Flippy/Fliqpy X Reader: No One Touches You

After hurrying in, you lock the door behind you, startling Flippy, who was cleaning the living room, and seeing you in panic mode, he runs over to you.

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Flippy: Hey, what's going on?! What's wrong?

Y/n: My ex just tried to grab me and I ran back home since he was starting to follow me!

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Flippy looks down at your wrist and sees a visible handprint left around it. Knowing that you tend to bruise easily, he knew it was only a matter of time before it'd look worse. But that's not the only thing running through his mind right now. 

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Flippy: Stay here.

Y/n: Where are you-

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Before you finish your sentence, Flippy rushes out the door, leaving the door slightly open. He knows what your ex looks like, as this isn't the first time that your ex has tried to contact you. Before, he tried to call and text you all the time, but after you blocked him from every social media app you have, he's been very persistent in trying to see you. 

Flippy runs outside in search of your ex-boyfriend. While he's running and searching, the color of his eyes starts to turn yellow. There's something about Flippy that not everyone knows. He doesn't need to be triggered by something that reminds him of war for Fliqpy to emerge. Fliqpy can come out when he gets really pissed. And because he and Flippy are in one body, if Flippy gets to a certain level of anger, then Fliqpy will come out and let out his frustration on the person who thought it was a good idea to piss him off. 

And in case you're wondering, Fliqpy can also appear when he gets turned on. Which is pretty much you see Fliqpy at least twice a day. More than twice whenever you're cleaning and you have to be in a position to clean certain areas. 

But back to Flippy, who just entered the park, sees your ex sitting on one of the benches. Your ex seems to be pissed and annoyed by your actions of running away from him. Flippy's eyes are mismated, meaning that one is green, and the other is yellow. 

Flippy could have brought one of his weapons with him. But those would just be for show since he knows all he needs is his bare hands.

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...Later...

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Sitting in the enormous bathtub, water just reaching over your chest, you see the bruise coming up from your wrist as you raise your hand up. The same wrist where your ex-boyfriend grabbed you. 

You left him because he was toxic. A gaslighting and manipulative asshole. He would do things like this when you and he were together. It felt like you were walking on sharp eggshells whenever you were with him. You never felt like you were safe, cherished, loved, all the things that being in a healthy relationship would bring. It was emotionally difficult at the time, but you left him. You left without saying anything to him. You left, and he didn't even know until it was too late.

Seeing this on your wrist only brings bad memories. But you know being here, home where Flippy is, makes you feel safe. But at the same time... you feel weak... You feel like you could have done something to prevent your ex from grabbing you but...

That's when you hear the front door open and hear Flippy's voice calling your name out. You reply to him by saying you're in the bathroom, specifically in the bathtub.

When he gets to the bathroom, he knocks and asks if he could come in, to which you let him. Even though you two have been living together for a few months and he's seen you naked countless times, he still asks since he respects if you want some privacy. 

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Flippy: Smells really nice in here.

Y/n: That's my new body wash you're smelling.

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The color of his eyes is mismatched, so you know that both Flippy and Fliqpy are here. He then sits on the edge of the tub and lowers his hand down to where your wrist is. Carefully lifting your wrist, he kisses your bruise. 

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Flippy: I'm sorry I wasn't there when this happened. 

Y/n: Hey don't blame yourself. If anything... I blame myself. I was weak and I could have-

Flippy: No, no, you don't blame yourself for anything. This isn't your fault in any way. And you never have to worry about him again either. 

Y/n: You killed him? 

Flippy: As much as I wanted to do that right then and there, I got a better idea. 

Y/n: Like?...

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He had you get out of the bath early to get dressed. And the next thing you know, you're sitting in the passenger seat of his large truck while he takes the driver's seat and soon you two take off. In the trunk of the truck, there is a large wooden crate. When you walk past it, you think you heard something.

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Y/n: Where are we going? And what's in the crate? 

Flippy: We're just dropping off some waste to the toxic treatment facility. 

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You're a little surprised that he has some toxic waste in his trunk today since he usually does this on the weekends rather than the weekdays. 

On your way there you hear some banging and muffled noises coming from the crate. Okay, now you know you're not crazy. Something alive is in the crate. Wait... is it?...

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Y/n: Hey babe? 

Flippy: Yeah?

Y/n: Is there something or someone in the crate?

Flippy: Aw, you just ruined the surprise.

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When he looks at you, you see his eye colors are not mismatched anymore, but yellow. And his calm smile turns into an evil smirk. Oh boy.

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Fliqpy: How am I supposed to keep my promise to you? That you'll never have to worry about him again? 

Y/n: Uhh...

Fliqpy: I've been letting that guy get away alive for too long, only because you calmed me down before I could do anything to him. But today he did more than cross that line. And I got to protect you no matter what. But don't worry, after I drop him off, we can go get some milkshakes. You got your seatbelt on right?

Y/n: Yeah, why?

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He then stomps on the gas, causing the truck to drive over a hundred miles per hour. Speeding through the long roads until reaching the entrance of the treatment plant. 

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Y/n: Babe slow down! You're going to get us killed!

Fliqpy: This isn't my first time doing this you know.

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Smashing through the front small wooden gates at the entrance, passing through several tanks and barrels of toxic waste. He knows there's this tank that keeps most of the toxic waste. As he gets closer to it, he spins the wheel, spinning the truck until it reaches in front of the tank and the wooden crate in the trunk falls off and falls into the vat of toxic waste.

After the crate practically starts sinking, Fliqpy turns the wheel back to normal and casually drives off out of the treatment plant. You on the other are trying not to have a fucking heart attack. 

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Fliqpy: Now we can go get some milkshakes. How are you feeling baby?

Y/n:...

Fliqpy: (Chuckles) You still alive?

Y/n: Yeah, yeah... I just need more than a... a minute to process all of this. 

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He just smiles to himself. He knows exactly what will get your mind off of it. Pulling off to the side of the road, he unfastens his seat belt, reaches over to your seat, and pulls the lever on the side to pull the seat back as far as it will go. 

Fliqpy puts the truck in park before he gets out of his seat and hovers over you. While he stares into your eyes, he starts to unbutton his uniform. 

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Fliqpy: You know how much I love you, right? And if I have to do this on a daily basis, you know I will. 

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You're speechless right now. You know he isn't lying when he says he'll murder someone for you. 

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Fliqpy: I'm not letting anyone take you away from me...

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...To Be Continued...