A/N: This was on hiatus (something you don't know?), I only had a huge brainstom and I had to write it off, or else I would forget it. I also want to thank all the lovely sweethearts who reviewed the story and appreciated it. I hope you will enjoy this chapter. :) :) *glomp*

And, you know, less cussing, less graphic sexual harassment and gore? That's 17 year old me.

Anyhow, please leave a review and tell me what you think.

PS. If anything is weirding you out, I'm sorry, but my family is on vacation while I'm working, so I'm alone at home, at night. *Stares around, equips with knife* so yeah, that's the closest explanation I can come up with. Moving on.

Flaky's POV

Flaky was not that dense to not notice the familiar sergeant attire, and was even easier to use the exclusion method. No other than Flippy wore those clothes on a daily basis, and guess if this was perfect timing for revenge.

She turned so she faced him completely, feeling a powerful surge upon noticing the fear on the bear's face. Uh-huh. So now he was scared? Stupid liar; stupid faker. He couldn't trick her; he thought she was as dense as that idiot moose.

The porcupine made sure to keep her grin extra expanded.

"F-Flaky," she heard him stutter cowardly. Coward. Weakling. He should feel ashamed, "I-I can't...why?" He forced the words out, seeming not any more coprehensible sentences would come out very soon. It was alright, she could do the talking for both of them...her cue killing, and his response being death. But first; some fun.

"Why? Why? Let me tell you why, you pestering leech!" Cue walking forward, cue his cowardly steps backwards. Then cue her bat pointing underneath his chin, feeling the racing heartbeat through it's wood.

"But first, I do the talking, pansy." She thrust it upwards a little, hearing intakes of breath hence losing blocking his trachea. Oh, would she have the honor to slit it later with her bare claws...

"I'm not Flaky. My name is Flare, the inner fire of Flaky." So he seemed relieved by that piece of information, seen from his sigh of relief. What was there to put down qualms by? She wasn't done with the bastard yet!

She glared, earning reflection of her countenance. So he wasn't shaking like a leaf anymore huh? He would be soon...

"Which means; I'm representing her fury, but also...you'll like this, you sicko..." Backing off a little on her part, she put a hand around his neck, hoping it still worked for breathing apparently. Let him use it while it lasts, he wont be needing it anymore soon upon his demise.

"I also represent her sexual lust, and desire. Was that ear candy to you, now, scaredy-bear?"

Flippy's POV

Ear candy? Why? What? He didn't understand. Desire? For what? Flaky was the most pesterine angel in this sinful town, why would she be all mottled all of a sudden?

And if that were true...why was there laying corpses around?

Wait, there is blood everywhere...why wasn't he...this was mazy.

"I guess you have a lot of questions on your mind, pretty." The demonic voice called to him, and he just now realized hom much he missed Flaky's voice; the cute, pleading voice, and he had a wild guess she was trying to break free as of now.

The opposing animal threw away the bat, almost sensually, but as fast as it happened, she dove her second hand for his throat and tightened her grip like a gorilla; then slamming him into a bookshelf all the same. He gasped and gripped onto her hands, but she was undeniably strong, and he couldn't believe this was happening. Flaky wasn't known as an amazon.

Then again, she had said she wasn't Flaky, but this Flare person he wanted nothing more than to fight off with his supposedly better might, conveniently shaking her until her right sense came out and showed itself; as fast as she loosened her grip just a little.

Still, why wasn't he flipping out? If he did, she would be dead by now, surely.

...though feeling the claw's tighetened grip, he was all but unsure.

Her heavy breathing tickled his green fur. It felt strangely calming.

"You took her innocence." For the umpteenth time, she had a stronger hold on his throat, the captured's response with gagging, naturally. "You took her personality. She's incomplete. She's living in ovewhelming fear of you coming to her house to drain more of it to the last grain of salt. It's your weekly routine. Weekly routine!" She emphasized in hissing. "You must pay the price, you obnoxious fuckwad."

"It wasn't me! It wasn't! It was the other m-haaughh!" Gagging, he watching with blurry eyes at the glistening orange ones of hers. Was it just him, or was her contempt stronger now?

"Excuses, excuses. It was still you. Even if it was the most opposite personality of the sickenly sweetheart you are, it was all in all still you deep down. You're responsible. You raped her. Cold-hearted pricks like you should have shame upon your heads, as I have the intention of your death upon mine. Abhorrent rapist."

If he could swallow, he would; but her paw was halting such an action.

He barely thought rationally enough to sense the finger she trailed with her other hand over his ear, and then down the side of his head, seductively. It only made him confused the most.

"But Flaky's lust for you is in me too. While I want to have that head of yours come of your shoulders...I can't bring myself to do so, yet, for the proximity is still making my bloody veins pulsate, and I can do little about it. After all, I'm not a whole person; I'm a physical produced figment, meant to represent the darkest sides of one's character, just like Evil is to you."

He gritted teeth as he took a harsh hold of her arm so thrust it back to a pleasant distance, for the chance of speaking his mind, if only a little.

"I-it's impossible. You're lying. Flaky has no lust for me. You're a dirty, manipulative creep."

"Oh, I am now? It was not Flaky's persona who raped you."

His fear grew rapidly as she neared his face to a uncomfortable length, yet...it didn't feel that bad? No, it indeed didn't, although unwillingly, as he felt her heavy breathing just now becoming heavier than water.

"But will I." She whispered.

Huh?

A hand of hers slipped downwards, grabbing a certain place. This made Flippy grow immenesely defensive, right after his embarrassingly loud gasp.

"Wh-what, are you doing?! D-don't touch me there! L-let me go!" He struggled, but it was impeccably becoming harder and harder, and it was not the only thing becoming so; he was growing hotter and it was made worse by the subtle movement of her leg slipping inbetween, something consent with his unwilling ache.

"You didn't listen when Flaky said that." Her voice was thick and she began to lick down the side of his neck, Flippy desperately trying to hold back a moan, growing hard by the body flush against his.

It wasn't the first time thinking of Flaky...that way, but when it was about being taken against a bookshelf by said person's darker self, it was sure as hell the first time this happened.

And he hated it. He hated her. Hated the dark, twisted side of Flaky's; he missed the innocent angel he knew since long ago, as well it was twisting around his view of her. He wouldn't want to remember this ever again.

He couldn't imagine what Flaky must think of his evil self; which was hard to conceive even by his standards as a retired veteran soldier.

"Haa~ STOP IT!" He yelled at the busy procupine who were going on a faster rhythm with her hand movements. "This isn't going to change anything! It-oohhh..." He broke out, a smirking Flare as the nightmarish result.

"Will you just listen to me for 5 freaking seconds without stimulating me?!" He uttered in pure humiliation; if she wasn't going to cope with his wish, then why would he cope with hers?

He was a soldier, and a soldier shall never back out!

Despite being increasingly hard to compromise, due to her disregarding manners, he suddenly built quick strength out of his running adrenaline and kicked her on the side of her stomach. It worked; she huffed in surprise, doubled over and hunched over the floor as she dropped him harshely on the ground, landing on his behind.

Third Person POV

Looking up, she shared her glare with his, the determined spirit of his never faded despite temptation. He groped for the pocket knife in his pocket, and shakily holding it towards her. As she hoisted herself up, and saw his fear, she chuckled in amusement; her eyes blinking knowingly.

"If you're that stubborn," She put her hands on her hips. "Very well."

'Very well, very- wait, very well what?' Flippy thought.

"What do you mean by that? Don't play games!"

"Ohh, believe me, this one you will surely enjoy, if it is for the sake of saving Flaky's sanity...and your guilt." She crossed her arms confidently, walking over to him in a swaying motion and tilting his chin upwards, making his glare more evident.

"As you can see, you haven't flipped out, and it's because I have prevented you to do so." She loved the utter confusion on his cutely innocent face.

"H-how is that possible? No one has succeeded in that!" He stuttered.

"It's because I'm not a living being; I'm just a figment. Technically, you were on the edge of being technically screwed by the one you're technically attracted to, who just so technically happen to have reciprocating feelings for a coward like you."

"Wha-?" He mused for a second. Because of Flaky's innocence-thicked crush on him, she would always be shy around him. But since the first time the rape abuse began, her innocence got slowly more and more drained, and as terminal, this caused her a growing lust for the real him. While her ínnocence is still there; there still could be a chance for her not to go completely berserk with her desperation of him. Maybe...if this stopped now, it could be prevented. Although, this could all be a speculation.

"You're absolutely correct, Sherlock." He looked on in shock of her Reading his mind, which she answered with soft stroking over his cheek.

"I'm really furious, of the fact that Flaky's being humiliated, but all the same, I have a really active primal-drive, as you can see."

He didn't know what to do, other than give her a puzzled stare.

"How about this; I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. I'll let you find a cure to her madness, and until then, I'm putting a Psycho Seal on Evil so he can't corrupt your actions and visage."

"P-psycho seal? That sounds unnatural!" He said, becoming nervous again.

"It's because you're sane. I've known Evil in quite a while. We cannot connect in another way than through your subconscious mind links; which is a barrier to your stabile mind."

He raised an eyebrow, and she sighed in irritation of his supposed slowness.

"When a mind becomes split, into one good and the bad, it's the cause of traumatized experiences. Yours is created by the times in war you had, and Flaky's by the rape you caused her. You're the root of the problem. You have to fix this; or I will kill you permanently." She threatened, a brimming grin taking place on her face.

"K-kill me?"

"Yes. I will take you outside the cursed Happy Tree Town and stab you to death."

Flare almost sounded joyous how she talked, and he wondered if he should listen to her since she didn't seem really stabile at all. At the same time though he couldn't deny that everything she said made sense, and that he had to trust her word on it.

"W-what's in it for me?" After that, he wanted to slap his forehead. That was the least smart thing to say to a crazy porcupine who had him at her mercy; he would feel humiliated over this later.

To his surprise, she merely snorted.

"You, you, you. We should make a movie that's all about you. Starring you. Directed by you. Written by you." Lunging forward before he was prepared, he was once again flush against the same bookshelf, fearing that she would be trying to harass him again.

"You're deaf. I told you that it's all about self-redemption. t's not about you. It's about overcoming your guilt, face the problems like a man, and solve them. It's your obligation. If you wont, then...rip." She demonstrated with hand signals what she would plan to do on his throat, which told she would be ripping of his flesh.

He gulped. "O-ok. But how is it benefitting you? You'll disappear..."

Flare shook her head. "Once created, always created. I will not disappear; I will just become smaller and powerless to the ability of controlling Flaky."

Stepping backwards on a slow pace, she let the words sink in. He hang his head low, shutting his eyes. Flare was right. It was his fault. If he hadn't felt pressured by his family in the first place to join the military, then...he would have never created his murder persona. The persona who raped his crush and made her the caved in maniac now she had become.

It was his responsibility. His duty. Guilt. It was overtaking him; pumping in his veins and soon took power over other rational thinking, it was the most annoying sound he had ever heard, the sound of his heart...

He stood up, gave her a look. Nodded, and nothing more.

She smiled widely at this. "Good boy. Just one more thing; the Psycho Seal only holds for a week, so that's the time limit."

"Y-you didn't say anything about a time limit!"

"Now I have," she snarled, "Or maybe you want to die, soldier?"

He sighed heavily, almost feeling his thorax getting bigger due to his lungs, and let the air pull ot from his nose before he nodded very slowly.

"Very well. I will now let Flaky out. Good luck."

He watched on in great astonishment as Flare closed her eyes, let her arms loose by her sides, and let her head stay in a neutral position. Things seemed to change; he fur switched to a lighter shade of red than before, and her visage and traits of character transformed into the usual Flakiness of herself, and he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he would be able to tell Flaky, and tell her how much he cared. Finally, he would.

When it appeared to be finished, she briefly opened her eyes, blinked fast in obscurity, before closing them again and began to fall to the floor.

Instinctively, he dashed forward and caught her in his embrace, laying her softly down on the floor and let her head rest on his lap. Affected by his overwhelming feeling of security of the real Flaky beside him, he started to caress her quills in the softest motion.

Later

She let her eyes adjust to the darkness in the library, blurriness fading as she took in the environment. To her horror, she noticed corpses of Sniffles, Giggles and Petunia laying around. This realization of what she could have done made her rise fast, and it made her fail to notice the soft pillow she had rested on.

Wait...pillow?

She turned her head around to look at the person.

She wished she hadn't.

Please, not Flippy of all people.

So scared she could barely scream, she squealed in terror as she attempted an escape and instead fell face down on the floor due to her clumsiness.

"Flaky, please. You don't have to be afraid of me." He said as he approached her, not really helping her heartbeat slow down.

"S-stay away! I don't want to be treated like that anymore. I don't want you to hate me. I don't want to. Please, I don't." Flaky spoke gibberish, and it didn't surprise neither of them. It was her old self again, and it made him calmer.

"I...I will explain matters later, Flaky. You need rest."

"So you can murder me in my sleep? I'm sorry, but...I think you're lying!" She yelled, crouching back on the floor which didn't help since Flippy walked closer and closer to her and the distance holding the same feet radius.

How was he going to convince her? She was an abused victim of his many sexual harrassments, what was he to do? He couldn't just state matters and expect her to believe him out of the blue.

Maybe...no. Yes.

He took the same pocket knife as before, which didn't really aid to make her less scared, but he had to do it.

He...he had to trust Flare on her word.

And with that, he slit a huge wound on his arm.

Flaky had a short screech.

Flippy awaited the moment he could be flipping out of the smell and look of blood. He waited for his persona to take over, corrupt him, and potentially murder Flaky.

To his relief, nothing happened. It occurred as such that Flare did, indeed, put a barrier to Evil. He let himself relax; letting the relief of being temporarily sane calm his senses and hopefully Flaky's.

He looked to her again. She looked at him. She shook; trembled lower lip. Disbelief, written all over. Cute little paws held close to her chest to boot.

Flaky, please...come to me. Please.

As if she had read his thought, she crept towards him on all fours, as if she was running out of time and didn't have enough of it to stand up. He closed in on her to save time.

Close enough, she stood. She tilted her head, observed with her huge, ruby eyes he had missed so much, growing sick of the malicious orange ones. He let her take in his features, anything, anything to convince her who he really should be to her; thanking for the thousand time to Flare for holding her word.

So long it took, that it almost scared him when she quickly raised a hand and snapped her fingers. He just blinked, but other than that, nothing.

In the obscure room of the library, the dark in deep contrast to the light they saw in each other that time, she felt completely calm for the first time in her life. And he noticed this, taking a deep shaky breath as he watched her observe the supposed homicidal maniac not giving in to his darker side.

Then she let herself retrieve her childlike innocence from the first time they became friends, overcame her fears just for a Little moment, and dove forward.

She even think she scared him when she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, holding him closely to her and she let herself get lost in his bear scent; missing the moment she would feel it again. Now she finally had it.

The real Flippy. Not the ego-centered Evil side, but the real. The original.

Flippy then hugged back, feeling more responsible than ever when she clung to him more for dear Life, feeling his jacket being wettened by her tears.

This week would be the biggest change in their lives.

A/N: I hope you liked it. If you did, review. If you didn't, review. If you don't understand a word or a single plot point in here, review. Everyone is welcome with my open arms. :)

Good night, don't let the bed bugs bite *grin*