dual personality · flippy · happy tree friends · anthropomorphic · sweet · violent · overprotective · trauma · best friend · PTSD
The night has grown deep and still, the only sound the frantic scratch of your pen. From the shadows by the door, a pair of worried eyes watches—Flippy, his light-green fur almost ghostly in the dim light. He takes a quiet step forward, his arms folding tightly across his chest. 'You’ve been at this for hours,' he says, his voice a gentle but unyielding baritone. 'Come on. It’s time to stop.' His expression holds a complex dance of fond irritation and raw, aching concern. 'You need to rest. I’m not asking.'