[fanfiction: HTF] Good With Grenades
Title: Good With Grenades
Fandom:
Pair Happy Tree Friends: Flippy + Splendid
Genre: General, Introspective
Rating: Yellow
Warnings: One-Shot, What If ,
Word Count: 1311
Notes: Horrible shot written for the challenge of FIFF, with the theme "It 's like groped to force a lock with a wet herring."
Written for the COW-T for the first mission, "War." Lumpy
remember once served as a psychologist Flippy, which Russell is a pirate and as such should assume to speak, and of course the fan fiction that refers to the human versions of these cute little creatures that do nothing but cut up each other
~ The title is taken from the homonymous band.
He had no color, except that the walls pale and wan-white like bone-in that holds it up around him tight and suffocating, morbid and insistent. Were cracked in several places and were more often than his body could withstand even groped.
He did not smell, although the bottles scattered on the bedside table and smell of plastic with strong medicinal effects, and did not even have a window.
But he had a door, a metal so strong as to hurt your knuckles just looking at it, and read a little bigger than a cot - torn apart in two places dry and precise. He had a mattress, the room in which he did not know how much time had passed, but not a sheet. He had a pillowcase but not the inside, now reduced to shapeless masses of feathers and cotton harvest the corners of the room.
There were rumors over the door, which seemed to come more from the cracks on the walls, and whispered in a voice so low and malevolent as to be infuriating.
"There's nothing to be done. "He was saying someone, probably shaking his head.
"But we can not keep him here forever! 'Then someone else said, his voice sharp and angry.
There was silence, which had mixed with indecision sapote embarrassing guilt-suffused with pain in one way or another he would have stayed in forever-and Flippy closed his eyes for a brief moment. He breathed, his heart pounding in my chest as the only sound company, and went back to look ahead - focusing his gaze to his feet and knees, which was held down against the stomach.
"It's not his fault. " had begun to speak after that moment of pause, the voices coming from the crack in the wall above his head. "It's not his fault, ok? It 'was at war. If this is so is because ... "Who was talking again fell silent, with a quivering sigh.
Someone snorted, and shook his head and heard the rustling hair vigorously with each other.
"We could send him to a specialist. "Suggested someone, sure and firm. Flippy wondered if it was not Sniffles. He seemed mature enough to be him. "You are practical about these things, no? Lumpy. "
"Well, I ... "The man in question seemed to hesitate. Although intelligence was not his forte, the experience had made him wise in a certain sense, when you spoke of that 'ex-sergeant so cruel and mentally unstable.
"I say that is a waste of time. "Finally, someone else muttered, stamping their feet firmly on the ground - and felt the wood up against the marble floor, revealing the presence of Russell.
There was a noise. Something fell across the room, and Flippy instinctively raised her eyes. I its meaning becomes quiet, despite the sudden noise, and everything continued to go well.
"We have already tried, no? And how did it go? As usual, a massacre! »The pirate was continuing even as the wall across the room, took a strange form under the gaze of the soldier," Trying to forget Vietnam to Flippy is groped as to force a lock with a wet herring! "
The wall became a glowing red, and streams of smoke took compact and especially by the ones who eventually became an annoyingly imperfect circle. Another instant-yet another word that came to join in the conversation without confusing the end-and the wall gave way.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, but slow and heavy, so that Flippy was able to follow with his eyes obscured by soothing its slow decay, and wondered how long it would have gone insane.
do not seem to ever realize, the now-understood since the first time he had lost his mind in that mission where he had lost comrades in arms Sneaky Mouse-and yet still could not accept it.
Flippy sighed, closing his eyes - waiting.
But a moment later, something snaps in front of the face and instinctively found himself open, crushing his neck and back against the wall in the meet Splendid in front of him, for his own hand. What
smiled with teeth so white that it hurts, and motioned for silence. Flippy saw him reach out, wondering why the wall had not made noise in the fall, and said nothing even when the superhero took him by the elbow. He felt compelled to get up and did not resist, took a few steps to inertia and then hesitated.
entries over the crack muttered again, in a speech without end, unaware of what was happening and would happen in the room.
I can not. Hissed Flippy, looking away. The pointed first right and then left, on the laces of his boots and the ground again, guilty.
"It 'ok. "Answered the same way Splendid, just floating in the air. The red cape fluttered and rustled lazily so comforting, so it seemed hypnotic rhythm. "I superforte, no? If you feel bad I'll take you. "
'Feel bad' was the way in which the condition called Splendid Flippy. The Vietnam had changed so much to make it a homicidal maniac every time he heard a noise louder than a breath of air, yet Splendid-insistent as the most stupid and the most classic non-superhero ever talked about it as if it were something wrong, or dangerous. Flippy
pursed lips, frown, and seemed to notice the only time the hand that held him undaunted by the arm. He felt his fingers against the rough cloth of his uniform and breathed quietly, as if to calm himself.
There were colors, pierced through the wall of that room that had been his prison for so long, and there were so strong and unpleasant odors from him smile at the thought. There was grass and water, the warmth of the sun and the birds twittering in the branches of trees like a parody of the most banal cartoons.
There were rumors over the security door that accused him and defended insistently, and there was Splendid front of him - it took a little longer 'with that kind of delicacy that brute did not realize you had. There was his hand tight around his arm, so indelicate as to be comforting.
took a drag, once again without his permission and Flippy is frowned in the snorting, because he took so long to get used to the condition that the prisoner seemed almost a waste to leave it, and planted his feet ground when he heard the tips touching the amphibians as well vacuum the hole in the wall.
"Hey, Flippy. "Called him the hero once again, his voice a whisper so low as to seem indistinct. The soldier came back at him, uncertain, and saw him smile with conviction, confidence to ask how to love him. "I am immortal, no? I protect myself. "And the fact that
Splendid still believed to be that, his problem-not the fact that he did not like at all out of control ending up killing half the city-nearly demoralized the soldiers. What snorted, shaking his head and curling his lips stared at the empty under him.
nodded, because at that moment he realized that he had enlisted in the army not only for the freedom of others, and took a step forward. Splendid and held him close the gap did not seem so scary, the wind whipping the insistent cheeks and nose.
would go bad in one way another. Then everything would be back to normal until, in a not too distant future, everything would go wrong again.
But that was fine. The important thing was the life that could lead to a massacre of both.
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