Author's note: This is a Flippy/Flaky story, in which all the Happy Tree Friends are humans. The action takes place after Without A Hitch and it is the main reason for all the events that will be presented here.
Big Warning: Contains references to rape, non-consensual situations, sex, violence and bad language. Reader discretion is strongly advised. You have been warned, so no flaming.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Happy Tree Friends and I'm not making any money off of this work of fiction.
xxx
The life in the 'Happy Tree Friends' town wasn't pleasant. It wasn't pleasant at all.
Not to her, at least.
She was miserable, sick, tired, unhappy, scared that something horrible will happen to her and, most of all, traumatized. Mentally scarred because she was forced to see all those gruesome, horrific deaths every day, she was forced to assist at her friends' torture and she was destined to die a horrific, nightmarish death, along with them.
She couldn't realize what kind of place was that town. She couldn't realize if it was a terrible dream, an illusion induced by a mentally deranged person or Hell.
She wondered if it was punishment for something they had done in another life and, especially, she wondered how come they had such cruel destinies, to die again and again, and every time the death was more and more horrible.
It had to be Hell. There wasn't any other explanation. It was a colorful, tricky, sweet Hell. A false, lying image of a place that hid a terrible curse.
Flaky stood up and studied her nightgown, silent. The morning sunlight was beating down on her, entering through the shiny windows and enveloping the simple, clean room in diffuse, warm colors. High-pitched, joyous bird voices reached her ears as she opened the windows and smelled the fresh air. The sky was blue, the buildings were colorful, the grass was green, people smiled happily, while they were heading towards various places, but she remained emotionless at the sight.
The corners of her mouth were still curled in dejection and her eyes were still sad and glassy from the tears that formed every morning and streamed down her face, reddening her cheeks.
It was all a lie.
She closed the windows with a loud thud and frowned as she turned her back to the beautiful view. It was useless if she tried to be joyous, if she tried to smile. These attempts would be probably ended by a car that would crash into her or by a heavy brick that would crush her head or by an animal that would rip her apart. Or by Flippy.
Then she would die, blackness would take over her and she would wake up again, in a new body, spotless and flawless.
As always.
She sighed, then she dressed into her red skirt, she took her red blouse, her red boots and she went outside, into the blinding light that made her eyes tear up even more. She was a little glad that she had managed to find a job at the local restaurant as a waitress, after she had convinced Pop to hire her, because now she was finally able to pay up her rent.
On the way there, a big poster attracted her attention, on a fence, and she stopped and studied it a little shocked.
Flippy stared at her from a black and white photo and her mouth hung open in surprise when she read the words that were written under it.
There was a trial next week. A trial in which he was going to be condemned and locked in.
For good.
Relief washed over her and a small ray of hope flowered in her mind.
That bastard was finally going to receive what he deserved. What she had done to him last time wasn't enough. A simple stab in the eye and one death wasn't enough for what he'd done to them so many times, for every time he had slaughtered her and her friends.
He had to be locked in a cage. Like an animal. Like a beast.
Hatred filled her and she dug her fingers into her palm, as she clenched her jaw in anger and exasperation. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like this, she knew he was mentally unstable and, especially, she knew that Flippy still thought that she was his friend.
But what Flippy didn't know, was that she didn't consider him her friend anymore.
She tried so much to hate him, and that was something, because she had never hated anyone.
It wasn't normal for her to hate someone, it wasn't normal for her to even be angry at someone and she hadn't even known she was capable of hating.
But Flippy, whom she had considered a friend once, proved her that she could have that horrendous feeling.
Flaky regretted that she had gotten close to him, that she had organized his birthday parties so many times, when he did nothing but murder her in return. And the worst part was the fact that she was now stuck with him, because he believed that she was his best friend.
He believed she was his best friend, because no one else in that entire town had tried to befriend him, like she had done. It had been reckless and stupid of her to do such a thing and now she had to put up with the consequences.
Consequences like the fact that he called her because he wanted to ask her how she was doing. That he helped her when she had problems with her car, even though she didn't want him to do that, because he scared the hell out of her when he got closer than five feet. That he even visited her sometimes, which frustrated and alarmed her, even though she couldn't do anything about that situation, because she was too polite and retained to kick him out of her house. She was too afraid of him to kick him out.
This hatred she harbored for him made her feel guilty, at the same time.
He was such a good friend, when he didn't flip out, and she wanted to get rid of him by all means.
Flaky inhaled deeply and bit her lip, then continued to walk until she reached the 'Happy Tree Friends' local restaurant. She pushed the doors of the building and threw a look to see that people were already there. And that she was late.
"Flaky!" A low voice called her and she jumped startled, turning around. Pop was standing behind the counter, his arms crossed, and he was frowning.
"You're late. Again." He admonished her and she gulped. She gave a small, insecure smile and scratched the back of her head nervously.
"Heh, heh, sorry. I promise it won't happen anymore."
"It better be like that." He threw an apron at her and disappeared on the kitchen's doors, before his voice was heard yelling at some other employee. She sighed and changed into her uniform, which consisted of a small, black skirt and a white shirt, then she got ready for a day filled with work.
Time seemed to pass quickly as she ran from one end of the restaurant to the other, following orders and serving clients. Flaky even felt a little better, because that way she didn't have the chance to think about horrible things like she used to when she didn't have anything to do.
Then time suddenly stopped as she saw him outside, on the window. And he was coming in that place's direction.
She yelped in fear and looked around her in alarm. Some threw her weird looks as she put the plate she was carrying on a random table, before she went behind the counter and hid, scared.
She was sure he was coming there for her.
"What are you doing?" Petunia's amused voice spoke above her and Flaky looked up. The blue haired girl was watching her with a big smirk plastered on her face.
"P-please. Pretend like I'm not here, just for a few minutes." Flaky stammered.
Petunia furrowed her brow in confusion, before she raised her shoulders, and turned towards someone who came in front of the counter. Flaky suddenly sensed her tensing up.
"Yes. May I… uh…may I take your order?" Petunia mumbled and Flaky heard hesitation in her voice.
It was him. She was talking to him.
Flaky trembled and bit her nails in nervousness as she made herself smaller, next to Petunia's legs.
"No, I'm just looking for Flaky. She's here, isn't she?"
Both girls froze at the same time. Petunia moved in restlessness and gave Flaky a kick under the counter and she squeaked in apprehension. The blue haired girl threw her a questioning look with the corner of the eye and Flaky shook her head fervently, mouthing a desperate 'not here'. The other girl understood and turned towards Flippy, before she adjusted her voice, prepared to lie. Flaky knew that Petunia was scared of him as well, but she was her only hope at that moment.
She was the only one who could help Flaky get rid of him.
"Sorry. She's not here. She was sent over to deliver a command." Petunia spoke smoothly. There was a pause and silence hung out in the air heavy with tension, which made Flaky tremble. She had the horrific sensation that Flippy didn't believe Petunia, but his voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Oh." He muttered disappointedly. "Ok. Thank you."
Flaky heard movement, then, after a few seconds, the bell that was at the door rang loudly and that was when she knew for sure he wasn't in the restaurant anymore.
She exhaled in ease and stood up, wiping the sweat off her face. Petunia was paler than usually and Flaky apologized.
"Sorry you had to put up with this."
Petunia appeared to come to her senses and relaxed a little, then crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Alright, I know he's scary and all, but what was all that about?" Petunia asked harshly. "Why are you hiding from him? I thought you got along with him."
Flaky fidgeted.
"I did." She replied miserably, then stopped and looked at the floor in sadness. "Not anymore. He thinks I'm his friend, but I hate him." She spoke wretchedly, contorting her features in fury. Petunia gaped at her in wonder. She patted her friend on the back as she watched her with a regretful look.
"No one can really be friends with him, Flaky. He's a murderer. Thankfully, they'll finally lock him in and you won't have to worry about seeing him anymore." She stated.
Flaky didn't answer. She just stared at the door.
xxx
She dragged herself on the town's streets, yawning tiredly. That day had been exhausting. The sun was setting down and she hugged herself, shivering a little.
She had the feeling that something bad was going to happen to her really soon, because everything had been too perfect since she woke up. Too normal. Suspiciously normal. She guessed that she was about to die in the next…
She looked at her watch.
Four hours. Because there were only four hours left until midnight. She inhaled deeply, as she braced herself for the worst, and she continued walking, heading towards her home. When she was able to see it, far away, in the distance, she wasn't so tense anymore and exhaled.
Maybe that day was one of the lucky, rare days when nothing happened to her. When she didn't die. She suddenly wanted to smile at the thought, at that small, wonderful thought, but all her enthusiasm was swept away when she heard someone calling her name.
And she recognized the voice that belonged to him.
Flaky didn't even dare to turn around. Horror struck her as she darted like a bolt of lightning and ran alarmed, hoping that she would reach her house faster than Flippy would reach her. She unlocked the door with trembling hands, almost crying in fear, opened it and closed it behind her, then she stuck her back to the door, breathing heavily.
She waited a few moments, expecting him to knock at her door in any second, but he didn't, to her surprise and ease. That meant he gave up at following her.
It was stupid. She couldn't carry on acting like that forever, running and hiding from him all the time.
She was probably his only comfort at that moment, because he was going to be condemned and locked in, and he probably wanted some support from someone. And since she was his only friend, he probably looked for her so that he could just talk to her about his misfortune.
Flaky frowned angry. He didn't deserve any support from her. They weren't even friends anymore. It was all in his screwed up mind.
She tried to forget about him and went to take a shower, before she dressed in her nightgown and prepared herself, so that she could finally go to sleep. She studied herself in the mirror as she brushed her long, red hair, and she started humming a song, contentedly.
It was one of her lucky days and she truly smiled when she realized that.
Her phone suddenly rang and she dropped her brush into the sink, caught by guard. Shivers engulfed her and she looked at the phone in anticipation. Its noise reverberated in the entire bedroom and she remained petrified, while she was staring at her night table, at that small, black object that she believed it to be her doom, in that night. She gulped frightened and she approached it, then she made a little pause, before she clutched it and put it to her ear, nervously.
"H-hello?"
It was silence at the other end, for a moment.
"Why are you avoiding me, Flaky?" He asked in a dark, husky voice and she believed she pissed herself when she heard him. "Why are you running away from me?"
The phone almost fell from her grasp, but she managed to hold it still. She squeaked as tears filled her eyes.
"H-hey, Flippy. " She bit her lip so hard, that she felt the blood bursting out. She quickly thought about something, a lie, anything so that she could get rid of him as soon as possible. "What are you t-talking about? I can't s-seem to under-"
"Stop pretending." He cut her off. "I thought you were my friend. You're going to get it, for doing this to me. You're going to get it really, really bad." He spoke menacingly and Flaky became white as a sheet of paper. He normally didn't act like that. He only acted like that when he was…
Flipped out.
Terror suffocated her and she enlarged her eyes, feeling the room spin along with her. That was how scared she was.
"I'm coming over to your house. Right now." He told her. The line went dead and Flaky felt so cold that she believed she was going to turn into an ice sculpture. The phone fell from her hands, hitting the floor.
She didn't even blink as she ran like a tornado in all the rooms, checking the windows, blocking the entrances and, most importantly, barricading the door with all the locks she could find. She even pushed one of the sofas in front of the main door, just to be sure that he couldn't have any access, then she crouched under her bed and stood there, shaking like a prey that would soon be consumed. She didn't even comprehend why she did all those, when she was sure that she was going to be murdered anyway, but the horror was seeping into her pores, that she thought she was going to die by having a heart attack, before he even had the chance to kill her with his own hands.
Silent tears flowed down her face like small rivers and she dug her fingers into the carpet, desperate and angry at her terrible life, at him, but mostly, at herself, because she was a coward and because she didn't have the courage to face him.
The sound of glass breaking resonated into the room and Flaky gave a small screech, trembling wildly. She glued herself onto the floor so hard that she almost expected herself to melt into it and she turned her head to see his boots stomping on her red carpet.
He got in through the window and he was looking for her.
She cringed when she heard him creating a chaos inside her room as he turned every piece of furniture upside down and that was when she was convinced her end was close.
So close.
"I'm going to find youuuu and I'm going to fucking kill youuu!" He maniacally sang, before he gave a wild, insane laugh that made her whimper.
He abruptly stopped as if he heard her, action which sent icy chills down her spine. It only lasted for a second or two, but time totally stopped in the moment he bent over and stared exactly at her with those green, mad eyes that pierced and paralyzed her.
"Found you." He grinned and Flaky widened her eyes, before she screamed. She screamed so hard that she thought she was going to lose her voice.
She crawled under the bed until she reached the other side and stood up, bolting and trying to run away, but he grabbed her by the hair much faster and threw her on the wall, making her hit her head. Flaky shook her head dizzily and looked up to see him coming closer with his knife that had already blood on it.
That meant she wasn't his first victim on that day.
She continued to scream and wriggle in hopelessness when he put the knife to her throat and smirked malevolently. There had to be a way. She was tired of dying by his hand like a low piece of life, like a dirty, weak being. There had to be way through which she could escape from him.
The cold, sharp blade started piercing her skin and her lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, the first sign that she was dying. She choked and raised her hands, intending to push him away, but Flippy grabbed her both hands with his other one, that didn't hold the knife, and kept her in her place, impending her from making any move.
"You're scared of me, huh?" He snapped in her face angrily. "Well, I'll give you a reason to be really scared then!" He yelled like a psychopath, before he pulled her hair with force.
She screamed and struggled more violently, fiercely trying to get away from his deathly grip, and he laughed at her futile attempts.
And she did it. She wasn't fully conscious of how she did it, perhaps by stepping on his foot with all her strength or perhaps by hitting him in the stomach with her knee, but she did it. She managed to hit him, because he backed away, scrunching his features, somewhat hurt, which gave her the opportunity to distance herself from him, if only by a few feet.
An absolute murderous look came over him and Flaky stumbled and fell, before her back hit the bed with a loud thud, move which ripped a big part of her nightgown's fabric apart, exposing her naked skin.
His face suddenly went blank and he blinked. She gaped at him, expecting him to dig that horrible knife into her, but he didn't. He was staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time, while Flaky tried to cover herself with what was left from her cloth.
Then he grinned and a strange, unknown spark appeared in his eyes, making his expression seem hungry and savage. She burst into cries when he flung himself over her and she waited for him to end her life right then and there, as she squeezed her eyes shut. But he didn't do what she believed he was going to do.
He didn't do what he always did.
Instead of slicing her neck, he… bit her. Of course, it wasn't a soft bit, it was a hard, painful one, and she opened her eyes, giving a small squeak, while he kept sucking and biting her skin in various spots around her neck, then he went lower and lower and he started biting the skin from all over her body, as she screeched and yelped in surprise, fear and perplexity.
She felt weird. Really weird when he tore the rest of her nightgown and studied her lustfully and she realized what he was going to do to her.
"I think I've just discovered a new game." He smirked, staring fascinated at her. "And I think it will be much more fun than a simple murder." He licked his lips and Flaky's mouth fell open in shock. She widened her eyes and sweat was starting to form on her forehead, while her heart beat faster and faster, hitting her ribcage like crazy. She gathered all her strength to push him away, but it was useless, because he didn't move an inch. He just looked down on her.
"Please…don't… I'm your friend, Flippy." She whispered, breathless, but her words had no effect. He narrowed his eyes, then he forced her knees apart and her stomach turned with dread. She couldn't believe he would that to her. At that moment, murder seemed way more plausible than that.
Torture, murder, anything horrific seemed more plausible, but not… rape.
"Friends don't run away from each other." He replied venomously.
Tears rolled down her cheeks in spite of her best efforts. He pushed his palm to where her thigh met her groin, before he forced her wider in spite of her fighting him and with one thrust he was inside her.
She screamed. It wasn't that the intrusion hurt that bad physically. It hurt some, yes, but it was her own being that was ripped in two, her dignity, her mind. Right then, she hated nobody more than she hated him, because he was invading her body. She hated him so much, that she believed she was screaming in anger, more than she was screaming in pain, while he kept pushing into her, fast and violently. She arched her back and dug her nails into his back, making small holes appear into his army shirt. He pushed harder and harder until he burst into her and she trembled, overwhelmed by that new, weird, twisted experience.
Her head was spinning really fast as her chest went up and down in large breaths, and she didn't even notice when he removed himself from her, without saying anything. She heard his clothes shuffling, sign that indicated the fact that he was buttoning up his pants. She waited in silence, she waited for him to finally take her life, after all the torture he'd put her through, but he just threw her one last look, before he went out and left her alone, on her messy bed.
He left her alone, in her misery, in her anger, in her sheets that were tainted with her blood, with blood that wasn't supposed to be lost like that, because that blood was special, it was something that symbolized her virtue.
She grabbed the sheets into her fists and gritted her teeth.
The hate grasped her soul with its sharp, poisonous claws and she screamed again.