Flippy never looked at the girl.
“Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you, or any member of the Haven.”
Lammy wanted to see his face, but he wouldn’t budge. He refused to see any member of the Haven in the eyes, not after hearing they betrayed him and his family.
“Please. I just want to talk.”
“Talk to your pickle.”
She looked at her stuffed toy.
“I always do. He’s the only one I ever talk to.”
“His name’s Mr. Pickles.”
“Uhh.. OK? Well, why don’t you and that pickle just get out of here. I’m just gonna sit here and wait to die.”
Lammy didn’t like to hear Flippy talk like this; she had heard several stories about him from Pop before. He called him “brave,” “outspoken,” and “happy.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Because life hates me.”
“The army changed me. Made me into a monster.”
“A monster… You mean that version of you we saw back at the shelter?”
“Huh? You mean we’re aren’t in the shelter now?”
“Oh yeah. We knocked you out before we brought you here. You aren’t in Tree Town anymore, you’re in a place called ‘The Tiger Pit.’”
Flippy somehow figured out it was a base for Tiger and his army.
“Why are we here?”
“Cause this is where your trial is being held at.”
Flippy didn’t care about the trial; he knew he was doomed.
“Anyway, you were crying before. Because of a girl, right?”
“Yeah. How did you know.”
She knelt down to him.
“Because I am one. And plus, it’s how I felt when you killed Truffles.”
“Oh, that sailor guy. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry; he wasn’t very liked anyway and he was kind of a attention hog.”
“Well alright, if you’re sure it’s OK.”
“It’s ok. I’m alright now.”
Suddenly, Flippy felt Lammy’s hands on his neck, strangling him. He choked for his life, and all he heard was…
“No, Mr. Pickles! Stop it!”
He decided to save his life by pulling his head forward hard, ramming Lammy’s head into the bars. She let go and rubbed her head. Flippy coughed, and shouted.
“Are you insane?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“I’m sorry. Mr. Pickles doesn’t like you.”
“Who cares about your damn pickle? Why’d you start choking me?!”
“I wasn’t. I saw it; Mr. Pickles was with your dog tags.”
She bowed her head, and saw her hands; they were red, like they were grabbing someone. She put her hands to her face and started sobbing. Then she threw the pickle away, not wanting to see it. She went back to sobbing.
Flippy then realized; he’d seen this before. Someone not accepting whats real. Someone unaware that they are causing torment, and instead are seeing something or someone else cause it. He knew a man who did the same thing back in the army; he wouldn’t stop saying that he was seeing more and more people trying to kill him, only for others to know he kept trying to commit suicide.
It was a mental disorder known as Schizophrenia.
Flippy suddenly felt sympathy for the girl; someone so young suffering from such a horrible illness.
He reached out his hand and placed it on her head. She looked up and finally saw his eyes.
“I know… How you feel, Lammy.”
“This has happened before, hasn’t it?”
She remembered; she saw Mr. Pickles once grab a large knife and thrust it into her mother’s neck. She screamed so loud that her father entered, who Mr. Pickles got up on his head, and quickly snapped his neck. She didn’t want to be here anymore, not around her dead parents. But, they were her parents, so she sobbed as she kneeled down and hugged them both. Then Mr. Pickles got on her shoulder and she threw him away. She then ran out the door, into the street.
She then realized the truth.
“Oh, dear god… I was the one who killed my parents… I always thought it was him.”
She hated Mr. Pickles, but he was the only one she could talk to; the Haven treated her as a freak for having a pickle for a friend.
She couldn’t handle it. She started wailing, knowing now that she was a murderer.
Flippy wished he could hug her; she probably never felt someone’s love in a long time. He finally knew someone who knew his feelings; knowing you were a murderer, yet you couldn’t help it.
She saw him crying to and just couldn’t hold it anymore.
"I'm sorry, Lammy."
She looked up at him and reached into her turtleneck.
“Listen, please don’t run.”
She brought out a key, unlocked the door, got inside and locked it. She then hugged him, tightly. He never felt love like this since Flaky. But he figured she hated him now; he broke another promise to her. She begged him not to leave her, but he left her anyway. He felt so ashamed.
She broke the hug.
“Listen, Flippy. We need your help.”
He scratched his head.
“Listen. We hate working for Tiger.”
“You mean... The Haven?”
“Yes. We’re only doing this to protect ourselves. But no more. We can’t face it anymore. Pop refused to attack you at first, but then Tiger announced to us that the 'weapon' was ready.”
“A secret weapon, supposedly so powerful that it’ll destroy everything it’s ordered to, without challenge.”
Flippy wondered; a secret weapon so powerful that even The Haven couldn’t face it? It must be terrifying.
“Why me? The Tree Friends hate me now.”
“No. They can’t.”
“I was at the battlefield. I saw how they looked as you gave yourself up. There was heartbreak in their eyes, and that bunny looking guy looked furious. Only a true friend can cause that kind of heartbreak.
“You mean… they don’t hate me?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying they must care for you. A lot.”
“I know that.”
“So what’s the problem? They are known to rebel against… Pretty much anything. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did come to the trial and rescue you.”
Flippy then smirked. His plan was working.
“And you guys?”
“What about us?”
“Are you guys gonna help us if we help you?”
“I… I don’t know. Pop hates Tiger just as much as you guys, but he’s also afraid of him.”
“But if you join us, we’ll take down Tiger together. I know we will.”
“Convince Pop. We’re already ready to join. I wanted to be a Tree Friend too, but when Pop found me he forebode it. Nutty wants to be a Tree Friend again. So does Mime.”
Flippy smirked again. Just as he thought his plan was gonna go.
“OK. We’ll help you.”
Lammy then smiled. She and The Haven had friends. In the most unexpected places.
“Thank you. Thank you Flippy.”
Lammy stared into his eyes.
"I... I'm so glad I met you finally. You... You really are a wonderful man, just like Pop said so. But... To know you were this amazing... I can't help it anymore."
Then, Lammy did something Flippy will never forget.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.
Flippy didn’t know how to feel; this girl he’d only known for a few minutes just kissed him. He felt violated. And guilty for liking it.
She broke the kiss. He stood flabbergasted.
“What was that for?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just been so long since I’ve known someone like you. You’re such a strong man, and you would do anything for your family. And plus, I’m glad there’s another who feels my mental pain.”
Flippy could see the truth in her eyes; she was in love with him.
“I… I have to go now. Good luck at the trial.”
She went out the cell door and locked it. She never took her eye off him, neither did he with her. She blew him another kiss and walked off.
Flippy sat down on his bed, which was metal and hanging by two chains.
“Wow. That was… Awesome.”
Fliqpy shuddered in pleasure in Flippy’s mind.
“Calm down. It was just a kiss.”
“Oh, no it was not. Did you feel her body melt in your arms? She wants us so bad!”
Flippy knew that his id was saying the truth.
“Fliqpy, are you falling for her?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’d rather have a crazy girl than a wussy girl.”
Flippy knew he was talking about Flaky.
“Shut up. I still love Flaky.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, dumbass. But what happens when you might have to choose between the two? Would you rather have a girl who loves you and is miserable without you, but doesn’t understand you at all, or a girl who loves you and understands you, but would probably be better off alone?”
Flippy was lost in his mind. Fliqpy did kind of have a point. Flaky was a wonderful girl, but she would never now how he feels. And yet, Lammy was just the same, but she's dangerous. Much like he was.
He just decided to black out, fast asleep.
The next day, he found himself in front of several tiger soldiers, all holding rifles. He felt his legs weighted to the floor. He felt his wrists chained to two large steel pillars. He was right next to a large, black screen, which suddenly turned on, and Tiger’s ugly face was on it, laughing evilly.
“Wake up, Vetern. You’re on trial.”
Flippy bowed his head.
“Prosecutor, you may begin with the opening statement.”
A rough looking man, wearing what seemed like a red captains jacket, two peg legs and an eye patch over his right eye approached Flippy. This was Russell, the most feared man on the seas, and Tigers admiral of his naval fleet.
He spoke with a rough, sailor voice.
“Felix Vetern, you are being charged with treason against the land, and The Great Tiger, and the punishment is immediate execution. How do you plead?”
He raised his head and grinned bravely.
Everyone stared at each other, confused.
“He admits it?” “He’s crazy!” “No one has ever pleaded guilty!”
“Very well. Prosecutor you may call your first witness.”
The trial went on, with several witnesses going against Flippy. No one supported him; there was no need for defense. The trial went on for hours, just delaying the inevitable.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
Everyone responded: “GUILTY!”
Tiger laughed heartily.
“Very well. I sentence the defendant to death, effective immediately. Prosecutor, please call forward the Executioner.”
Russell signaled for the executioner, who walked slowly, covered in shadows. He was holding a large, black shotgun. Flippy was trying to see who it was, but when he was revealed he almost wished he hadn’t.
Standing before him, holding the gun, was the man claiming to be his father, Pop, dressed in black garments.