Holy shit. Can it be true? Is Chapter 10 really here? Well, yes it is. After making you wait for way too long than can be justified, I'm back. Don't expect a super long chapter here, but I have returned to continue updating regularly. Hopefully.
Now I only learnt very recently that the correct name for Evil Flippy is, apparently, Fliqpy. So from now on I'll be using it along with Evil Flippy.
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Anyway, welcome back and to those of you that are new, welcome! Hope you enjoyed the story so far, and on we go.

Please, please tell me that was a dream thought Flaky. She'd woken up abruptly the moment Fliqpy had finished talking, and found that she was in school, surrounded by her friends. No-one noticed that she had been asleep; everyone was talking amongst themselves while there was no teacher around. But Flaky didn't trust herself enough to assume everything was a dream. Sure, it was just like her to fall asleep in class but everything had seemed so real. Flaky laid her head against the desk, breathing deeply to calm down. Her whole body was shaking and she felt overheated. At every noise around her she'd jump in fright and look around wildly. But no-one noticed, just like real life. Just as she was about to get off her seat and get a drink of water, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed in terror and spun round in her seat, so violently she slipped out and crashed to the floor. Several people noticed but soon turned back to their conversations, used to the sound of Flaky's screams. Flaky lay on her back on the floor, coming close to hyperventilating with the speed and depth of her breathing. Standing above her was the one who had put his hand on her shoulder. It was Flippy.

He seemed normal enough. Everything about him made him look like the normal Flippy she knew and loved. He had a genuine look of concern written on his face. His face... thought Flaky. Flippy knelt down next to her and held her paw in his, stroking it with his forefinger. She knew he could sense her fright and he was trying to calm her down. Slowly Flaky allowed herself to edge closer to him before she finally wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder as she silently whimpered. Flippy felt so warm and she wanted to hold onto him for as long as she possibly could. Flippy didn't hesitate to respond in kind, holding Flaky tightly in a strong hug that made her feel so safe. He probably didn't know what was going on, but she didn't care. All that she cared about was that Flippy was here, and maybe it had been a dream after all. She continued whimpering into his furry shoulder, feeling it become soggy from the fresh tears pouring out of her eyes but with each whimper he only held her tighter. This has to be real she thought. This must be Flippy was the sentence racing through her mind over and over again. But how could she be sure? She didn't know and for now, didn't care. After what she'd been through she felt she deserved some comfort. But even when wrapped in Flippy's warm arms she was shaking uncontrollably and her heart beat like a drum, so hard and so fast she could feel it painfully pumping in her throat. Finally Flaky felt brave enough to begin to loosen her hold on Flippy and she pulled her tear stained face away from his shoulder, so she could see his face. Every fibre of her being believed that when she saw his face, it wouldn't be Flippy looking at her but his alter ego that she'd become far too accustomed to. But when she gathered the courage to look, it was the same concerned but smiling face she adored. In jubilation she pressed her forehead against his, rubbing his shoulders with her paws in part happiness and part lust. Then she finally heard the words she'd been desperate to hear for as long as she could remember.
"I love you Flaky" escaped from Flippy's mouth and Flaky's heart picked back up to the pace it had when she was frightened. But this time it wasn't fear or anger that was causing it. It was joy.
"Me too! I love you too!" she shouted, so loudly Flippy flinched but it didn't erase his smile.

Slowly he placed his paws on each of her bright red blushing cheeks, holding her face kindly in his hands. Slowly at first he brought his face towards hers but this time her fear was gone, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She grabbed his head in her paws and kissed him, which he melted into. They knelt on the floor kissing slowly for about thirty seconds. Even though she had her eyes closed she could feel numerous pairs of eyes staring right into her. But she didn't care. It only made her feel better when she heard the voice of Petunia just a few feet away, evidently watching, who said "Finally, took you guys long enough." But all of a sudden there came something unexpected. Flaky felt a sharp jab in her stomach. At first she thought nothing of it but then the pain of it began to catch up with her. There was screaming in the room and the sounds of running, like everyone was trying to get out of the room. Flaky opened her eyes while still kissing Flippy and glanced down. Flippy's paw was at her stomach and in it was a bowie knife. A knife that was now jammed deep into her stomach with deep red blood pouring out from the wound, soaking the ground where she stood and flowing slowly onto her knees, which she was standing on. She looked up at Flippy and his face had changed. The caring, kindly eyes were replaced by green eyes that she had some to fear so terribly. Then she felt his mouth move strangely as he kissed her, and with one snap he bit off part of her tongue.

Flaky broke away from the kiss and fell backwards to the ground, squealing in pain. Blood was building up in her mouth and the sharp pain of the knife that was still embedded in her body only increased by the second. Her tongue was in agony, blood flowing freely from it like some gruesome, horrific river. She rolled on the floor, trying desperately to make it end. By now she was just hoping Fliqpy would kill her, to end it so she could have another go. But she knew that Flippy had trusted her to save him. Maybe this was her only chance. He must have exerted a lot of willpower to stop Fliqpy from killing her back before they started all these mind games. Fliqpy seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Why couldn't I kill you?" he growled, bringing himself close to Flaky's face, staring her dead in the eyes.
"Be... because F-Flippy sto... stopped you!" she yelped, trying to brave it through the pain. It was clearly the wrong thing to say, since Fliqpy grabbed the bowie knife and twisted in violently in her stomach. The pain was unbearable and Flaky could hear the blood splattering on the floor. Tears were pouring out from under her eyelids.
"Don't hope for death, little girl. I've just made it impossible to kill you. I can have AS MUCH FUN AS I WANT!" he screeched, the most terrifying smile Flaky had ever seen carved on his face. What he was implying she didn't know, but as his paw slowly snaked its way towards her chest, her teary eyes widened in absolute fear.