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[DeviantART and Homestuck took my time, as well as stuff in reality…but I'm back! Sorry if I kept you guys waiting for months!

Also, if you're faint-hearted don't even bother reading this chapter.]

Happy Tree Friends: Camp Sanguine

Chapter 23 – Descent To Insanity

"Let me go!"

"Hush now…" Demon Splendont whispered, his evil grin never leaving those lips, "It's actually an honor to be a guest of the Elders."

'How is being restrained to a table honorable to a guest!' Flippy thought angrily, pulling at the leather straps that held down his arms and legs and ignoring the stinging pain he received from the bear traps. He secretly regretted having them removed as it proved to be more painful than when they were clamped on. The worst part is that his wounds haven't been treated and he's lying in a growing pool of his own blood.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly viewed his surroundings. The chamber he was in had stone walls and a somewhat-low ceiling, engraved with markings he recognized from the other chamber with the glowing blue cylinder. He also noticed the room was barely crowded – no doubt these campers had been possessed by the other six Deadly Sin Demons.

Demon Nutty (Lust) was sitting next to Demon Flaky (Pride), trying and failing to fondle and kiss the red-haired teen as she kept pushing away his advances. "I'm too higher-ranked to be with the likes of you!" she claimed, standing and stomping away from him. "But you know you love it~!" he suggested, still hot on her heels even as she hissed at and slapped him.

Demon Mime (Sloth) was leaning against a wall, fast asleep…or at least until Demon Disco Bear (Gluttony) started munching so loud he was disturbed from his nap. "Can't you at least chew with your mouth closed?" Demon Mime snarled, "I'm trying to sleep here!"

"You always get time to sleep, fuckass…" Demon Disco Bear stated, rolling his eyes, "I don't see why you need more shut-eye." Demon Mime scoffed and moved to another section of the room where Demons Lifty and Shifty (Greed) were on the floor, tossing and playing with coins and banknotes as they snickered gleefully. Demon Toothy (Envy) was not far off, eyeing the mounds of cash as he sighed to himself and wished he had their wealth.

Flippy's attention was then snapped back to Demon Splendont (Wrath) as he felt a clawed hand yank at his hair. "Were you even paying attention to anything I said!" the red-haired hero growled, roughly shoving the teen soldier's head away in disapproval. "I suggest you behave yourself while our Elders are in the room – unless you'd rather suffer dire consequences…" he continued (or rather repeated), frowning as Flippy chuckled. "What are they gonna do? Question me about things I have no fucking clue about?" he asked cockily, wincing as he earned a slap to the cheek.

"That's enough, Wrath!"

Demon Splendont looked up, snarling as he backed away from the table. Hearing three sets of heavy footsteps, Flippy turned and saw Possessed Lumpy and Possessed Mole on either side of Possessed Pop, the latter carrying a Possessed Cub in his arms. The Seven Deadly Demons closed in, surrounding the teen soldier. Completing the circle was Possessed Cro-Marmot, still encased in his ice cube and silently snickering at him through his frozen grin.

"Now that we're all gathered together, are we gonna join hands and sing some cheesy Camp Sanguine song?" Flippy suggested sarcastically, "Or does anybody have something way better than staring at me all day?"

"Glad you asked," Possessed Pop replied, handing his toddler to Demon Flaky. Snapping his fingers, his minions scattered about and the sound of footsteps and clanging metal seemed to echo around him. He figured it's from the blood loss as his energy is slowly ebbing away.

"Did you have to give them suggestions?" Flipqy growled from within. Flippy didn't have time to answer as Possessed Lumpy and Possessed Mole re-appeared, red pupils bearing down at him within blue and violet irises as they double-checked his restraints. They even added an extra strap that held down his head, fixing his sight to the ceiling.

Sweat collected at the teen soldier's brow; he gulped as he recognized the familiar sound of metal scraping metal. "There's nothing to be scared of…" Demon Flaky giggled, appearing within his line of sight, "They're just gonna see how long you could last."

"Stop talking to him and get over here – I want to fondle that ass," Demon Nutty snickered, patting the empty space next to where he sat. "In case you haven't noticed, I got a baby in my arms and I've been assigned 'babysitter' for the time being. So fuck off!" Demon Flaky snarled, growling as he suddenly appeared next to her.

He then took Possessed Cub out of her arms, sat the toddler on Flippy's chest…and made the teen soldier watch as he made out with his girlfriend. "Stop it! Cut that out!" the green-haired teen demanded, angry tears streaming out of his eyes as Demon Flaky seemed to engage further into it. After what seemed like a minute of watching them French kiss, they finally pulled away; a thin bridge of saliva served as a connection between them.

"Not bad, Pride. Not bad…" Demon Nutty cooed, closing her partly-open lips with his finger. "Could've been a lot better, though –" he added, earning a hard kick to the groin by an annoyed possessed teen. "That was the best I can do and you know it, fucking asshole…" she snarled; turned to a tearful Flippy as she caressed his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie. If you make it out alive I'll make sure you have the best time of your life…in my personal chambers…" she purred, kissing away his tear trails.

"If she weren't possessed right now, I'd say Flaky is having one of her mood swings…" Flipqy stated. Flippy couldn't get the scene out of his head; being reminded that Flaky was once Nutty's boyfriend only made it worse. "Hey, this isn't the Flaky we know – the real deal is sealed away in that other room as a soul waiting to be set free," his alter-ego pointed out.

A heavy weight snapped the teen soldier back to his senses; Flippy's ceiling view was blocked by Possessed Cub, tiny red pupils shining gleefully at him. "…what?" he asked quietly, "Something on my face?"

He shouldn't have asked.

"Ah! Gross!" he yelped, shutting his eyes and trying hard to turn his face away as hot drool dripped onto him; held back a whimper as the possessed toddler began nibbling on one of his injured arms. "Isn't that cute?" Demon Disco Bear sighed, picking up the growling toddler, "I think he'll make a wonderful little disciple with me as his mentor." He then looked at the blood puddle Flippy is laying on; dipped a finger into the warm fluid and sampled it. "Hm…not that fresh now," he mumbled.

"Stop sampling the guest!" Possessed Lumpy scolded, shoving Demon Disco Bear away. "Just be glad he didn't get to eat you this time," Demon Toothy called from where he was standing. Flippy didn't want to determine which is worse, being eaten alive by Demon Disco Bear or –

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

The sound of scraping metal seemed closer now, kicking his fear up another notch. "Enough waiting, let's get started…" Possessed Mole announced, holding up some scissors within Flippy's sight. Said tool was then used to cut off his jacket and shirt; before long the teen soldier was topless and his clothes lay in a crumpled heap under the table.

"What are you –!" he demanded, his sentence cut off as his rolled-up beret was used to silence him. He was about to continue yelling when he felt the cold edge of a blade grazing lightly over his skin, sending goosebumps and shivers throughout his half-exposed body. "Such a work of art…" Possessed Pop muttered as he continued to drag the scalpel around, pulling away for a few seconds, "Let's see how long he could last."

Seconds passed…and then –

"AAH!" Flippy screamed, muffled by his beret as he felt the blade cut deep into his skin, slicing him open. Hot tears streamed out his scrunched eyes and down to the table, mixing with the slightly coagulated collected blood from his earlier injuries. "Hold still, will you? I'm just getting started," Possessed Pop calmly scolded, continuing to cut Flippy until he created crooked skin flaps; parted them to expose the teen soldier's internal organs.

"Hm…seems perfectly healthy for someone who's been under a lot of stress…" the possessed camp director noted, ignoring Flippy's choked whimpers. "Have you ingested any alcohol?" Possessed Lumpy asked. The green-haired teen wouldn't answer – he couldn't. "Well then, don't mind if I inspect your liver," the possessed boys' counselor added.

Flippy winced as he felt said organ get grasped roughly; screamed louder as he felt it being tugged hard until it snapped free from his body. It was then held up for him to see, the sight making him sick to his stomach. And speaking of stomach…

"GAH!" he screamed once more, feeling said organ being tugged and snapped off just like how his liver was taken out. He began to pull desperately at his restraints, inflicting skin burns on his wrists, ankles and forehead. His teeth had bitten clean through the beret and he spat out the now-useless piece of cloth, laboured pants and whimpers escaping his lips as he tried to breathe normally.

Possessed Mole was studying his stomach, laying it on a nearby tray and dissecting it to study its contents. "Not much in here – perhaps he hasn't eaten yet," he stated, tossing the organ somewhere across the room. "Please…stop…" the teen solider sobbed, crying out as he felt his intestines get pulled out of his body…

…by an overly-excited Possessed Cub. "That's a nice treat, isn't it?" Demon Disco Bear chuckled, "Let's take the whole thing – we can share this snack together."

"Flippy! Stay with me!" Flipqy ordered, but the green-eyed teen didn't seem to hear him as his vision started to blacken at the edges. He also started feeling numb, hearing only crazed laughter and horrible squishing noises as his organs get pulled at, squeezed and torn into shreds.

WHACK! CRACK!

"Ngh…" he groaned as his ribs got smashed in and cracked open by Demon Splendont, who was grinning ear-to-ear as he tore off each bone in a painfully-slow manner. "Let's sell his lungs for big bucks back home!" Demons Lifty and Shifty chorused, uncaring as Flippy howled agonizingly as those organs were violently ripped away from him.

He was barely alive as he witnessed one last scene…

"Pride, if I give you his heart will you at least spend time with me tonight?" Demon Nutty pleaded, his fingers already snaking around the weakly-throbbing organ. "Only if we get to have that for dinner…" Demon Flaky agreed.

RIP!

Flippy could no longer breathe. His grass-green eyes, wide and deranged, locked onto the demonic couple as they grinned evilly at him. And then for some unknown reason, he chuckled – it started off quiet, but then it increased in volume until everyone noticed that he was laughing like a hyena. He didn't even stop even as blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Hehehe…heh heh…HAHAHA~!"

Finally, with major blood loss and lack of organs in his body…everything went cold, silent and faded to black…

[Whew…this took me hours to type out! Hope the gore didn't disturb you that much…]