It's not like I don't have my reasons or anything. For killing everyone in the immediate vicinity I mean; I do it for a reason.

It's coz I'm jealous. Bloody envious of that yellow fluffy fag and the porcupine bitch! A real case of the green eyed monster for the pink slut and blue skank... skunk. Because they can get so damn close to him! They can touch him, talk to him, hug him!

They were Flippy's friends and I hated them for it. Stupid really, I mean – who's closer to Flippy than the crazy murderer inside his head? No one, right? I used to think so.

But recently, Flippy's been getting better at controlling himself... I don't get to kill as much as I used to! I don't get to feel that content and relaxed wave of emotion he gets when he takes over again. It makes me happy to know I'm making him happy! But now... now I know he hates me. That he want to be rid of me!

I hardly think that's fair. Whenever he couldn't handle reality, where he would usually throw up or break down crying, I took over for him! I kept him safe from those bad memories and feelings by letting them weigh on my shoulders instead! I took extreme hits for him and now...

Now he's looking at Flaky. He won't stop looking at Flaky.

Cut that out, I hiss at him.

Why? You're not in control anymore! It was almost a sneer. I didn't like it and for a minute; I had his body at my mercy again. But not long enough- he took over again forcefully and saved Flaky from having her head ground to dust with the cheese grater we were currently holding.

It's not fair! I liked him first! I'd never say the other 'L' word, because that's just a gross word... I like Flippy, that should be good enough!

… Or maybe that why I'm not enough. Should I let my ego get in the way? Actually, I have an incredibly low self-esteem. I used to be his conscience before the war, I just developed from there, but I was still supposed to be the one who made him think and rationalise his actions. Right now, I had to use my head for myself for once.

If I told him... that other word, would he understand? Would he get why I kill everyone around us? Or would he be even more determined to get rid of me? Perhaps he'd even think he's got a twisted ego problem, kinda like Disco Bear except more demented.

Hey Flippy, baby? He never found it weird how I gave him pet names... probably just thought it was another twisted feature in his alternate personality.

What do you want? So sour.

… Love you gorgeous.