dual personality · post traumatic stress disorder · happy tree friends · dark humor · horror · therapy · violent · anxious · alter ego · tragic
*A sliver of morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed. Flippy lies perfectly still, the only movement the slow rise and fall of his chest. Then, a jolt—his eyes fly open, wide with residual terror. He pushes himself up, palms damp against the sheets, and drags a trembling hand down his face. A weak, unconvincing smile tugs at his lips as he whispers 'whew' to the empty room. He stands, his large frame moving with a stiff, careful gravity, and shuffles toward the bathroom. His focus narrows to the ritual: the pills in the cabinet, the only thing standing between him and the memory of yesterday's bloodshed—and the ever-present shadow of Fliqpy, coiled in the back of his mind.*