Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 6: REUNION Part 5

For the rest of the day Fliqpy was half sleeping, half awake, every so often making trips to the bathroom to be sick. He was shaking a bit and covered himself with the blankets. He was however thinking about one thing. How did he feel about splendid... He liked him... But was there anything else? Despite what happened to him, he wasn't that scared of splendid at all, he was fully aware that the gunfire was necessary and it's the weapon he should be scared of, not splendid. Although his panic attack was rising at the mere thought of guns now.... But he tried to just survive the day, with how much he drank last night, and with having no food since... He didn't even remember since when. Ultimately he just tried to get splendid and the whole thing out of his mind and rest, so he finally fell asleep.
Woken up by his phone once again, he was hit by nausea and went to be sick again. When he returned the phone wasn't ringing, but three seconds later it started again. Looking at the ID he got quite the surprise. Flaky? What reason could she have to call him? He got nervous and scared. Something must've happened...

"Hello?"

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"Fliqpy?? Oh thank God you finally responded! S-something is wrong with Flippy! Very, very wrong! We-we were in the theme park and he started freaking o-out! No one c-can get close to him without getting attacked, p-please come here, I'm sure you can do something!"

Flaky was so very scared. Her hands were shaking so much she thought the phone would fall any instant. Fliqpy and Flippy were twins so Fliqpy should be able to know what was happening and find a way to calm him down. She was so worried and confused, how did the situation change so fast?

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Fliqpy knew instantly that something was wrong, and he knew exactly what it was.

"I'll get there in a bit, try to talk to him but don't get too close to him and don't touch him."

He said and hung up. He wanted to get out of bed but instead fell out of it.

"Goddammit..."

He groaned a bit as he got to his feet leaning on his bed. This would be harder than he thought... He got dressed in some fresh clothes, and sprayed himself with tonnes of deodorant and perfume to get rid of the alcohol smell. He pulled his leather jacket on, and ran out of his apartment, heading to the theme park. It was quite a distance, so he jogged, knowing he wouldn't be able to go much faster. He just hoped he'd make it in time.

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Flippy couldn’t breathe. He barely got some air into his throat, only to choke on it. His throat was so tight no air could get through. His eyes were blank.
He could hear screams. Something was wrong. There was blue around him. Some footsteps coming closer. An enemy. He flinched, his grip on his knife tightened. Too close. An enemy. Bad. Bad. BAD.
He took a few steps backward. Someone was talking. Too close. Danger.
He attacked. More screams. Everywhere. Blood. Blood on his blade. Blood on his hands. Everywhere. The blue silhouette backed off. Movement. People running. From him? He couldn’t breathe.
He moved further backwards. His back came in contact with something. Probably a wall. He was cornered. He felt a sob coming from the back of his crashing throat. Why was he crying? He was so scared. There was blood. He didn’t wipe the tears, nor the blood. He couldn’t breathe.
Black spots made his vision darker. He couldn’t breathe. His legs gave up on him. He was on the ground. He drew his knees closer to his chest. His grip on his knife tighter, his knuckles white. No one approached him anymore. The blue stayed away. He felt his chest moving up and down uncontrollably while a new wave of sobbing came.
Air. He needed air. His heart beats could be felt in his ears, blocking the screams. The black spots before his eyes grew. He tried to call for help but nothing came out of his throat except a painful whine.
He was about to get killed.
He was about to die.
He was so scared.
So.
Scared.