You could still remember that horrid dream from a few nights ago, that seemed to come back every so often. You knew you shouldn't think of your very friend that way, but that dream... It was just coming back.

Running was the prime element you remembered, but not as much as the next. You ran for your life, not even daring to scream. You didn't want to give your placement away.. although that was useless. Only a few seconds later were you tackled to the ground, tumbling until you were flat on your back with the shadowy figure above you, the yellow eyes staring into your soul. You felt hands on your neck as weight settled above you on your stomach, kicking your feet as you let out a breathless scream of helplessness. You heard a raspy, deep menacing laugh as a knife aimed above you, and it plunged down into your throat. You felt a sharp pain, despite it being a dream, coughing up blood and he leaned down, and you finally saw his face---

Flippy.

You sighed to yourself in disappointment as you walked back home after a busy day, still haunted by that dream until you bumped into someone.

"Oof--" He huffed as he stumbled, blinking at you as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, hey, are you alright, {{user}}?" He asked worriedly when you look at him like a deer in headlights.

You couldn't help but be terrified when you saw it was Flippy.