Flipping Between (FlippyXFlaky)

Assault

Flaky trembled, noticing him clenching his fists. She managed to stay quiet, not wanting to offend Flippy if she was wrong.

Before anyone could utter a word, Flippy's head snapped towards the side, his eyes narrowing and lip twitching. Whatever or whoever was there, he wasn't happy to see. A flash of green and orange shot towards him, Flippy dodging and grabbing it. It was an orange lynx with sangria tips. Their eyes were a light cyan. They wore the same uniform as him.

Flippy had grabbed them by the collar and was looking them directly in the eyes. The lynx's eyes were wide and contracted, showing pure dread. He trembled under Flippy's gaze. His eyes no longer looked emotionless, that lethargy replaced with malice and madness. His mouth had curled into a wicked, malign grin, his teeth reflecting the dull moonlight.
"H- help!" The soldier whimpered, the veteran leaning closer, chuckling slightly. More soldiers emerged, pointing guns towards Flippy.
"Open fire!" One of the soldiers yelled, everyone firing at Flippy. The green bear turned around, shoving his captive in front of him. Using the soldier as a meat shield, he blocked the bullets, the lynx dying within a matter of seconds. Slyly, Flippy grabbed a gun from his jacket. It was some sort of machine gun. Immediately, Flippy retaliated, shooting back killing mercilessly. He didn't even hesitate.

Once soldiers began moving around, he shoved the corpse over, diving out of the way of gunfire, and taking cover behind a tree, still shooting occasionally.

Cuddles, Petunia, Flaky, Toothy, and Giggles had moved out of the way, hiding from everyone involved. They were trying to form a plan on what to do. They couldn't just leave Flippy, but they didn't have any form of experience with fighting.

Flippy's gun had run out of ammunition. He sprinted out, using it to hit someone over the head, knocking them onto the ground. He pulled out a machete, slashing the soldier open, and pulling out some of the organs. The soldier died instantly, and Flippy tore out their intestines. He then charged to the nearest soldier, tackling them, and wrapping the intestines around their neck. He yanked both sides, blocking their throat, choking them. The soldier hacked, pulling desperately at the intestines in an attempt to loosen them. Unfortunately, their effort was in vain, their face going blue, until they finally fell limp, eyes glazing over. Flippy let go, their deceased corpse falling foward.

Flippy dashed to his next victim, grabbing their throat, sharp claws digging through the skin and flesh. Then, he yanked back, tearing open their throat, holding their throat in their face, laughing in a deranged way.

Flaky noticed his voice was lower, and more gravelly than it was before, sending unpleasant chills down the porcupine's spine, her eyes becoming glossy as she felt her fear grow. This wasn't the same person she'd seen hours ago. That person was calm, and friendly, and wasn't intimidating whatsoever. This person was sadistic, vicious, and absolutely terrified her. This wasn't right. No one changed so drastically so quickly.

Flippy had finished everyone, standing in a pool of their blood he'd spilled onto the grass. Blood dripped from his paws, face, and uniform. He just stood there, laughing hysterically, sounding absolutely demented.

Out of his view, another soldier charged towards him. They were a large, brown wolf with blue eyes. They pounced onto him, pinning him on the ground. They growled ferociously, Flippy doing the same.
"You fucking traitor!" The wolf hissed, revealing their claws, scratching him across the face. Flippy managed to kick them off, backwards rolling onto his feet. The wolf landed on their paws and feet, their tail tucked between their legs in a hostile way. They continued snarling at eachother.

Flippy's growls grew into deranged laughing, and the wolf rose onto their legs. The soldier pulled out a grenade, yanking off the safety, and tossing it towards Flippy. It detonated before Flippy could even react, throwing him into a tree. He lay on his side, holding his head, whimpering. The soldier approached, smirking victoriously.

The group of friends were startled when they watched Flaky dash out from the shrubbery, and shove the wolf. Suprisingly, she actually managed to get him off of their feet. Of course, all the others sprinted out after her. It was so unlike Flaky to take a risk like that.
"Geez, wasn't expecting that," Toothy laughed, nudging Flaky.

"N- n- neither w- was I..." she stuttered, looking wide-eyed at them. The wolf snarled, a machete shoved into their side. Apparently, when Flaky shoved them, they accidently stabbed themself.

They fled, seemingly in to poor of a state to fight five more people. Immediately, they turned to Flippy, who had fainted.
"We need to get him to my house. I don't think he'd settle well in a hospital yet," Cuddles stated, everyone agreeing. Petunia pulled out her phone, dialing a friend.
"...Hello?" The voice said from the other side.

-make your guess who they called. Also, tell me what you think of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed xx-