I wanna know you guys' opinion. So, I know I said I was gonna try to include all (or most, seeing as certain ones are impossible to fit without making the story really dumb) Flippy episodes, and even take inspiration from some others.

But, well, I'm not too sure now. After all, in all honesty, I'm getting a little bored of this one, and I have several other ideas for HTF stories- pretty much all revolving around Flippy and Flaky, just sometimes not shipping. I've even planned those others ones out. But, I refuse to just discard this one, especially when I have so many good ideas for this kinda concept. Especially the end; my fav part of the story.

So, what are your suggestions for this story? Do you want me to sum up the middle, and skip to the end (basically, are you bored of this story)? Do you want me to keep writing, but just miss out a lot of the episodes? Or, last option I can see, do you want me to continue with the original plan, going with including all the episodes that fit?

Also, if you're curious about those other stories, I'm planning to make a story just dedicated to HTF stuff, and I'll include those in there, labelling them. Here's the first chapters of those stories. For some of these, I'm considering writing them as humans, so they might change.

Story 1
"Welcome back to Redwood Reports. I'm Tawny Taelohn," greeted the owl reporter, shuffling his papers with his hand-like wings.

"And I'm Honey Phangs," greeted his fellow reporter, a honey badger.

"The big news of this week is that the war is finally over. After the death of many beloved soldiers, it would appear WAR and TIGER have both called off the war, both coming to an agreement of no longer fighting," The owl explained, before the badger continued.

"Footage shows the two generals shaking hands, and soldiers saluting to eachother. While many soldiers are remaining as soldiers, simply in a time of peace, some soldiers have decided to retire, and simply live a normal life."

Flaky was a bright red porcupine, with crimson quills- which were coated in snow-like dandruff- and a bright orange for her belly and paw padding. Her claws, too, were crimson, and her eyes cotton candy pink. She watched in dismay as she failed to see the one soldier she had been so exhilarated to see. That soldier was a green bear with honeydew paw padding, and glimmering gold eyes. He had been her childhood best friend, and her teenage crush. Being the shy soul she was, she never admitted it. Although, it seemed that she'd never get a chance.

Just then, her eyes gleamed with joy once again, seeing the line up of retiring soldiers. Among them was a familiar face, which belonged to the very bear she was dying to see ok. Not only was he fine, he was retiring, meaning she'd be able to spend time with him again, and not have to fear him dying at gunpoint.

Springing to her feet, she squealed in exuberance, bouncing on the spot. Fresh, jubilant tears stained her cheeks as thrill coursed through her. She still had Flippy's number. Without a second of hesitance, she called it, using all of her might not to scream down the phone in overwhelming glee.
"Hello?" An exhausted, hushed voice asked, yawning.

"Flippy?" She asked, wanting to be sure.

"Mhm. What'cha need?" The voice mumbled, slurring from sleep.

"It's Flaky, and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tomorrow. Y'know... to celebrate you coming home?"

"Hm. Sure, why not? When 'n where?" He yawned, Flaky, once again, resisting shrieking like a fangirl. 

"Fern Forest entrance, at around... 3:30?"

"Mhm. See ya there," he agreed, before bidding her farewell, and hanging up, presumably going straight to sleep.

Flaky squealed again, falling back on her bed. She had something huge to look forward to tomorrow.

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Story 2
"Ok, truth or dare?" A yellow rabbit asked. His tail and head fur was a brighter shade, and his eyes and cheeks were a matching pink.

"Dare," the other stated. They were a bright red porcupine, with crimson quills, orange fur on her chest, orange paw padding, and cotton candy pink eyes.

A smirk formed on the rabbit's face.
"I dare you... to go and say hi to that bear," he grinned, startling his group of friends.

"Cuddles, no!" A small, pink chipmunk- with fuschia eyes, a lighter part on her forehead, and a salmon bow on her head- yelled, "We shouldn't disturb random strangers for a stupid game. Especially when they obviously want to be left alone!"

"Oh, come on! Live a little! It's just a hi! He'll live," he rolled his eyes, before turning back to the porcupine, "go on!"

The porcupine sighed, nodding, before waking towards the bear. She didn't want to disturb him, but it was truth or dare. She'd just explain it was a dare.

This bear was something specific. He was often seen just sitting alone, reading. He was known for constantly wanting to be alone, asking people to move if they were too close, or he'd simply walk off. He never held a conversation either, no matter what. He'd simply go silent, or tell them to leave him alone. People suspected he had some form of mental illness or disorder which made him afraid of social situations. Others suggested he was hiding something. What everyone agreed on was that he was crazy. He was often heard talking to himself, but the words were always too quiet or mumbled to discern. People noticed he done it more when people were close, sinking into his clothing. Again, people assumed he was talking to them, and didn't have the confidence to speak louder, but that didn't hold up, seeing as he wouldn't repeat himself if they asked him what he said. He, also, was known for getting loud if people didn't leave him alone, screaming or shouting as if he was being attacked, before running off, and not coming out for weeks afterwards. He'd always emerge though, going back to his usual routine.

Taking a deep breath, the porcupine stood before the bear. He was a light green, with darker fur in his ears. As always, his face hidden behind a jacket hood and a book. He seemed to pay no mind to her, besides shifting occasionally to glance at her.
"U- umm, h- hello..." she greeted, her ear twitching anxiously. The bear's full attention was on her. His fur was baggy, and appeared soft. His gorgeous, gleaming, golden eyes were surrounded by dark circles, seemingly from lack of sleep. Despite that, he appeared perfectly normal.

Uncomfortable, she continued to stare back into his eyes. His eyes seemed to be locked onto hers, not moving for a second. His glare was lifeless and cold, making her internally shiver. He hadn't even blinked. That, or he'd done it so rarely.

Just before the porcupine could leave, she heard a soft, warm, gentle voice.
"Hello. How may I help you?"

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Story 3 (WIP)
The four girls sat around a table, giggling as they exchanged small talk. That was, until one of them decided to mention a rather serious matter.
"So, girls, what do you think about these... murder sprees?" They asked. They were a rather short chipmunk with a light pink, with a strip of blush pink on her forehead. Her eyes were candy apple red, and her paw padding was salmon. They other three stared at her with wide eyes, until another one spoke.
"I- I... uh, I'm not sure... they certainly are horrible. Some have even happened in my street!"

(Uncompleted)

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Story 4
Ring ring! Ring ring! Click!
"Hello?"

"Hey! Need you at Forest View Hospital! Pronto!"

Flaky swung open the large doors, stepping in uncomfortably. People sat in the waiting area, quiet. Most of the audio in the entire building was hushed chattering of some, and a TV; which was impossible to make out.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the receptionist- who was an ocelot. Compared to the whites and greys of the building, she stood out like a sore thumb. Her coat was a deep cyan with neon teal markings. Her eyes were a light vanilla, matching the ice cream flavour's colour. Her outfit was an unsaturated turquoise scrub.
"Hello. How may I help you?" The feline asked. Her voice was soft and extremely feminine.

"I- I'm here to s- see D- Dr Alces, m- ma'am," she explained, shuffling nervously.

"Name, please," the receptionist asked, looking through appointments on her monitor.

"Flaky Crest, ma'am," the porcupine answered, giving a small, anxious smile. Humming, the receptionist scanned through, before pausing, placing a clawed finger against the screen.
"Ah! Flaky Spiney Crest. Here to see Dr Alces about..." she trailed off, eyes widening, before giving a fake giggle of reassurance, "heheheh... g- good luck!"

Before Flaky could question further, the receptionist sent a nurse. They were a male okapi. Their fur, a vibrant lime, contrasted with their scrubs, which were pine green. Decorating the field of green was strips of pale yellow.
"Right this way, ma'am," he smiled warmly, leading her through the halls. Anxiously, Flaky followed.
"S- so, you'll be seeing Patient 63, or Mr Areb," they asked shakily. Why is everyone acting like this? Is this patient dangerous?
"M- maybe. I- I wasn't given any details," Flaky replied sheepishly, glancing around shyly.

"Well, just be careful. He's known to be... unpredictable," the nurse sighed, rubbing his arm. Upon closer inspection, Flaky noticed a scar, looking like scratch marks. Her face paled at this. D- did the patient do that!?
"Well, anyway, we're here," the nurse smiled, stepping aside. 'Dr Alces' Office' read a sign on the front of the door.
"Shouldn't keep him waiting. Head on in, Miss Crest," the nurse stated, giving a polite nod.

"Thank you, sir," Flaky thanked, before stepping inside.

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So, what do you think?

Love you guys xx