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[Fanfiction: HTF] Prelude

Title: Prelude
Fandom: Happy Tree Friends
Pair: + Flippy Splendid
Genre: General, Introspective, melancholy
Rating: Orange
Warnings : One-Shot; not for delicate stomachs
Word Count: 1055
Notes: Happy Tree Friends is a cartoon violent splatter and basically meaningless. Adorable.
protagonists are expensive and cute animals-bears, bunnies, squirrels, that all the time, he ripped each other. That said, the HTF are also their human versions, and it is about them that I wanted to write.
addition to humanize their appearance, I would like to clarify, I also humanized the way they behave and move, hoping not to have done too much damage. Good reading.


He ran his hand over his face to clean the blood, with a gesture a bit 'rough and dictated by nervousness.
With the lights flickered for the bath that shook the foundations, Flippy gasped, reached out a hand to pick up the towel and brought it under the tap of water to wet it. Let him soak for a long time, looking a bit 'empty and still tempted by the excitement of a moment before. The
hurt his chest and stomach, bones and shoulders.
wrinkled lips, he avoided her reflection in the mirror and hid behind the cloth, closing his eyes to catch his breath. You could not hear anything over the roar of the water fast and frightening, so that the silence seemed intent on a wall of glass pressed against the eardrums.
There was a pause between the heavy breathing of Flippy-that made him vibrate cheeks and throat, bones and nerves-and water pipes who began to cough for some kind of flaw, in which he did not feel anything. A rustle, and Flippy felt the adrenaline rushing through the blood of paranoia. He took the knife and run it burned down in the shoulder, he felt a hand shaking his wrist and tail bone hit the sink. Splendid
hastened to reassure him, "I am, hey, good" Flippy and held her breath, feeling his eyes being vague and empty, and turned yellow. The Superhero let him go and walked away a step, raised his hands to show him that a threat-less with the knife that had not been able to avoid getting stuck in the stomach, and just sighed. "Flippy? "Called him back, just because the other was looking at him with so much insistence as to be annoying and a bit 'creepy. The boy who was in
Flippy saw the horror of the wound and imagined the pain that he could procure, the Sergeant who was asked how he would put his hands inside and pull the guts out like so many Christmas decorations crimson. Splendid
But then he took off the knife from his stomach, threw behind him and closed the door behind him. There was no blood or moans of pain, so that Flippy subsided and the situation seemed to be a bit 'less tense.
"... sorry. "He said, then after a while ', looking away. He turned back to the sink and shut off the water tap, took the damp towel and if passed again on the face. He felt heat and pain, although not remember why. Maybe someone had tried to stop him this time. Splendid
shook his head, with a certain nonchalance, and grew close at a slow pace. "Excuse you. Have not arrived ... "he hesitated" in time. "He concluded, then extending a hand to move away from the piece of cloth from the face of the other. Took it gently out of the hands, it just blinked and began to clean the bloodstains in turn, moving from cheek to throat, neck in front.
It was generally agreed that Splendid was a superhero. This was relatively true, provided that all continue to read his comic books and that no one genuinely in need of help.
Flippy was also a hero to those who own death have a beautiful stone finish and a lot of medals on his jacket from the corpse. Flippy but was also a coward, and that ultimately he had never forgotten anyone. The Superhero
knew what was going on in the world, and it was the idea that Sergeant deserved a more dignified treatment of a room all white padded cushions, a little 'because every time someone resurrected after dying a little more than half a day and a bit 'in the city because, actually, there were no asylums. Splendid
So we let him go, not too few of those times gave Flippy freak out, and took care of calling all right once you finished the moment of hustle.
"Ouch. "Groaned the military, with a wink when the Superhero pressed too hard against his nose. Splendid pursed her lips, placed what was now only a rag on the sink and sighed. For the clothes could not do anything.
"Here, like new. "He said then, placing his hands on the side and nodding. "Is that better? "
The bathroom was neither too small nor too narrow, so that when moved another step back There was enough space to move a little '. There was silence behind the door, the taste of death and whipped cream, smelling of wax candles and flickering depths.
Flippy nodded and scratched his cheek with a terribly embarrassed and guilty. He glanced over the shoulders of Splendid, scanning the door closed and lips pursed in knowing that nothing would leave it to him open. He drew it from the sink, slid to the ground and put his knees to his chest.
"Today is my birthday, you know? "He said after a while ', looking up with a tired smile. "It had to be Flaky, but I think that with all the mess I've made will be gone into hiding somewhere. "He sketched
a nervous laugh, she sighed and closed his eyes.
could almost see the colors of birthday cake, to feel the heat of the fire of the candles under the chin. The smell of candy, the sound of that wrapping paper, torn to the ground, it seemed so similar to that of machine guns in full operation. Splendid
sat down side by side, stretched legs to the edge of the tub and said nothing. The silence became persistent, and the imagination of Flippy was dyed a horrible suspicion. So
smiled nervously again, and again looked back at his friend. He hesitated, braced his feet on the ground and looked down. "He was coming, right? He asked quietly, tired. Guilty. "Flaky. "Splendid
looked at him with the corner of my eye, before him, and then the door. A few more hours and would return as usual.
"It's nothing, Flippy. " answered, including the inconvenience and could not bear the force of habit. She stretched her arm and around his shoulders, sighed and put his fingers through his hair, green and stringy blood.
"Tomorrow is another day. "