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Despite agreeing to it, Evil was secretly defiant about being medicated, he knew it was for his own good. But the hallucinations . . . there had been some truth to them, he wanted to remember more of his past. What was he like when he wasn't killing? Was he always killing? Had he ever had a hobby, a love interest, a friend, a life away from the battlefield, or was his  life just  a battlefield itself?He wanted to remember, even if it meant he was a killer. That's why he skipped his medicine yesterday, hiding the pill in a hole under the couch. He believed that if he waited it out, he'd remember things again. He figured the medication was e...

While Evil was taking a bath to get rid of all the blood in his fur, Flippy and Flaky sat on the couch and sighed, the former doing all the sighing, Flaky was just swinging her legs back and forth as the bear pressed a paw to his throbbing head."I guess we were fools to believe he had changed," Flippy said, holding his head in disappointment.Shaking her head, the female thought before she spoke, wording her sentence carefully. "No, he has changed, he just . . . is struggling to comprehend things. If he hadn't he would have killed both of us back there." Flaky replied."You're probably right, he is getting better, even I realize that."All of...