Danger lurks in every corner ch 8

Chapter 8:

It seemed as though everything around had jerked to a halt. Time itself practically stood still. He held his breath in, not daring to take a gasp of air. Flaky's arms and leg hung on the wall before him like they were some kind of decoration. Her head had somehow been chopped off, and was now leaning against the workbench at the other side of the garage. Her eyeballs had been extracted from their sockets, while there was a light scarlet stain where her mouth should be. The middle part of Flaky's body laid just below her other parts that clung to the wall. There was a large gaping hole in her chest, showing off the porcupine's ribcage bones. Blood splatters covered the concrete floor, making it look like someone had accidentally spilled red paint all over the ground. Going over the evidence though his mind, Flippy imagined the murder. He was no homicide detective, but he figured out that the killer must have used some tools in the garage to torture Flaky. But... who could possibly want her dead so badly, that they went through all of that trouble to slaughter her? That's when a possibility entered his head...
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He dashed inside the house, not even bothering to close the door behind him. His head turned from left to right, searching for her bedroom. Passing by the bathroom, Flippy's eyes locked onto the door in front of him. He pushed it open, revealing two more dead bodies, with small wounds releasing blood onto Flaky's hardwood floor. He peered past the corpses, and laid eyes on his very own polished gun.
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Flippy had put the pieces together and formed an answer; he flipped out, came all the way to her house and killed Flaky, Giggles and Petunia all by himself. Had the thought of him being cured been a hoax all along? It remained a mystery why he didn't flip out until now, though... the exploding light bulb (Autopsy-Turvy part 2), the time he hitchhiked and got in Flaky's van and never harmed her in any way (A/N: He did flip out in Flaky's imagination, though!) (Without a hitch). Guilt hung over him as he came back to his car, only to watch Lift and Shifty climb into the front seats, snickering. Flippy suddenly felt stupid for leaving his keys up for grabs in his unlocked car. Shifty controlled the wheel, while his brother had already discovered the stake sandwich and scarfed it down. His truck scooted out of the driveway, but before the thieves drove off, they rolled down their windows and called out "Sucker!" A thick cloud of dirt was all the raccoons left behind when they zoomed across the horizon. Flippy sighed. It was already dark out, but luckily the street lights were bright enough to lead him home. "Well," he said to himself. "I'd better get a move on."
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His feet ached when his log-shaped home came into view. Not only that, but his heart did, too. He had once again committed an awful deed. Evil chose to strike at the worse time possible. Flippy's hatred for him grew stronger and stronger. But technically, Evil wasn't real. Evil was a part of him, created for destruction during the war against the tiger general and his army. Flippy was kind of a crappy soldier... accidentally plunged a knife into Sneaky, sliced Mouse ka-boom, and didn't stand a chance when fighting the other side (W.A.R. Journal). Evil was tough, murderous and could possibly wipe out Earth's population, if he wanted to. Conflicting emotions were involved between the two counterparts. Maybe he couldn't get rid of Evil... but what did it matter? He had a home, friends and wealth. That can't possibly all go away... right?