Summary:

Old story that will never be finished but I'm posting what I wrote years ago here for kicks, if someone would like to finish this I could give them the basic layout and plan and maybe collab or something, idc.

Flippy gets hurt in a terrible way by an unknown attacker. This is how he falls, struggles back upward, keeps getting knocked down, but carries on like a soldier.

Story contains an OC or two because the canon cast is barely twenty characters and the background characters are so undeveloped that they were of no use to me writing this fanfic so I was basically forced to add in an OC or two or go super OOC with the cast and I tried to keep everyone in character.

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Chapter 1: Confusion and ShockChapter Text

Flippy whistled aloud as he drove, he was heading home for the night. "Hmm, I think I'll take a shortcut and get home in time to watch one of my T.V shows." He thought, smiling at himself, best idea he'd had all day.

He hummed along in his head, the car's headlights cut the darkness and he took peace in the light. A blur appeared from the bushes, something ran in front of him, it looked like a - deer!

He hit the brakes, barely missing the animal who stared at him in terror before bounding off.

"Phew, that was really close." Flippy wiped his face and tried to calm his jittery nerves.

Thump!

Something landed on the hood, before he knew it, the windshield erupted in a shower of glass . . . And all went black.

Something cold was pressed against his face, that much he knew. He shifted slightly in his semi-conscious state.

"Look, he's moving, I think he might be coming to." A voice said, the cold thing was gently lifted from his face.

Groaning, he fought to become conscious even more, the weight of his weariness was so heavy he felt like giving in. . .

"Ungh . . . " Flippy awoke with a jerk, he felt as though he had been shoved through a meat grinder, of course, considering where he lived, that was a possibility. That dream . . . what . . . happened? Was it real? I don't remember anything else.

He opened his eyes, or at least tried to, one of his eyes wouldn't open all the way and hurt like hell, the other also felt tender, but worked just fine. He was willing to bet that he had acquired a brutal shiner somehow.

He gazed about, quickly taking in his surroundings. He saw that he was in the hospital, and the others were around him, Toothy held a bag of ice, which explained the cold substance he'd felt upon his face moments earlier. He also noticed his paws were tied down to the bed with the kind of straps you'd see used in an asylum, a sheet covered him from the waist down, his chest and left leg was bandaged and his legs were propped up at a higher angle, the latter made him even more confused than all the mind-boggling ones before, why would they prop his legs up like that?

They must have noticed his confusion, because Sniffles gave the other tree friends a look that made them nod and leave, the only ones that stayed were Giggles and Flaky who were wearing nurse uniforms. The anteater undid the straps, allowing the bear to move more. Flippy noticed the anteater was dressed in a doctor's garb. Lumpy must've been unavailable, He mused, the moose always jumped at the chance to "help" a happy tree friend, even though said help was so unorthodox that it almost always killed them twice as painfully as normal.

Sitting upright hurt a great deal, but he managed it, even if he did have to bite his cheek not to whimper. Sure he'd been trained to withstand pain in the army, but he felt as if his ass had been split in two.

"I'm sorry about these, you see, you were so violent earlier that we had to restrain you." He said as he examined the bear closely, for some reason Flippy felt defensive, but the previous comment made him gasp softly.

"Violent?" Flippy echoed, fearfully. Evil hadn't taken over had he? It had been months sense he'd last flipped. He couldn't let himself transgress again! Fearfully, he gazed at the male, hoping for an answer.

"You were so traumatized that you didn't even recognize us." Giggles told him,

Flaky tried not to grimace in sympathy when she gazed at the sheet, what was wrong? Flippy tried to move his legs, but suddenly felt a horrendous pain that made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Easy there, you were really dinged up when we found you . . . "

"I was?" He murmured, racking his brain in hopes of remembering. "Did I die?"

"No, although given the circumstances, you might wish otherwise." Sniffles said, Flippy gave him a bewildered look.

Why would I wish that? Sure death is natural here and we revive the next day, but we never really wish for it.

"Do you know how long you've been asleep?" Flaky muttered, stammering a bit.

He shook his head. The closest clock in the room said one in the afternoon, when had he fallen asleep last? Flippy stopped trying to remember, shrugged, and harbored a guess, "Five hours?"

"No, try four days." Giggles said, straightening her bow before picking up a cup with a straw and offering him a drink.

He sipped it hungrily, before choking as he finally realized exactly what she'd said, Flaky patted him upon the back as he coughed and wheezed, making his throat raw and his chest ache.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He exclaimed, his throat raspier than before.

Flaky and Giggles exchanged nervous glances, "Is this normal?" the chipmunk asked.

"I don't know, whenever I get really upset I block things out." Flaky replied.

He gazed uncertaintly, still feeling as though he was being kept in the dark. What weren't they telling him?

"Did something bad happen to me?" He asked, eyes wide.

Sniffles touched Flippy's arm, the bear jerked away for some reason, Why did I just jerk away? I'm not afraid of Sniffles, but when he touched me, I just don't understand . . .

Sniffles nodded as if he was taking notes for later and touched the bear's arm once more, instantly Flippy seized it, gripping it so roughly that the bone was ready to shatter. His eyes went from angry to confused and he looked at his paws in surprise.

And yet when Flaky had touched him he hadn't shied away . . . why was he so cautious about Sniffles? He groaned, "Why did I just do that?"

"That's part of being traumatized, you see Flippy, you were raped."

Chapter 2: Denial And Grief

The bear's eyes opened wide, wider than most thought possible. "What kind of sick trick is this?" He screamed, baring his teeth and clenching his fists. He went to move his legs, but once again that unbearable(ooh, bad pun) pain shot up his spine. He shook his head, this wasn't happening, this was NOT happening!

Why him? Why him, he was a guy for crying out loud, what kind of sick freak raped males? He knew about homosexuals, had gotten along just fine with them, he gave them their space, they gave him his, but he didn't think any guy - straight, gay, bisexual, or just flat out confused went around raping other guys! It was beyond degrading, it was . . . sickening!

He trembled, trying to control the raging emotions, he'd been raped, by who? How? When? Why? The last one that he wanted answered was vital.

His distress made him shiver and writhe, pain shot up his spine and he felt even sicker, knowing what was coming, he leaned over the rail and gestured wildly towards a trashcan, Flaky immediately caught on and fetched it, holding it beneath the bear's face. Flippy began puking and retching, whatever he had last eaten - more than likely it had been food through a food tube- came up. He began dry heaving, the jerking of his chest sending even more pain up his spine.

Finally, after a few more minutes of dry heaving and gasping, he managed to calm his breathing. "I don't understand . . . " He wailed, taking a tissue from Flaky and cleaning his face up, the used tissue went into the puddle of vomit that covered the entire bottom of the trashcan. Flaky sat the can aside, looking emphatically at him.

Sniffles lifted his notepad, and flipped back, gazing at the writing. "I'll answer everything I can and try to explain what little information we've acquired."

"H-h-h-ow the hell did this happen?" He shouted, his words were laced with a hysterical tone that didn't match how close to going ballistic he was.

"Now, Flippy, don't panic, if you panic you'll start hurting yourself even more." Giggles chided, unafraid of said bear's outburst.

"Panic!" Flippy shrieked, "I'm beyond panicking, I'm freaking losing my mind!"

Sniffles held up his hands. "Deep breaths, calm yourself, the damage to your . . . " He was oddly hesitant to say the word, even though he knew many scientific terms for it, he didn't feel right saying anus, rear end, or even sphincter. "Err, you know, was really severe, you'll have to spend a long time healing before you can walk without feeling excruciating pain."

The bear's eyes twitched, similar to how they used to, but they didn't change colours, the twitch wasn't the beginnings of a flip-out, it was a nervous reaction. ". . . You mean . . . the pain there is because of - shit!" He snarled, his paws clutching at the side-rails as he growled and felt tears flow down his cheeks. A dream, please let this all be a dream. I can handle dying accidentally, I can handle being killed, but I can't handle this.

"How much pain are you in?" Sniffles inquired.

Flippy gave him a look that told him if his ass wasn't inflamed to the point that he was incapable of getting up, he would have beat the shit out of him. "What do you think?"

"I take it I'd better up the morphine dosage."

Flippy nodded weakly, "That would ease the physical pain." But the mental pain was throbbing inside his head rapidly.

Sniffles hooked a second bag of morphine to the IV pole and Giggles found a vein to stick the IV needle into, Flippy didn't even blink when the needle pierced his skin, compared to everything else, that was a tickle.

"When, where, why, how, who?" He babbled, his words weak and fluttery as he tried to grasp onto even a tiny shred of his sanity.

"Four days ago, I found you along side the road in a puddle of blood and . . . semen unconscious. Your car's windshield was shattered and it appeared as though there had been quite a scuffle. I don't know why, I really don't, no one had a motive to do this as far as I know, us happy tree friends rarely hold any grudges. Who is along the same lines of why, I don't know, it doesn't appear very likely it was one of us, unless one of the newer arrivals did it, do you remember anything?"

He shook his head, but then realized that he did know a little. "I remember just a smidgen, I was driving home and too the shortcut, a deer bolted in front of the car, and then I hit the breaks. . . I heard a thump and when I looked up, something was on top of the hood, then the windshield exploded, and that's all I remember."

"That's a start." Flaky said, her eyes wide, "When you suffer a traumatic event, it takes varying amounts of time to remember these things, but a little bit already means you'll probably remember more later, although . . . maybe not the worst parts."

Sniffles seemed to hang on Flaky's words. Flippy didn't understand why, upon his blank stare, Sniffles explained, "She's an expert on trauma, I didn't have enough time to dig out any books, so I decided to request her help."

He nodded wearily, but still felt uncomfortable about these two females knowing his fate let alone the males. "Do the . . . uh, other tree friends know?"

Giggles gave him a reassuring grin, "I told them off when they started inquiring, they think you broke your tailbone in a car crash and hit your face on the windshield so hard it shattered and cut you."

"Thank you." He murmured, his eyes drooping halfway shut, he felt so much pain in his body that it was exhausting. "Uh, where's my beret?" He asked suddenly, realizing it wasn't on his head.

Flaky left and came back with a bag, she pulled out the object he had requested. "I stopped by your house and got your clothes, but you can't have your jacket yet."

Giggles placed something in his paw, he saw it was his same old dog tags, although the ball chain was new. "Sniffles found this in the car, it must have been broken in the scuffle." She told him.

He took it and held it close, Flaky placed the beret upon his head and smiled, "There, don't worry, we won't judge you, we will always be your friends, and this . . . er, incident, hasn't changed my opinion of you."

He nodded, a small forced smile crossing his mouth before he shut his eyes and dozed off, he briefly wondered if he would sleep or just have nightmares.