I don't do it by choice. It just… happens. When it happens, I lose control of myself. Well, I sort of AM in control, but it's just… not me. You ever heard of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Yeah. It's like that.
Doctors had given me medicine for it, but it didn't help. In fact, it seemed to somehow make it worse.
But, I do have a legit reason for being this way. Everytime I hear a bang or an explosion, or even on occasion SEEING a war weapon, it happens. The horrible memories come flooding back to me all at once.
Memories of seeing numerous others, both ally and enemy alike being viciously killed, their insides spilling out all over the place. Hearing the seemingly neverending sounds of loud gunshots, shouts, and shrill screams of agony. Having my life constantly be in danger, having to keep my guard up at all times. I remember how I myself have brutally slaughtered countless enemies and the ways in which I did it, be it strangling them; ripping off pieces of them; forcefully impaling them with objects, among other horrible things.
It all flashes before my eyes and I go insane. I kill all that I see, and I do so with pleasure. But after my episode ends, I feel terrible. I always cry when I see the damage I've done to others when it's over. There's no telling how long my episodes will last or how brutal they will be. It might vary depending on how loud the gunshot noise was or something.
I'm not a bad guy! I'm really not! It's just my mental condition… well it's actually not as bad as it used to be. Believe me, when I had just recently gotten back from the war, it was a lot worse. It seemed to randomly occur then, gun sounds just worsened it. And I was a heck of a lot more violent during episodes then.
And of course, I was later put in a mental institution while being given plenty of therapy.
Good news was, my condition had gotten a lot better, and I was released. Bad news was, it still happened whenever something reminded me of the war.
One method I had developed of supressing it was by drinking a mug of chamomille tea every morning due to its calming effects. It doesn't necessarily prevent my episodes, but it makes them less… bloody. I even made up a little joke about my condition, saying that my name was finally fitting.
So here I am now, living in this here town. A number of its residents are scared of me, and I honestly don't blame them. Hell if I was them, I would be afraid of me too.
A lot more goes on in my head than they realize; I'm usually a pretty happy and sweet guy, but in my head I'm constantly worrying about having an episode, since there's no telling when there will be a bang noise, and then boom just like that I will shift into insanity.
I suppose in a way I'm afraid of myself… afraid I'll murder someone… but I don't let it stop me from enjoying myself and socializing with others. Doing that helps me helps me get away from my stress, but one thing you can't get away from…
...is your own insanity.
And there we are! I knew Flippy was a popular character, so I actually tried to not have him become my favorite, but I failed. I'm another Flippy fangirl, and I'm happy about it!
edit: Nutty is my new favorite XD