to a real doctor's then it w-would be wrapped better—"

"But I said no to that," reminded Lifty. "This will do just fine, thank you very much." Sounding sarcastic he hadn't meant the thanks, but Flaky flushed at hearing his gratitude—he took the time to say it. That meant something.

Gathering up the first aid kit and its bandages, she took them to the cabinet she'd found them at. She lingered by the shelves, hands trailing over the dustless surfaces, as the color rose. Faintly at first, but growing as she thought of how she'd have to wash the stains from his clothes.

Flaky turned her head sideways, stare fixated on the TV set as she mumbled out, "U-um Lifty?"

"Yeah?" He was picking at the bandages through his pants now.

"Can you—gah—can you m-maybe for a bit t-take—" He wouldn't have believed that her stuttering could have gotten worse, but it just had. "Um—can you just—j-just—"

"Cat got your tongue Flaky~? Spit it out, what do you want?"

"Y-you see—I need you to, e-ehe." The pale girl stumbled over words in her rush to get them out. "Can you t-take off your shirt?"

Had she really just asked that?! He would think she was secretly a pervert and she wouldn't be able to look him in the face anymore without feeling embarrassment! Why hadn't she just sweet talked it, inching it in, instead of popping the question like she had no shame?!

Lifty's stunned expression lasted only seconds, fleeting as a mischief met implication. Complimenting each other beautifully, it wasn't long before they joined to create the greatest thing that could come from a girl asking a guy to go shirtless: Dirty thoughts. If Petunia could only realize how filthy his mind was; she'd spend hours each day for years trying to rinse out the grime that contaminated his head. Wouldn't that be lovely.

"Ahh~? Really now? Any reason in particular?"

"I j-just need your shirt so I can c-clean it!" She had picked up his vocal change and the amusement held in his eyes towards her. "R-really!" Flaky's back turned, she hadn't seen him stand from the couch, favoring his right leg over his left, and advance on her. "B-because your shirt has b-blood and—!"

A sound that was a dog's yelp and human whine combined left the startled hostess. Gloved hands held onto the cabinet but offered no support to the heavier individual, leaving his full weight on her already straining form. Flaky feared her knees would betray and buckle under her, where she'd fall and hit her head on the cabinet while going down.

This was out of fun and laughs, Lifty wanting to get a rise out of her, more than the actual teasing he gave her at times. Seeing how she had been flustered to begin with, it was his duty to push her from her comfort zone even further. It didn't necessarily mean that he would touch her any more than she wanted, but at least cause her untrained body to work a little more. Even if it did mean it was only giving her a real physical challenge.

"L-Lifty get off!" Flaky had begun sinking and the top of her skull where his chin was placed was growing sore. "A-all I needed was your shirt! Not a-a hug! Lifty?!"

"Does this look or feel like I'm hugging you?" He brought a knuckle to thunk her forehead, grinning at her whiny whimper. "I'm just enjoying the body heat you give off~"

"But y-you're heavy a-and—"

"And you're wishing I was shirtless while doing this~"

"Lifty!"

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The pink clad girl daintly sat, the couch springs squeaking lightly at her weight, and held her glass of tea in slender fingers. She heard the talking from the next room over, muffled through the walls but still distinguishable. Female and male, Flaky and Lifty. The pale girl was speaking in soft tones, likely to be changing his bandages, which held a contentment in it; Lifty's response was too quiet for her ears to pick up.

On an average day like this she'd be sitting at home and indulging in the cheesiness of romantic movies with a companion, it being her boyfriend or best friend. They'd laugh or weep depending on what genre it was and waste the day away with screening movie after movie. But she was here, patting down her poofed skirt and smoothing the wrinkles. She had a required check-in with the girl. The fact that a thief was residing in her dwelling wasn't settling in her mind quite nicely. Who was she to judge what actions Flaky took, still, it'd give her peace at night to know she was getting along just fine.

Giggles had dropped in unexpectedly, spooking both when she took initiative and allowed herself inside without prior warning. It was almost as heart jumping when she broke their "hug" using an impressive, barbaric war cry. Believing he was having his way with the vulnerable redhead, she'd taken it upon herself to be the trusted friend she was and attack him.

A threat of her tweezers being aimed at his eyes and a can of pepper spray in her hand, held as if it were a real weapon, was all she'd done before Flaky had put a stop to her nonsense.

Lifty was rushed from the room, as he was close to blowing a fuse at her wrongful attack. She hadn't seen head or tail of either for a nearing half hour. It was during this period that she dutifully brewed up tea for her and her friend, placing a soda on the couch as a precaution. If Lifty chose to join in their talk uninvited she couldn't pretend he was only a wisp of air.

In the other room, the one Lifty occupied, the red and green duo were settled on the bed. Flaky's tongue protruded in concentration as she again wrapped the bites. They weren't as deep as she thought they'd be at first glance, that was to her relief. He wouldn't need stitches as they would heal and close up if left alone, that was to his relief. All her focus on swiping alcohol over the bites, Flaky hadn't sensed his wondering look.

"How do you do it?" Lifty asked.

Flaky glanced up. "D-do what? This?" She referred to the bandages. "I-it's simple really. You just have to sterilize the o-open wound first then—"

"I'm not talking about that. I wanna know how you're so damn concerned about stuff that doesn't apply to you? Like you didn't have to worry over this, I could've done that myself."

"That's e-even simpler." She moved aside his leg and stood, leaving him hanging and eager for her to go on. "You're my friend and I'm glad to help. I w-wouldn't be happy if I saw you in pain, so that's why I help."

Short, quick, and to the point, he was befuddled as she gave no further explanation.

"Sorry for m-making you wait," Flaky shut the door to his room to just a crack least he wanted to come out. But seeing how he disdained guests, there was the chance he'd only come to steal her wallet then leave. "I needed to calm Lifty down, y-you kind of gave him a scare."

Giggles waved a dismissing hand, finding it humorous that she'd given the twin a so called scare. "It's okay, I just wanted to have a check-in with you. See how you're doing. And apparently, from what I saw when I came in, you're doing okay! If it weren't for the sexual harassment."

"S-sexual harassment? Oh! O-Oh! No! Giggles you just came in at the w-wrong time . . . and saw the wrong thing." Flaky rubbed her neck. "We weren't d-doing anything."

"It seemed inappropriate to me~" Giggles poked her blushing cheek. Call her bipolar, but she gained strange satisfaction when getting the redhead to blush over the twin. "Anyways, Petunia's been telling me to check on you, so I did! Won't she be amused when I tell her what I saw!"

"Oh no, d-don't! She'd n-never let off Lifty if that happened . . ."

"What if I told you a way we can get him off everyone's bad side?" Giggles wiggled her brow and snorted at Flaky's lost stare. "You know, make everyone figure out he isn't as bad as he seems?"

This was too good to be true. Giggles didn't like Lifty, so why try and help him. "H-how do you intend to do that? F-Flippy already tried that and it didn't turn out as p-peachy as we thought it would."

"With a little of my magic," she wiggled her fingers above their heads, "and a sprinkle of pizzazz, I think I have a way to make him appeal to everyone!"

"I don't think I know w-what you're getting at, I'm sorry." Flaky reeled back as Giggles burst in her face, eyes sparkling like diamonds.

"I'm saying that you leave everything to me and I'll get his reputation from a bust to a must! A few touch ups, lose that mysterious mask, a friendly hello to everyone, and a small party should do the trick!"

"A . . . party?" This had escalated quickly. Flaky twirled her finger in her hair, barely catching the squeak of the hallway floor. "But how would that help—"

"Do you like parties? Do you like attending them, seeing all your friends having a great time and feeling the atmosphere be bubbly? You like that, yes?"

Flaky wasn't a party going type of girl. The only party she'd invested herself in had been Flippy's, and it had started off okay, but she knew how that had ended. It had taught her to keep her distance from parties. They were death traps waiting to happen. But she couldn't argue that they weren't a blast, she just preferred keeping away from large gatherings such as that.

Giggles was her opposite on the subject though. She adored the planning and decorating, gaining her tranquility from the whole idea of it. The late teenager was a natural planner and organizer, but rarely got the chance to put her skills to the test. Having Lifty as an excuse fit in her plan brilliantly. He'd get good instead of bad things being said about him, she'd get feedback of how her decorations were gorgeous and how every friend wanted her as a planner for them.

They couldn't lose.

"I-I suppose," Flaky let loose the hair strand. "But why suddenly? L-last you talked about him, you sounded as if you would rather do nothing more but c-choke him . . ."

Lumpy hadn't let her plan the school dance this year. That was why. Suddenly saving any penny they could was vital and having Giggles exceed the budget wasn't how they'd gain that.

Of course she'd been devastated when hearing they weren't having the night in the stars theme she'd wanted and instead going for a cheaper black and white dance instead. She did what every other sensible person would do.

She went straight to the principal and complained.

It was either they could have her dance and lose the art class funding, or ignore her wailing and save the art program. The artistic students and the petition for what was more important against her, she swallowed down her bile and suffered through the crummy dance.

This was her chance to shine again, she could be on top again and show them all she knew her stuff! Giggles fawned over the thoughts of the party she'd plan and throw together in less than two days if that was the time limit. She'd just need extra hard workers who'd listen to every command she gave.

Coming out of her tangent, Giggles gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I have my reasons. It would give me happiness and Lifty a good rep, isn't that all you need to know?"

"And if he doesn't w-want it? What are you going to do then?"

"Who wouldn't want a party?! Especially one thrown by yours truly," Giggles smiled, swiping her short hair back. "It would be bubbly and pink and—"

"Pink? But Lifty's a boy."

"Don't interrupt me Flaky! As I was saying, it'd be pink and all of our friends would be invited! Excluding Disco Bear, I wouldn't think he'd like having the pervert there either." Counting the number of friends that'd be on the list on her fingers, Flaky was left to wonder how Giggles could just barge in and five minutes later be in the middle of planning a party.

It wouldn't be that bad, her parties were always fun. She already knew there'd be upbeat music, party games, and a table full of snacks. What she didn't know was if Lifty would be okay with being displayed before a crowd. She'd ask him once Giggles left . . . but with how the pinkette was endlessly going on about what would be included, that wouldn't be for a long while.

Pushed up to the hallway wall, Lifty grew a look of repulsion at the word "party". Then again, parties were easy places to snag a few wallets from unsuspecting folks. If it worked in his favor, Flaky wouldn't notice his disappearance and see him enter the closet where all the coats were hung.

". . . Not even wallets are worth a fucking party," Lifty shuddered, dreading whatever day they picked for this event. "And in pink?"

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I dunno, I just needed something to make what I have planned out flow xD

So I was recently informed by Ratty4949 and Deathprincess821 what this whole Sonicfangurl speculation is exactly about. And frankly, I don't see what she did that was so wrong. So she gave an honest review about a story that does have grammatical errors, big deal. I'm just voicing my opinion and saying that there were people who might've overreacted, she was trying to help him. You guys are giving her a reputation she doesn't deserve, and I'm sorry that I judged her before I knew all the details. Go watch "Me and My Sis Review episode 2 part 1" for the full details. She didn't deserve the mean fics she got as a response, and neither did her sister. Thanks again to you two who thought it was important enough to tell me about it, I now know she isn't a bitch or anything crude.