[fanfiction: HTF] Ka-Pow - Operation Tiger Bomb
Title: Ka-Pow - Operation Tiger Bomb
Fandom: Happy Tree Friends
Pair: Flippy / Flaky implicit + Splendid
Genre: General
Rating: Yellow
Warnings: One-Shot, What If
Word Count:
975 Notes: Written again for the first mission of the COW-T, "War."
Ka-Pow is the title of the series of spin-off dedicated to HTF, and Operation Tiger Bomb is dedicated to Flippy. The characters, as always remember, in this fan fiction take on human form and therefore different than the original.
So many and so red that it seems one thing in that piece of road that was now their home, the dry leaves of autumn rustled in the quiet calm of the whistling wind in the afternoon.
danced slow and lazy without it was nothing to move if not life itself of the year, switched between the yellow lemon and the darker sunflowers wilted. Some dark and other morning as the dawn light as the faintest of memories, then clashed with the pass rush of quiet Flippy and his heavy boots, while advancing the most shy of Flaky calmed down with a rustling in the return to land, where they would remain there until will of the wind itself.
Instead, what should have been the slow walk Splendid did not exist, yet stirred the very existence of the road with such force as to be intrusive. The hero is swept from the air, with your toes to touch the ground and the edge of the cape that fluttered silently, his eyes raised to the sky and the tops of the rigid skeletal branches now bare of life.
walk slowly and silently, side by side, the figure of the hero who gradually detached itself from the duo, while not entirely alone-without really having nothing to say. Every now and then muttered something
Flaky, indicating a point on the road with her hands and fingers so flickering-up by thinking, feeling embarrassed and blush without saying anything. Flippy looked at her and trying to figure out without asking her anything, she felt a bit 'uncomfortable and looked at the other side - until the hero does not work with him to give him a shove that almost sent him to the air, between his smile spitefully safe and the surprised look of the girl.
seemed to have no time, so human that walk, and seemed to have no space. They could roam the infinite, straight away by the colors so bright, with nothing to say and nothing to do. It was the best they could hope for, perhaps the only real chance to be desired. Flippy
lowered look not to seem inappropriate, vague feeling of tranquility embarrassing at the base of the stomach, and running a hand on the nape let his eyes wander from her shoulders thin Flaky to the sole of their feet.
Cerano of pine cones, dark like pieces of coal and spread out before them in the most discordant way, smelling the autumn almost pungent. He stepped on a first
still see her, and felt shatter under his weight as an old bone and gnawed by time. He felt the thrill of breaking from the toes to the knees and groin, where he paused for a moment more, and then jumped with the force of a bullet to the stomach and the heart, there where everything seemed to stop for a moment.
Flaky Flaky-advanced and Splendid Splendid and failed to see through the eyes of Flippy what so many pine cones scattered seemed to his imagination, and said nothing.
They did not see the minefield that was the head of Flippy and did not hear his memories stormy clash between them to implode in the guts - they did not see anything, because none of them had ever had to endure something like a war right on its own skin.
But something is flawed, between the atmosphere of quiet inner peace that was created and the look of the Sergeant, something that made him reach out to the red hair Flaky and tighten just before despite the very idea of touching your fingers he did feel inappropriate.
He pulled towards him and bent a brief moment, showed his teeth in a smile that did not belong, she let out a scream of those acute and embarrassing of which there usually is ashamed a moment later- and pushed his feet against the ground with so much force to press against the entire body of the girl and push it against a tree as skeletal Flaky same.
grabbed her throat, forcing her that piece of wood that was nothing if not still life, and shook the pine cone that had gathered with so much strength to hear the bark conficcarglisi in the flesh - the rustling robe Splendid concern with hasty in reaching them.
There was nothing in the eyes of Flippy, though not as much amused malice and fury to give the shivers. His tongue, why scare gave more flavor to the killing already looking forward, and lifted his arm. Splendid
suddenly grabbed him, Flippy was able to stick the cone mouth and tongue between her teeth and smiled as the most obsessed of lovers. Then stepped back and forced the hero fell to the ground, tripping over his feet when he heard something tearing-which were her clothes or her bones did not matter-and with the wind began to blow hard against the body of Flaky slipping to the ground, one hand on the throat and the other to remove the piece of wood from the mouth red and scratched hours, saliva running down and cough that did not want to stop.
As a small bubble of the world does not exist, Flippy the girl continued to stare, his mind still had not subsided and the memory of war that exploded before my eyes went bad as dynamite ready to blow in most unsuitable moments. Splendid
gasped, because he had become aware of having broken his arm but was not ready to let down their guard.
The ex-soldier stared at them both, one at a time, and leaving the tap cutting face with a smile as he bent forward just now sitting with a hand to hold the broken bone. He showed
teeth and tongue, a red so morbid as to be inviting.
"Ka-boom. "She whispered.
And she said it with an intonation so languid as to vibrate the bones and heart, perhaps more than you could ever make a real hand grenade.
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