Flipping Between (FlippyXFlaky)

Broken Window

Finally, the veteran had found the restroom (-don't judge me. I prefer the word restroom. It rolls of the tounge!-). He sighed, his shoulder aching. Why didn't I just leave the bag!? Then again, they do seem the curious type. Golden eyes met the ragged appearance of the owner. He looked a mess. Clothes stained with dirt and... He looked pale. Sickly so. Dark circles under his eyes didn't help him look better. Yawning, the shook himself awake, before turning on the tap. He rolled his sleeve up, letting the cold sensation wash over his padded paw. The pristine, crystal clear water was stained by a thin red.

Biting his lip, and ignoring his teeth drawing blood, he yanked some of the sharp 'hairs' out, more crimson escaping, and mixing with the water, and making a pinkish colour. Eventually, he got all of them out, and was ready to apply some disinfectant, just in case.

It may have been him, but... his friends' laughter didn't sound right anymore. He couldn't place the difference, just that there was one. Was it... louder? More people laughing too? But, who would've joined in? There was no one else in. Then, another voice laughed too. A voice he'd never forget. But... it couldn't have been... there was no physical, possible way. Flippy looked up from his hand at the mirror, seeing a figure behind him. The figure he knew couldn't be there. Yet, there he stood. Clear as a summer (-my summers are full of rain! Thanks Britain-) morning.

General Chuff. General of TIGER. Tenacious Institution of Giving Emancipation Regiment. A tall, muscled tiger, with a coat of fur, consisting of a deep blue. One paw was replaced with a robotic claw. Basically, he looked like your general (-ayyyyy! Accidental puns!-) bad guy.

He spun round, hoping it was his mind playing tricks on him, and it was just a blue towel or something. Much to his dismay, the figure was still there. He couldn't find his voice. He couldn't even scream for help. He was frozen in place, his mouth open slightly.

A red circle began leaking from around his face. Is that... blood!? Then, his face began peeling down, falling to the floor with a splat. The bear quickly covered his mouth, gagging. He whimpered quietly, which was even quieter due to being muffled. His eyes were locked onto the face, his jaw, arms, legs, and even breathing were shaky. He could only pry his eyes away when he saw the faceless General began to descend upon him. There was only one exit Flippy could reach was a window. It was small, and high up (-based upon the window we have in our bathroom. It's just a bit larger so he can fit out ;) -) but definitely his only option. He grabbed a knife from his pocket. It was a BC-41. (- Here a small thing I found online, just to describe it better. 'The BC-41 was a combined Knuckleduster/dagger weapon used during World War II by the British commandos for close combat and in ambush situations'. There. It works as a knuckleduster and a knife. Boom!-). He leapt up, grabbing the windowsill. Grunting slightly, he pulled himself up, before smashing the glass with the knife. Then, as hastily as he manage through the small gap- and trying to avoid getting himself cut- he slipped out, landing on the grass, damp mud squishing beneath his boots. Immediately as he made contact with the ground, he darted off, not even looking back.

(-Back to where the last chapter ended-)
The red porcupine was the first out of the room, being the one who could sense that Flippy was upset. She knew the look he had as he left the room. It was a look she wore often. An anxious look. A scared look. A frantic look. She felt bad for not saying anything. What if that fear caused him to hurt himself? What if he needed support? He's obviously not used to things. She should've said something.

She reached the bathroom door, hesitating. What if he was mad at her? If he knew she knew, he could be pissed she didn't help him. Mustering her courage, she gently tapped the door.
"...F- f- Flippy?..." she murmured, barely managing to be loud enough to hear. No response came. No movement, no words, no sounds... Nothing. Flaky panicked, her friends clearly seeing it. Toothy moved in front of her, banging on the door.
"Flippy! You in there!?" He asked, much louder than Flaky. Still nothing.
"We're coming in," he continued, toning his voice down. Toothy twisted the handle, thankful it was open. The inside was a shock to everyone. A small amount of blood stained the floor and sink. No one had noticed he was bleeding besides Flaky.
"W- what happened!? Where did the blood come from!?" Giggles whimpered, Petunia shoving in front to clean the mess.

"Y- you didn't notice h- he was bleeding?" Flaky asked, everyone looking suprised at her; except from Petunia, being too distracted making the room look neat, "h- his paw had some o- of my quills stuck in."

"Ouch!"

A squeak of pain caught everyone's attention. Petunia held her paw, which was bleeding slightly. While she was scrubbing the floor, she'd cut herself on a piece of glass.
"I found the broken glass," she stated, wondering where the glass had come from.

"And I found the source..." Giggles announced, pointing to the window.

"How and why did he break the window!?" Cuddles yelled, hating not knowing things about his friends. He's a nosy fuck.

"Well, seeing as we didn't see him leave, I'd say there's a good chance he left through it," Toothy suggested, patting his friend's shoulder.

"But why!?" Cuddles persisted. Of course, no one could answer.

"We're gonna have to find him. I don't think he's prepared to go out alone. Especially with those people chasing him," Giggles affirmed.

"Another question, why are they chasing him!? Is no one else concerned?" Cuddles yelled, a bit annoyed Flippy never answered questions.

"That's not important. What is important is we help him. It's the right thing to do," Flaky asserted, everyone suprised at how clearly and assured she was. She didn't even stutter once. The group agreed, grabbing their jackets, and sprinting to the, now broken, window, and following the tracks.