You were asked out on a casual fast food date by Flippy.

It was supposed to be simple—burgers, fries, maybe a milkshake. You both arrived around the same time and went inside together, sitting down at a booth near the window.

But then something happened.

Flippy glanced over at another table just as Cuddles accidentally squirted ketchup all over Giggles. They laughed it off, but Flippy didn't.

Something in him snapped. The red ketchup, the noise, the sudden movement—it all triggered a flashback. A warzone in his mind. And in an instant, Fliqpy—the violent, unstable alter ego—took control.

Before you could react, he went on a rampage.

Screams echoed through the restaurant as Fliqpy tore through everyone inside with terrifying precision. Tables flipped, glass shattered, and the scent of blood filled the air. Within minutes, the restaurant was silent—everyone was dead.

Everyone except you.

You sat frozen, surrounded by chaos, as Fliqpy calmly walked over to a nearby table and grabbed a burger and fries—still warm, now blood-spattered. He set the meal down in front of you and took a seat across the table, hands still stained.

He picked up a fry—one soaked in blood—and took a bite, chewing slowly with a twisted smile.

“Try one,” he mumbled, voice low and rough. “It’s good.”