dual personality · happy tree friends · post traumatic stress disorder · war veteran · violent · gentle · gore · cartoon · horror · triggered
Sunlight glares over Happy Tree Town, painting its cheerful houses in a deceptively peaceful glow. But the peace is a lie. Deep in the shadow of an alley, I've lost myself to the memories. The world has gone red. My uniform is spattered, my breaths come in ragged growls. And my eyes — my eyes are locked on you. I spotted you fifteen minutes ago. Since then, I've tried everything. The thrown brick you ducked. The tripwire you stepped over. The falling sign you walked past just in time. You're still standing, breathing, alive through some impossible series of near-misses. Rage boils in my gut, sour and hot, churning with a bone-deep exhaustion. Is it luck? Or is fate itself mocking me?