Flipping Between (FlippyXFlaky)

Spite

"The fuckers!"
Bang!
"Stop it! We're trying to be discreet!"

"How the fuck am I meant to be calm! They used us! I was made with the sole intent of murder! They broke him just to make me!"

Rage coated his tone, like red coated his fist. Hours of punching a wall always causes bruising and bleeding.
"Aren't you angry!?" He continued, turning to the blue mammal sitting.

"Of course I am. But, you need to remember. We're gonna get revenge," they sighed, pale eyes calmly facing him.

"Oh, believe me... once I get my paws on them, I'll... I'll... fuck!" Again, the bear's fist hit the wall, coating it with another splatter of blood.

"We've discussed your temper before, have we not?" Switchy asked, flicking their lighter, flint creating sparks to light the gas.

"How the fuck is breathing gonna stop me feeling like a wepon!? I- it's..." finally, sadness overtook the anger, the bear dropping to his knees in a sore heap. He sat their, panting, sensing Flippy stirring within his mind.
"How about you pair get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow," Jitter cooed, rubbing his back gently. Fliqpy nodded, too drained from his thrashing to argue.

(-Time skip-)

N- no... t- that can't be right...

Sorry, Flips. You know I wouldn't lie.

No wonder my knuckles hurt...

Yeah, sorry.

B- but... d- does that mean i- I'm just a wepon?.. Nothing more?..

Don't think like that. I'm the wepon. Not you. You can be whoever you want. Once we get out, that is.

... I'm scared...

Don't worry. You'll say your goodbyes, then you'll run, no doubt triggering the alarms. The alarms will set off your PTSD, just like the fire alarms, and then I'll get us to safety, before letting you decide what's next. Simple.

...We're gonna die.

Geez, where did you come from, Gunpowder?

I'm stating facts!

Aren't you meant to be the optimistic one?

Only when there's a reason to be optimistic!

Oh please. With me doing the work, we'll be fine.

... are you sure?

Positive.

... thank you. Goodnight.

Night, Flips.

With that, Flippy and Fliqpy fell silent. Whilst Fliqpy was quick to sleep, Flippy tossed and turned, mind racing with outcomes... good and bad. His eyes spilled tears of pure terror.
Shh, Flippy, it's ok. We're safe. You'll be safe with me.
Fliqpy forced their body to rock comfortingly. He could feel the tears rolling down his face. It was always bizarre. Feeling someone else's senses, emotions... he could never explain how it felt.

Fliqpy began humming a lullaby, grabbing a chunk of fabric. Said fabric was made from cloth from some of Switchy's old clothing, some of Jitter's old clothes, and some of his own old clothes. They still had the scents of the three. It was like spraying your mother's perfume on a teddy when your young. It was just a comforting thing.
Better?

Y- yeah. Thanks.
Flippy sniffled, wiping his eyes as he drifted to sleep.