Flipping Between (FlippyXFlaky)

Comfort Cuddle

His eyes fluttered open. His vision was burry from only just waking. His head was laying on a warm surface. A warm surface? Where was he last? A mirror... a bathroom! He was in a bathroom. And, he escaped through a window... because... General Chuff? N- no... t- t- that can't be right?! If he was there... and I fell asleep in the forest... where am I now?

His ears perked up as he heard voices. Question was... whose voices? Ok, I just need to piece things together. So, I see... Him in that bathroom. I flee, and find myself lost in the forest, where I pass out. Logical assumption... oh no... fuck, I'm being kidnapped!

Relief washed over Flaky as Flippy began to stir. He was gonna be ok. She'd be able to go over things with him and see if he's ok. However, she was startled as he began thrashing.

Giggles felt something kick her seat. She turned around, seeing Flippy had woken up, but was kicking like a toddler.
"What's wrong with him?" She asked, concerned. Half for Flippy, half for Flaky getting hit.

"I- I don't know... h- he's just woken up! W- w- what s- should I d- do?" Flaky asked in distress.

Flippy continued squirming, carefully listening to the voices. Though he couldn't make out words in his groggy state, he could pick up on their tone of voice. Fear. Something he was all too familiar with. It only panicked him further. Why would they be scared... Unless they know me. They're soldiers! There's no other option. He thrashed harder, his delusional mind convincing him, and pushing him beyond reason or logic.

Flaky picked up on his increase in movement. He was struggling more.
"What's going on back there?" Cuddles called, noticing the group looking back to where Flaky was sitting.

"Flippy's struggling," Toothy replied, shooting Cuddles an anxious glance.

Flippy only kicked harder after hearing that. How long would it be until they chose to shoot him or stab him? He had to get out now. When he tried to push himself up, arms held him down. He clenched his eyes and teeth in fear. He couldn't escape. He didn't have the strength.

The red porcupine struggled to restrain the bear as he struggled back. He was kicking aimlessly, not bothering to look. He'd grabbed her arms and was attempting to pry them off of himself. Flaky still kept her cool, constantly putting them back once he let go to move. She couldn't understand what was scaring him so much. Why he was so desperate to get up. Usually, she would've let him sit up and look around, but after he escaped out of the window, she wasn't sure what he'd do if she did let him.

The way he was panicking, it was almost like he was... scared. Well, of course he was scared, but she meant like... he didn't recognise her. It reminded her of earlier. She paled thinking of his behaviour from earlier. It still didn't make a lick of sense to her. She focused on the curious look he remembered to be in his eyes. Like he didn't recognise them, but wasn't scared. But now, it was like he'd never seen another person in his life, and was fed a bunch of stories about people being evil. It was awful to think about. She couldn't see any other reason of why he'd be so scared. But, how did he forget them.

Flippy began to struggle less, gradually stopping, and laying exhausted. She felt wetness and warmth begin to slowly spread on her lap. She shuffled slightly, suprised when Flippy didn't immediately thrash again. The liquid on her lap was... Red. A deep, sombre crimson. She gasped in horror, looking over to Flippy. When he stopped trying to grab her, it seems he went straight to attacking himself. His face, neck, chest and arms were coated in crimson, complemented with strips of pink flesh. He continued panting, tears dripping from his eyes.

Flaky didn't know what to do. Her friend was trembling, terrified. Her mind trailed to when she had an anxiety attack. Her friends would hold her close, reminding her they were there, and she was safe. Without a second of hesitation, she grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him closer, practically sitting him on her lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head close, and resting it on her chest. He picked up pushing again, but stopped out of the blue. He sat calmly, breathing slower as he relaxed.

Flippy calmed, soothed by the gentle rising and falling of the soft surface he was laying on, and the steady beating of whatever was pulsing. ... it's a heartbeat... He was astonished. He was leaning against someone's chest, that 'someone' hugging him, squeezing him.
"... Jitter?..." he mumbled quietly, Flaky barely hearing it.

"Pardon?" She asked, feeling him jerk at her voice.

"... Flaky... y- you're Flaky..." he murmured, recognising her voice. He felt her nod, her head resting on his. Had... had it been her the whole time? His eyes teared up again, realising he was safe. He snuggled up closer, smiling.
"T- thank you..." he thanked, joyful tears streaming down his cheeks.