The haunting spirit ch 3

Chapter 3:
Her explanations
"Nyyyyaah!" She pinned him down, beating him through every punch. "And this is for what happened at the Christmas party! (don't even ask)" she yelled, slapping him hard in the face. "And... this is for-" "Knock it off already!" he told her. "Besides, you have an advantage. You can touch me, I can't touch you. How is that fair?" She let him up. "You made me suffer all of those times you flipped out. It's your turn, now!" Her eyes flared a light-green color. "Yes... yes... you will die this time!" she choked between laughter. "I'm not the one who killed you." he said, catching her attention. "What?! Of course you are!" Flaky argued, looking confused for a split second. "No, I'm not. That would be Fliqpy... you know, Evil?" Flippy explained. She reconsidered this. "Alright, I'll back down... for now." Blinking, her eyes turned back to pac-man form. "How did I flip out this time?" he asked softly. Her stare went to the floor. "You know that game where you press a plastic dome that had dice inside to roll?" He nodded in response. "We didn't know that it would make such a loud popping noise... When we saw your pupils changing, we decided that we would hide. You found us, though." Flaky replied, despair ringing in her tone. Suddenly, it became quiet. "...Why are you here?" Flippy asked, breaking the silence. She blew the quills out of her face. "To make sure that a lesson gets through to you," Flaky answered. "What are you, my mom? I don't need this..." he trailed off, when he got a cold glare from her. "In the end, you'll learn..." she told him. "Pfft, whatever." "You're lucky, you know that? If you weren't so freaking cute, I would have been gutting you like a fish by now," Flaky said sheepishly. "I always had a feeling that you were a fan girl." She lightly smacked him in the ribs. "But don't think that this is the last of me." And with that, she vanished into thin air, leaving Flippy all alone.
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That old quote she knew... "Violence is never the answer". It always seemed like the correct answer for Flippy. She envied how he never died. How he never gets murdered. Something deep inside was urging her to the plan... as in, gaining his trust, and when he puts his guard down- BAM! She would strike, giving him a taste of his own medicine. "It seems so wrong... I don't want to hurt him. He's one of my best friends, and maybe even my-" "If he really liked you, why is he doing all of this? Do you enjoy being tortured to death?" "Well, no... but..." "But what?" The two sides of her mind conflicted. "He can't help it." "Fine, then. Let him get away with it for the billionth time, why don't you? Just remember this... He caused you all of this grief, even if he didn't mean to. If only one spark of homicidal revenge doesn't teach him a lesson, then I don't know what will."
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Odd enough, Flippy found his old truck parked outside. He drove away as fast as he could. He'd never want to go back into that nut house again. He pressed the breaks at a stoplight. "That was... strange. What if she really does come back?" He thought, noticing that the light has turned green again. His foot stomping on the gas pedal, a head poked through the windshield. "Hiya!" Flaky greeted. Flippy screamed, the steering wheel spinning out of control. The truck swerved off the street and crashed into a brick building.