Stupid htf stories that i come up with

idk lmao

This is going to be like right after Operation tiger bomb, he has his arms intact though. And he's just overall depressed and shook.

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The bear slouched in his stool with a slight sway, the alcohol starting to course through his system. He was on his 3rd shot for the night. He truely didn't want to be here without his comrades. Of course he was granted an award for killing the general, but that isn't what he wanted. He wanted to start over, to give his friends a second chance even if it killed him. He threw his shot in the back of his throat, the burning sensation easing and slowing his senses. His ears buzzed, his nose tingled with the smell of guts. He passed the empty glass back to the bartender,signaling to keep them coming. The bartender, who looked at him with a sympathetic gaze turned away to prepare his 4th glass. With a groan, Flippy buried his face in his shaking hands. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, threatening waterworks. 

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"..You alright?" A voice questioned, sounding muted due to the alcohol limiting his hearing. He lifted his head, looking to the side at the questioner. He saw a blue squirrel wearing a dirty red mask, he didn't look much better than the soldier. He had a bloody nose and a scuffed knee, his fur was ruffled and his tail was missing a patch of fur, along with a bunch of white dust on his stomach. His knuckles appeared to be bleeding, with a beaten watch latched to his wrist. He sat down beside the bear, leaning onto the bar with his arms folded. 

".. ah, im- I'm fine." Flippy stated, wiping his eyes roughly with his forearm. The squirrel looked at him puzzled, concern woven in his features.

"..n' what about you? Look like you got ran over man." Flippy took the attention off of him, changing the subject. 

"Oh, just em..a friendly rivalry.. got a bit to heated i guess." The squirrel chuckled, scratching behind his head. Flippy looked at his knuckles, seeing them bleeding worse now. Possibly broken. 

"..if you need a small patch up i can wrap your knuckles up for ya. I'm a qualified medic." Flippy offered, smiling. "..I can see fate isn't being so kind to neither of us at the moment." 

The squirrel smiled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I have no clue how to tend to bloody knuckles." Flippy reached into his belt pack, taking out disinfectant and a bandage, setting them on the counter. The squirrel offered the bear his hand, allowing Flippy to tend to it. His face scrunched up when Flippy dabbed on the disinfectant, yet he didn't move and allowed the bear to take care of him. Flippy gently but firmly wrapped his knuckles up with the bandage, pulling firmly and fastening it with medical tape. 

"There ya go, how's it feel?" Flippy questioned, checking the rest of splendids arm for injury. 

"Feels better than it did, that's for sure," Flippy released his hand, smiling pleased at the squirrel. "My names Splendid by the way." 

The squirrel casually stated, ordering a glass of wine. "I'm Flippy." 

"Flippy." The squirrel repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. "I like that name." The squirrel complimented, crossing his legs and tucking his tail on the other side of flippys chair, scooting it slightly closer. "Ya want anything? It's the least i can do since you doctored me on the house."

"Nah, I'm good." Flippy replied, propping his elbow on the bar, accidentally bumping his shot glass he had completely forgotten about. He stared at the glass before picking it up and eyeing it intently, remembering the reason he was here.

'Maybe I want to remember this night.' Flippy decided, setting down the glass to continue his conversation with Splendid. He wouldn't forget this night, wasted or not.

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