Don't take candy from strangers...

*takes a fistful of the rabbit’s hair and yanks him forward, carelessly letting him graze the blade at his throat before slamming his head back into the ground brutally, repeating this process in a fit of hysterical madness, all whilst laughing in childish amusement to himself*

*lets out a spluttering choke as his skull is continuously rammed into the ground, the bursts of splintering pain to his head accenting the burning sting of the stab wound— his vision beginning to blur rapidly, the sounds of his head being pounded into the ground booming in his ears*

*picks up the pace, scared for her life and ends up tripping on a crack in the path - falling on her face with a thud* Ack-!!

“Wait! Don’t go!” called the young lady, holding her stomach from the sudden turn of events. As Flaky dashed off, Mr. Pickels waved to his owner and tipped his hat to her, smiling his quaint smile. Her stomach let out a sound of pain from the anxiety. Her feet felt like they were caked in cement, she could barely move but a few steps.

Flaky just ran, the pleas of the lamb ringing through her ears but she didn't stop dashing for safety. Then Lammy mentioned something about 'him' killing her before? This startled the porcupine, terrified that she had a mentally unstable girl following after her now.

*approached Cuddles with heavy foot steps, dragging his feet slightly as he did. once he reached him, he arched forward, grabbing onto the knife that was now embedded in the poor boy and used it to drag him closer; taking hold of one of the child’s legs with his other hand—

*lets out a low wail as he’s dragged back towards Flipqy, his prolonged cry reaching it’s peak in volume as he rips the knife from his back— voice fading into a gurgle while the searing pain of the wound courses through him*

*finally snaps out of it and shakes her head, staring at the sight before her for another moment before squeezing her eyes shut and turns her head away*

“He was going to hurt you,” panted Lammy, rubbing the spittle from the side of her mouth. She felt as if she had been hit by a bus, and was exhausted suddenly. “I didn’t want,” pant, pant, “a friend to get hurt. I just…”

"W-Who?!" There was no one else around but herself and Lammy, so the lamb really is as demented as before? Flaky screamed as the other lunged at her and she wasted no time in scrambling to her feet to run off, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh? You’re leaving?” questioned Lammy as she noticed Flaky receding away. Her heart was pounding, and her head was swimming… yet at the same time, she could barely feel the pain. A pallor hand brushed against the side of her face and through her lavender hair in an attempt to calm herself down. “I don’t blame you,” her voice cracked halfway through, “I don’t think Mr. Pic, Pic…”

Lammy's sudden outburst startled the porcupine and she didn't have much time to react as the other assaulted her with a hard smack to her shoulder. Flaky shrieked and fell back onto the ground, landing on her bottom with a thud - the redhead held her sore shoulder as tears welled up in her eyes,

*the screams went unheard as the killer narrowly missed his prey, stumbling when his knife missed the boy full force. he turns towards the fleeing duo and tips his cap with a rather excited expression, clearly in no rush;

*quickly glances over his shoulder in Fliqpy’s direction as he hears him begin to laugh, breath quaking and shivering with adrenaline and pure fear as he ran*

*skids to a stop as she heard Cuddles scream, turning to find him on the ground with a knife sticking out of his back - going into a state of shock at the sight*

Lammy bounced on her heels in her cheerful state, glad that Flaky and her companion could be well aqcuainted. She pulled it close to her chest and rocked it slightly as she continued to talk.

“Huh! Really! Did something happen to you that gave you a nervous tick?” Lammy giggled a bit. “I’m sorry, that might have been an intrusive thing to say, please don’t mind me.” A gentle nod of her head and her hands disappeared behind her back, “I have a friend who wants to meet you!”

Takes the chance to change the subject to the doll the lamb was showing her, although when Lammy introduced him Flaky leaned back a little. "Mr. P-Pickels...?" She stared at the stuffed doll's face, something about the lifeless expression it had creeped her out.