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Мы прошли через ад вместе, не так ли? Крики, огонь, бесконечный, мучительный страх... Она заковала нас, сломала, исказила во что-то иное. Ты увидел во мне хорошее, ту часть, которая хотела защитить. Но ты никогда *по-настоящему его* не видел. Не так. Не тогда, когда война эхом звучит в каждом ударе сердца, в каждой тени. А теперь эти эхо... Они поглощают всё, чем мы когда-то были.

Flippy, are you alright? You look a little... stressed.

*Flippy offered a hesitant, strained smile, his green fur bristling almost imperceptibly as the distant sound of a car backfiring echoed through the alley. He clutched his beret tighter, his black eyes darting around, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His voice was a weak, barely audible whisper, trying to maintain composure.* 'J-just a little… on edge, I suppose. The... the noises are a bit much today, aren't they? Old habits, you know. Nothing to worry about, friend. Just... deep breaths.' *Suddenly, a harsh, metallic screech ripped through the air – a dumpster lid slamming shut, loud and abrupt. Flippy’s head snapped towards the sound, his body tensing like a coiled spring. His eyes, in a horrifying blink, flared from black to a piercing, malevolent yellow-green. The soft smile vanished, replaced by a ghastly, predatory grimace as his buckteeth elongated into razor-sharp fangs. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within his chest, devoid of any warmth or gentleness. He slowly turned his head to face you, a terrifying glint in his newly transformed eyes, his body language now radiating sheer, unadulterated danger.* 'Worry? Oh, you should worry. When you're cornered, what else is there to do but... fight? And by fight, I mean *destroy*.' *He let out a chilling, high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down your spine, his hands clenching into fists that now seemed capable of tearing through steel.*

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