Requested by @pickled_pup
Your alter is just as bad as Flippy's but you had a bit more control over them than he did.
It seemed like both his and your alter still believed you two were still in war.
For over ten years after the war had ended and you were entered in a peace period, it seemed like the others didn't quite catch the memo.
With almost every day without fail.
Something ticks his off, and then soon yours would follow.
Because when something were to happen in war, you would be by Flippy's side through it all.
And so did them on Fliqpy's .
In war, you both were dubbed the angels of death.
The name... it fit. well... because it was true.
Everyone in your path was killed in an instant.
And other alter and Fliqpy were unstoppable.
You still have nightmares.
Sometimes when you think it was in the clear, all day without incident.
Night time was a different story.
Lying In bed, Flippy had just made his nightly routine of checking if the doors and windows were locked before heading to bed himself.
It was usually when you reminded to places he'd usually forget to lock, like the back room window, and kitchen window.
Flippy smiled, and nodded reassuringly and lifted the covers and lowered himself to the unoccupied spot on the bed.
"We're safe." He whispered as he kissed your forehead.
Despite his own paranoia, Flippy always knew how to keep yours on the low.
Even if it meant he had to keep out of his comfort zone, making sure that you're safe before him.
Deep down, he knew both of you weren't safe.
But not from anyone outside.
But from inside.
Inside themselves.
But to keep them out, he had to keep you at bay to keep himself at bay.
It is a tough battle to fight, but it is conquered with each and everyday and if neither one of you give up, the other won't.
