Deeply Disturbed

Chapter 1

(A/N: Characters are in their animal forms)

As Flaky lay in her bed, she wondered how she was going to die next. Ripped in half? Heavy blood loss? She had no clue, but she was calm.

By now, the town of the "Happy Tree Friends" have lost all hope on safety from, or, at the least, lifting their curse.

"It's nature here," you'll hear the ridiculously happy residents say. "It's normal."

Now, I know you're all thinking, 'How is this normal? How can you be so happy?'

Well, the answer is: they've grown bored of fear. It's nothing but a guessing game, a big charade. The uselessness of living took them all over. There was no need for police, because every time someone stole, or killed, or used drugs, it would all be started over the next day, so God could see what he could do next to the helpless critters. Nothing but death filled their minds.

Only one green bear was thinking of something else.

His name was Flippy, and every day, he had to fight off his evil half. He had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which he had obtained after fighting in the US Army. After realizing the battle wasn't over, he spent every day either killing off all of his friends, or killing himself. Technically speaking, of course. It was eating him up inside knowing that he could snap at any given moment, and kill every person he knew just so they could say, "It's okay, I'm used to it" the next day.

Everyone loved Flippy, and had the intention to make him feel better about himself. Flaky, of course, was put onto the job, and that is what led her to wonder about how she would die today.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door. She hopped off of her mattress and ran downstairs to answer it. Once she reached her doormat, she looked out the little peep hole, and saw a sweaty green bear waiting outside, looking around.

"Oh!" Flaky gasped, then opened the door. "Come on in, Flippy, I've been expecting you."

"So they put you up to this?" Flippy asked suddenly, walking in the door and wiping his feet. Flaky panicked.

"Of c-course not! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Flippy gave the "Really?" look at Flaky and she sighed, obviously defeated.

"Alright, alright," she muttered, noticing how lovely her tree-bark floors were. "Everyone made me help you feel better about...him."

"Don't bother, no one's gonna help me 'feel better' because we'll all just wake up tomorrow only to be either killed my accident, or brutally murdered by me. It's no use making me happier about my ugliest side! Try to understand my pain, and let me leave, alright?"

Flaky furrowed her brows and squinted. She really couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her best friend, Soldier Flippy of the USA Army, was giving up on everything, he was going to become a hollow of a person like everyone else. Tears filled her eyes just thinking about it.

"No."

"What?"

"No. You're not going to give up on happiness and hope just like that. I know all of us made you think this way, I can tell, but...don't listen to them," Flaky looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot, and her cheeks soaking wet. "Don't turn up like me."

Flippy scrunched up his face in an angry way. His eyes narrowed down to slits, and he tore away from her depressing gaze.

"There's nothing to look forward to anymore, Flaky!" he shouted to the front door, which was tightly shut. "I have nothing to do but keep myself from destroying every bit of life in this town!"

"That's not true!"'

"Then look me in the eyes and say it!"

Flippy threw his body around, and grabbed Flaky by the shoulders. She flinched at this sudden abuse, and tried not to stare at the wall, and look him in the eyes. But, his stare was burning a invisible hole through her body.

She took in what she thought was her last breath, and furrowed her brows again, this time in a serious fear.

"That isn't true. You have so many good things that'll happen to you," she started with. "Life here isn't all about death, it's also about friendship. We have so many memories that if you just throw it all away for some depression flash, then I'll just likely burst. This isn't you, but, we can't make it out to be like that. I want to help you, I want to care for you, and make you feel safe, and, most of all, I want to help you tame...him so all of your troubles will be over. And...I-I've always sorta...l-liked you..."

Without another word, Flaky, her body trembling in fear, and carefully kissed Flippy. His eyes opened wide, then he went with it, dropping the young girl. She put her hands around her love's waist, starting to like the warmth of his fur.

Soon, they had to release each other for air. Flaky was blushing, and looking right into his black Pac-Man shaped eyes. She then let go of him walked over a couple of feet away, her arms hugging her sides tightly.

"I-I'm sorry, I have no idea what I was thinking and—"

She was interrupted by a pair of furry lips brushing against hers, then, when they released, a chuckle.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

Her eyes welled up with excitement and fear. She was now going to have a monster to deal with, not to mention this guy's depression.

'Oh no...' she thought, realizing her situation and letting out a fake smile. 'I'm so screwed...'

End of Chapter 1

Alright, this is...it. I wanna know if you who are reading this like it, so, please review. I'm not making you or anything, it'd just help a lot. ^^ Thank you all for reading this cheesy, crappy chapter, I really appreciate it. Hope to make even more chapters in the near future, and hear from everypony! (Yes I'm a brony!)