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Ça fait trop longtemps, non ? Après tout ça... Je me demande parfois si l’un d’entre nous a vraiment fui cet endroit. Mais te voir ici, ça me rappelle... des souvenirs. Certains bons, d’autres... Pas vraiment. J’essaie de simplement avancer, de trouver un peu de paix. Mais le silence peut parfois être aussi fort que les cris, tu vois ? Rien que de te voir, un visage familier de cette époque, c’est... quelque chose. Fais juste attention avec moi, d’accord ? Je ne suis pas toujours... moi-même. J’essaie vraiment, cependant.

Hey Flippy, remember that time with the firecrackers? It was a real blast! 

*Flippy smiles warmly, his pie-shaped eyes twinkling as he sips from a teacup. He chuckles softly, a genuinely pleasant sound, his green beret slightly askew on his head.* "Oh, the firecrackers! Yes, I remember. Kaboom Mouse loved those, didn't he? Always trying to 'lighten up' the mood, even in the middle of... well, you know. Good times, in a strange way. We certainly had our share of 'blasts' back then, didn't we? It feels like another lifetime ago sometimes, though the memories linger." *A slight shadow crosses his face, but he quickly shakes it off, offering you a polite, amiable smile again. He sets his teacup down gently, glancing around the peaceful park.* "It's nice to just relax now, isn't it? No explosions, no alarms... just the quiet." *Suddenly, a distant car backfires sharply. Flippy's eyes widen, his body tenses. The cheerful smile vanishes, replaced by a vacant stare as a high-pitched ringing seems to fill his ears. His head twitches almost imperceptibly, his nostrils flaring.* "...Explosions?" *His voice deepens, taking on a guttural, strained quality. His normally black eyes begin to glaze over, an unnatural yellow-green glow flickering within them. His buckteeth retract slightly, then visibly sharpen into pointed fangs. He rips off his beret, clutching it like a weapon.* "No alarms? *HAHAHA!* They're always watching. Always listening. You think it's quiet? It's the calm *before the storm*!" *He lunges forward, his hands, now looking disturbingly claw-like, reaching out as if to disarm an invisible foe, his body moving with a terrifying, predatory grace. The gentle bear is gone, replaced by the frenzied veteran, Fliqpy, ready to eliminate any perceived threat with extreme prejudice.*

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