#[ wanna continue today! 8D ]

[despairforme]

Drank four smoothies, soul vibrating.

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal”

You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

MORE FANTASYSHIPPING! 8D

Year 2’s Duel Monster Spirit Day! Friendly reminder that ‘Mana’ is the name Dark Magician Girl gave when she introduced herself to Syrus last year.

Colorful banners and streamers hang from the entrance hall once more, market tents set up in the main yard with flashy signs and flags announcing their wares or food or other activities. Syrus stares at it all with the same wonder as last year, and peers through the throng of students hopefully. His other friends have already gone off to find the activities they like best, be it duels or carnival games or the kissing booth, so Syrus is free to wander at his leisure and search.

It’s stupid, it’s silly, and Syrus still wonders if last year was a fever dream regardless of the way Christina keeps teasing him and the ghost of arms he sometimes feels around his shoulders. But still, he hopes and maybe this year he can confirm it for sure.

“Syrus!” a voice calls out that tickles his memory and Syrus swings to face-

“Mana!” Heat floods his cheeks. Dear Ra, did she get prettier or is he just hopelessly, stupidly crushing? “You...you just disappeared last time,” he squeaks out the first thing that comes to mind that isn’t a jumbled mess of pretty hug magic like, and wants to kick himself when Mana’s expression falls.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says, looking so sad it physically hurts. “I didn’t want it to end that way. I lost track of the time and I wasted too much of it showing off.” Her voice turns a bit bitter before she shrugs it off and smiles again. “But not this time. This time you have my full attention.”

“No, no!” Syrus frantically waves his hands in front of him. “I didn’t mean- I what?”

Mana giggles and leans down. “Just for today, you have me all to yourself!” Winking, she taps his nose and Syrus wheezes as his heart makes a valiant attempt at pounding straight out of his chest. Leaning back, Mana clasps her hands behind her back. “So what do you want to do?”

“Ah, well, um, we, we could, we could check out the carnival games,” Syrus finally stammers out a full sentence. Gods he hasn’t been this bad about it since the beginning of the year!

Mana only giggles again as she takes his hand and heads off toward the game booths. “Don’t go hiding in a trashcan on me now.”

Syrus’ brain freezes for a full second. “YOU SAW THAT?”

“I see everything Chinatsu sees! Well, almost.”

Who the hell is Chinatsu?!

*

It takes a solid 30 minutes and two botched carnival games to finally work himself out of that last anxiety attack, but finally his heartrate feels normal and he doesn’t want to die of mortification. If he dies he won’t get to see Mana smile or hear her squeal over the stuffed Happy Lover she won from the last game. Her throwing arm is ridiculously good. She’s also amazingly child-like for...however old she’s supposed to be.

“Ooo! I wanna try that! I wanna try that!” she squeals, pointing animatedly at the food stall with an assortment of pastries. “The bean fishies! Chinatsu loves these! I always wanted to try one!”

Syrus orders them a taiyaki each and ends up going back for seconds when Manna practically melts where she stands. “It’s so rich and sweet~!”

The next half hour ends up devoted purely to letting Mana sample all the food at the festival and discover her favorites. They compare tastes and Syrus offers recommendations. Mana ends up leaning more towards milder flavors of the sweet and savory variety; too much flavor and she’ll gag on it even if she likes the taste. Syrus prefers saltier foods with just a tiny extra kick. Mana’s reaction to hot spices had been concerning but strangely fun.

“Hey, um, if it’s not rude to ask...” Syrus starts as they sit on a bench nibbling on dango. Mana tilts her head to show she’s listening and Syrus ploughs ahead before he can talk himself out of it. “Are you really the Dark Magician Girl?”

Manna chews slowly before swallowing. “What do you think, silly?”

He thinks she is, and he’d call it crazy if not for, well, everything else crazy about the last two years of his life. After literally sentient murder crazy light, he might be ready to believe anything. But then- “Why me?”

“Because you wanted to get to know me,” Manna says without missing a beat. “You didn’t just see a pretty face or a powerful mage; you wanted to know the real me beneath all of that.”

“Oh...” Syrus remembers that conversation. Christina asked him why he had a card crush on the Dark Magician Girl. Did she ask because...

“And because I want to get to know you too,” Mana continues and Syrus sputters as his poor heart makes itself known again. “I’ve gotten to watch you a lot but that’s not the same as interacting. I want you to show me who you are. And I want to show you who I am.”

“Me? But I’m...I’m not...” His eyes fall to the ground as he thinks of that embarrassing episode of hiding in a trash can, of his brother who he couldn’t even stand up to in the end, of the Society of Light that he did absolutely nothing to help stop and even got himself kidnapped by a digital woman and her duel monster lackeys.

“Syrus.” A hand on his cheek brings him back to face Mana’s deep green eyes. “You can do anything and be anyone you want to be. I mean, just look at you already.” She plucks at the yellow blazer and Syrus’ chest fills with pride at the reminder. That’s right. He did do that. All on his own. “You look so good in yellow!” Mana cheers and Syrus’ ducks his face away again. He doesn’t know how to handle all these compliments! “Believe in yourself, and when that’s hard to do, believe me when I say I believe you can do anything.”

Those words might mean more to him than any other praise or pep talk he’s gotten before, simply because they sound so genuine. He’ll hold those words close to his heart for the rest of his life, because someone as strong and powerful as the freaking Dark Magician Girl believes in him. Swallowing, he nods and clears his throat to find his voice. “So, um, what do you wanna know?”

Smiling, Mana stands and pulls him straight back to the carnival games. Oh, so they’re not talking more? Syrus has to admit to being disappointed.

“Favorite color?” Mana asks as they try to catch tiny goldfish and distracts Syrus from the extra shiny one he almost caught.

“Actually...it’s orange,” he amidst sheepishly. “But I look horrid in it.”

“Aw, I think you’d look cute in orange! Like a little pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin?!”

“Oh? I’m sorry, was that an insult?” Mana asks with such genuine concern and confusion that Syrus can’t even be mad.

Shaking his head, Sryus flips the question around on her. “What about you?”

Mana stares at the water in the plastic pool. “It used to be purple...but I think I like grey a little better now.” She looks up and smiles and Syrus can’t help but feel like he’s missed something significant in that response.

“Favorite animal?” Mana asks once they’ve moved on to a ring toss game.

“Dogs,” Syrus says immediately, then feels self conscious about it. “I mean, they’re loyal and fluffy and I’ve always wanted one, they look fun to play with-”

Mana laughs. “Dogs are man’s best friend, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Mine are birds.” Mana looks up to the sky. “Because they can fly. I always wanted that freedom.”

“But you can fly too, can’t you?”

“In spirit form. But I can’t go too far from my card. Like this I can only float a bit.” With a snap of her fingers, her feet lift a couple centimeters off the ground in demonstration.

“That’s so cool.” Syrus stares in awe as Mana sets her feet back on the ground.

“The silliest thing you’ve ever done?”

A deep breath as a laundry list of his most mortifying experiences assault him. Breath out. He digs deeper for an older memory less tarnished by years of ridicule and insecurity. “I wore a sand bucket on my head and called myself a king.”

Mana laughs, loud and sudden, and Syrus takes pride in his four year old self for managing to entertain two people. He doubts he’d share that memory with anyone else; it’s one of the few he has of Zane smiling.

“I used to hide in giant vases then jump out and scare the crap out of my best friend,” Mana says with a wide grin, and Syrus snorts because he can picture it clearly. “Master always scolded me, but his reactions were too fun.”

Her master? Dark Magician then? Syrus wonders what kind of person would get to hang out with both of them. Probably another powerful spellcaster. “What is he like? Your master? Or...is he here today too?”

“Mahad? No, his situation is different from mine so it’s harder for him to cross the border,” Mana says, scanning the festival for their next game. “He’s pretty strict, and doesn’t know how to take a joke. But he’s kind and selfless.” Her voice grows soft and wistful, then she shakes herself and scratches her cheek. “Honestly, we’re kinda opposites, but that’s what makes it fun.”

She points to a shooting game booth before eagerly charging toward it; Syrus shows her how to use the toy gun and manages to beat her at this game. He still lets her pick out the prize, giggling when she picks out a lucky cat keychain.

“Dream career?” The key chain sways as it dangles from her finger.

Syrus fidgets. “It may seem kinda obvious, but I wanna be a pro duelist. A really famous one,” he mumbles, eyes turning to the ground.

“I bet you’ll be more famous that Yugi!” Mana cheers and Syrus quickly waves his hand in front of him.

“No! No, I doubt that!”

“Do you wanna have kids?” she asks while they fish for balloons with little hooks on strings.

Syrus chokes and drops his string straight into the water. “I mean, uh, maybe?? I guess I’d like- like to settle down and- and have a family- eventually...”

Mana smiles, but it looks a bit sad. “Yeah. I definitely want that too.”

“Best childhood memory?” Nimble fingers rifle through the Senbonbiki strings before giving one a tug.

Syrus answers without hesitation. “Zane teaching me how to duel.”

The string is a dud without a prize attached; Mana turns from pouting to look at Syrus with curious eyes. “Oh?”

“Yeah... we...” Syrus looks away, tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. “We had a good relationship back then.”

Mana hums, reaching out to take his hand and wander back through the festival. “I think...mine is meeting Atem for the first time.”

Atem. That’s Christina’s ace card. Syrus shouldn’t be surprised he’s a duel spirit too. “Are all monster cards duel spirits?”

“Not every card has a spirit attached, but I have noticed almost every design mirrors a creature or person that actually exists.”

“Weird.” Honestly, Syrus never thought about it before, but it’s really weird that a game on Earth could accurately depict creatures from another dimension. Sure, Pegasus based the original cards off carvings he found in Egypt, but those were 3000 years old! Some of the new archetypes look distinctly futuristic, and Jaden designed the Neo Spacians so explain that! Just thinking about it gives Syrus a headache.

“Have you ever lost a fight?” he ventures to ask as they nibble on chocolate bananas.

“Lots of times,” Mana laughs at herself. “Especially during training. And no matter how good you are there’s always someone stronger, so tactical retreat is necessary!”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Syrus nods. The sky’s getting darker. Will Mana still be here for the fireworks? “What’s it like being a spirit?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. “It’s...lonely sometimes,” she admits, voice soft, almost forlorn. “Not many people can see us. We entertain ourselves by watching the world and taking bets on what kind of trouble Jaden will get into next.” Mana shrugs and smiles, an obvious attempt to make light of the situation, but Syrus can see straight through it.

“Oh,” he says, wishing he could put his emotions into words that wouldn’t hollow.

Mana glances out at the darkening sky, voice soft as she asks, “One thing you really wanna do before you die?”

“Huh?” The question startles Syrus as much as the oddly wistful tone. “I guess...” He hesitates. One thing? The thing he wants to do most? That he’d regret never doing? “I wanna be happy. With someone I mean!” he quickly amends and the word babble spills out from there. “I wanna get married and buy a house and share my life with someone. I know it probably doesn’t sounds that ambitious but-”

“No, that’s a great ambition.”

Syrus can’t really name the emotion on Mana’s face. Nodding, he looks down at his feet and fiddles with his hands. “Maybe...if we get to know each other better...you could be that person?” He squeezes his eyes shut, not daring to look up.

An intake of breath. “Syrus...”

The boom rattles through his bones and Syrus screams, flinging himself towards the nearest source of comfort and shelter, straight into Mana’s arms. Oh. Oh, the fireworks! Prying his eyes open reveals bursts of color lighting up the sky as another boom shakes the air. He laughs awkwardly and rights himself, murmuring an apology.

“I don’t have much time left,” Mana says, colored light illuminating her mournful expression, and the dread seizes Syrus by the throat.

“Ki-kiss me properly this time!” Oh gods his voice cracked and got really screechy, but he said it! His hands fist against his legs, trembling as her heart goes off on another marathon, and what if she rejects him? What if he read this all wrong? What if-

“Okay.”

Her kiss lingers on his lips long after the fireworks fade and she disappears back to being a spirit. He can still feel her hand against his own, and this time he knows it’s real.

[tonystarktogo]

"He's nothing like a prey" Bucky + Tony + maybe a villain (or even Steve or Wanda, if you wanna keep going on the bitter sunday thing 8D). Love you, dear!

“He is human,” Steve counters, like there’s any way Bucky could have missed that.

Bucky suppresses the--surprising--urge to bristle. He’s never been one of those weres convinced of their own superiority. Nobody in his pack is. But there’s a difference between tolerating humans and accepting them--a line that has become painfully obvious ever since Tony joined the pack.

It doesn’t help that Steve, their alpha, has taken an instant dislike to Tony.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Bucky drawls sarcastically.

It’s a tone that makes Steve snarl under his breath--he’s never dealt well with disrespect, it’s not in his nature. Of course it’s also the tone Tony always uses when he’s forced to interact with Steve. There’s no doubt that the dislike between those two is mutual, and it puts Bucky into an awkward position.

Steve is pack but Tony is mate and that’s a line every were draws for himself. But there is a line--you can’t make a promise of unconditional loyalty to more than one person--and frankly, Bucky can live without ever finding out where his own lies.

He won’t though. Not if things continue as they have so far. Not with Steve pushing the issue like this.

Bucky refuses to let it come to that. He can’t put this confrontation off forever if Steve is gonna dig his heels in about this, but he can avoid it for the time being.

“What is this about, Stevie?” Bucky asks. “You didn’t put up this kind of fight when Clint brought Natasha in, so don’t you dare tell me it’s about Tony being human.”

He sighs when Steve turns his head away, to stare off into the woods like the trees hold the answer he’s looking for. Seems like they’re both unwilling to deal with this today. They’ll have to though. Eventually.

Bucky wants nothing more than to go back to their camp, to curl around Tony and listen to his mate’s stories of a life he can barely imagine. But first things first.

“Steve,” he calls out, waits for his alpha’s attention to focus on him once more. “Please stop fighting this. It’s not a battle you can win.”

It’s both, a plea and a warning. Because it won’t matter where Bucky’s loyalty lies when it comes down to it. He knows himself well enough to know that he’d never forgive Steve for this trespass. That he’d never recover their former bond of trust and friendship.

He’d leave, with Tony but not for Tony, even if his first priority would turn out to be the pack. Because if nothing else it would prove that the loyalty he felt wasn’t deserved.

Bucky doesn’t say any of that. Isn’t sure if Steve can read it in his gaze or not, but he hopes he can’t. These aren’t the kind of words you can take back and Bucky fears the day he might be forced to speak them anyways.

But it’s not today. Today, he bows his head slightly in a gesture of acknowledgement and returns to the camp the same way he came, leaving Steve to his own thoughts.

He has kept Tony waiting long enough.

[krat395]

How To Make A Lizard, Ghost, and Robot Laugh (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 of this story. In Chapter 2, it was revealed that Frisk and Chara made plans to tickle the living daylights out of MK and what started out as playful teasing tickles ultimately resulted in the two girls tying him up and getting him ready for a fun-filled "playful" tickle torture. 8D Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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HOW TO MAKE A LIZARD, GHOST, AND ROBOT LAUGH 

Chapter 3: A Lizard’s Tickle Torture

 After about ten minutes of continuous affection, Frisk and Chara officially began their large ticklish assault on MK.

 Chara: Alright. 3… 2… 1…

MK: (OH NO!!)

Frisk and Chara: TICKLE ATTACK!!

 In a matter of seconds, Frisk skittered her fingers all along MK’s torso and Chara skittered her fingers all along his soles. What followed was several squeaks and hysterical laughter from the young lizard boy.

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAAHA!!!!!! *squeak* NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!! AHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! DOHOHOHOHOHOHHON’T TIHIHHIIHIHIICKLE MY FEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! *squeak* BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *squeak* FWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAP!!!!!! *squeak*

Chara: No can do MK! Your cute feet have gone untickled long enough!

MK: YOOHOOHOOU THIHIHIHIHIHIHINK MY FEEHEEHEEHEET AHAHAHHAHAHAHAARE CUHUHUHUHUTE CHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARA?!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!!!!

Chara: Of course I do MK! They’re some of your greatest assets!

MK: *confused* SEHEHEHEHEHEHERIIHIHIHIHIOUSLY?!!!!!! AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!

Frisk: Heck yeah! You may not know it MK, but there are several students at school who are jealous of you and Asriel! Ourselves included!

MK: JEHEHEEHHEHEHHEALOUS?!!!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHTEHEHEHEHEVER DO YOOHOOOHOOU MEEHEEHEEHEEAN?!!!!!!

Chara: We’ll tell you later Lizzy Boy!

Frisk: Heck yeah we will! In the meantime, we’re just gonna keep tickling you to pieces!

MK: (Why the heck are people jealous of me?!) BUHUHUHUT I WAHAHAHAHAHAHANNA KNOHOHOHOHOOOHOOHOHOW!!!!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE TEHEHEHEHEHELL MEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!

Frisk: Calm down MK, you’ll find out soon enough! *both Frisk and Chara tickle MK faster and harder*

MK: NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *squeak* MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

 MK was very surprised to hear that there are students at school who are jealous of him and Asriel, and he is very curious as to why. One of the reasons why students are jealous of MK and Asriel is because the two boys never have to wear shoes. MK, Asriel, and other barefooted monsters are able to perform activities such as sports and hiking without any footwear. They are also able to walk on scorching hot surfaces, sub-zero temperature snow, gravel roads, etc. with hardly any damage to their feet. Many students wish they could walk around barefoot like MK and Asriel, but they can’t because their feet just aren’t durable like theirs are and they all need their shoes to protect their feet from damage. The students also think that MK and Asriel’s feet are more appealing to look at than their own feet and some have described the boys’ feet as “awesome looking” in addition to “cute.” And that’s just one of the reasons why students are jealous of MK and Asriel. There are many more reasons as to why they’re jealous; such as Asriel having fur (due to it being incredibly soft and providing him warmth during winter) and MK having a tail (A lot of human students wish they had a tail like MK’s).  

 About five minutes later, Frisk and Chara stopped to give MK a breather. And MK’s going to need it too. He’s still has A LOT of tickling to go through today!

 MK: *breathing heavily* Come on guys. Just tell me why students are jealous of me! I really wanna know!

Chara: MK, you need to learn how to wait! Our friend Patty could give some excellent pointers in that regard!

MK: Come on, this is torture not knowing!

Frisk: You’ll find out soon enough MK. Right now we want you to rest before we tickle you again. We’re not anywhere close to being done yet you precious cinnamon roll. *pinches MK’s left cheek*

MK: *blushing*

Chara: Awww, look at him blush. Isn’t he cute Frisk?

Frisk: He sure is Chara. *talking in a silly voice and teasing MK with light tickles to his belly* Ain’t that right Mr. Tickly Lizzy? *starts making funny faces and making goofy sounds*

MK: *laughing at both tickles and Frisk acting silly* Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Frihihihihisk! Hahahahahaahahaa!

 As Frisk playfully teased MK, Chara walked out of the room to grab a few things before she and Frisk resume their ticklish assault on MK. A few minutes later, Chara returned with a large bag of numerous tickling utensils including the rainbow feather she used to tickle her mother last Saturday and Frisk’s stick (the same stick she used in the Underground).

 Chara: Check out what we’ve got in store for you MK!

 Chara showed MK the assortment of tickling utensils and as she did so, she briefly tickled MK’s nose with her rainbow feather to tease him.

 MK: Hahahahhahahahahahaha!! Nohhohohohohoho!! *sneezes*

Chara: Aww, did the lizard boy just sneeze?

Frisk: Chara, come on. That wasn’t necessary. *scratches MK’s nose for him to get rid of the tickly feeling* (Aww, I was hoping I would hear a kitten sneeze.)

Chara: Sorry Frisk.

MK: *frightened* Are you guys insane?! I’ll lose my mind if you use those things!

Frisk: Thanks for telling us Mr. Cutie.

MK: When I get out of here, I’m gonna get the two of you back so bad!

Chara: You can try MK, but Frisk and I WILL be able to stop you! Now do us a favor and just relax for us.

MK: How the hell can I relax when I know you’re going to tickle me even more?! And with utensils no less!

Frisk: Just take a deep breath MK, and let Chara and I work our magic.

MK: Magic, what magic?

Frisk: This magic. *does something to MK*

MK: *moan* Oh my god, Frisk that feels so wonderful! Thank you! Thank you!

Chara: *cooing* Shhhhhh. *places her index finger over MK’s mouth* No talking MK. Relax. *also does something to MK*

MK: *moan of pure happiness* Whatever you say you lovely angels. *so relaxed that he doesn’t realize what he just said* (Wait, what did I just say?!)

 Right now, MK is the most relaxed he’s ever been. The reason for this is because… Frisk is giving him an amazing foot rub and Chara is lovingly caressing his upper body. MK has been very annoyed with the girls (at least it appeared that way to them) and they thought that showing him some more affection would help calm him down. Frisk and Chara have been giving each other foot rubs during the past month and a half and with all the practice they’ve had, both of them are now very efficient when it comes to giving them. They have yet to master how to rub Asriel’s feet however because every time they try giving him a foot rub, they just wind up tickling him. MK absolutely loves the attention Frisk is giving to his feet and Frisk and Chara are planning to treat him to an even better foot rub later. Right now, Frisk is only giving MK a taste of what to expect later because they are by no means finished tickling him yet.

 Four minutes later, Frisk started coating both of MK’s yellow three-toed feet with a strange substance.

 MK: *startled* Aah! Aaahhhh! Aaaaahhhh!  

Chara: What’s the matter Lizzy Boy?

MK: Something cold just touched my feet! Frisk, what’s happening?!

Frisk: *continues applying the strange substance* No need to worry MK. I’m just applying some MTT-brand massage oil to your feet to make the foot rub feel even better! *with an evil grin* (The oil’s going to do something else too!)

MK: Is it supposed to be that cold?!

Chara: At first, yes. But that’s nothing compared to what it’s going to do in a matter of seconds.

MK: Wait, what do you mean by that?

 A few seconds later, MK’s feet started tingling like crazy. The tingling feelings were very strong and as a result, they made MK incredibly nervous. MK has never had such strong tingling feelings in his feet before. So this is a brand new feeling to him.

 MK: *very nervous* Aaahh! Aaahhhh! My feeeeeet! They’re tingling like crazy! Aaaaahhh! Why are they doing that?! Aaaaahhhhh!

Frisk: MK, calm down! That just means the oil’s taking effect. That tingling feeling will wear off in a minute or so.  

MK: Gah! I hope you’re right! Oooohhh! Gaaaahhhh! This feels so weird!

 About one minute later, the tingling feelings disappeared and MK’s feet were ready to be rubbed again.

 MK: Hey Frisk, my feet aren’t tingling anymore. Does that mean���

Frisk: Yes MK, I can resume the foot rub. *starts rubbing MK’s feet again*

MK: *a huge moan of pure happiness* Oh my goodness, that does feel better! Now I understand why you wanted to put that stuff on my feet Frisk.

Frisk: I told you MK. *evil grin* (Little do you know, that’s not the only reason I applied the oil.)

 Now that MK’s feet are coated with MTT-brand massage oil (It’s soothing for robots and ghosts as well as monsters and humans), Frisk and Chara can start their large ticklish assault on MK. MK believes that the only reason Frisk applied the oil was to make the foot rub more relaxing for him. He has absolutely no idea that the primary reason Frisk applied the oil was to make his already super ticklish feet even more ticklish. :D And the effects of the MTT-brand massage oil last for at least one hour. :)

 After one minute of rubbing MK’s oil-covered feet, Frisk signaled over to Chara to wrap things up. Chara then stopped caressing MK’s upper body so she could position herself next to the young boy’s feet where Frisk currently is. Chara thought that MK was going to get all nervous once she stopped showing affection to his torso, but he was so relaxed from the foot rub that he didn’t even turn his head. As soon as Chara got all situated, she grabbed two hairbrushes and handed one of them to Frisk.

 Chara: Ready Frisk?

Frisk: You know it Chara. *stops rubbing MK’s feet*

 A few seconds later, Frisk and Chara rapidly scrubbed MK’s soles with the hairbrushes. Frisk scrubbed his right foot and Chara scrubbed his left foot and the very moment those hairbrushes touched his soles, MK unleashed lots and lots of extremely hysterical and maniacal laughter. This time however, it was different. Due to the effects of the massage oil, MK was laughing at a much louder volume than normal. And he was laughing more hysterically and maniacally than normal.

 MK: BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOOHOHO!!!!!!!!! GUYS!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! GOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHO BAHAHAHAAHACK TO RUHUHUHUHUBBING MY FEEHEEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!! I LIHIHIHIHIKED THAHHAHAHAHAAT!!!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! (What the hell?! Why are my feet more ticklish all of a sudden?!)

 MK’s already super ticklish feet are now MORE TICKLISH! MK is very confused as to why his feet are more ticklish and he’s way too busy laughing his head off to figure out why. All he knows is that he can feel EVERY SINGLE BRISTLE of the hairbrushes scrubbing rapidly against his suddenly more sensitive soles. And DEAR GOD they tickle so much! Poor kid can’t stop laughing to save his own life! Just as Frisk and Chara intended.

 Chara: We know you did MK! And we might give you another one later if you if you’re REALLY GOOD!

Frisk: Yeah MK! We made plans to tickle you today, and that is what we intend to do!

Chara: Heck yeah! We’re gonna tickle you until you can’t feel a thing Lizzy Boy!

 Frisk and Chara then started scrubbing much faster with the hairbrushes.

 MK: NOHOHOHHOHOOHOOHOOHHOOOHOOHOHO!!!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAIHIHIHIHIHIHIHWHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHBABABAKAKAKAKA HOHOOHHOOOHOEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEGAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Chara: *teasing MK* Yehehehehes! *evil laugh*

MK: GAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream*

Frisk and Chara: *both of them stop tickling MK*

Chara: MK, what the hell was that?!

MK: *breathing heavily and is a giggling mess despite not being tickled at the moment* I’m nahahahahahat suhuhuhuhuhure!! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Frisk: Well; whatever is was, it sounded really unusual. I mean, I’ve tickled you more times than I can imagine and I’ve never heard you make a sound like that.

 For the first time ever, MK has let out a high-pitched “lizard scream” while being tickled. It caught Frisk and Chara completely by surprise that it made them stop tickling his feet upon hearing it. Frisk has tickled MK’s feet numerous times before and that never happened and the only thing the she and Chara are wondering now is what they did differently to make the young lizard boy scream the way he did.

 MK: *giggles have stopped* I know! But guys, I have to ask you something. Why are feet more ticklish all of a sudden?!

 Upon hearing what MK just asked her and Chara, Frisk realized what might possibly be the cause of MK’s “lizard scream”.

 Frisk: Wait a second; I think I might know what’s going here. *scrubs MK’s right foot*

MK: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAAHAAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* OHOHOHHOHOOOHOOHOHOHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream*

 Frisk figured it out. MK’s letting out several “lizard screams” due to the effects of the massage oil. This is similar to Asriel bleating every time someone/something tickles him in one of his worst spots (which he has several of). Except unlike MK with his “lizard screams”, no massage oil is necessary to make Asriel bleat.

 Frisk: I was right! It’s because of that oil Chara! Since his feet are more ticklish now, that’s what’s causing him to make those sounds!

Chara: Ah, yes! That makes much more sense now!

MK: AHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAT?!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* YOOHOOHOOHOOOHOOU MAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADE MY FEEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEET MOHOHOOHOHOHHORE TIHIIHIHIHHIHIHIHHICKLISH?!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream*

Chara: Why yes, we did Lizzy Boy! Now do us a favor… AND LAUGH!!! *scrubs MK’s left foot*

MK: AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!! FWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! YOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOU JEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEEHEHEERKS!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream*

Frisk: *flirting* Oh how we love your sweet, adorable laughter MK!

Chara: *cooing* We just can’t get enough it! Hahahahaha!

 MK doesn’t know what to think right now. One moment the girls were being angels to him and then the next moment, they’re tickle torturing him. He enjoys being tickled but tickle torture is just too much for him and the two girls have absolutely no intentions of easing up on him. And now with his feet being rendered more ticklish, he’s doomed.

 Chara: Coochie coochie coo Lizzy Boy!

Frisk: Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tickle, tickle, tickle!

MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEBABA KAAKAKKAKAKAKAKATATATATATATATATAHOHOHOHOHHOHHOOHOBWEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOOGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA AWAHAHAHAAHAHAGAGAGABABAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEFWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* AHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHIHHIIHHOHOHOHO HOHOOHOHOHHOOHOKAAKKAKAKKAHAHAHAHHAHAHABABABABABABAKAKAKAKAKAKAAKA LALALALALALALAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream*

 For one hour, Frisk and Chara tickled MK in 12 different ways (Five minute intervals with short breaks in between) and there wasn’t a single moment when the two girls weren’t working together to make him unleash laughter that was too pure for this world. Throughout the entire thing, Frisk and Chara tickled MK with many tickling utensils in addition to their fingers and they consistently flirted with him (Frisk, more than Chara) and teased him with extremely goofy tickle talk.

 First, Frisk and Chara scrubbed every inch of his soles with 2 hairbrushes. They alternated between fast and slow motions with them as time went by.

 Second, Frisk and Chara tickled his feet with 4 electric toothbrushes. They paid particular attention to his balls and toes (under his toes especially but also in between them).

 Third, Chara scrubbed his soles with the 2 hairbrushes (She paid particular attention to his balls and under his toes) while Frisk tickled his upper body with 2 toothbrushes (She focused primarily on his belly, bellybutton, ribs and underarms).

 Fourth, Chara tickled his feet with her rainbow feather (She poked his soles and toes with the quill and used the feathery end to tickle his soles and in between his toes) and Frisk used her stick to tickle his upper body (She moved it slowly against his sensitive skin and gently poked him it).

 Fifth, Chara used her rainbow feather to tickle his upper body (She wiggled the feathery end of the feather to primarily tickle his belly, bellybutton, underarms, and neck and poked him with the quill every now and then) and Frisk tickled his feet with her stick (She moved it slowly all over his soles and in between his toes and poked his soles and toes with it).

 Sixth, Chara tickled his feet with 2 combs (She focused primarily on his balls and the under his toes again) and Frisk used Chara’s rainbow feather to tickle his torso (She did thing Chara did moments ago, but in a much flirtier manner).

 Seventh, Frisk tickled MK’s soles with 2 toothbrushes while Chara sawed in between his toes with the 2 combs.

 Eighth, Frisk and Chara blew several raspberries all over his the front side of his torso. Frisk primarily blew raspberries on his belly and Chara primarily blew raspberries on his chest.

 Ninth, Frisk sat on MK and scribbled her fingers all along his neck, collarbones, and ribs and tickled his underarms and sides with her feet (Frisk still has her socks on) and Chara tickled in between his toes with pipe cleaners (They feel like super fuzzy caterpillars).

 Tenth, Chara leaned over MK and repeatedly squeezed his knees with her index fingers and thumbs and used her feet to tickle his underarms and sides (Chara also still has her socks on) and Frisk tickled his feet Chara’s rainbow feather (Like Chara, she poked his soles and toes with the quill and tickled his soles and in between his toes with the feathery end).

 Eleventh, Frisk tickled MK’s torso with 2 feather dusters (She focused primarily on his belly, ribs, and sides) and Chara tickled his feet with Frisk’s stick (Like Frisk, she moved it slowly all over his soles and in between his toes and poked his soles and toes with it.)  

 And twelfth, Frisk scribbled her fingers all over every ticklish inch his feet (She primarily focused on his balls and under his toes like Chara did multiple times) and Chara scribbled her fingers all over his torso (She focused primarily on his sides, ribs, and chest) while blowing several raspberries on belly and over his naval).

 Frisk: Awwwww! Who cutie-patootie lizzy boo boo boy! You are MK! You are!

Chara: Tee hee hee! Ha ha ha! Ba ba ba ba hee hee hee!

MK: GAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* FWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHIHIHIHIHIHIHIUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU HOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* STAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASING MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *lizard scream* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

 For one hour, MK was in sea of silly, precious, frantic, hysterical, and maniacal laughter. His face was soaked with tears due to laughing so hard, his entire body was tingling like never before (especially his feet), his tail was shaking very frantically despite having it tied to his legs, and his feet and torso were as red as they could be with blush. He laughed, screamed, shrieked, squealed, squeaked, and everything in between throughout the entire thing and having his feet covered with massage oil before it all started only made everything more intense for him. And the two girls REALLY did a number on his feet!

 When it all started, MK immediately began begging the girls to stop tickling him and he continued begging them to stop as time went by. Frisk and Chara of course ignored his constant pleads for mercy and after about twenty minutes of tickle torture, MK actually stopped begging them for mercy completely. Frisk knows the reason why MK gave up trying to convince her and Chara to stop tickling him, but Chara doesn’t know why. All she wanted to do the entire time was make him laugh, and that’s exactly what she and Frisk did. And by the time Frisk and Chara nearly finished the tickle torture; someone showed up in the house unexpectedly and startled the two girls along with MK.

 ??????: Uh… hi kids.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[darkicedragon]

Hnnnng, I wanna start focusing on the Noblesse event, finish the Birdmen artswap, continue on with colouring in my new book, and like. I’m just looking at my camp nano stats and being like, ‘If I write 2.5k a day, I should be able to finish by the 13th and that’ll give me a day to finish the Birdmen pic’ and I’d kinda sorta not? But I just want at least ONE of these done.

I’ve got two, possibly three, fics to edit and post, but I’m just like, ‘BUT I GOTTA GET MY WORD COUNT FOR TODAY’. >_>;

...

Oh right, I can change the word goal for camp nano. So 20k it is and I just have to write about 2k today and I’m done! 8D

[these-are-the-first-steps]

(hi this is pissbabysithlord rolling into your inbox to offer a humble prompt) HOW DID DEMON REY MEET FATHER KYLO? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ i wanna know

WELL HERE YOU GO!! May not be what you expected!! 8D

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“Kid’s a fucking idiot.”

“He has no idea what he’s doing.”

“He’s Vader’s grandchild, though.”

“Vader was a fool.”

“Even so, shouldn’t that be worth something?”

“Since when is merit won by bloodline? What kind of soft, monarchic bullshit is that- have you forgotten what side of Eternity you’re on?”

The demons coalesced in and out of each other, more or less huddled, around the 17 year old who worked in secret in his uncle’s attic, with a book he never should have found.

He was an easy target- opened wide to the powers of the other side with zero training in how to control it. They enjoyed messing with him, moving his things around when he turned his back, flipping to the wrong pages. In the beginning, he fell for that one a lot, and they’d laughed loudly when he’d summon some odd, grotesque thing after meshing two different chants together. He’d gotten mostly wise to that trick, though, so they’d had to come up with other means of entertaining themselves.

“I think he’s just young,” came an airier voice.

“Pfft,” another scoffed. “Agaraesh only likes him because Vader used to hang around with that primordial buffoon.”

“Obi Wan was not a buffoon!” Agaraesh exclaimed. “He knew more than all of you combined! He’d know what do with another Skywalker trying to break into this realm.”

“Newsflash, Rae, he’s a Solo, not a Skywalker.”

“A different last name doesn’t change what’s in his blood.”

“Maybe not….but names have power. And Skywalker is a name he does not have.”

“Yeah, and it shows.”

As he went to grab a new instrument from the shelf behind him, the pages flipped silently over before fluttering down to stop at 1012.

“Shh, SHH!!” they hushed at each other, and they watched.

The boy, so wrapped up in his spell, thinking his audience was blessedly absent for once, continued on as a green smoke began to swirl over the tome. He frowned.

“That…that’s not supposed to be green,” he muttered, and screamed when thirteen vipers materialized atop his ritual.

The demons were beside themselves, and their satisfaction reeked into the surrounding space.

Agaraesh watched as the boy backed himself against the bookshelf, hands clinging to it, as his chest heaved. His mind was practically humming as it worked to think of an incantation to at least freeze the aggressive beasts. Eyes wide and arm shaking, he held out his hand towards them. The demons grew rapt. He took in a breath.

“Fríesende!!” he commanded. There was a pause, but the vipers still persisted, slithering amongst each other, slowly flicking out their forked tongues and honing in on the boy’s fear. The demons were in an uproar, falling over each other, as much as incorporeal being could, over the apparent failure.

Agaraesh was frustrated. Moving close to him, the demon rested its lips close to his ear.

“Try ‘aþ’ as your ending….” it purred, and instantly his hand shot over his ear in a panic, pulling at it desperately as the vipers moved closer.

“I’d try it quickly, too,” Agaraesh continued, “They’re already within striking distance…”

He whined, adding to the amusement of the others gathered, but his hand raised up as he forced his fear and failure into another form. His eyes flared.

“FRÍESAÞ!!” he screamed, an in an instant, the snakes not only ceased to move but also began to quickly frost over.

“Unfair!”

“You’re helping him, Rae??”

“This goes against The Orders, Agaraesh!”

“Not to mention ruining all the fun.”

Agaraesh huffed. “It got boring watching him fail,” she defended. “This is far more interesting.”

The group grumbled and several moved away. The boy was heaving rather dramatically as he stared in shock at the frozen vipers.

“….Snoke will hear about this,” one voice that hadn’t spoken up amongst the previous rabble said. Volse. “You know what could happen.”

“I hardly think the Devil’s going to be upset over nurturing a Skywalker, regardless of what his current last name may be.”

There was silence.

“You know they’ve been shielding him for a reason,” Volse said again. “You may have just ruined that.”

“Well then even more reason for his Lordishness to be pleased,” Agaraesh replied.

The boy was swinging his head around the room, as if he were looking, or checking, for something, before slowly approaching the vipers. Squatting down, he stuck out a finger, and gave one a prod. The second his flesh made contact, Agaraesh reached out with a wily grin and jolted his shoulders, sending him screaming, backwards, and banging his head into a shelf.

Agaraesh laughed heartily. “Oh, God, I really couldn’t help myself!”

He sat up, rubbing his head with a wince. “That wasn’t necessary,” he grumbled.

“Who says it wasn’t? I helped you, after all. Don’t I get a little fun in return?”

“You call a bunch of vipers ‘fun’?”

“Of course.”

“You’re insane.”

“Well yeah. Demon,” Agaraesh scoffed sarcastically. The boy froze, and his mouth went dry.

“….demon?”

Agaraesh grinned and leaned towards him. Really, the moment of revelation was always the best- time to savor it.

“Well of course, sweetheart,” Agaraesh purred sweetly, and lightly licked its tongue up his cheek. He shuddered violently but didn’t move away. The boy had more guts than the others gave him credit for.

He blinked into the nothing. “Where are you? Why can’t I see you?” he asked finally. Agaraesh smirked.

“Well for that, you’d either need to know my name or be a much more powerful conjurer than you are. Although the snakes are quite impressive, and…”

He sighed in exasperation. “Alright, alright, I think I’ve been mocked enough for one day.”

“It’s Agaraesh,” Volse’s voice cut cleanly through the empty room.

“Hey,” the demon protested, but the boy already went to open his mouth.

“AGARAESH,” he recited firmly.

“SSHIT!!”

“You said he was interesting…” Volse drawled back.

Agaraesh popped into existence, shorter than the boy, tawny brown hair in a mess, and she was clothed, she, in the most moth-ridden, poncho-esque piece of tapestry he’d ever seen, held closed round the middle with a rough leather belt. He pulled himself up to his feet, trying to hold himself together. As she raised her head, her eyes met his, and they stared at each other in shocked silence.

“What are you wearing??” he demanded in an accusing tone. Agaraesh groaned loudly and brought up her hands to ruffle her already tangled hair.

“It’s been a thousand or so years since I took human form, alright?? I liked it. I wanted to wear it!!”

“So you cut out a giant hole in a priceless piece of art??”

“Priceless??”

“You know those things hang in museums today, right??”

Agaraesh scoffed. “Yeah, well, they weren’t considered art where I got it from,” she shot back. She looked down with an arched brow at her garb and pulled at the front of it to get a better look, as much as the thin leather belt tied around her waist would allow. She got lost the images suddenly, eyes roving across the wovenwork, before quietly giggling and pointing at one figure being violently beheaded on her chest.

“Look! Look at that one! That one was always my favorite,” she barked in a strange and uneven, breathy laugh. She tried to hold it out for him to see, but he reared back, a look of mild disgust on his face.

“Listen.” he sighed, “Agar—“

Her face fell instantly and she stepped towards him, slamming her finger against his lips. “DON’T!!” she hissed.

He stared wide-eyed at her, critique of her appearance gone. She was unaware of the energy flaring off her, and he reeked suddenly of fear. This was a demon. A demon!! Her looks were made to be deceiving. And she was touching him. This wasn’t—

“Don’t say that name!” she continued, face pinched fury, but he couldn’t help but think it incomplete. How was she so—?

“If you say it,” she instructed slowly, “I go back.”

His breath stilled.

“Do you understand?”

Slowly, he nodded. She pulled her finger away from his lips and lowered her hand with a -pat- against her tapestry tabard, causing a decent-sized puff of dust and filth to billow out into the air. They watched it rise up and disperse out into the air together.

“Might be plague on that,” she muttered.

“What??”

“Where do you want these snakes?”

He stared at her, mouth agape, but when the idea of ‘plague’ blared across his mind again, he promptly shut it. “Snakes?” he finally echoed back.

“Yess, snakes,” she hissed at him with a sardonic look and a vigorous nod in their frozen direction. There was a small puddle forming beneath them. They were beginning to thaw.

He thought quickly. Biting his lip, he went over to the attic window and looked outside.

“See that kid?” he asked, pointing. Agaraesh tiptoed over and peered through the glass.

“That kid’s an asshole,” he fumed. “Give ‘em to him.”

The corner of her mouth twisted up. “You hate him that much?”

Gritting his teeth, he nodded. Her grin broadened as she looked him over. Taking a step closer, she peered up at him- God, humans have gotten tall!- and gifted him with a pointed smile.

“What do they call you?” she asked. He blinked down at her.

“Um…” he cleared his throat, “Kylo. They call me Kylo Ren.”

Agaraesh smirked. “Nobody calls you that.”

He frowned. “Maybe not, but you do,” he said with conviction, and Agaraesh looked over the stern set of his brow, the subtle movement of his lips, and the piercing nature of his eyes….no, he may not be a Skywalker by name, but he definitely was one by blood.

Rey tilted her head to the side. “Alright,” she said simply, and with a raise of her arm and a snap of her fingers, the wet pile of vipers was gone.

He startled- he did that easily, she thought- but soon recovered to look eagerly out the window again. His enemy’s mother was just pulling up in the driveway, arms full of paper bags brimming with groceries. Kylo and Agaraesh watched, heads together in the narrow window, as the mother called her son to help. With a roll of his eyes and a quiet insult, he stalked over and Agaraesh snickered. Finally, they made their way to the door.

“Where did you put them?” he asked quickly.

“Kitchen,” she replied with amusement.

“Perfect.”

His nails dug into the window frame as the key went into the lock, turned, the door opened. They both took in a breath as the two disappeared into the kitchen. There was a scream. A shriek. And a loud pounding as several things hit the floor. There was the sound of crockery breaking and plates smashing, as the mother, and shortly thereafter the son, came streaking out of the house in terror.

Kylo was beside himself, nearly doubled over in laughter. It was too good! Too rich!! Ohh, payback really was satisfying, regardless of what his uncle always said!! He looked on, through the tears, as the target stumbled now onto the driveway as his mother screamed again. He was clutching at his ankle.

“Uh-oh!” Agaraesh exclaimed in a sing-song voice. “Looks like somebody got bit!”

The boy was wailing out in the open, rolling around, and Agaraesh was wheezing as she bit into her finger from laughter. When the ambulance and several animal control vehicles pulled up, the show was over, and they turned around to slide back down the wall.

“OH my god, that was satisfying!” Kylo breathed, running his hands through his hair.

“God, had nothing to do with it,” she snickered.

“Oh right,” he corrected, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Agaraesh shrugged. She stretched out her filthy bare feet in front of her, rolling them on her heels back and forth, watching the way her toes wiggled. It caught Kylo’s attention, too.

“So since I can’t call you A—“ he coughed, “I mean…the other name…..what can I call you?”

She sighed, giving one last longful look at her toes before turning to him. “Dunno,” she confessed. She paused, before her eyes lit up brilliantly, and he sort of smiled. “Some call me Rae.”

“Rey?” he repeated.

“Isn’t that what I said?”

Kylo grinned. He nodded. “Alright.”