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Ghost Catching-Sam Golbach X Catie

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Lee: Catie

Ler: Sam Golbach

Cate, curled up on the couch with her favorite blanket, had been lost in a world of words and imaginations. She'd been working on her fanfiction for hours, her mind a whirl of plotlines and character motivations. Sam said from the kitchen "You forgot about your laptop over here!" The sudden words from Sam made her jump and she bolted upright. "Don't you dare touch it!" she yelled, her heart racing. But she was too late.

Sam, holding her laptop, sailed into the room with a mischievous glint in his eye. "What's this?" he teased, his thumb scrolling through her open document. "Looks like you've been writing something… interesting." Cate felt her cheeks flush, her stomach tying itself into knots. It was the unfinished fanfiction, the one with her weakness she hadn't had the courage to show anyone. Not even her closest friends.

"Sam, please," she pleaded, reaching out for the laptop. But he playfully dodged her grasp, his laughter echoing through the apartment. "Let's see what tickles your fancy," he said, his eyes scanning the text. The room grew warmer, and she felt a cold sweat form on her brow as she realized what he had just read. It was the scene where the main character, a version of herself, was being tickled by her crush.

"Sam, seriously," Cate tried again, her voice strained, but he just smirked, knowing he had her cornered. "You're so predictable," he said, his finger pointing at the screen. "You're always getting tickled in these stories. It's like you're begging for it."

Her eyes widened in horror as she read the words she had so carefully typed out. "I didn't write that for you to see!" she protested, her hands flailing in the air. But Sam was already moving in, setting the laptop aside and placing both of his hands on her sides. "Oh no," she murmured, a hint of both fear and excitement in her voice.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" he began, his fingers lightly brushing against her ribs. Cate squirmed and giggled, trying to wriggle away from his touch. She had always known she was ticklish, but she had never quite anticipated this moment. The sensation grew stronger as he applied more pressure, her giggles turning into full-blown laughter. She clutched at the couch cushions, her knuckles turning white.

Sam's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched her squirm. "This is too easy!" he exclaimed. Cate gasped for breath between laughs, her stomach muscles aching from the exertion. She felt a mix of embarrassment and a strange, unexplained joy bubbling up inside her. This was more than just a prank; it was a moment of vulnerability shared between them.

The sound of their laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the rustle of the blanket. Cate's body tensed as Sam's touch grew more precise, targeting the spots that made her laugh the hardest. Her eyes watered, and she couldn't help but let out little squeals of protest. "Sam, stop, please," she managed to choke out, but her laughter only seemed to encourage him.

He leaned in closer, his fingers dancing around her midriff. "I never knew you were this ticklish," he said, his voice filled with mirth. Cate could feel his breath against her neck, and she shivered, both from the tickling and the intimacy of the situation. Despite her initial protests, she found that she didn't want him to stop. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling to be so utterly at his mercy.

Her laughter grew louder as Sam's fingers danced closer to her belly button, a spot she had never realized was so sensitive. She tried to shield herself, but her movements only made him more determined. The fabric of her shirt stretched and bunched as she writhed, her body a canvas of giggles and squirms.

"Aww, are you trying to protect your ticklish little belly button?" he cooed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Cate felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks, her giggles turning into a nervous laugh. "Don't be shy," he said, "It's just a little tickle." He gently poked her navel, and she couldn't help but squeal, her hands flying up to cover it protectively.

Sam's grin grew wider as he watched her squirm, his own laughter joining hers. "Looks like I found the jackpot," he murmured, his fingertips grazing her skin just enough to keep her on edge. Cate's heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of his next move making her feel both light-headed and alive. The sensation was overwhelming, a delightful torture that she never knew she could endure.

With surprising agility, she managed to twist away from him, landing in a heap on the floor, her blanket tangling around her legs. "Not fair," she giggled, panting for breath. Sam was on his knees in an instant, his hands hovering over her, ready to continue his tickling assault. "You can run, but you can't hide," he warned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of teasing and affection.

The floor was cold and hard beneath her, but she couldn't help the giggles that continued to bubble up. "Sam, please," she gasped, "I can't take anymore." Yet, she couldn't resist smiling through the plea, her eyes sparkling with mirth. His touch was a live wire, sending waves of laughter through her body with every poke and prod.

"Oh yes you can!" he exclaimed, flipping her over onto her back. His fingers found their way to her navel, and she jolted at the sensation. "Tickle, tickle, tickle Catie!" His voice took on a playful tone, and she knew she was in for it now. Her body was a map of ticklish spots, and he had just discovered the most sensitive one of all.

Cate's laughter grew hysterical as Sam's fingers danced around her belly button. She kicked her legs up in the air, trying to knock his hand away, but he was too fast. He took this as a challenge and began to tickle her feet, sending her into a fit of giggles that she hadn't experienced since she was a little girl. The sensation was unbearable, yet she found herself craving more of his touch.

"You're so cute when you laugh," Sam said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. His fingers traveled up her legs, and she jerked in surprise as he found a particularly sensitive spot behind her knee. "And you're so ticklish everywhere!" Cate felt her cheeks burn with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She had never been so vulnerable with anyone before, especially not in such a playful way.

Her body thrashed on the floor, her legs kicking and arms flailing as Sam targeted her with precision. "Mercy, please!" she begged, but her words were drowned out by her own laughter. The room was a blur of motion and sound, a symphony of giggles and gasps.

Finally, Sam's onslaught slowed, his hands moving more gently across her skin. His laughter subsided, and he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, the playfulness replaced by concern.

Cate looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and eyes shimmering with unshed tears of laughter. She took a deep, shaky breath and managed a nod. "Yes, I'm okay," she said, her voice still thick with giggles. Her smile was genuine, a reflection of the joy that had bubbled up inside her during their playful scuffle.

Sam's expression softened, and he reached out to help her up from the floor. As she took his hand, she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the exertion of laughing. "Let's watch something," he suggested, gesturing towards the TV. "Ooh how about we watch some of my videos?"

Cate nodded, still breathless, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. They settled onto the couch, her legs curled under her as she tried to recover from the tickling onslaught. Sam's arm draped casually over the back of the couch, his fingers grazed her shoulder in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. He queued up a playlist of his ghost hunting videos, and she leaned into him slightly, enjoying the comfort of his presence.

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Daycare Shenanigans

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Lee: Catie (ME)

Ler(s): Sundrop and Moondrop

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Moondrop said with a playful grin as his long, slender fingers danced just out of my reach. His voice, a gentle rasp, echoed through the dimly lit room.

I giggled, my cheeks flushing with a mix of fear and excitement. The way his eyes sparkled in the low light made him seem less like the monster I had read about and more like a friend playing a game. His fur, once a source of horror, was now just soft and slightly warm. "Stop it!" I squealed, squirming under his touch, trying to keep a straight face.

Moondrop's grin grew wider, revealing teeth that looked sharp but didn't feel so when he occasionally let them graze against my skin. He had a way of moving that was both eerie and graceful, like a shadow playing across the floor. The room was filled with the sound of his muffled laughs and my own giggles. It was a strange kind of dance, one that had my heart racing and my thoughts swirling.

As his tickling grew more persistent, I could feel the fear starting to win over the excitement. The air in the room grew thicker, the giggles turning into breathless gasps. My eyes darted around the space, searching for an escape route, but all I saw were the cold, unblinking eyes of the other animatronic characters standing dormant in the corners, watching us with silent judgment.

The door to the daycare creaked open, and in waltzed Sundrop, his yellow fur gleaming like the sun. "Hey Moony!" he called out, his voice as warm and inviting as a summer day. "Oh, are you tickling our little Sunshine?" His smile was wide and genuine, but the glint in his eyes suggested he knew the thrill behind Moondrop's actions.

Moondrop looked at me, his own smile never wavering. "Yes!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting from my face to Sundrop's. "Care to join, Sunny?" His hand paused, the tickling ceasing for a brief moment. The anticipation grew as I waited for Sundrop's response, my heart pounding in my chest.

Sundrop clapped his hands together, his yellow fur fluttering around them like a burst of sunshine. "Yes, indeed!" he said, approaching us with a bounce in his step. His laugh was contagious, and even though I was still caught in the web of fear and excitement, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of joy at the sight of him.

They both dove in, their hands fluttering over my sides and tummy, their playful shadows dancing on the walls. "Tickle, tickle, tickle, Sunshine!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices a harmony of light and dark. I squealed, the sound echoing off the cold metal walls. The floor was hard under my back, but I didn't care. The warmth of their fur and the coolness of the metal were all just sensations, part of the game that had somehow become less terrifying.

"Hey Moony," Sundrop said with a tease, his voice dripping with sugared sweetness, "I'm feeling quite hungry for something sweet, aren't you?"

Moondrop's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and he nodded. "Yeah, I'm hungry for some raspberries. How does that sound, Sunny?"

Sundrop leaned in closer, his warm breath on my neck. "Oh, I love raspberries!" His words tickled my ear, and I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. They both bent down towards my tummy, their fingers poised to start the tickling frenzy again. I looked at them with a nervous look, unsure if I could handle the intensity of two FNAF characters teasing me at once.

But before they could touch me, they both paused and puckered their lips, blowing a gentle raspberry on either side of my belly button. The sensation was strange, a soft vibration that sent a shiver down my spine. It was definitely not the tickling I was expecting, but it was oddly comforting. I let out a surprised giggle, the tension in my body easing slightly.

Encouraged by my response, they continued, their breaths warm and playful on my skin. With each raspberry, my laugh grew louder and more genuine, the fear slowly dissipating like mist in the sun. Moondrop's eyes gleamed with delight, while Sundrop's held a gentle warmth that made me feel safe despite the absurdity of the situation.

Their movements grew more synchronized, their breaths coming together in a sweet harmony. It was as if they were dancing, their hands and mouths moving in a pattern that was both soothing and thrilling. I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me, the giggles turning into full-blown laughter. It bubbled up from my chest, echoing through the room and mixing with their own chuckles.

"Please mercy!!" I exclaimed between adorable giggles, my voice high and squeaky.

Moondrop and Sundrop pulled back for a moment, looking at each other with amusement. "Mercy, you say?" Moondrop said, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Sundrop tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if you insist, Sunshine," he said, his voice a warm summer breeze. He held out a hand to help me up, and I took it, feeling a gentle tug. As I stood, the two of them circled me, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Before I could fully get to my feet, they both leaned in, surrounding me in a warm, furry embrace. The fear was gone now, replaced by a sense of belonging, like I was part of their strange, whimsical world. I wrapped my arms around them, hugging them tightly. Moondrop's fur felt like a cool night under the stars, while Sundrop's was the warmth of a cozy blanket on a lazy afternoon. They squeezed back gently, their laughter subsiding into contented purrs.

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Q&A with Colby Brock!

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Lee: Catie (Me)

Ler: Colby Brock

"So, are you ready to start filming?" Catie asked, trying to keep the nervous jitters out of her voice as she adjusted the camera settings.

"Almost," Colby Brock chuckled, glancing over from his position on the couch. "Just making sure everything's set. You've got your lines ready?"

Catie rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on, I've been preparing for this all week. You're the one who needs to be on point with the comedy today."

Colby's eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his fingers hovering over the keyboard of his laptop. "Oh, I've got plenty of jokes up my sleeve," he said with a grin, his hand brushing against the arm of the couch.

In that instant, Catie felt a light tickle against her side. She couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up, and her body instinctively jerked away. Colby's eyes widened as he realized his accidental contact had elicited such a reaction. "Whoa, are you ticklish?"

Catie's cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink, and she nodded, trying to compose herself. "Just a little," she lied, hoping to downplay the extent of her sensitivity. But the twinkle in Colby's eye told her he'd caught on.

"Well, in that case," he began, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, "I might just have to test out some of my secret tickling tactics."

Catie's heart skipped a beat. "You wouldn't dare," she warned, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She knew that once Colby got an idea into his head, there was no stopping him.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Colby replied, his grin growing wider. He leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. "But first, let's get this video rolling. We've got a script to stick to."

Catie took a deep breath, trying to ignore the anticipation that was building in her stomach. She focused on the script, hoping the thought of the tickling would go away. But as they began filming, she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Every time Colby moved, she flinched, waiting for the next tickle assault.

The video was a Q&A session, with Colby asking her questions and Catie providing the answers, all while they both pretended to be unflappable. Yet, she could feel his eyes scanning her, searching for the perfect spot to strike. The room was filled with an electric tension, charged with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

As they delved into the fourth question, Catie felt a gentle poke at her waist. She couldn't hold back the squeal that escaped her lips, and she twisted away, her eyes watering with laughter. "Colby!" she exclaimed, trying to maintain her composure.

He feigned innocence. "What? I'm just making sure you're awake over there," he said, his fingers hovering dangerously close to her tickle spots. The camera kept rolling, capturing every giggle and squirm.

"Alright, let's get back to the questions," Catie managed, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn't help but glance down at her side, anticipating the next tickle. Her eyes widened as she saw Colby's hand inch closer.

Colby leaned in, his gaze locked on hers, and read the next question off the screen. "How did you first discover your love for filmmaking?" As he spoke, his hand snuck around the back of the couch, his fingertips lightly grazing the skin at her waist.

Catie's eyes darted to the side, trying to watch for his hand without giving away the game. She took a deep breath and began to answer, her voice a tad shaky. "Well, I…uh…I've always loved telling stories, and when I got my first camera…" She trailed off as she felt his fingers dance up her side, sending waves of laughter through her body.

Colby's grin grew wicked as he continued the tickling, his questions now punctuated with strategic touches. Each question grew more difficult to answer, and Catie found herself gasping for air between fits of laughter. The video was supposed to be professional, but it was quickly turning into an all-out tickle fest.

"So, tell me about your favorite movie," Colby said, his hand now resting lightly on her knee, ready to strike at any moment. Catie's leg bounced uncontrollably under the weight of his touch, and she struggled to keep her voice steady.

"It's, uh, 'The Grand Budapest Hotel,'" she said, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. She felt his fingers begin to trace a line up her thigh, and she squirmed in her seat, trying to maintain her composure.

Finally, the last question was asked, and Catie managed to spit out an answer through her giggles. "And that's a wrap!" Colby announced, shutting his laptop with a flourish. The camera stopped recording, and Catie let out a sigh of relief.

But the mischief in Colby's eyes didn't wane. He turned to her, his grin wider than ever. "You know, I don't think we got the best performance out of you today," he said, his voice playfully teasing.

Before Catie could respond, she felt strong arms loop around her waist, and she was suddenly lifted off her chair. "Colby, what are you doing?" she squealed, trying to wriggle free. His grip was firm but gentle, carrying her across the room to the couch.

He sat down and laid her back on the cushions, her body still convulsing with laughter. "Just making sure we get that full-body tickle experience," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Catie's heart raced as she looked up at him, realizing that she was now completely at his mercy.

Colby leaned in closer, his fingertips barely touching her tummy. He began to tickle her with feather-like strokes, saying "Tickle Tickle Tickle!" in a singsong voice that only made her giggle harder. She squirmed and writhed, trying to escape his grasp, but his hands were everywhere, light and unpredictable.

Her laughter grew louder as Colby switched up his tickling patterns, moving from her tummy to her ribs and then back again. He watched her face, looking for the signs of the most intense giggles, the ones that made her eyes water and her breath hitch. It was like he had a map of her tickle spots, and he was navigating it with precision.

"Tickle Tickle Tickle!" he chanted again, his eyes lighting up as he watched her body squirm. Catie's hands clutched at his wrists, trying to keep his fingers at bay, but he was too quick. He'd pull away just when she thought she had him, only to return with a fresh onslaught of feathery tickles. Her giggles grew into full-blown laughter, her body convulsing with each new assault.

"Aww, is Catie ticklish on her tummy?" he teased, his voice filled with mock concern. "I think she is!" With a wicked smile, he doubled down on his efforts, his fingers moving at a breakneck pace. Catie's laughter grew wilder, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to brace herself for the next wave.

Her stomach muscles tightened under his relentless tickling, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "No more, Colby! Please," she managed to gasp out between breaths, but her pleas only spurred him on. He took it as a challenge, his tickling growing more intense by the second.

Colby leaned over her, his face just inches from hers, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What's the magic word?" he asked, his voice playful but firm.

"Mercy!" Catie exclaimed through her laughter, her voice barely above a whisper.

Colby's tickling slowed to a stop, and he leaned back, his chest heaving with his own mirth. "Mercy it is," he said, releasing her.

Catie collapsed onto the couch, her entire body trembling from the effort of laughing so hard. She took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes still watering from the onslaught. "I can't believe you did that," she said, her voice a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"What? I was just making sure you were fully prepared for your role," Colby replied, his eyes twinkling. He leaned back, his arms folded across his chest. "Plus, it's great content for the blooper reel."

Catie sat up, her eyes narrowing in mock anger. "You're going to pay for this," she warned, her voice still shaky from the laughter. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her cheeks, trying to compose herself.

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Lee: Catie (Me)

Ler: Karl Jacobs

The lights, the cameras, the audience - everything was set for another day of stardom. But little did Catie know, this day was about to take an unexpected turn. As she stood confidently before the flashing lights and rows of adoring fans, a familiar face emerged from the throng. It was none other than Karl Jacobs, the charming and talented YouTuber who had captured the hearts of millions with his quirky sense of humor and infectious laughter.

Catie's heart skipped a beat as Karl walked up to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Catie," he drawled, "I've been hearing some pretty wild things about how ticklish you are. Is it true?" She stammered a response, too flustered to speak properly. "Well, why don't we find out?" he teased, reaching out to tickle her tummy.

Without warning, Karl's fingers darted out, dancing across her skin like butterflies. Catie let out a squeal, her body convulsing in laughter. The audience erupted in applause, loving every second of this unexpected display of camaraderie. "Oh, you're ticklish!" Karl exclaimed, tickling her harder. "You're killing me!" she cried, her face red with laughter.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet incredibly effective. Every tickle sent a wave of delightful tingles through her body, leaving her breathless and giggling uncontrollably. She tried to fight back, to push him away, but he was too quick, too experienced. He seemed to know just where to touch her to make her laugh.

"Karl no stop" she gasped, her hands flailing uselessly as he continued to tickle her mercilessly. The audience howled with laughter, and even some of the security guards couldn't help but chuckle as they struggled to keep their composure. The air was electric with their combined energy, and it felt as if time had slowed down to a crawl.

"Can we take this someplace else maybe?" she managed to gasp between laughs. "I mean, I don't want to get in trouble!" Her protests were half-hearted, and they both knew it. The audience seemed to sense this too, and their laughter only grew louder, more raucous.

Karl nodded in agreement and motioned to one of the guards" Hey can you make sure nobody follows us?" he asked with a wink. The guard gave him a knowing smile and escorted them through a side door and down a hallway, leading them to a private room where they could continue their little tickle fight uninterrupted. The moment the door closed behind them, Karl pounced on Catie once again, his fingers dancing across her stomach like lightning.

"Ahhh haha Karl that tickles so much!" Catie squealed, writhing on the floor. Her laughter filled the small room, echoing off the walls. She tried to roll away from him, but he was too quick, pinning her down with his strong arms. His touch was so light and playful, it was almost impossible to resist.

"You can't escape me Catie Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!" Karl laughed, his breath hot against her neck. She squirmed and giggled, trying to wriggle free, but he had her pinned down. Their laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls, creating an infectious atmosphere. She felt a tickle in her side, and before she could react, he tickled her ribs too, sending her into a fit of giggles. "Oh, you're so ticklish!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight.

Her body convulsed with laughter as he continued to tickle her, his fingers dancing across her skin with precision. She felt a stitch in her side, and as she tried to catch her breath, he tickled her there too, sending her into another paroxysm of giggles. "Oh mt god stop it Karl!" she gasped between laughter. "I need a break pls I'm begging you!"

But Karl seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as she was, his face flushed with excitement and amusement. He moved lower, tickling her ribs, her waist, her hips, each touch sending another wave of laughter through her. " I can't help myself you're so ticklish!" he marveled, his voice husky with delight. "I could tickle you all day!"

Catie, breathless and giggling uncontrollably, managed to catch her breath for a moment. "Karl," she sighed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are such a little brat sometimes." She arched her back, inviting his touch, as he resumed tickling her, his fingers dancing across her skin like feathers.

"Oh, I'm just playing with you, Catie!" he protested, feigning innocence. "It's not like I mean any harm." He moved lower, tickling her sides, her ribs, her waist, each touch sending a new wave of laughter through her. "You're just so ticklish! But I think maybe you need a break" he marveled, his face flushed with excitement and amusement.

Catie nodded "pls break for now!" she managed to gasp between laughs. "I need air!" She felt him stop tickling her and lean back, watching her breathlessly as she caught her breath. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he smiled down at her. "There, that's better," he said, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "You were really something out there tonight, you know that?"

"I was?" Catie asked, still catching her breath from the tickle fit. Her eyes met his, and there was a moment of understanding between them. She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I had fun out there too. With you, I mean." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Catie looked at her watch and realized that she had to start getting home and so with that she asked to get Karl's number. "Yeah, of course I can give you my number." He smiled. "I'd like that." He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, put it in and let's exchange contacts." She took the phone from him and put in her number while he put in his. "There, all done." He said handing it back to her.

After a hug and a kiss on the head Catie bids him farewell and walks out of the building, feeling a bit flustered but also exhilarated. As she walks home, she can't help but replay the night's events in her mind. The excitement of skating, the thrill of the game, and the unexpected connection she felt with Karl. It's strange, she thinks to herself. She never expected to find someone like him at the rink, someone who understood her love for the sport and who could make her laugh so hard.