Flipping The Switch

Reblogging because this is too relevant to my life, and now I’m actually crying.

So relevant

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{✘}—Growling lowly, Flippy began to throw punches, his anger blinding him to the true danger of going up against a knife unarmed. “I told you not to touch her!” With each word came another swing, more out of frustration than anything else. There was no way he was just going to sit by and watch his counterpart do whatever he wanted to Flaky! Flippy hated the fact that she was brought into this, more than likely going to have to watch him be murdered… by himself? There was so much pain coursing through his body, but he wanted nothing more than to beat Flipqy, to save Flaky.

{✘}— Flippy finally thought he was given a chance when his fist connected to something other than air. He laughed partially out of relief, though he knew it was far from over. His counterpart mirrored him, laughing as well, and soon Flippy found himself back on the floor, pain radiating from his groin. Eyes wide, tears fell freely again, bloody hands prying at the one around his neck. Was this it? Was he going to die here? Eyes on the knife, he didn't see Flaky until she had knocked his counterpart unconscious, and the sharp blade was in his hands. He stared at her, then the blade incredulously. Flippy stared blankly, his brain unable to process just what was going on. He was supposed to be dead. He was going to be if Flaky didn't do anything. Staring down at the knife, he drove it into Flipqy's chest, inhaling sharply. It... almost felt good to do it. A small, sadistic smirk slowly made its way to his features before he began childishly stabbing at his counterpart's chest, though the blade went most of the way in with each stab. "L-look who's dead now, huh?!" he yelled in broken triumph, "We win! Us! Not you, us!" 

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{✘}—Growling lowly, Flippy began to throw punches, his anger blinding him to the true danger of going up against a knife unarmed. “I told you not to touch her!” With each word came another swing, more out of frustration than anything else. There was no way he was just going to sit by and watch his counterpart do whatever he wanted to Flaky! Flippy hated the fact that she was brought into this, more than likely going to have to watch him be murdered… by himself? There was so much pain coursing through his body, but he wanted nothing more than to beat Flipqy, to save Flaky.

Fliqpy successfully dodged almost every punch, one making contact with his nose. He simply laughed at it, delivering a swift kick between to the legs. “Ooh, I felt that one.” He laughed, pushing him to the ground and pinning to the ground by his neck. “Goodbye you weak shit, see you in another life. I’ll just stay here and fuck Flaky all I want.” He laughed at him, raising the knife to him and brought it down to Flippy’s chest, stabbing him numerous times with a loud cackling. “Die you motherfucker! DIE!” He shouted, manically grinning as he brought the knife to Flippy’s chest numerous times, him surely being dead by now, but he kept going. Flaky was loudly crying, backed up into the corner of the bed as she watched the horrible scene. This was the worst thing she had seen in this place, at least all the other deaths were just her friends, this was watching the person she truly cared about, no matter how scared she was, be brutally murdered before her eyes by himself. 

{✘}— Flippy finally thought he was given a chance when his fist connected to something other than air. He laughed partially out of relief, though he knew it was far from over. His counterpart mirrored him, laughing as well, and soon Flippy found himself back on the floor, pain radiating from his groin. Eyes wide, tears fell freely again, bloody hands prying at the one around his neck. That was it. He failed. The soldier didn't say anything, he didn't feel there was anything he could've done to prevent it. With a last spurt of energy, he flailed, coughing up blood as soon as the knife was pulled back out of his chest the first time. It was like everything was moving in slow motion. Once wasn't enough. Flippy was going to die there, among all his comforting things, among Flaky... on his bedroom floor. The light began to fade in his eyes while he cried, and soon his body relaxed. All of the stabs began to become just dull thuds against his chest, everything muffled by the blood in his ears. Flippy stared vacantly up at the ceiling, his body now lifeless with the remaining stabs. Sputtering more blood, he took a final choked breath, wishing he could've done better.

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{✘}— Flippy froze a moment, breathing heavily. He was surrounded by the stench of sweat and blood, but that’s not what stopped him. Spiteful tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he kicked at the lock even harder than before, cracking it off, causing the chest to tilt and everything came spilling out, including himself. “L… let her go!” he wheezed, not sparing a moment when he stood up to throw a blind punch at his counterpart, green eyes now more golden, just like his counterpart.

He pulled out of the kiss, patting Flaky’s cheek before rolling off of the bed and licking his lips. “Mmm, she tastes good. Hint of cherry, too.” He chuckled, pulling the knife from his boot once more. “All you had to do was stay in the chest and this would have gone muuuuch smoother. But no, little hero Flippy had to step in to save his little girlfriend. Oh well~” He laughed. Flaky just laid there, her eyes welling up in confusion and sadness. Why of all people did it have to be him!?

{✘}—Growling lowly, Flippy began to throw punches, his anger blinding him to the true danger of going up against a knife unarmed. "I told you not to touch her!" With each word came another swing, more out of frustration than anything else. There was no way he was just going to sit by and watch his counterpart do whatever he wanted to Flaky! Flippy hated the fact that she was brought into this, more than likely going to have to watch him be murdered... by himself? There was so much pain coursing through his body, but he wanted nothing more than to beat Flipqy, to save Flaky.

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{✘}— So close… so close. Flaky was practically out the door, and Flippy was so relieved… but Flipqy obviously didn’t want it to end that way. Being utterly ignored in the chest, he resorted to peering through the eye holes he was granted, shifting the best he could to get a better view. 'Come on Flaky, go home,' he thought, still trying to think of a way to get out. Flipqy must’ve known he was watching so intently, for he locked eyes with the other for a moment, and then Flippy was enraged. With new resolve, the soldier pulled out of his bindings, slamming his hands into the walls of the chest and more than likely bruised them, but he didn’t care, pulling the gag out of his mouth, he began to kick at where the lock to his chest was, doing his best to break it. After a few tries, he could hear the strain of the metal beginning to snap. “Fight him, Flaky, fight him!” he yelled from inside the chest, encouraging her.

Flaky turned toward the chest, seeing that it was visually moving and being able to hear Flippy’s voice inside of it. She was clearly confused at this point, but attempted to do as she was told, though not getting very far. “Aww, ain’t that sweet? Your little boyfriend’s come to fucking save you. Best make this quick then.” He snickered and pinned her arms to the bed. “Hey Flippy, you kissed her yet?” He asked, not really caring and pushing into a violent kiss with the defenseless girl. 

{✘}— Flippy froze a moment, breathing heavily. He was surrounded by the stench of sweat and blood, but that's not what stopped him. Spiteful tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he kicked at the lock even harder than before, cracking it off, causing the chest to tilt and everything came spilling out, including himself. "L... let her go!" he wheezed, not sparing a moment when he stood up to throw a blind punch at his counterpart, green eyes now more golden, just like his counterpart.

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{✘}— Beginning to worry even more, Flippy watched when Flipqy got closer… then sat right on top of him! He nearly commended Flaky for being so cautious, though wanted her to leave rather than ask more questions. Flinching each time the other’s boot connected with the chest, he thrusted himself upward, hitting the top of the lid, hoping he’d knock his counterpart off.  It was the faint blur of red he saw each time he fell back down amongst his belongings that kept him going. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Flaky, not with him so close and almost able to prevent it. 

Flaky stood up, telling Fliqpy that she had had fun, but that she had to go for today, as it was beginning to get dark out. Fliqpy tried to stay calm, attempting to convince her that she should hang around a little longer. “Hey, c’mon, you can stay a little longer. Nothing’s gonna happen, I cleaned out everything before you came over so another incident wouldn’t occur.” He told her, chuckling lightly. Flaky shook her hand, looking scared to try to backchat to ‘Flippy’, knowing full well he could snap at her. She told him that she had to go, and that she would talk to him tomorrow if she had the chance. Fliqpy grunted, standing up and moving to her. “No, no. Flaky, ya can stay a little longer, I got somethin’ for you to do to help me out.” He smirked, pulling her onto the bed and and looking to the chest, smirking at Flippy at this point. Fliqpy’s eyes, that had been gold for the entire time began to glow properly. “You gotta start paying attention to eye color, you stupid bitch.” Flaky squealed under him, attempting to escape his grip. 

{✘}— So close... so close. Flaky was practically out the door, and Flippy was so relieved... but Flipqy obviously didn't want it to end that way. Being utterly ignored in the chest, he resorted to peering through the eye holes he was granted, shifting the best he could to get a better view. 'Come on Flaky, go home,' he thought, still trying to think of a way to get out. Flipqy must've known he was watching so intently, for he locked eyes with the other for a moment, and then Flippy was enraged. With new resolve, the soldier pulled out of his bindings, slamming his hands into the walls of the chest and more than likely bruised them, but he didn't care, pulling the gag out of his mouth, he began to kick at where the lock to his chest was, doing his best to break it. After a few tries, he could hear the strain of the metal beginning to snap. "Fight him, Flaky, fight him!" he yelled from inside the chest, encouraging her.

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{✘}— It wasn’t enjoyable, listening to Flaky slowly get comfortable with Flipqy. He feared about her safety more than his own at the moment, secretly praying her usual paranoia would strike up and she would leave. He would risk having to start back at square one, but it was better than watching her die, let alone have sex with his counter. Screaming against his bindings, Flippy tried to make as much noise as he possibly could, wanting to get Flaky’s attention away from the male in front of her, and to the chest that he occupied.

At the question, Flaky clearly got a little distressed, worrying about the entire situation now. Fliqpy chuckled lightly, moving away from her and shaking his head. He had heard the noises coming from the chest, sitting down on top of it and beating his feet against in, making it look as if he was just casually swinging them back and forth. She asked about the noise, much to Fliqpy’s discontent. He sighed lightly, giving a small shrug. “Ah, it’s nothing. Just some stuff shiftin’ around in the chest from when I moved it.” He smiled, Flaky still not being comfortable at this point, which was beginning to irritate him. Flippy was only able to see Flaky at this point now, along with a boot blocking his vision every few seconds. 

{✘}— Beginning to worry even more, Flippy watched when Flipqy got closer... then sat right on top of him! He nearly commended Flaky for being so cautious, though wanted her to leave rather than ask more questions. Flinching each time the other's boot connected with the chest, he thrusted himself upward, hitting the top of the lid, hoping he'd knock his counterpart off.  It was the faint blur of red he saw each time he fell back down amongst his belongings that kept him going. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Flaky, not with him so close and almost able to prevent it. 

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{✘}— Flippy had all but given up, sitting still in the chest he was forced into, cramped and pretty uncomfortable. What felt like hours, he heard voices, then the door open. Eyes widened as he rammed his shoulder into the side of the chest, rocking it a bit in attempt to get Flaky to notice that something was off. This didn’t seem to go well with Flipqy, for the next thing he knew, there was a drill bit nearly tearing his eyes out. The chest opened, and he took the opportunity to rush out, but he was caught, tied and gagged, then shoved back in. Muttering against the cloth, he kept ramming his shoulder into the side of the chest as best he could, occasionally looking out the eyeholes he was granted. 'Come on Flaky. Notice something off,' he thought, only wishing she could hear him.

Flaky eventually realized that the chest had moved from it’s last place, Fliqpy distracting her away from all the noises and movement of it. “Oh yeah, I didn’t like where it was so I moved it over.” Flaky was still not completely comfortable around him, though she looked as though she was beginning to calm down. Bad move. “So, how about we talk a little about some shit goin on between us, like your fear.” He was quite upfront, and almost didn’t act like Flippy at all, though poor Flaky assumed this was his way of coping and calming down. 

{✘}— It wasn't enjoyable, listening to Flaky slowly get comfortable with Flipqy. He feared about her safety more than his own at the moment, secretly praying her usual paranoia would strike up and she would leave. He would risk having to start back at square one, but it was better than watching her die, let alone have sex with his counter. Screaming against his bindings, Flippy tried to make as much noise as he possibly could, wanting to get Flaky's attention away from the male in front of her, and to the chest that he occupied.

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{✘}— Why couldn’t Flippy fight back? Breathing shakily, he stared up at his other, pained and still somewhat defiant, though all the fight in him was pretty much nonexistent. More choking. Hands pressed weakly at the one on his neck, trying to get Flipqy to release him, but it was futile. The bedroom quickly came into sight, and his eyes widened, feet digging into the floor as he realized just what was going to happen. “D-don’t do this,” Flippy stated quickly, words jumbling over each other. It wasn’t long before green eyed gaze stared up at the yellowish red-tinted one of his counter, stuffed into his good luck chest. “No…” he nearly whined before the door shut above him. Fists slammed into the top of the chest, trying to get out, but it wasn’t going to work, he found that out all too quickly. “Flaky,” he cried, “I-i’m so sorry…”

An hour or so later, a cheery sounding Fliqpy and a nervous sounding Flaky could be heard in the other room, Fliqpy sounding just like Flippy would, it being quite convincing. “Hey, hold on a sec, lemme just go do something.” He smiled to her, going into the bedroom and closing the door. “Guess who’s here, Flippy? It’s your girlfriend.” He snickered, taking a drill up. He drilled two eye sized holes in the chest, narrowly missing Flippy’s actual eyes, and moved the chest against a different wall so he would be able to see the bed. He then quickly opened the chest, gagged and tied up Flippy, and closed it again. No way she would be able to know someone was in there now. He then left the room once more, continuing to sweetly converse with Flaky.  

{✘}— Flippy had all but given up, sitting still in the chest he was forced into, cramped and pretty uncomfortable. What felt like hours, he heard voices, then the door open. Eyes widened as he rammed his shoulder into the side of the chest, rocking it a bit in attempt to get Flaky to notice that something was off. This didn't seem to go well with Flipqy, for the next thing he knew, there was a drill bit nearly tearing his eyes out. The chest opened, and he took the opportunity to rush out, but he was caught, tied and gagged, then shoved back in. Muttering against the cloth, he kept ramming his shoulder into the side of the chest as best he could, occasionally looking out the eyeholes he was granted. 'Come on Flaky. Notice something off,' he thought, only wishing she could hear him.

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{✘}— “Augh—!” Another groan of pain. Flippy clenched his teeth, swallowing the pain as best he could. The clenched hands on his collar steadily released, and his arms swung back down to their sides. Tears burned the back of his eyes yet again, the yellow flecks in his eyes fading fully back to green again. “Sh… shhh…” Flippy hissed, falling to the floor with a dull thud, curling up into a semi-fetal position and coughing, a weak hand massaging his throat. “Shut up…” he forced from his lips. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Although, he didn’t move from his pitiful position down there, he didn’t feel he could.

Fliqpy chuckled at Flippy’s scene, attempting to sound ruff while bleeding and crying on the ground in the fetal position. “You’re fucking pathetic.” He laughed, gripping the male’s neck and dragging him into the bedroom. He found the chest where Flippy kept all his old valuables and things that had good memories to help him through tough times. Though, now it was gonna be used for the opposite. Fliqpy opened the chest and stuffed his counterpart inside, smirking down to him. “Now, you stay quiet and relax. Don’t wanna run out of air to soon, do you?” He laughed, slamming the chest closed and locking it up.

{✘}— Why couldn't Flippy fight back? Breathing shakily, he stared up at his other, pained and still somewhat defiant, though all the fight in him was pretty much nonexistent. More choking. Hands pressed weakly at the one on his neck, trying to get Flipqy to release him, but it was futile. The bedroom quickly came into sight, and his eyes widened, feet digging into the floor as he realized just what was going to happen. "D-don't do this," Flippy stated quickly, words jumbling over each other. It wasn't long before green eyed gaze stared up at the yellowish red-tinted one of his counter, stuffed into his good luck chest. "No..." he nearly whined before the door shut above him. Fists slammed into the top of the chest, trying to get out, but it wasn't going to work, he found that out all too quickly. "Flaky," he cried, "I-i'm so sorry..."

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{✘}— Once green gone a strange mixture of green and yellow eyes widened, hands instantly flying up to grip the hands at his collar to keep from choking. Facial expression contorted in pain, Flippy continued to flail and struggle to get Flipqy to let him go. He wanted nothing more than to either defeat his counterpart, or to escape. At this point, he obviously wasn’t granted a choice, it was too late for that. With a sudden fit of confidence, Flippy spat blood and saliva into the other’s face, gasping in pain once the blade broke skin. That hand loosened its grip, though didn’t leave the attempt to keep from choking. “L…le…” he swallowed, his best attempt at a “Let me go”, but couldn’t quite get the words out.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I sew it shut." He smirked at Flippy, pulling the knife from his arm and stabbing it into the other just as hard. He kept the choking motion up, not trying to kill him yet as he still had other matters to attend to with him. "Poor little Flippy can’t fight for shit. Poor little Flippy, his girl’s gonna get split. Poor little Flippy, though useless he tired. Poor little Flippy, and that night… he died." Fliqpy chanted, letting the bleeding soldier fall to the ground now. 

{✘}-- "Augh--!" Another groan of pain. Flippy clenched his teeth, swallowing the pain as best he could. The clenched hands on his collar steadily released, and his arms swung back down to their sides. Tears burned the back of his eyes yet again, the yellow flecks in his eyes fading fully back to green again. "Sh... shhh..." Flippy hissed, falling to the floor with a dull thud, curling up into a semi-fetal position and coughing, a weak hand massaging his throat. "Shut up..." he forced from his lips. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Although, he didn't move from his pitiful position down there, he didn't feel he could.