Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 3: RETURN TO THE BATTLEFIELD Part 2

"What ?! Why ?!"

Flippy was on the verge of telling that they were a good team, and worked well as a two, before a thought hit him like a bullet.
They weren't.
Fliqpy was always trying to protect him, getting him away from trouble. Last time, if he wouldn't have been there, the enemies wouldn't have a pressure point on him.
He was a burden.
Flippy was worried about his brother going alone on mission but there was probably a reason. He sighed.

"When will you leave ?"

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"I'm leaving today at sunset."

He answered plainly and walked into the tent. He took out his weapons and ammo out onto his bed, cleaned his rifle, then packed his bag. But of course, he left his rations on the table, not bothering with them. To him, food was a burden, and now food was the last thing he cared about. His brother was just staring at him and sitting on his own bed. Fliqpy didn't like this one bit. He didn't want to leave his brother all alone in the camp. He needed to protect him. And he was scared. Whatever this mission was, it was bad, since he knew the officers hated him for the last thing that happened. But he didn't want to worry his brother by telling him that.

"Oh and one more thing, you have to go to the headquarters tomorrow, but they said it's not a mission. "

...............

Flippy just nodded. His gaze fell on the bags with rations on the table. By a quick look at his brother, he understood he wasn't paying attention to it.
Flippy stood up and took one, handing it to Fliqpy.

"It wouldn't be a good thing if you pass out while you're out in the field, all alone. "

Fliqpy carefully took the food after staring at him for a bit. He put it to the side of his bag. Flippy came back to his bed, wanting to help but he couldn't really do anything, his brother didn't need it. He zipped the bag and stood up. Flippy looked at him with an absent gaze, rubbing his eyes without paying attention.

..............

Fliqpy then took his water bottle and went to refill it, and added some sugar to it like his father told him to. It was an okay way of dealing with everything. He returned to his tent and found his brother asleep. He smiled a bit and covered him with a blanket, before heading out for a jog. He couldn't stand still, and the lower the sun got, the more nervous he was. It wasn't a regular type of mission, not even close. There had to be something about it they didn't tell him.
But he brushed that thought aside. He returned to his brother, who was still asleep, so he left him a note before departing.

"I'll see you soon bro."

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Flippy was in the old headquarters in the woods. He had the feeling he was there for a while, listening to the birds chirping and the water flowing.
Then he felt something wet on his hands. He thought it was just water and he wiped it off on his pants but it didn't seem to come off.
He looked down and froze at what the liquid actually was. Blood. His hands were entirely red and more blood was dripping down to the floor. Flippy screamed and tried wiping it off again, without result.
He dashed outside to the river and put his hands in the water. The blood was creating a little red circle around his hands. The red grew larger and larger, until the entire river turned red. Flippy, panicked, still trying to get it off by rubbing his hands together as much as he could. Surprisingly the birds didn't stop chirping. The sound of the singing birds was even getting louder every second.
Suddenly, everything stopped. The forest was filled with a complete silence. Flippy immediately stopped rubbing his hands at the strange, brutal and suffocating silence. He felt like someone was standing behind him.
He turned, only to see his brother, standing there, wearing only camo pants. He was incredibly thin, he looked like a skeleton who was wearing a very tight skin suit. He had a cold, almost hating look on his face.

"Why didn't you help me Flippy? You could've. But you just stood there, watching me die. Why did you do that Flippy?"

His voice was raspy like two rock rubbed, one against the other. He took a step towards Flippy.
Flippy, still on the ground, moved back.

"You were such a burden for me. You are so weak and stupid. And I kept on it. But you broke me. You left me all alone."

Fliqpy took one more step. Flippy moved back too. And he felt the ground disappear from underneath his hand, making him fall right into the red river.
It was far deeper than he thought. Blood was everywhere. It was entering his lungs and his vision blurred with the red colour as he was drowning. He tried to stay above the water but waves pulled him down. Just before his head went under the bloody waves for the last time, he heard his brother's voice whispering in his ear.

"I hate you..."

Flippy was suddenly on his bed, sat up. His breath was sharp and fast. He held one hand on his throat to help him breath, after he drowned in that nightmare. His eyes were searching for his brother. At this time he should have been asleep in his bed. Seeing him sleeping peacefully and unharmed always helped him calm down.
But he was nowhere to be seen. The panick was rising far too much in Flippy's mind. He saw a note on the table. He got up and brutally took it. His eyes widened as he read. They filled with tears as the panick was beginning to be far too high for a human being. His knees gave in and he just fell to the floor curling up, laying on the floor in a sobbing and panicking mess with the letter crushed in his hand.