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Flaky was lost. Like Fliqpy, she now felt trapped within her own head. She didn't know what to do. Everything she was had just been torn down as she knelt in the puddle of Giggles' blood that was swirling around her, soaking into her fur. The fresh taste of blood lingered on her tongue and stuck to the roof of her mouth, a few drops escaping from her lips and slowly snaking their way down her face to form little rivers of red on her chin. Tears were forming in her eyes but for some reason they refused to come out, no matter how much she wanted them too. But worst of all, she could physically feel Fliqpy's smile, his presence burning into her. On the brink of complete despair, her fingers loosened and the bowie knife slipped out, dropping to the floor and splashing in the pool of blood. Her fur prickled as Flaky felt Fliqpy's paw gently land on her shoulder, in the way that seemed to feel like he was going to comfort her.
"You did well Flaky" he said gently into her ear, but it didn't stop the constant shaking that her body was going through. She could feel her stomach making strange gargling noises, and all of a sudden she felt horribly sick as the realisation set in that it was making this noise because the blood had just entered her stomach. Fliqpy hadn't finished talking though.
"Do you see now? This is what Flippy and I do all the time. Do not assume that because they call me evil, I find more pleasure in killing than Flippy. He enjoys it so much. In fact, did I ever tell you? His greatest fantasy, do you know what it is?" he asked her. It was so obvious that he was trying to make her angry, but Flaky couldn't help but allow him to take advantage of her.
"Wh... what is it?" she stammered, the lump in the throat experienced just before crying becoming ever larger.
"As the clock strikes midnight, while the world sleeps. Flippy sneaks through shadows into your home. He climbs the staircase, step by step..." Fliqpy began. It sounded almost like some sick poem to Flaky's ears. But she stayed kneeling down, drowning in her own self-pity and allowing Fliqpy to fuel the fire burning inside her.
"...then he turns a door handle and watches as the door slowly swing open of its own accord, to reveal your little bedroom. He tiptoes to your bedside and kneels down slowly. Before him is you. You are lying on her back, lost in dreams as you sleep. He marvels at how you look so sweet, so cute, so innocent. So helpless. Then he draws a knife. His paws go under your bed sheets and draw them back, to reveal your body to the cold night air. A paw snakes up you leg..." he continued and Flaky felt herself shiver with excitement. She felt ashamed to have such a reaction but it didn't surprise her. Fliqpy seemed to notice, and he paused.
"No. Don't stop. Keep going. Please" Flaky whispered and Fliqpy's face turned to a mixture of great surprise and great joy. He licked his lips in pleasure.
"A paw snakes up your leg, feeling the fabric of your pyjamas. Once his paw reaches your thigh, he slowly brings it back and forth to rub it slowly. And as he does so, he is sure he can hear you moaning in your sleep. He grips the waistband of your pyjamas and tugs them down your legs. But then he raises the knife, viewing your torso. Slowly his free hand strokes your chest. But suddenly, with a quick movement, he plunges the knife deep into your chest. You wake up, your eyes wide open. But you don't scream. You gasp a few times, your eyelids becoming heavy. Blood flows freely from the wound as Flippy stares into your eyes and you stare back. Slowly your eyes close and your head falls limply" finished Fliqpy. Flaky stared at the ground, observing her reflection in the pool of blood.
"Is that t...true?" asked Flaky uneasily.
"Very true. He thinks of it all the time. Remember when you went on that 'date'? He was thinking of that the whole time. Was even staring at your ass, imagining other things that I'm sure you can imagine. I think we've established in the last ten minutes that you are not as innocent as you pretend to be" he told her, smirking. Flaky closed her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts. But she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she was still so afraid. Hadn't she promised herself just an hour or two ago that she'd stop being a coward? And now she'd listened to her friends being slaughtered while hiding in a cubicle. Nothing was going to change. Maybe this was why Flippy liked her so much. Her chronic fear of everything was some kind of turn on to him, maybe. Perhaps he just wanted someone to protect. Was it really her that he loved?
Before Flaky could think any further, she felt Fliqpy hold her paws in his and pull himself to his feet. Slowly she got off her knees, one leg at a time, and stood. It took a huge amount of effort for her to take her eyes off Giggles' body and towards Fliqpy instead. She slowly turned to him, wondering what he'd say to her. Or would he just kill her and continue these games? Perhaps he thought she was worth something to him now that he'd revealed the truth about Flippy to her. Instead, he did something she never expected. He held her waist in his paws, gently stroking her fur with his forefinger. At first Flaky was alarmed but she thought back to what he'd told her. He and Flippy were one. The same person. In a way, Flippy was the one holding her. But did she want that? After all, Flippy was beginning to feel more evil than Fliqpy. But perhaps Fliqpy was just trying to manipulate her. She couldn't believe anything he said, not yet. But to her own shame she was beginning to feel sorry for him. Fliqpy leaned in towards her closer. She knew what he was trying to do but she didn't resist, though her heart was thumping away in her throat like a drum. Flaky leaned towards him too, planting a paw on his cheek to hold him. Her breathing became erratic, almost painful as her lungs wheezed oxygen around her body, feeling just as exhausted as the rest of her. But Fliqpy's face suddenly changed course without warning, and his lips came to her ear.
"You must realise, I still have to kill you" he said slowly to her, and then Flaky felt a sudden pain in her stomach. She looked down slowly and saw that Fliqpy was holding the very same knife, now embedded in her body. Blood was leaking out like a broken water pipe, mixing with the dry blood that covered her fur. She felt betrayed by Fliqpy, but she was more angry with herself for expecting anything different. As she felt the world around her becoming more distant, and her face went paler and paler, all she could think of was how ashamed she was that she'd tried to kiss Fliqpy.