After getting his hands fixed and recovering fully, flippy started fighting again.
He found himself in a sorry state, as he lost the only two animals who cared about him. Who wanted him. He lost the only family he ever knew.
For the first few weeks after they died, he would cry his eyes out at night.
This only made him resent the enemy more. All he really wanted now was revenge. His life had one purpose now: to defeat the enemy. The enemy that stripped him of the only thing that made him happy. Realizing this changed flippy's morals for a while. He lost all sense of right and wrong. He didn't care how much blood he got on his hands, just so long as the enemy died. He didn't care how painful things would be, as long as he won. He knew deep down he threw the knife that killed sneaky, but he didn't care. He believed it was all the enemy's fault.
Just like that, Flippy took on the hard, cruel, bloodthirsty personality of the monster with yellow eyes. But, underneath all f that, he was still the same young cub who just wanted his friends back.
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