(Re-Write) The Soldier's Superhero

Chapter 14

Splendid wouldn't leave his room after Splendont left.

Flippy felt like shit, seeing him laying in bed, unmoving with tears streaming endlessly down his face. He didn't know what to do. He had never comforted anyone before except for himself and Fliqpy.

Fuck... fuck, what do I do?

He moved towards the bed hesitantly. When Splendid stayed put, he climbed onto the bed slowly, touching his shoulder softly.

"Splendid. Do you want to eat something?" He tried.

He watched Splendid sniff pitifully before shaking his head "no." He frowned more. Splendid hadn't eaten in three days. His phone was ringing off the hook since the weekend ended, from his civilian job considering it every contact that called had the title "Newspaper" beside it. Flippy couldn't answer because why would he be with Splendid's alter-ego?

Flippy felt helpless. It was different from feeling helpless with Fliqpy. This kind... it made him feel like he was sinking in a deep, dark hole he couldn't crawl up from. He wanted to help Splendid. He wanted to heal his clearly broken heart.

Unsure of what to do, he pulled the top half of Splendid's torso onto his lap and gently scratched his scalp. Unfortunately, it only seemed to make him sob more, curling in on himself and burying his face into Flippy's thighs were he could feel tears staining his pants.

Oh, Splendid...
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Pathetic.

He watched through their eyes. Looking down at Splendid's pitiful form feeling a cluster of emotions swirling in their chest that he blocked off from Flippy.

("Men don't cry!")

He felt irritation rising in him. Seriously, this man? Was he even a man? All he did was cry and act like a woman. He couldn't stand seeing Splendid like this. It made him angry. It made him want to beat those stupid tears off his face.

He wanted to take control.

He watched Splendid wipe his face, still sobbing,  but grabbed Flippy's hand when he tried to move his arm away. A strange flutter tickled his — metaphorical — chest.

How dare that red-headed meatball leave?

Fliqpy felt himself pause at that.

Why did he think that?
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Splendid cried himself dry after a couple more hours of crying. He felt like absolute shit. His eyes were burning from crying, he had a massive headache, and his stomach hurt from not eating. He was missing work and would get chewed out later by Lumpy. His friends were probably worried. He didn't even know how the town was doing in his absence.

He felt like a failure.

But he couldn't get up and get through it.

It was like this seven years ago.

That horrible empty feeling he constantly woke up to every morning for two years straight after Splendont left. He had never been alone before.

And now he felt it again.

He hates me. He hates me and it's all my fault again.

Splendid felt himself wanting to weep again. He choked on his sobs and tried covering his mouth, only to be stopped by Flippy, who was still holding him in his lap.

"You can cry on me, Splendid." He said softly, gently rubbing his wrists. "I won't leave you. No matter what."

Splendid stared at him, tears falling down the sides of his face. He whimpered then and let his sobs out. Everything still hurt. He couldn't stop the hurt, no matter how hard he tried to keep it in.