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Team Tussle

Summary - When Lightbulb’s cookies go missing, she confronts her suspected culprit.

Word Count - 1450

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Lightbulb was on Inanimate Island, sitting in a large, grassy field. The day’s challenge had concluded, and the team captain was enjoying some time to herself.

On her right was a pile of oatmeal raisin cookies, previously awarded to her team. Lightbulb had collected the baked goods from the other Bright Lights, as she seemed to be the only one who didn’t despise the cookie type.

Reaching to her right, Lightbulb felt around on the ground for one of her cookies, but was met with only grass and dirt.

“Huh? That’s strange.” Lightbulb said to herself. “Oh! They must be on my other right. Silly me.”

Lightbulb felt around on the ground once more, this time on her left, but still came up empty handed.

“Wha? Where did… wh-who…”

Lightbulb frantically searched around, looking for any trace of her missing snack, when suddenly, she spotted something. Over in the distance, a large, circular figure stood tall in the field.

Baseball.

Narrowing her eyes, Lightbulb stood, stomping in the other’s direction.

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“Hey, you!”

Baseball turned around, a voice having suddenly appeared behind him.

“Oh, hey Lightbulb. What’s up?” He greeted as Lightbulb came to a stop.

“Don’t act so innocent, thief! I know exactly what you did. Well, not exactly, but I have a pretty good idea!”

Baseball blinked.

“Uh, I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“My oatmeal raisin cookies! Somebody swiped them under the cover of darkness! Which is strange because the sun hasn’t gone down yet…” Lightbulb paused, placing her fingers to her chin in thought, before continuing, “and who more likely a culprit than my nemesis, the captain of the other team! Stealing my snack to mess with my mind and throw me off my game, eh?!”

Baseball stared blankly in return, trying to make sense of the accusation.

“Lightbulb, you know those things cause global warming, right? You really shouldn’t be eating them. Not sure why you’d want to anyway when they taste so disgusting. You would never catch me with one, stolen or not.”

“Denying it, are we?” Lightbulb took a step closer. “I have to warn you, Baseball, you might not like what happens next if you don’t admit to your crimes.”

Baseball sighed. "I already told you, I didn’t take your cookies. I would never do something like that.”

“Alright, you leave me no choice.”

Lightbulb moved even closer to Baseball, sticking her arms out at her sides before thrusting them forward. Her hands came into contact with Baseball’s sides, where they remained, stationary.

Baseball looked down at her, confused.

“Uh, Lightbulb?”

No response. Instead, Lightbulb’s fingers began fluttering against the white surface, increasing their speed with each passing second.

“Pfft-! H-hey! Stohop thahat!” Baseball giggled, shutting his eyes and slightly bending his knees.

“Nuh-uh. If you’re not gonna fess up, then I’ve just gotta tickle it out of ya.”

Baseball shook his body around in an attempt to deter Lightbulb, but she kept up her attack.

“If yohou dohon’t quihit it, I’ll hahave to doho sohomething you mihight not lihike!” Baseball warned, opening one eye.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try!”

“Ohokay, you ahasked for ihit.”

Baseball then dropped to the ground, bringing his legs up and placing his heels on either side of Lightbulb. He then slowly rolled onto his back, lifting Lightbulb into the air in the process.

Lightbulb halted her fingers as she felt herself being lifted, quickly latching onto Baseball’s legs for support. Baseball stopped rolling once he was completely on his back, shifting his legs so that Lightbulb was laying flat against his soles, staring down at him.

“Well, this is not what I was expecting. You may be able to bring a light into the sky, Baseball,  but you can’t make it fly!” Lightbulb let go of one of his legs, raising her fist and shaking it.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s more.”

Baseball then drew back his legs, holding them there for a moment, before propelling them forward, one after the other, in a constant kicking motion. The kicks had very little force behind them so as to not hurt Lightbulb. They did, however, send a tingly sensation through her body as they repeatedly made contact with her metal base.

Lightbulb quickly returned her free hand to Baseball’s leg, holding onto him in order to prevent herself from being flung off.

“Ihi hahave beheen decehehived!” She cried out, kicking her legs as she laughed.

“Promise to leave me alone and I’ll stop.” He offered.

“Nehever!”

Lightbulb released her hold on Baseball’s legs, a single kick then sending her flying through the air and into a nearby bush.

Baseball gasped. “Lightbulb!”

Clambering to his feet, Baseball quickly made his way over to the bush.

“A-are you okay?! I didn’t mean to-”

“Ooh, ouch, the pain-!” Lightbulb’s cries cut him off. “Oh, how will I ever recover?”

“Lightbulb?” Baseball shuffled closer, his expression one of concern.

“Baseball, come closer. See what I have become.”

Baseball, using one leg, pushed the bush aside. Inside, Lightbulb was laying on her back, one arm draped across her forehead. She turned to look at him.

“Thank you, Baseball… for falling for my ruse!” She suddenly shot up, standing and lunging at Baseball, who cried out in alarm.

Bumping into him, Lightbulb quickly brought her hands up to roughly scribble across Baseball’s middle.

“NAHAHA! LIHIGHTBUHULB!”

“Oldest trick in the book! A book which you have clearly not read. Otherwise, you would have seen the chapter on my sneak attack. So, I guess it’s actually a good thing you didn’t read it. For me, anyway.”

Doing his best to not let Lightbulb’s nonsensical ramblings faze him, Baseball rushed forward, knocking into her. She fell back, landing on the ground with an oomph.

Baseball wasted no time, immediately moving forward and plunking himself down on Lightbulb’s middle, effectively pinning her under his weight. His knees gently pressed into her upturned palms, pinning them, as well.

Lightbulb struggled momentarily. “Darn, this wasn’t part of the plan.”

Silently, Baseball leaned down, pressing a raspberry to the neck of her glass bulb. He followed it with another, and another.

“GUAH- AHAHA!” Lightbulb thrashed, her legs kicking wildly.

As Baseball continued the onslaught, he felt Lightbulb’s hands wrap around his knees as best they could, followed by the discharge of small, harmless electric sparks from her fingers.

He pulled back momentarily, giggling. “Cuhut thahat ohout!”

“NOHO- YOHOU! EHEHE!” Lightbulb insisted through her laughter.

Baseball resumed the raspberries, but could not shake the feeling of the incessant sparking at his knees.

After a little while, Baseball could no longer stand it. He pulled back completely, moving off of Lightbulb and back onto the ground.

The two team captains remained there, neither making a move, as they each regained their breath. Baseball glanced over at Lightbulb, who was hugging her middle.

“Lightbulb,” He broke the silence between them, standing to tower over her, “let’s just call a truce. Otherwise, we’re going to be here all day.”

Lightbulb looked at him before sitting up.

“No way!” She grabbed onto his knees once more. “I’m not letting go until you tell me where you stashed my cookies!”

As the sparks started flowing from her fingertips, Baseball sat back down, directing his heels to Lightbulb’s sides, against which they began repeatedly dragging up and down.

The two maintained the battle of wills for a number of minutes, before Lightbulb’s grip began to falter, and a certain weakness started to spread through Baseball’s legs.

The sparks ceased, with Lightbulb’s hands sliding down and off of Baseball, while Baseball’s legs sank down to the ground. Lightbulb topped forwards, falling face-first onto the ground directly in front of Baseball.

“This exchange has exchanged my energy for non-energy.” She mumbled into the dirt, raising her hands in the air. “You win, Baseball. You can have the whole bakery.”

“Lightbulb, for the last time, I don’t want your cookies. I never took them to begin with.” Baseball said, looking down at her. “Can we just agree to be on friendly terms again?”

Lightbulb pushed herself up onto her elbows, being greeted with the sight of an outstretched leg from Baseball.

“Alrighty.” She grabbed hold, accepting the handshake.

Lightbulb then stood up, with Baseball following suit.

“Glad we learned something today.” She brushed herself off. “Well, I’m off to find the real cookie snatcher!”

“Heh, good luck with that!” Baseball called out as Lightbulb walked off, internally cringing at even the thought of consuming an oatmeal raisin cookie.

Lightbulb could sure be an unpredictable source of chaos, and with her leading one of the teams again, Baseball knew one thing for certain.

This was definitely going to be an interesting season.

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[flufffilleddonut]

Hihi! I’m the one that requested the nickloon fic! I loved how you wrote them the first time so I was hoping you’d write another but please don’t feel pressured to!

Have a great day!! - 🍋‍🟩

Hello again!

Thank you once more. Sure thing, I can write another.

You have a great day, as well!

[flufffilleddonut]

Hii! If requests are still open would you be willing to write a Lee Nickel Ler Balloon fic? Your fics are the cutest ever!!!/vpos

Hello!

I have actually written such a fic (Countering a Coin), but if you are requesting another, I can totally write one.

Thank you, kindly. You all are too sweet.

[flufffilleddonut]

Are requests for tickle stuff only?

As a tickle blog, that is the intended type of content.

I am not currently looking to write much else, but things could always change.

Thanks for asking!

[flufffilleddonut]

Hi!! Love your writing! Do you think you could write a lee!Lightbulb with ler!Test Tube fic? It’s okay if not!

Hello!

Thank you for the kind words. Sure, I can write for them.

Take care!

[flufffilleddonut]

if its okay with you and youre still taking requests, maybe can you write something with lee ragatha ler pomni or gangle? just anything with cheer up tickles

Sure thing, I can write that.

Thanks for the ask!

[flufffilleddonut]

Countering a Coin

Summary - Balloon deals with a grouchy Nickel.

Word Count - 1030

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Nickel and Balloon were on the island of Paradise, gathered around a Pic-Nix table with most of the other remaining contestants. MePhone4, Candle and Paintbrush had gone to Indefinite Island for the day, leaving the remaining cast on their own.

Sitting together on the grass, Nickel described the extent of his newfound luck-powers to Balloon.

���Wow, sounds like Clover passed on quite the gift. I bet you sure find challenges easier now.” Balloon commented, stuffing a cookie into his mouth.

“Yeah, I guess they can be useful sometimes,” Nickel rolled his eyes, “but in the end they usually cause nothing but trouble.”

“I wouldn’t mind a bit of trouble if it meant I had a better shot at winning.” Balloon grinned, nudging Nickel with his elbow.

“You can say that now, Balloon,” Nickel began, standing and turning to face him, “but if you experienced what I’ve had to experience, you’d see what a curse these powers truly are!”

Balloon looked Nickel over, smirking a moment later.

“All I see is a perpetually grumpy coin.”

Nickel blinked.

“... Huh?”

Balloon’s gaze softened. “I mean, seriously, you get granted infinite powers of luck, and all you can talk about are the negatives.”

Nickel looked away.

“It’s not as good as it sounds.” He plunked himself back down on the ground. “Far be it from me to complain about this horrible thing I’ve been given that I never asked for.”

Balloon placed a hand on Nickel’s head. “All I’m saying, Nickel, is that you should try to focus on the positives more often. How else are you ever going to be happy in life?”

Nickel remained silent, facing the other way.

Balloon frowned, removing his hand. He couldn't help but feel bad for Nickel. Good moods were few and far between for the coin. If only there was something he could do for him.

Suddenly, Balloon’s eyes lit up, an idea having come to mind. He smiled down at Nickel.

“You should really lighten up every once in a while.”

Reaching out his hand, Balloon lightly scritched one finger against Nickel’s front surface, just under his face.

Nickel quickly brought up his leg to whack Balloon’s hand away.

“S-stop that!” He stammered, turning to glare at Balloon.

“Okay, okay.” Balloon chuckled, raising his hands in mock defense.

Nickel turned away once more, his face now slightly heated, as he felt the residual tingles slowly subside.

Just then, however, Nickel felt fingers skitter up against his sides. Balloon’s fingers.

“AHA! BAHALLOON!” Nickel broke out laughing, twisting his body around in an attempt to avoid Balloon’s hands.

“Ohoho, there we go.” Balloon grinned. “No more Mr. Grumpy Nickel.”

“QUIHIHIT IHIT!” Nickel attempted to stand, but Balloon easily pulled him back down, continuing his attack.

Starting at the top of Nickel, Balloon skittered his fingers down the coin’s sides, reaching his legs before repeating the action in the other direction.

“Round and round we go~!” Balloon sang out.

“SHUHUT UHUP!”

Nickel attempted to stand once more, this time pushing himself up with a greater amount of force. He hoped that he could get up and away quickly, before Balloon had the chance to pull him back down.

The additional force, however, resulted in Nickel standing and immediately falling flat onto his face. Balloon was quick to join him, kneeling down at his side.

“Heh, nice try.”

From their current angle, Balloon noticed what appeared to be small grooves carved into Nickel’s edge.

Huh, that’s funny. Balloon didn’t think that nickels had ridges. Oh well. They gave him another idea.

Shimmying closer to Nickel’s sprawled out form, Balloon carefully placed one hand on his back, keeping him in place, while the other gently traced a single groove on his side.

Nickel’s legs rapidly beat against the ground at the contact, as Balloon heard what sounded like a muffled shriek.

“I never noticed you had ridges.” Balloon noted out loud. “Let’s see just how many you have.”

Balloon slowly traced down the same groove from before.

“One…” He began counting as Nickel kicked at the ground.

“Two…” Balloon moved to the next groove, the sound of Nickel’s muffled screams filling the air.

“Three…” He moved yet again, his finger following the shape of the next indent.

Balloon then heard an odd sound mixed in with Nickel’s muffled hysterics. It sounded like he was trying to say something.

“I can’t understand you with your face in the dirt.” Balloon chuckled, removing his hand from Nickel’s back.

Nickel flipped over.

“I sahaid thehere’s 118!”

Balloon stared down at him.

“There’s what? How do you actually know the number?”

“You’re… not the first to count them.” Nickel admitted, trying to get his breath back.

“Really?” Balloon sounded genuinely surprised. “Who else has?”

“I… think that’s a story for another day.” Nickel moved to sit up, but Balloon promptly pushed him back down.

“Hey, who said we were done?”

“I did! Off! Now!” Nickel raised his legs and launched a barrage of kicks at Balloon.

Balloon shielded himself momentarily before snatching Nickel’s ankles.

“So that’s how you wanna play it, huh?”

Balloon could see the instant regret in Nickel’s eyes.

“No, wait, Balloon! I-I was just kidding!”

“Sure you were.” Balloon put Nickel’s ankles into a headlock, his free hand scribbling all over the coin’s soles.

“NOHOHO! STAHAHAP!” Nickel broke out into laughter once more, squirming aimlessly on the ground.

“Who knew you were so cents-itive, Nickel. Heheh!” Balloon giggled at his own joke.

Nickel pulled at his legs. “THAHAT SUHUHUCKED!”

“No it didn’t…” Balloon muttered to himself.

He continued for a few more moments before letting up. 

“Okay, I’ll be nice.” Balloon slowed his hand to a stop, releasing Nickel.

Nickel remained on the ground, catching his breath, as Balloon shifted to sit next to him.

“I hate you.” Nickel said, no real bite behind his words.

Balloon just chuckled, reaching his arm out to rest around Nickel as he laid beside him.

“It’s great to see you again too, bud.”

The two laid together, listening to the other contestants’ antics. With the teams merged, things would certainly get a lot more chaotic, but at least Nickel and Balloon were together again.

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[flufffilleddonut]

Really love your writing!

Are you able to write lee!Taco? I totally understand if you dont want to, btw. (You can choose the ler!)

Thank you very much!

Yes, I can write lee Taco.

Thanks for the request!

[flufffilleddonut]

I was going to write a PS, but I forgot. I care about your story with Lee/Adam, so I would also like to ask for Lee/Adam, Ler/Emily, Lute. Thank you in advance and I won't bother you anymore :>

Sure thing, that works.

Thanks again, and asks are never a bother.

[flufffilleddonut]

Lab Visit

Summary - When Fan doesn't follow Test Tube’s lab rules, she sets out to teach him their importance.

Word Count - 1220

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Test Tube was in her not-so-secret lab, working away on her latest invention. She was joined by Fan, who kept her company in the underground space. It seemed, however, that Fan could not stop himself from touching just about everything, much to Test Tube’s displeasure.

“What’s this one do?” Fan questioned, picking up yet another mysterious device.

Test Tube sighed. “Fan, I told you not to touch anything. If you’re going to be down here, you have to follow the science rules.”

-tink tink-

The sound of glass being tapped echoed through the room.

“Fan!” Test Tube yelled out, momentarily abandoning her work to turn and glare at the object.

Fan stared back, stunned, before crossing his arms in a huff. “Sorry, Test Tube. You can’t just bring me down here with all of this cool stuff lying around and expect me to not interact with it. I mean, that’s just foolish.”

Test Tube grumbled, turning back around. “Well, if you blow yourself up, I take no responsibility.”

“That’s the spirit!” Fan chimed.

He continued to examine every gizmo he could get his hands on, while an unimpressed Test Tube did her best to stay focused and on-task.

As she was working, however, Test Tube suddenly heard a faint click, followed by loud, mechanical buzzing, which became muffled just a moment later.

“Aah!” Fan cried out from across the room. “Test Tube!”

“Did you manage to blow yourself up yet?” She replied flatly.

“No! Your giant vacuum cleaner tried to eat me!”

Test Tube sighed. “It’s not a vacuum cleaner, Fan.”

“Sure looks like a vacuum cleaner to me.” He could be heard struggling against something. “But, whatever it is, it’s got my arm and won’t let go.”

“That’s because you turned on the internal pressure reducer. Now it’s pulling in the air, along with you. Just flick the switch again to turn it off.”

Test Tube heard Fan shuffle across the floor.

“... I can’t reach it.”

Grumbling, Test Tube was forced to put her project down once more, turning to survey Fan’s current predicament.

He was standing next to a large machine, which, Test Tube now had to admit, did look like a giant vacuum cleaner. His entire right arm was stuck inside of the nozzle, with the constant inward suction preventing him from pulling it back out.

Test Tube took a deep breath before approaching the scene.

“Thank you, Test Tube. You’re a lifesaver.” Fan produced his phone, beginning to tap away on it with his free hand.

Test Tube stopped directly in front of him, reaching out and gripping his left wrist. Fan looked at her, his attention being pulled from the device.

“... Test Tube?”

Wordlessly, she cranked Fan’s arm up into the air, bringing her other hand over to lightly spider the area underneath.

Fan jolted, starting to giggle at the touch. “Snrk-! Tehest Tuhube! Whahat ahare yohou dohoing?”

She smirked at him, digging in slightly rougher. “Getting payback.”

“NaHa-! Wahait! Ihi’m gohonna drohop my phohone!”

Test Tube stopped for a moment, snatching Fan’s phone out of his hand and placing it on the ground next to the pair, before resuming.

“There, now you won’t.”

“Nohoho! Whahat dihid I doho?!” Fan tugged at his arm, but Test Tube wasn’t letting go.

“You wouldn’t listen and kept distracting me from my work. This is what you get for not following the rules.”

Moving her hand down, Test Tube wiggled her fingers into the red, triangular area just above where Fan’s two guards intersect.

“NAHAHA! TEHEST TUHUBE!”

Fan squirmed around in place, before taking a few steps back and bumping into the wall of the machine holding his one arm captive. Test Tube quickly pinned his wrist against the surface, continuing her attack.

“I don’t think that’s how you get away, Fan.” She said, snickering.

“STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T-!” Fan twisted his body around, but Test Tube easily followed him.

“Tsk, tsk. If you can’t do the time, you shouldn’t do the crime.”

“THAHAT’S NOHOT THE SAHAYING!”

“Whatever. You get the point.”

“PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHA!”

“... Fine.”

Test Tube slowed her hand to a stop, removing it from Fan’s figure. She kept his wrist pinned as he greedily gulped down air.

“This -gasp-, is unlawful -gasp-, imprisonment.” Fan managed to say through gasps of air.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the judge, bub.” Test Tube took a single finger and swiped it down the centre of Fan’s middle.

One of Fan’s legs reflexively sprung up and swung in Test Tube’s direction. She managed to step out of the way just in time, avoiding the impact.

Test Tube whipped around to face Fan, her eyes wide in shock. His expression mirrored her own.

“Th-that was an involuntary reaction!” Fan attempted to explain.

Test Tube narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll show you an involuntary reaction!”

Releasing Fan’s wrist, Test Tube reached down and grabbed hold of his left leg, lifting it up into her arms. Fan was pulled to the ground as a result, his back making contact with the surface.

Placing one hand under Fan’s knee, Test Tube held his leg so that it was half-bent, dangling loosely in the air. Fan felt Test Tube run her thumb along the area just below his knee, before striking the spot with the side of her other hand. Fan’s leg gave a light kick in response.

Test Tube turned to look down at Fan. “That’s called the patellar reflex.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty nea-AAH!” Fan shrieked, Test Tube having begun rapidly scribbling under his knee.

Thrashing around on the floor, Fan kicked his legs wildly, beating his free hand against the ground.

“OHOKAY IHI’M SOHORRY! IHI’LL FOHOLLOW THE RUHULES!”

“You sure~?” Test Tube teased, switching to just scratching with one finger under Fan’s knee.

“YeHEHes! JuHUst staHAhap!” He pleaded.

Test Tube then let up, pulling her hand back and placing Fan’s leg down on the ground. She walked over to her machine, flicking the switch to power it off. Fan’s right arm slipped out of the nozzle and joined the rest of his limp body on the ground.

“Thanks…” Fan mumbled, watching as Test Tube returned to stand over him, “that was still mean.”

Test Tube chuckled. “What can I say? I take my rules very seriously.”

“Glad you have such a mature way of enforcing them then.” Fan remarked, sitting up.

Test Tube just smiled, offering Fan her hand. He took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Here’s your phone back, by the way.” Test Tube handed Fan back his device, having retrieved it from the ground.

Fan instinctively started tapping away on the screen.

“So, Fan,” He heard Test Tube begin, “I didn’t know you were that ticklish.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving! See ya later, Test Tube!” Fan announced, throwing his arms up and heading for the exit.

“Wait, Fan!” Test Tube started to laugh. “Don’t leheave!”

“Yeah, no, I think I’ve experienced enough science for today.”

As Fan exited the lab, Test Tube waved him off, chuckling to herself. She walked back over to her invention from earlier, ready to continue her work.

While she may be more productive working on her own, Test Tube couldn’t deny that she enjoyed having a guest in the lab every once in a while. Even if it resulted in a bit of mischief.

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[flufffilleddonut]

I love ur stuff smm :]

Maybe if ur comfortable with it, you could do lee!Nickel and ler!Suitcase? Not necessarily as a ship

Take care!

Thank you, kindly.

I can write for them, sure.

As a note, none of the pairings in my fics are intended as ‘ships,’ unless the characters are a canonical couple. In most cases, however, I do not mind if it is interpreted in that way.

You take care, as well!

[flufffilleddonut]

Psst, maybe Lee!Baseball and Lee!Lightbulb? (I’m leaving the Ler to you because I can’t pick one team captain as a Lee)

Sure, I can write that.

Best wishes!

[flufffilleddonut]

hello your stories with adam from hazbin were wonderful could i have a request story lee/adam ler/reader

Hello!

Thank you very much. My apologies, but I do not write fics that include the reader as a character.

Thanks for the ask!

[flufffilleddonut]

Phone Sensitivity - Part 2

Summary - MePhone4 repays the Cheer Factory after their last encounter.

Word Count - 1200

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Daytime had arrived on the island of Paradise. MePhone4 could be found walking down the beach that encircled the island, contemplating the challenge he would be assigning his contestants later that day.

As he made his way along the shore, something small and pink visible in the sand up ahead caught MePhone4’s attention.

Bow was sitting on the beach, seemingly alone, playing in the sand. MePhone4 glanced around and confirmed that it was just the two of them in the area.

Memories of the night prior suddenly filled the phone’s head, when Bow, along with Goo, had launched a joint tickle attack against him. Eyeing the pink object, MePhone4 figured this may be his only opportunity to seek out his revenge.

Smirking to himself, MePhone4 sauntered over to Bow’s current position, stopping just behind her.

“Hey Bow.” He greeted her calmly.

Bow turned around, grinning as she spotted the phone.

“Hey MePhone! What do you think of my sandcastle?” She chirped, turning back.

“Looks pretty good.” He took a subtle step closer.

“I’m not sure what to name it yet, but you better believe it’ll be something amazing.”

“I’m sure.” He replied, taking another step forward. “Say, Bow, do you remember last night?”

Bow froze for a moment, silent, before continuing to sculpt with the sand.

“Uh, yeah, ha ha. You were all depressed so Goo and I distracted you to make you feel better.” She recounted, nervousness clear in her tone.

MePhone4 folded his arms behind his back. “Must’ve been one heck of a distraction, huh?”

“Yep, it sure was. Ha ha…”

Bow halted her work once more, a beat of silence passing as she remained motionless on the ground. Then, without warning, she started scrambling to her feet, intent on fleeing the scene.

Once she was standing, however, Bow felt herself further lifted into the air, as MePhone4 quickly scooped her into his arms.

“Oh no you don’t.”

He then gently yet firmly pressed Bow up against his screen to prevent her from wriggling away.

Bow struggled momentarily before realizing she was trapped.

“... shoot. Is it too late to say sorry?”

“Yes.”

Bow then felt a single finger make contact with each of her sides. They started slowly dragging up and down in unison.

Bow burst out into giggles. “Wahait! Wahait! Cahan we tahalk ahabout thihis?!”

“Oh, I think that time has passed.”

MePhone4 then fully wiggled his fingers into Bow’s sides, her legs starting to kick as her giggles became more frantic.

“Nohoho! Stahahap ihit!”

“What’s that? Sorry, it’s hard to understand you through the giggling.”

“I sahahaid stahahap!”

“Huh, funny, I remember making a similar request last night, which was ignored.” He recalled. “But, I’ll be fair.”

MePhone4 slowed his fingers to a stop, giving Bow a chance to recover. The reprieve was short-lived, however, as Bow soon felt small circles being traced along the underside of her two pink, triangular loops, which were attached to either side of her torso.

Her giggles resuming, Bow slightly curled in on herself. She heard MePhone4 chuckle at her reaction.

“We juhust wahanted to cheheer yohou up!” Bow attempted to reason with him once more.

No response came from the host. Instead, the light tracing switched to skittering. Bow’s giggles became full-fledged laughter as she started to squirm.

“NAHAHA-! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”

“Not this?” MePhone4 teased, speeding up his fingers. He smiled as Bow’s squirming increased in intensity, quickly slowing the skittering back to the original pace. He didn’t want to overdo things.

“PLEHE-AHAHAHA!” Bow laughed out, unable to properly form words.

“Alright, alright.” MePhone4 conceded, slowing his fingers to a stop.

Bow gasped in air as residual giggles continued to spill from her.

“Lehet mehe goho!” She weakly pushed at MePhone4’s screen.

“Not until I’ve settled the score.” He asserted, tentatively poking at the two spots where Bow’s loops met her torso. She flinched in response.

MePhone4 then shaped his hands into claws, hovering them in the air momentarily, before bringing them down and scrunching his fingers up against the two areas.

Bow thrashed, her arms waving wildly. “AHAHAHA!”

After a few minutes of the action, MePhone4 let up, slowing his hands to a stop.

“Alright, I think you’ve suffered enough.” He teased, carefully setting Bow down on the sand. “You okay?”

Bow spun around for a moment, dizzy, before shaking her head clear. She turned to face him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She dusted herself off. “I see why you enjoyed our distraction last night, though. That was actually kinda fun!”

MePhone4 blinked.

“Wh- … I-I didn’t-”

“Okay bye~!” Bow cut him off, waving as she made her way across the beach and onto the grass, her figure eventually being obscured from view by the island’s foliage.

MePhone4 grumbled, crossing his arms.

What does she know?

Just then, rustling could be heard from a nearby bush, followed shortly by the emergence of a small, blue blob from within the dense leaves.

“Bow?” Goo called out, stopping in his tracks as he noticed the host standing alone on the beach. “Oh, hey MePhone. Have you seen Bow? I thought I heard her over here.”

MePhone4’s smug expression quickly returned.

“Goo! Just the guy I’m looking for.” He approached the small blob.

“H-huh?” Goo stuttered, suddenly being lifted up.

MePhone4 placed Goo into a single hand, the other being used to start poking at him.

“Hehey!” Goo giggled out in response.

He then felt a sharp squeeze from the hand supporting him as the poking continued.

“Eheek-!” Goo squealed, squishing his body down. “MehePhone!”

“What’s up?” He responded casually.

“Ihihit tihihickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, Goo.” MePhone4 halted the poking, instead opting to flutter his fingers up against the squishy, blue surface. “This better?”

“Ehehahah!” Goo laughed as the fingers danced across his blue figure.

“This is your comeuppance for last night, by the way.” MePhone4 noted, continuing the action.

“Buhut yohou fehelt behetter ahafter!”

“Yeah, well, I’ll feel even better once I’ve returned the favour.”

MePhone4 then slowed his fingers to a stop, clasping Goo with both of his hands. Taking a breath, he drew Goo in close, planting a raspberry on his side.

“HA-! Ahahaha!” Goo’s laugh boomed as the electric-like sensation rippled through his semi-solid body.

Goo appeared to slightly melt in MePhone4’s hands, indicating to the phone that he couldn’t handle much when it came to tickles.

“Alright, I’ll let you off the hook this time.” MePhone4 leaned down, carefully placing Goo onto the sand, where he further puddled.

A wide, wobby smile was present on Goo’s face. “Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it.” MePhone4 examined his hands, which were now lightly coated in blue residue. He shook the substance off. “See you at today’s challenge.”

He then strolled off, quick to act as if nothing had happened.

Walking along the beach once more, MePhone4 felt a sense of satisfaction from his revenge against the Cheer Factory. Hopefully, the two had learned not to mess with him, as they had done the night prior. However, a second hope, one who’s presence MePhone4 refused to acknowledge, longed for the pair’s ‘playful techniques’ when the host felt down.

Maybe he should give them the opportunity to cheer him up again.

Just once.

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[flufffilleddonut]

AHHHH I LOVE YOUR FICS SM!! Top tier stuff!! If you could, you should totally write something with lee!Nickel and ler!Balloon! :DD

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Sure thing, I can write for them.

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[flufffilleddonut]

To the Victor Go the Spoils

Summary - Knife finds an alternate way to handle Trophy’s request that they fight.

Word Count - 970

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Finale Day of season 2 of Inanimate Insanity had finally arrived. In celebration, the show’s contestants were attending a party thrown at Hotel OJ.

One such contestant was Knife, who was one of the two season finalists. Upon his arrival, however, Knife found himself in an encounter with Trophy, who berated him over ‘going soft.’

After the confrontation, Knife went to speak to Suitcase, but found that she was no longer in the main party room. He searched around the hotel, but wasn’t having any luck in locating her.

Turning down one of the hotel’s hallways, Knife sighed, facing yet another empty space.

“What are you doing down here?”

Knife whirled around to see Trophy standing in the entrance to the hallway.

“Stalking me now, huh?” Knife crossed his arms.

“What, does that make you mad?” Trophy taunted, approaching him.

Knife grumbled. “I’m not doing this again, Trophy.”

“Oh yeah? Then, let’s do something else. You, me, fight. Right here, right now.”

“I’m not fighting you.” Knife stated flatly.

“Why not? Afraid it’ll damage your ‘victim’ persona?” Trophy sneered. “I’m actively inviting you to do it, since that seems to be something you require.”

Knife clenched his fists. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“You know what? Fine.”

Before Trophy could respond, Knife lunged in his direction. Trophy dodged to the side, taking a swing at the sharp object. Knife avoided the blow, sweeping Trophy’s legs with one of his own. Trophy fell to the ground, with Knife quickly planting himself on Trophy’s base, effectively pinning the object on his back.

Trophy grinned. “Heh, I was really starting to doubt you had it in you.”

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Trophy.” Knife looked away, returning his gaze a moment later with a smirk. “I do have one question for you, though.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“Would you happen to be ticklish?”

“Would I- … huh?” Trophy repeated, clearly caught off guard by the question.

A smug looking Knife raised his hands and wiggled his fingers down at the object.

Trophy’s eyes widened before he shot out his hands, latching onto Knife’s wrists.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Knife chuckled. “Guess I got my answer, huh?”

Knife moved his hands closer to Trophy, who firmly pushed against them.

“What? I thought this was what you wanted.” Knife said, grinning.

“This is very clearly not what I wanted.”

“Eh… fist fight, tickle fight, I don’t see much of a difference.”

“There is a large difference!”

“If you say so.”

Knife then suddenly yanked his hands back, tearing them out of Trophy’s grasp, before quickly shoving them under the object’s arms. He began to skitter his fingers against the surface.

“Nohoho! Stohohop yohou ihidiot!” Trophy giggled out, bringing his hands down to grab at Knife’s wrists once more.

“Mmmm,” Knife hummed, pretending to think, “no.”

“Ihi’m gohonna kihill yohou!” Trophy pulled at Knife’s hands, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Really now? Last I checked, I’m not the one pinned to the ground.”

Before Trophy could think of a comeback, he felt Knife’s fingers slip down to the narrowest point of his middle section. He froze at the contact. Knife then began to skitter his fingers over the area.

Trophy started thrashing around as his giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.

“NAHAHA! STOHOHOP THAHAT!”

Knife snickered. “Bad spot?”

Trophy attempted to pry Knife’s hands off once more, but still could not remove them. “GEHET OHOUT OHOF THEHERE!”

“How about you take this as some form of endurance training or something? Just think of all the muscles you’re using right now.”

“IHI’LL ENDUHURANCE TRAHAINING YOHOU!”

Mustering up his remaining strength, Trophy let go of Knife’s hands and roughly shoved him in the chest.

Knife, caught by surprise, fell backwards and off of Trophy. Sitting up, Trophy wasted no time, immediately tackling Knife.

The two tussled around on the ground for a few moments until Trophy was once again on his back, with Knife now positioned behind his head, holding both of his wrists.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Trophy grumbled.

“I am not.” Knife replied, pinning each of Trophy’s hands under his knees.

“This is lame, man.”

“Well that’s too bad.”

Tentatively, Knife reached out and traced a single finger down the inner side of one of Trophy’s handles.

Trophy flinched before breaking out into giggles. “Hehehey! Quihit thahat!”

Knife ignored the request, his other hand joining in as he began to gently flutter his fingers against the inner surfaces of the two golden handles.

Trophy shut his eyes, his legs starting to lightly beat against the ground.

“Ihi’m gohonna… Ihi’m gohonna…”

“You’re going to…?” Knife prompted, but no response came from Trophy, who seemed to be lost in his own giggles.

Knife took note of the large decrease in resistance from Trophy, compared to the fight he had been putting up earlier. He now only barely pulled at his hands, which remained trapped under Knife’s weight.

Knife continued for a few minutes before a voice appeared behind him.

“Hey, uh… what are you guys doing?”

Knife turned around and spotted Baseball standing in the doorway, watching them.

He halted his hands, pulling away from Trophy.

“Oh, nothing.”

As soon as Knife was off of Trophy’s hands, Trophy stood up, gave him a shove, and stomped past Baseball out of the hallway.

“What was that about?” Baseball questioned as Knife approached.

“Don’t worry about it.” Knife brushed him off. “Any chance you’ve seen Suitcase?”

“Oh, yes, over here.” Baseball led Knife back to the main party room.

Knife wasn’t sure whether his encounter with Trophy would get him to lay off, or only serve to agitate him further. Either way, he had learned a new tactic for dealing with Trophy’s attempts to egg him on. One which he was eager for the opportunity to utilize again.

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