Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 4: A NEW MISSION Part 1

Okay. He was at the beginning of a nightmare again wasn't he ? Flippy pinched himself.

Fuck, absolutely not a nightmare.

He knew they would be punished, but he never thought of something like that. They were literally sending them to their death at this point ! There was no way they could successfully complete that mission with only two soldiers !

" ... Wow."

That was all Flippy could say.
They get out of the headquarter and got back to their tent to discuss a bit. Flippy immediately fell onto his bunk and stared into nothingness, still a bit shocked by that bomb of an info. They couldn't send them to their death right ? They should have some kind of plan ? The officer seemed to have one. They would probably learn more about it tomorrow...

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Fliqpy layed down too and just thought about it. There had to be a way out of it, they couldn't just send them in to their death. He has to protect his brother. He knew for the next two days he would eat less and train more, he didn't care about all the side effects, he needed to be stronger. He went to the meeting the same night, and afterwards also decided to persuade his brother into the diary thing for his nightmares.

"See, it's not about reliving your nightmare. It's about being more conscious. If you write you nightmares down for a while, it will help your brain to recognise it the next time, so you'll be conscious of what's going on in your dream - that's called lucid dreaming - and then you'll beat the nightmare. "

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Flippy nodded. He knew that could be a way to beat it, but he couldn't do it. The nightmares were stuck in his head. When he wanted to talk about them or write them down like this morning, it just wouldn't come. He was also a bit scared about getting them out. Even if his brother was saying the contrary, writing them was like having it a second time.
He yawned. He slept more than he thought last night, and his body was just asking for more. His eyes were closing by themselves as he tried to stay awake. The voice of his brother was rocking him.
He slowly fell asleep as the red curtains were opening on a brand new horror show.

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For the next two days, the soldiers were training and planning the mission. Unsurprisingly, they were allowed to call their family. It was as if everyone knew they would die. Fliqpy even wrote a death letter, and kept it hidden away, just in case something would happen to him during the mission. He was wandering if his brother also did the same, but wouldn't push him towards it.
It was their last night before the mission as the two layed in their tent silently, neither dared to speak, until Fliqpy deemed it was enough.

"So... How are you feeling about tomorrow flips ?"

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"Is friking scared as fuck a good enough answer?" he responded and then chuckled.

He didn't even try to hide it at this point. Tomorrow they might die. This mission could turn into a living nightmare at any moment. That was a scary thing.
But at the same time, if they'd sucessed, it would be a huge step for their side. They could save life like that.
Flippy was sure he wasn't going to sleep tonight. There was way too much pressure. He knew they had planned it and trained for it and all, but he was afraid of messing something up that would drag them to their downfall.

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"You're right..."

Fliqpy replied. He knew how bad it could get. But he didn't care one bit, he would do everything to protect his brother. He knew he couldn't sit still, he decided to take a break so he went for a run. This time he didn't move too far away from the camp, but still stayed out for a while. He didn't care what the officer said, he needed space.

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Flippy watched his brother leaving the tent. He was probably going for a run. He wanted to do something, come with him or joke about not getting too far away this time, but he just layed on his bunk silently and watched him go.
After a while of staring at nothing, he sat on his bed. He looked around, searching for something to keep him active. He then saw the notebook.
He sighed and took it. Fliqpy looked like he really wanted him to try that thing.
He flipped the book open and took the pen. He didn't knew how to start, what to say, what to write. The scene of the last nightmare was replaying inside his head. He felt his hands beginning to shake. He tightened his grip on the pen and slowly started to write. His nightmare was coming back at him progressively. Each scene was hurting more than before because he understood what was going on. He was only halfway into his text and nightmare when his hands started shaking more. He remembered the look on his brother's face at this point in the nightmare. That awful and painful look before he died, without him being able to reach him in time.
He heard something snapped in the distance. It was the pen.
But Flippy was to deep in his memory of the nightmare. He felt tears coming to his eyes and managed to snap out of it, throwing the notebook across the room.

He stared at it and let the pen fall from his grip. He went back to his bed, rolled into a ball and let the tears fall.

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Fliqpy was slowly going back since it was already almost midnight, as he entered the tent. At first it seemed like nothing changed, and he was glad his brother was asleep, even if it probably wasn't going to last. But then he saw the notebook and the broken pen.
That wasn't good...
His brother must've attempted to write his nightmare down. Fliqpy didn't understand what was so hard about it, why was his brother so scared of these nightmares? What could he possibly see in these visions to get him this afraid?
Fliqpy knew he shouldn't do it, but he picked the notepad up and started to read. He was shocked to see the contents. So that's why his brother was so scared ? He was scared of him.... Dying ? The nightmare wasn't completed but it was still easy to see what was going on.
Well, one thing was for sure, that wasn't going to happen. He would never leave him. And he would never let anything happen to him either.
He put the notepad and the broken pen on the table, and Sat on his bunk. He looked at his brother. He had to do something. Just what ? He tried to protect him and it just backfired. He wanted to be stronger for him. But it's like his brother was just out of reach. He was too weak to do anything.

"Flippy.... Let me help you...."

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When Flippy heard his brother coming back, he wiped his tears and layed in his bed, pretending that he was fine and just trying to sleep.
He heard him doing something but he didn't care. Then he heard him talking. His voice was full of worry and a bit of sadness. Flippy hated it.
He didn't want his brother to worry like that. Fliqpy already had his problems and Flippy just wanted him to be happy like before. He didn't care if he had nightmares for the rest of his life if his brother could be okay.
He felt some tears coming back. God, what was happening to him tonight? He couldn't get an hold of his emotion. It was really the worst night to do that with what would happen tomorrow.