Disclaimer: The Happy Tree Friends are not mine.
Warning: Sex, violence, inappropriate language and other adult themes.
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A jolt of pain travelled her body as senses came back to her. She felt cold and she trembled, while goosebumps danced all over skin. She couldn't move, not yet, and she waited for her limbs to start functioning again so that she could wake up and return to reality. She was unable to remember what happened to her last time, but she guessed she had been killed, because she wasn't really used to her body, which meant the body was new.
Or that was what she thought, until flooding memories invaded her brain.
Flaky suddenly opened her eyes and blinked a few times to get accustomed to the dim light. All she could see was a dark ceiling in front of her and she realized that she was lying on a soft mattress. She intended to move, but it was really hard, so she just remained there, hoping that nothing bad would happen to her, even though she didn't know where she actually was.
Images with Flippy passed in front of her eyes and the soreness amplified.
He did it to her.
He did it to her again and she fainted. That was why she couldn't remember anything for a while. She blinked back some tears and tried to stand up when a voice stopped her.
"Please don't run."
Flaky froze. She cautiously raised her head to see him standing on a chair in front of the bed and it made her feel uneasy and panicky. His face was shadowed and it was still dark outside, which frightened her even more. She guessed she was at his house, due to the fact that she could recognize his room from all the times she had been there before, when they were good friends.
When they were still friends.
"You have finally woken up." He spoke and she remarked devastation in his voice . A few seconds passed, while none of them said a word. He lingered in his place and Flaky turned smaller. She wanted so much to run away from that place, even though he would probably stop her if she tried.
"I can't believe it." He spoke lowly. "I can't believe that I… raped you." He paused and his breath hitched. Flaky drew her knees up to her chest and buried her head in them. Spasms of fear and hurt shook her body and she gave a small whimper.
"You were unconscious, between me and that wall and I…I felt sick when I realized what had happened. I was sick with what I'd done, with myself." He said and it barely reached her ears.
He hovered for a moment.
Then he stood up and got close to the other end of the bed. He gazed at her and it was the first time when she could actually see his expression. A mix of feelings was written on his face, but the most prominent were sorrow and anger. He lifted his hand and touched her leg, although she yelped and withdrew it from his grasp. He appeared really hurt by her action and looked down downhearted, before he knitted his brow and raised his eyes to study her small, trembling figure.
"You're right to hate me." He spoke, visibly struggling with himself. "Even I hate myself. " He swallowed heavily, gripping the bed's wooden end so tightly that she thought he was going to break it.
Flippy continued to gaze at her in silence and she started moving restlessly, unsure about he was going to do. She didn't even know for sure if he was flipped out or not. Even though his behavior proved that he wasn't, he could suddenly flip out in any moment. It was never safe.
He slowly walked around the bed and stopped near her. Flaky jumped and desperately tried to stand up. Panting with terror, she intended to move to the other side when he placed himself on the mattress, but he did something that bewildered her.
He just sat down next to her, stretched his arm and wrapped it tightly around the shocked, horrified girl, pulling her closer.
She stiffened and shifted in his arms; "P-please don't do anything to me."
Flippy sighed against her neck and tightened the hug, causing a shiver to run through her. He drew back a little, pressing her head away from him gently so he could look into her face.
"I won't." He replied, his voice equally soft. A tidal wave of unknown emotion rocked Flaky's body when he brushed his lips past her eyelids and she automatically closed her eyes. That strange feeling of relief enveloped her mind again and it reminded her of the first time when he kissed her, before she passed out, a few hours ago. It was a feeling that soothed her and it made her forget about the terror, about the pain, about the misery. About the fact that he was an insane murderer and that he could kill her in any second.
All those sensations changed her hateful thoughts into somewhat pleasant ones, against her will, and she lifted her face and allowed him to pull her even closer. He gently placed his lips over her face and Flaky whimpered, as his hands roamed over and caressed her back. Her heart was pounding frantically and she didn't know if it was from the fear, dread or confusion. Perhaps all of them at the same time.
He paused above her mouth and waited for her to turn her head, but she didn't. Then he leaned in, stuck his lips to hers and Flaky elicited a throaty sound.
She didn't want to do that. She didn't like the fact that he controlled and allured her into accepting those gestures of supposed affection. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt… really good to have someone cuddle her like that and she didn't have any strength when he did those things. It was like all her limbs slackened and turned into numbness and, even though she opposed to that kiss, she couldn't help but let him do it.
Her lips softened and parted a little; Flippy deepened the kiss and she jerked in surprise before a muffled noise escaped, the sound reverberating through his lips. Their tongues started tangling as the lip lock became hungrier and breathing ragged.
"God…Flaky…" He spoke through her mouth. "I can't… "He rubbed her thigh and grabbed it tightly, then he pushed into her hard and she squeaked. "I can't control myself."
She broke the kiss in alarm and looked up at him. His stare became frightening, feral and all the awful feelings returned to her in an instant. She screeched and put her palms on his chest to push him away. Flippy clutched her wrists and screwed up his features.
"Stop that. It drives me mad when you fight me." He snapped in her face, while he pressed into her even harder. She inhaled sharply.
"Y-you s-said you w-wouldn't do anything to m-me. Y-you s-said…" She mumbled, through tears.
She had been right. He always flipped out sooner or later.
His mouth curled as if he was about to have a fit. He trembled above her and breathed heavily, struggling to calm himself.
"I'm trying, but I can't help it." He spoke through gritted teeth. "I don't have power over it anymore. No matter what I do, the monster always takes over. " His strong gaze bore into her, making her recoil desperately.
"I'm sorry." He muttered regretfully, before he closed his eyes tightly. He stood like that for a moment, attempting to maintain his stability, then he opened them and she almost had a heart attack when she saw the horrific madness in them. He clenched his jaw and restrained himself, although not for long.
The dark grin made its way on his face in spite of all his efforts and Flaky gaped at him in shock and horror. He laughed maniacally, before he lowered his mouth and reached her collarbone, biting her so hard that Flaky thought she was going to bleed. She cried and grasped his head, while he continued sucking in that spot of skin, rubbing against her. His hand crawled up under her blouse and grabbed her breast and she gasped, taken aback by the unusual gesture.
Never, in her entire life, she had imagined that someone would actually do that to her.
Everything passed in a blur. She wasn't fully aware of what happened after that. All she felt was his body that covered hers entirely, his lips that marked her skin in every possible way and her eyelids fell, blackening her vision.
She didn't resist him anymore. She just let him do whatever he wanted.
He laughed in her ear when she gave a scream, because the act in which they were engaging right then was painful and maddening to her. His lack of compassion, his ruthlessness hurt her more than any physical torture.
She had been a fool.
She had been a fool because she actually thought she could find comfort in him for a brief moment.
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Flaky didn't know how many times he forced her into having sex with him, the next days.
She lost the count after the fifth time. It had almost become a routine.
He always barged into her house and scared the hell out of her, before he tore her clothes off as she screamed terrorized. Or he suddenly appeared out of nowhere – that was what it looked like to her- even when she was in public, to drag her behind a building or in a private space to…well, the rest was obvious.
Flaky tried to escape only once, during all the acts. She bit his hand, but it didn't work. In fact, he was satisfied when she did it, because he had a reason to 'punish' her after that for being disobedient. Of course, the punishment contained more rough bumping of pelvises.
She had gotten so used to him that she almost forgot she immensely disliked everything he did to her.
That was why, when something reminded her of the time passed with him, she didn't feel that bothered anymore. She could even talk about it, which weirded her out.
And her friends, as well.
"Guess who has been initiated into the art of… mingling of the bodies?" Petunia asked, chuckling. Giggles turned into a bright shade of pink that matched her hair, at the metaphorical expression for sex.
"Oh, shut up." She huffed, crossing her arms.
Flaky raised her eyes curiously and looked from one girl to another.
"What are you talking about?" She inquired, confused.
The blue haired girl swung around the counter to take a plate with fried chips, then she turned towards Flaky, who was still expecting one of them to answer. Petunia grinned widely as she pointed to Giggles.
"She sleeeept with someboooody laaast niiight…" She sing-songed and Giggles quickly put a hand over her mouth, before someone else heard her.
"Would you shut up?" She hissed. "I don't think the whole restaurant needs to hear about this."
Flaky watched her wondering.
"Really?"
Giggles blushed even harder, and looked down in embarrassment, then she nodded. There was a pause.
"Cuddles?" Flaky asked again.
The pink haired girl threw her arms up in the air in exasperation and rolled her eyes, huffing impatiently.
"Oh come on! Is it that obvious?"
Petunia burst into laughs while Flaky smiled knowingly, fiddling with her apron's knot.
"So…" Flaky trailed off, pondering the thought. "How was it? Did he bite you? Did he tie you to the bed?"
She didn't notice that Petunia didn't laugh anymore and Giggles' face was covered in tension and surprise. She just kept ranting about various things, which she remembered Flippy did to her for the past days.
"Or maybe he just came to you and pinned you to the wall." She presumed thoughtfully. "I bet it was awful and painful." She carried on fierily, furrowing her brow and grimacing at the memories.
She glanced at her two friends and she remained petrified when she observed their confused, befuddled expressions. Giggles and Petunia gawked at her like she had grown an extra head. Her heart lurched and she swallowed nervously. Maybe she had been carried away a little too much.
"N-no." Giggles mumbled unsurely. "It…" She stopped and gaped at her carefully. "It was… nice."
They stood like that awkwardly and Flaky realized she shouldn't have said anything, because she only created more suspicion, which she didn't need right then.
"I-I have to g-go-" She fidgeted and averted her eyes as she turned around to leave, but Petunia suddenly caught her wrist and kept her in place.
"That was strange, Flaky." Petunia scrutinized her with her gaze, almost as if she wanted to read her mind. "Where did all that come from?"
They looked at each other in silence and Flaky sensed heavy lead filling her stomach.
"This is not you." Petunia stated tense. "This is not you at all."
Flaky inhaled anxiously, avoiding her friends' questioning stares. She suddenly wanted to kick herself for being so impulsive and big mouthed at a time like this.
"S-sorry." She mumbled, looking down at her shoes. "It j-just came to my m-mind, I-"
"Well, that's the problem." Giggles studied her, frowning. "Something like that would never cross your mind. Especially your mind." She pursed her lips. "Unless you experience it."
Flaky paled and widened her eyes in alarm, before she shook her head fervently, raising her hands in defense.
"I-it's n-not necessary, I just presumed it, t-that's a-all." She barely cracked a smile, feeling small drops of sweat streaming down her forehead. "I-imagination, heh, heh."
Two skeptical stares scanned her, as she held her breath pressured, hoping that none of them would insist on finding out about the provenance of all the twisted information.
"Table fourteen, Flaky! Now!" Pop's voice made her jump a few inches in the air and she exhaled in relief, before she excused herself and walked away from Giggles and Petunia.
She went at the back of the restaurant to take the plates, while the gears in her head were constantly turning around, processing what Giggles had told her.
Her friend liked it. Giggles actually thought sex was nice, fact that provoked her puzzlement and frustration to an extent, because she always thought it was uncomfortable and exhausting. Not to mention, quite painful. How was that possible? How it was possible that something like that would feel different to Giggles? A 'good' different, nonetheless.
After all, Flaky had never known much about this kind of things. She had never known that she would engage in such weird, unpleasant acts. She always believed that she would be alone all the time, that she would have a close-to-normal life, with no one to disturb her. Even if she eventually had a boyfriend, like Petunia and Giggles, in no way psychopaths like Flippy could be taken into consideration. That made her want to laugh bitterly.
Flippy wasn't even close to what could be called a close person to her, let alone a boyfriend. In fact, she wasn't even sure if there were good natured feelings between them. Perhaps he had some sort of fondness for her- when he wasn't flipped out- and probably pity and remorse, because he figured out what his psychotic self usually did to her, but that was all.
In the rest of the time, he just used her to fulfill his sick fantasies and she greatly disliked him; she despised him.
She stopped brusquely on her way to the table and stood like that for three or fours seconds, as it dawned on her. That was it. That was why Giggles enjoyed it and she didn't.
Because Giggles liked Cuddles, maybe even loved him, and he didn't force her into sleeping with him.
Because Flippy forced her and she hated him for that. And for other things, as well.
Several people stared weirdly at her and she realized that she probably looked strange standing there, in the middle of the restaurant with a plate in her hand, without moving.
Flaky came to her senses, shook her head and rushed over to the booth situated at the other end, to deliver the command she was supposed to. She stopped there and lowered the plate, to place it on the table.
"Your order, sir- argh!"
Her body jerked forward as a hand went under her skirt and grabbed her thigh tightly. The plate went flying out of her hands and almost onto the floor, but she managed to save it. She dropped it on the table with a clang and froze in her spot when another hand sneaked around her waist. Someone's face pressed into the lower part of her stomach and she looked down to see Flippy's head stuck to it.
"Mmmm I missed you, my little marshmallow." He said, nuzzling her. His voice was muffled by her body, but she could still hear the obvious mockery in it.
Flaky twitched, disturbed by the comment, before she tried with all her strength to shove him away. It was difficult, but she somewhat managed to push his head away from her stomach – he was probably the one who relented, anyway- and he looked up at her, grinning like a lunatic. The girl squeaked apprehensive and stepped backwards fast.
She didn't get away, because he grabbed her by the front of her skirt and pulled her in his lap. They looked at each other for a while, one smirking, the other one flinching, before Flippy reached out and drew a hand over her cheek. She squinted, her breath coming quicker.
"Don't…" She started, but it was like her words got stuck in her throat. If anything, the fear in her eyes got stronger. He revealed his teeth, sadistically pleased with the fact that she was scared, then leaned forwards and kissed her neck, suckling while slowly running his hands up and down her shirt, feeling her chest beneath the fabric. She gasped and tried to wrench herself out of his grasp, pushing him with jerky fingers.
"S-someone could s-see." Flaky mumbled, looking around the booth carefully. Thankfully, they were at the back and there weren't many people around that area, but she couldn't risk it.
He stopped and narrowed his eyes as he approached his face to hers.
"So what if someone sees?" He inquired, pulling a sickened expression. "You're afraid that people will think you're the accomplice of a murderer?" Anger flashed in his eyes. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face forwards, looking into her eyes which were wide and full of emotion- mostly dread, loathing and desperation. Then he bent over and his tongue intruded her mouth, forcing it wide, as her throat made a small, pleading noise. He explored her cavern for a while, his fingers digging into her scalp and positioning her head according to the movement of their mouths, before he captured her bottom lip with his teeth and started chewing it greedily. Flaky gave small whimpers and he smiled satisfied against her mouth at the sounds.
He tackled her, rolling them around so that her body was pinned beneath his own, and she almost yelled for help, if he didn't cover her mouth to impend her from making any noise. He snickered in her face.
"Do you actually think anyone will face me, just to help you?" He asked amused. His grin instantly fell and his features roughened furiously. "You're goddamn stupid."
She glared up at him through the shimmer of tears as his fingers fondled between her legs.
"I can fuck you right here and no one will say anything." He continued, thrusting his hips against hers hard, making her emit various noises. "And you know why?" His breath got heavier and she felt him getting aroused through their clothes. "Because they're aware I'll blow this fucking place to pieces, if they interfere." He grunted.
His mouth came back down and assaulted hers as his hand slid further down and touched her right there. She escaped a groan of discomfort and gripped his shirt tightly, her breathing heavy. Flippy pushed into her with so much force that she thought they were almost having sex again, even though there were still clothes between them.
That was when Giggles' words echoed in her head. What he was doing to her could actually feel nice, if she put some effort into it. But how was she supposed to like it, when she hated it?
When she hated him?
She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself, and tried with all her efforts to feel pleased. She couldn't be tortured like that all the time, so she might as well enjoy it.
Her legs tentatively wrapped around his waist properly, taking a deep breath as she tried to get used to him. She gazed at him with glassy eyes and opened her mouth more, giving him all the access he wanted… it somewhat felt nice, if she closed her eyes and didn't think about the horrible circumstances in which that act was taking place. Plus, she realized that there was a warmth beneath her bellybutton every time he was doing those things to her, but she hadn't paid attention to it until then because the horror was too great.
She couldn't do it.
That wasn't normal sex. That was something sick, that gave her an aghast, awful feeling, not pleasure. She couldn't get pleasure from that.
Her face reddened in aggravation and she gave him a small kick, before she frowned angrily. Flippy stopped and his green eyes narrowed dangerously at her, which made Flaky regret her earlier action.
"What the hell was that?"
She bit her lip frightened when he stared down at her with those penetrating eyes as if he wanted to kill her for defying him. Then she realized that was the second time when she tried to escape during the act and she guessed she was going to receive the same treatment as the last time. That meant he was going to 'punish' her.
Raw desperation enveloped her as a knife suddenly appeared in his hand and touched her leg slowly with its sharp, cutting edge.
Flaky couldn't stand it anymore. She screamed. She screamed so hard that she thought the whole restaurant turned into chaos from fear and confusion. Flippy widened his eyes and she enclosed herself with her arms, waiting for him to kill her, but he backed away and stood up rapidly, leaving her there, stretched on the seats.
He looked down on her, his fists and jaw clenched aggressively.
"You're going to get it for that." He growled menacingly, before he raised his knife, while other people were coming in their direction, probably curious about the source of the scream. Her mouth fell in terror when she realized that he was going to kill them.
He was going to kill them all.
"No." She whispered, teary eyed and desperate, and he nodded, grinning widely.
"Yes." He retorted joyously. He really seemed to be enjoying what he was about to do and that appalled her.
She didn't want to assist at those gruesome scenes, so she buried her head in her hands and stood like that, trembling wildly, her teeth clattering in her mouth and tears falling constantly down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. She trembled so hard that she believed she was going to explode. She couldn't bear the fact that those people were going to die because of her, because she had been stupid enough to scream, selfishly thinking about her own wellbeing. Someone had to put an end to that.
She had to do it. Even though he was probably going to murder her as well.
Flaky gathered all the little courage she had, sat up and went after him, decided. She could see those people's horrified faces, when they noticed that Flippy was the cause of the ruckus; they started backing away as he walked forward, looking for his first victim, and she watched the scene disturbed, feeling her stomach contents sway. It was really hard for her to interfere, to do such an insane thing like stopping him, and she had almost renounced at the idea if the guilt hadn't jabbed at her mind.
She clenched her fists tightly, inhaled deeply and her features contorted in desperation, before she ran and bumped into him, holding him away from the awestruck crowd that stared terrified at her bold action.
Flaky encircled his waist with her arms and hid her face in his back, her tears disappearing into his shirt, soaking it.
"Stop it!"
She didn't think time could freeze, but that moment almost convinced her that it was possible, because every little thing, every person, even she remained still. Not a single breath could be heard, as she stood there, stuck to Flippy, and the only thing that brought her to earth again was him.
Tremors shook her and she realized that, for the first time, she wasn't the one who was actually trembling.
It was him. He was trembling. Flaky opened her eyes carefully and bit her lip anxiously, expecting him to turn around and kill her there, on the spot. He was most surely trembling in fury, probably on the edge of madness, and she tentatively loosened her clutch, sensing the fear coming back to her, although she continued to remain attached to him.
"Please, don't do it… not again." Flaky murmured pleadingly and looked up to see him turning his head and watching her with the corner of his eye. She couldn't realize if he was mad, surprised or impressed. All those were on his face right then. It was like he was struggling with his mind and that gave her a small hope, because she didn't believe her words would actually affect him. That he would actually change his decision.
That he would fight his primal instinct to kill for her.
Flippy lowered the knife and unclenched her hands from him, before he threw her a look filled with disgust.
"Damn you." He growled.
Everyone buzzed with anticipation and nervousness as he pushed his way through them and got out of the local, furious. Then all the stares fixed her, but Flaky didn't pay attention to them.
Her eyes were wide, her face was red from crying, her mouth was slightly agape. She didn't care.
All she perceived right then was that Flippy had actually managed to make her happy after a long time, since they used to spend days together as friends.
People surrounded her and assaulted her with various questions, in alarm and curiosity.
She just smiled.