AN: Sorry for being MIA for the past couple of days! Had a couple of time management issues going on, so I couldn't update. But as promised, here is the second chapter!

DotDotDot13: Thank you for the review, it's very appreciated! I used MS Word to write, so it looked pretty long on that-I had no clue how much shorter it would be on FF! I tried to make this chapter longer as a result.

KimmyG15: I'm glad you like it, I'll try my best to update frequently!

therosiesweetheart: The fact that Evil's an ass is what makes me love him :D

DragonGamer0713: Thanks for the insightful review! You brought up some very good ideas and points and I would be happy to use them in future chapters, with your consent of course.

For now, enjoy!

He got there early enough that there was just one other person in the room.

"Hi, Sniffles," Flippy said, taking a seat next to the scientist, who was madly scribbling in his notebook. "So, what're you working on this time?"

"Notimetotalkgottawrite," his friend muttered in reply. As usual, his pale blue hair was impeccably groomed, with his bangs cut evenly-much unlike Flippy's tousled mess. He paused for a moment and then looked up warily, his square glasses perched precariously on his nose. "Is he under control?"

That was a sensitive topic, but Sniffles was always blunt and to the point. Flippy stared pointedly at his combat boots and said brusquely, "Yeah."

Sniffles barely nodded, but Flippy could tell he was satisfied nonetheless. The sound of pencil scratching away at the notebook paper resumed. Well, that was a lie.

He didn't know, to be honest. Fliqpy had completely shut up as soon as he had left the house, which was odd and frankly rather unsettling. He supposed that was the point, but regardless of whether it was intentional or not, it was not the best thing to think about. He peered over at Sniffles' notepad, which was full of complicated math problems and formulas that made his eyes glaze over. There was no point feigning interest.

So he took the time to admire the décor in the room, and noted how incredibly well furnished it was. He was sitting at a large, circular table draped with white cloth. There was a crystal chandelier hanging directly overhead them (something that made him nervous, he knew what sort of luck they had here), the walls were a pastel pink, and the floor was finely carpeted. It had an air of elegance to it, and Flippy caught his mind wandering off, wondering what it would look like stained with blood. He grimaced. That wasn't supposed to happen.

He was about to chide himself, but at that moment the rest of the party arrived, and suddenly Flippy found himself unconsciously smoothing his messy hair, though in vain.

Cuddles. Giggles. Petunia. Handy. Disco Bear. Mime. Even Lumpy was there, though whose idea it had been to invite him no one knew. All of them filed in and took their respective seats.

But his eyes only saw one person. There she was, in all of her [shy] glory, wearing a silky red dress that, despite its modest appearance, still managed to show off her curves nicely. She wasn't the most well endowed, but her hourglass figure made up for that bit. Her unusually quill-like hair, complete with signature flakes, flowed down her back in a wave of red-

"Earth to Flippy. How long've ya been here?" Cuddles asked, already reclining in his seat.

"What? Oh, a couple of minutes. I just arrived," Flippy said, snapping back to reality.

Cuddles grunted in response, already reaching for the basket of bread in the center of the table.

Flippy looked around. "Wait, where's Splendid?"

"Oh, he's busy saving people," Giggles said with a high-pitched laugh. "He's so dreamy."

Cuddles choked a bit on the slice of bread he was currently devouring. "And I'm not?" he spluttered indignantly. Crumbs flew from his mouth as he spoke.

Giggles patted his back reassuringly. "No, no, honey, I still love you."

The rest of the dinner was rather uneventful, mostly just small talk. The food was delicious, as it always was, though nothing spectacular. In fact, the only heart-pounding moment was this:

Hello, sweetheart, Fliqpy purred. The words were syrupy enough, but his tone was dripping with malice and pure hate. Miss me?

"What the-" he caught himself just in time and looked down at his plate, embarrassed by all of the people suddenly staring at him.

"F-flippy, are you okay?" Flaky asked. Oh god, her voice was heavenly. He felt himself melting at the sound of it, but thought better and cleared his throat.

Quiet laughter that could pass for gentle, were it not so ominous. I'm all right, bitch. But you won't be, as soon as I break FREE-

"Thank you, but I'm fine. I just, uh, have to get some fresh air." He stood, excusing himself.

There was a bout of raucous, drunken laughter from Giggles and Petunia. "Leaving so soon?" Giggles slurred, still clasping a bottle of vodka in her hand. "We've hardly had any fun. Let's go make some," she said with a hiccupping laugh. The two girls stood unsteadily, swaying back and forth on their feet. Petunia couldn't hold up to the task and promptly collapsed, causing his friends to swoop to her aid. Giggles, though, clamped onto Flippy's arm. He assumed she had to throw up or something.

He sighed and she smiled triumphantly, tottering to the door (using a very reluctant Flippy for support). Flippy swore he felt someone watching them, but when he turned around, there was nobody looking at the two of them, though Flaky was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. She is so cute, he thought, but his focus snapped right back to Giggles, who was tugging insistently at his arm. Annoyed, he followed her out the door.

It was dark outside, being nighttime, and there were only a few cars puttering around. Happytown, though notorious for its daily murders, was generally left alone by people not willing to experience them in full. Flippy felt a slight unease at the ominousness of the entire scene, which only grew as he realized she was leading him into a nearby, and very dark, alley.

"Giggles, this isn't a good idea-"

"C'mon, Flippy, don't be a killjoy," she said with a bit of irritation creeping into her voice. Flippy decided that, under these circumstances, it was probably best to comply, stall until she passed out, and then carry her back indoors.

The alley wasn't as dark as he had originally thought it as, but it was still rather dim. That in itself was a shock, but not nearly as much as the one he got when Giggles began grinding on top of him.

Her dyed pink bangs fell into her face as she furiously worked away. Flippy got an eyeful of her glossy pink lips, which matched her hair (of course), her pink eyeshadow and her overly powdered face. At the current moment, she was clouded over with lust and want, which practically oozed off of her. He accidentally breathed in-and almost choked. What the hell? Who wore bubblegum perfume?

"So," she said in that same intoxicated slur. "Where d'ya live?"

Oh god.

She's pressing me for information.

She wants to know where I live.

So she can kill me.

Those were the first thoughts that went off in his mind, his slightly drunken, anxious, stuck-in-overdrive mind, and consequently the transformation happened near instantly.

His irises took on a sharp yellow hue, not unlike those of a hawk's. He suddenly towered over her, as if he had shot up in height. His eyes, usually filled with warmth and thought, were now those of a madman-crazed, insane, and lusting for blood. Fliqpy grinned at her, and, despite herself, a cold chill ran down her spine upon seeing those sharp, sharp fangs.

"Get the fuck off of me, and stay the fuck off."

Giggles, even in her drunken state of mind, froze. His voice held no traces of teasing or arousal or any attempt at humor-no, it was cold, low, and deadly. And it was far too familiar.

"W," she managed to get out.

"Why the fuck would you choose an alley, of all places? You're just making everything too easy for me."

"Why-"

"Shut it, whore."

Fliqpy shoved her off of him, and was none too kind about it. She slammed against the brick wall hard-there was a loud crushing noise-and slid down, the alcohol nulling the pain…for about five seconds.

And then it hit her, full force. Giggles doubled over in a scream that would have been audible, had it not been for the fact that her throat had been unceremoniously ripped out. Blood poured from the gaping wound as she gargled wordless pleas, the red and raw tissues lining the inside of her neck clearly visible. Fliqpy sighed with annoyance as she scrabbled at his jacket, begging for help. He grabbed hold of her lower jaw and, with inhuman strength, delivered a ferocious blow that knocked it clean off. The jawbone skidded to the end of the sidewalk, where it shattered and lay ominously. Giggles' tongue lolled down, stained with crimson, rendering her voiceless, speechless, and helpless.

"Where do you think you're gonna get in life, slut?"

Giggles just barely managed to look up, and saw his blurry figure towering over her, with that same twisted grin playing across his face as he stared down at her bloody, dismembered body. She gargled something that must have meant "Flippy", and the sadistic smile was instantly dropped.

"The name's Fliqpy," he growled at Giggles, who was slowly losing consciousness. "Don't you ever fucking dare call me Flippy. Got it?" The veteran flicked his wrist casually and his signature bowie knife slid into his hand, which he drove into the dying girl's head. "Get it-through-your head," he said with gritted fangs, shoving it deeper into her skull with every word. There was a satisfying crunch as her skull splintered into shards of bone before his very eyes, and he was getting an odd pleasure from it. A sort of high. No way could she have survived that, but he checked just to make sure.

No pulse. That was good.

Fliqpy dislodged his knife from the dead girl's skull with ease and stuck it into his belt, not bothering to clean off its crimson stains. Frankly, he was amused-what idiot brings me, of all people, to an alley-as he discarded Giggles' body in the conveniently located Dumpster. He knew that the annoying brat would regenerate the next day, but it was fine. What needed to be done had been done. He walked out of the alley, making it a point to step on Giggles' shattered jawbone, which still made a pleasing crunching noise.

Although Fliqpy was not the sort of person to think too hard about things, he made an exception just this once. What would strike Flippy the hardest?

And then it hit him. His bowie knife, now joined by a tiny, tiny wire, slid into his hand as his signature grin spread across his face. Time to rejoin the party.

Flippy regained consciousness in his bed, which struck him as odd. He didn't exactly remember passing out at the restaurant, which left only one logical conclusion…

So, Flippy, that goddamn voice crooned in his head, what does it feel like, having Flakers hate you now?

Flippy just buried his head in his hands, a chill running down his spine, already knowing what he meant.

Because you know she does, it said, changing from a mocking coo to a downright snarl. She doesn't ever want to fucking be around you again, and do you know why? You're a bastard. A cruel, cold-blooded, heartless bastard that killed all of her friends. What's that? You don't know what happened? Bullshit. You and I both know that you have a perfect understanding on what just happened. But you know, I think I'll recap for you. That porcupine bitch you're so 'in love' with? You killed all of her friends. You killed all of her friends except for her, so that she had to watch every single murder right in front of her eyes. Killing. It's all you're good for, will ever be good for, because nobody here likes you. In fact, why don't you just pack up and leave this place? Did you see the way she looked at you? Do you think it was loving? Do you think it was happy, or excited or glad? If you think so, and I know you want to believe it, then you're the greatest fucking IDIOT alive.

Flippy trembled, breathing hard. Because he was right. And he could never forgive himself for making his love, his one real love, hate him forever and ever. The worst part was, he was the guilty, he was the culprit, he was the murderer, and no one had ever loved a murderer.

Inside his head, Fliqpy chuckled darkly. All was going according to plan.