Author's Note to Bitter Strawberry: I'm doing my best to steer clear of making this fangirl-food.
Oh yes, and you guys should expect regular updates, maybe daily. I'm working on a couple of other stories but since this is the best received this story gets priority.
Flippy felt sick to her stomach. Her throat felt like it was filling up as she kept crying, but she was desperately trying to hold the tears back to try and disprove what Flippy had said about her being a coward. She watched Flippy slowly approaching her and she began to go over different possibilities of what Flippy would do to her. One thought crossed her mind and her head went numb as she considered it, before her heart started beating so fast it felt like it would tear out of her like in the film Alien, which she had watched with Flippy a few weeks ago. She had to ask him if he was going to do it, and as he slowly got closer, she asked.
"Are you going to..." she began but couldn't finish.
"Scared much?" asked Flippy, grinning at her obvious torment.
"Are you gonna rape me?" she asked through the tears and Flippy froze, staring at her.
"Um... no. I've got bigger, better, more satisfying plans for you" he said, his grin returning.
"Like what?" she asked, feeling a little better but knowing that this meant he was probably going to hurt her. She could still feel herself shaking and she felt like she would throw up but it wouldn't come. Her throat burned as Flippy answered smoothly.
"Let me show you" he said, the obvious pleasure in his eyes burning into Flaky. He reached towards her as she squirmed; trying to keep him from touching her, but it was in vain. He placed his hands on either side of her head and closed his eyes. He enjoyed how much she was shaking; he could sense her confusion as to what exactly he was doing. But as Flaky stared at him, he exhaled slowly and her head began to sting. She tried to move it to get Flippy's hands off but she found herself paralysed. Her eyelids felt heavy and she struggled to keep her open but she was getting sleepy. Flippy was doing something to her, but she didn't know what. Finally, her eyes closed and she found she simply couldn't open them again. Her head began to feel like it was filling with water and she tried to scream out but couldn't make a sound. All she could see was black.
After a few seconds, Flaky could see light. In the centre of the dark mass she could see, a small white light emerged. This slowly grew bigger until it was all she could see. Flaky felt her eyes being prised open like her eyelids were attached to strings and she began to see shapes and bright colours right in front of her. Her vision returned to her and she realised that she was lying in the grass somewhere, looking up at a blue, cloudless sky. She blinked a few times as she tried to figure out what was going on, before sitting up in the grass and looking around. At first her eyes kept closing due to the brightness of the sun hanging up above. She looked around, confused. The sound of crying was all around her, it was a single girl crying but the sound seemed to emanate from the very sky, like God herself was crying. Flaky was getting scared now. She was in this endless field of grass, with nothing else to see and she didn't know where it was or why she was there. But in the middle of the grass field that extended from one horizon to the next was a single oak tree, standing tall and proud in the endless field. Flaky walked towards it as the sunlight burned her already red skin. She approached the tree cautiously, still remembering what Flippy had said.
"Let me show you" he had said to her. What was he going to show her? She was about to find out.
Cowering in the shadow of the tree was a figure, the sounds of crying growing stronger as Flaky got closer. Flaky froze the moment she saw it, every part of her trying to pull her away, her mind screaming for her to run away. But Flaky wouldn't. Too long had she been looked down upon as the coward, the wimp, the deserter, the alarmist, the shy, the nervous, the fearful, the reluctant, the loner. No. No more, she thought to herself. But as she thought that, the figure stopped crying and turned its head towards her, its face still covered in shadows.
"That's a positive attitude" said the figure. Flaky wanted to back away but she stood her ground.
"Who are you?" she demanded, more aggressively than she was used to acting. The figure didn't answer, instead it stepped out of the shadows and Flaky gasped in shock.
"I'm you" she answered.