Author's Note: So sorry there hasn't be an update in two eternities and a quarter, I've been busy and I lost interest. I'll try not to let it happen again.
"I can see you Flaky..." came the telltale voice of Flippy, chasing Flaky through the streets over and over again. What it was he wanted her to do she had no idea. She had screamed the question at the sky but there was no response. But that was how it worked; she was in these situations for his amusement. The fire had become little more than an annoyance now, somehow she'd become used to it. But Flippy's voice calling to her warned that a greater danger lurked in the shadows, though because of the fire there wasn't a shadow to be seen so that metaphor was redundant here. At any rate she was boiling, stressed, claustrophobic and on the brink of tears. She'd already been through far too much for her to cope with, it was unbearable. She hated to be alone, but she'd prefer that to this. The sense that she was being watched by someone that had power of life and death over her but wasn't unleashing it; he was savouring the moment and playing games with her. Every noise made her jump and the amount of bodies that filled the streets was horrific just to look at. This was Flaky's idea of hell. Maybe she was in it.
As Flaky's thoughts kept ranting, she began to hear voices not far away. Her first instinct was to run but it was a thought that she reluctantly dismissed, having pledged not to run away any more since it was exactly what fuelled Flippy's games. So she slowly began to approach, towards a pile of dead bodies. She crouched down next to them as the smell of fresh blood invaded her nose and forced her to gag. Everybody was soaked in blood but Flaky seemed oddly fascinated. She looked up and realised that Evil Flippy was standing right in front of her. She tried to scream but she was frozen in place. He had done something to keep her exactly where he wanted.
"You've gotten this far" Flippy began, every word terrifying Flaky immensely. "But it's nowhere near from over. This is my world, to shape as I see fit. Don't think that even your thoughts are safe; I've been listening in to every last word that's gone through your head. You're very... colourful" he said, grinning.
Flaky felt herself blush, she knew what he was referring to. She had been fantasising about Flippy earlier out of boredom. He must have seen every last image she'd created in her head. Thank God she hadn't begun to get... physical with herself while thinking of it.
"Now listen to me bitch. If you want to live, you must do what I had to do back in the war. I had to accept that I was already dead, that I was doomed from birth. Life is nothing more than a torture session, you spoiled bitch. I know that and you can spend your life giving your heart to your precious fucking Flippy, but I'll be the one that tears your heart out. It sickened me to my stomach, the way you acted with Flippy. You are the root cause of my suffering and I intend to end it today. I want to enjoy it, I want to watch you in as much pain as possible, I want to watch you as you are beaten, raped and tortured in every possible way. Then we'll see how long your faith lasts. You need to stop hoping for a rescue. No-one will rescue your ass, no-one will pull your ass out of the fire. This world and the real one are no different, this is just a portrayal of the real world that I have to experience. This is my revenge and my ultimate victory. You will drown in the blood of yourself, your family and your friends and I will orchestrate the entire thing from beginning to end. You are doomed. I am doomed. I am a soldier. Maybe that's what made you trust me. But whatever it was, it was a mistake. Your trusted Flippy and Flippy and I are not different, we are the same person. You are going to be brutally tormented by your precious boyfriend until you cry blood. I will live and you will die.