#Scott-ler

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

I've always wanted to do this with these two.

[articskele]

HAIII @heyy-dont-mind-me this image of Trufflu Scott just won't leave my brain and I like it a lot so I drew him :D

[ghostlee]

Art Trade for @losttheclown they wanted some lee!smajor so I drew some up for them in exchange for some Etho art Heheheh

Ty ty for trading with me! <3

I did some more Ler!Scar too Teeheehee

Enjoy!

[lopsicle]

My Cool Gay Roommate

TickleTober Day 9 Wake Up

Characters: Lee! Wallace, Ler! Scott.

Summary: A request from one of my favourite mutuals VBS ( @veryblushyswitch also sorry, I only just realised I should probably at you since I already responded to your ask thing). I meshed together the wake up prompt with her idea of Scott discovering Wallace was ticklish. Hope you enjoy this one!

Warnings: None, just a tickle fic. Also that this may be OOC since it’s been a while since I’ve watched this show.

Wallace had never been a morning person. For as long as he could remember, he could never properly get his brain switched on until at least 10:00AM, or sooner with a few cups of coffee forced into his system. The second most important rule Wallace had emphasised to Scott when they first became roommates (the first being ‘Don’t fall in love with me’) was to never ever wake him up in the mornings. This morning was different though, the night prior, Wallace asked Scott to get him up at eight since he had agreed to meet with Mobile that day for breakfast. He knew he’d end up being bitchy that early in the morning so he reassured Scott that he’d apologise to him later for it.

Scott’s eyes peered over to a sleeping Wallace at his side, nervously. He’d done a lot of stupid things but making Wallace mad was something he was hoping to avoid under any circumstances. Still, Wallace would just be more mad at him later if he flunked out on this, he reasoned. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Wallace’s bare shoulder and shook him about softly, speaking quietly to him in a scratchy voice.

“Wallace…time to get up.” Scott ushered him, sitting up and leaning against the backboard of the bed to get a better view of Wallace’s sleeping face. His eyes scrunched up at the sound of Scott’s voice before he pulled the blanket closer to him, exposing Scott’s legs to the cool air.

“You know, that’s my blanket too,” Scott chuckled, knowing he was a blanket hog most of the time. Wallace didn’t seem to find it funny though.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you pay for it?” He rebutted, his voice barely audible yet still somehow forceful, hoping he wouldn’t have to speak in this tired state again. Wallace’s body felt so, so drained and it was like staying huddled up in this blanket was charging him; he’d be good to go in a few hours. But it didn’t seem like Scott was willing to wait that long.

“Dude, seriously, you asked for this,” Scott shuffled closer, trying to dip her legs under the blanket and reclaim some of their warmth; a nudge from Wallace shut down that idea quickly. He placed his hand on Wallace’s shoulder once more, shaking his head while his thumb accidentally rubbed against his bicep. Wallace gripped onto the blanket a little tighter, a small gasp escaping his lips from the touch before a few giggles escaped his mouth.

“Hey, what’s funny?” Scott blinked obliviously. “I’m being serious, were you just messing with me or something?” His grip on Wallace’s shoulder tightened, doing no favours for the sleepy boy, forcing even more giggles out of his mouth. Wallace promptly buried his face underneath his blanket, praying that those tiny noises would go unnoticed by Scott. Unfortunately, they didn’t, because Scott can’t do anything right.

“Wait, dude, are you fucking ticklish?” Scott asked in a shocked whisper, never having expected someone like Wallace to have a literal sensitive side to him.

“I’m the n-nohormal amount of t-tihicklish, don’t make some bihihig deal out of this,” Wallace huffed, not sure if he was trying to convince Scott or himself. Either way, he was unsuccessful. Those fingers that had just been tormenting his shoulder snaked their way to his underarms, fluttering about delicately against his soft skin.

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m absolutely making a big deal out of this! You? Ticklish? Strong, confident Wallace can’t handle a bit of tickling?” Scott played up his teasing once he saw just how flustered Wallace was already getting, something that greatly annoyed his roommate because of how well it worked.

“I cahahan tahake it, your just ahahannoying!” Wallace retorted, trying to wriggle his way under the blanket to protect himself only to have it unceremoniously ripped off of him by Scott, who discarded it onto the floor. Wallace shivered from the feeling of the cold air against him almost bare body, glaring at Scott, ready to give him an earful for trying that but he didn’t get an opportunity before he straddled his waist.

“I don’t know why your being so difficult, you asked for this, I’m just waking you up,” Scott smirked at him, his hands slipping underneath Wallace’s grey T-shirt and digging into the soft, pudgy skin of his abdomen.

“IHIHI’M UHUP, I’M UHUHUP!!” Wallace cried out through his laughter, trying to hold onto his anger towards Scott but it was like it was seeping out with his laughter. His body felt like it was starting up now, able to wriggle and half heartedly fight against Scott pinning him down.

“Are you sureeeee? You still seem pretty tired to me, sure you don’t need me to tickle all that sleep out of you?” Scott prompted him in a playful tone, to which Wallace shook his head rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks glowing with a blush. Scott’s fingers began scurrying about beneath the fabric of his shirt, goosing and plucking his sides suddenly before switching back to skittering about all over his tummy, leaving Wallace all twitchy and squealing.

“Scohohot, I swehaHAHAR TO GOHOHOD-!!” Wallace laughed loudly, any sense of composure he might’ve had being thoroughly tickled out of him but Scott didn’t stop there, he was having way too much fun seeing Wallace smiling and squirming like this.

“Oh, you swear what? Whatcha gonna do, hm? Lay there and laugh? Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate,” Scott giggled to himself, jabbing his fingers deep between Wallace’s ribs, before sliding his fingers up and down the sides of them, wriggling against the little bumps of bone. Wallace seemed to be an absolute walking tickle spot, it was surprising Scott hadn’t figured out this little secret of his before now, but he had a lot of time to make up for now. Wallace, on the other hand, couldn’t even think clearly anymore, blushing up at a storm as he gave up trying to wriggle out of Scott’s hold, just letting himself be pinned down. Scott noticed that.

“Not trying to get away anymore, are we? What, decided we’re enjoying ourself now?” There was something about the way he was speaking that made Wallace feel a little more…connected to him. Sure, teasing was mean and evil and Scott should die for this but it was a little nice to let himself be subjected to Scott’s playful remarks rather than the other way around for once. Wallace snorted, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hand. Scott huffed heartedly in response and focused on plucking at his ribs once more.

“Yeah, you totally do,” Scott said casually, casually enough that Wallace was able to ignore it, “whatcha thinking, does it tickle more of the left side of your ribs-,” Scott gave a quick scribbling across Wallace’s left ribs, “or your right?” followed by him worming his fingers between his ribs. Wallace cackled and then shrieked respectively, bouncing about from side to side whilst his heels dug into their mattress, trying to find any sort of relief from all of the attention.

“T-THE RIHIHIGHT!!” He answered honestly, letting Scott take the wheel with this one and just going along with whatever he was saying to try and distract him selves. Scott made a clicking sound with his tongue at that confirmation.

“Oh, really?” With one of his hands, Scott began squeezing up and down Wallace’s right side, and his other began scribbling all against the same side of ribs, really trying to force out whatever laughter he had left in him out.

“OHOHOKAY, STOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHW!!” Scott’s killer move had, in fact, been killer, Wallace thrashed all about beneath Scott, filled with the compulsive need to move and inch away from Scott’s tormenting hands as much as possible. Luckily, Scott did that for him, slipping his hands out from Wallace’s shirt and even smoothing out the hem of it for him. Wallace laid on the bed like a damsel in distress, his right arm draped over his forehead as he caught his breath, feeling the red in his cheeks slowly begin to fade. Scott scooted off his hips, sitting down on his knees next to Wallace with a little smirk. Once Wallace meet his gaze, he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, a little uncertain, clearly hoping he would just be able to slip all of that under the rug.

“You totally enjoyed that, dude,” Scott grinned, to which Wallace groaned and turned away, standing up from his bed.

“Shut up, man,” Wallace mumbled, stretching, Scott slid over to him on the bed to be closer to Wallace, speaking in an unusual, high pitched voice.

“Oh, Scott, I hate being tickled so much that I’m going to sit here and make absolutely no attempts to stop you from tickling me to bits,” Scott clasped his hands together over his chest in a mocking sense, managing to earn an eye roll and a blush from Wallace.

“You were pinning me down, genius.” Wallace called out, already making his way to the door to try and go do something productive, and hopefully bury all those embarrassing, flustering feelings in his chest that were threatening to bubble up.

“Oh, and thanks for actually getting me up. That was effective.”

Scott smiled at the praise, calling out to Wallace as he left the room.

“No problem, man!”

[notsowimpy]

Hello again friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end

[kiri-mikua]

Commission work

todd and wallace tks (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

thank you so much for your com! 🥳

commissions remain open, everyone! i would love to draw for you!

[veryblushyswitch]

What Makes You Helpless?

Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. ☆

Lee: Scott

Ler: Ramona

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing into Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

“I love you too Scott Pilgrim.”

[trashyswitch]

Foxy's Terrible Pirate Jokes

Scott is working at the pizzeria, when he comes across a strangely mischievous Foxy, with bad pirate jokes and a plan up his sleeve! Only thing is, it turns out that Foxy isn't alone in this little plan...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! Whoever you are, I thoroughly hope you enjoy.

Scott was sitting in the office, looking at the poster of the three characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. Why Foxy was not on the poster, he could not be sure. Foxy was his favorite character out of all of them…so the lack of recognition for the fox pirate was…really sad. He looked around at the little televisions that covered a corner of the gray desk. The televisions were small, and were stacked on top of each other. The room was dark, save for a dinky little warm light in the middle of the small office. Even then, that little light only lit up most of the office. The hallways on either side required their own lights. That was how Scott could see if the animatronics were coming to send him a visit. 

Scott knew these animatronics quite well. In fact, he was confident in saying he knew most of the ins and outs of this pizzeria. He had been hired as the security guard right before the pizzeria had opened. He remembered seeing one of those “Opening soon! Apply Now!” signs up on a bulletin nearby. He remembered giving in his resume, and meeting both Mr. Afton and his son Michael, in-person. He remembered that according to Mr. Afton, “Michael had an appointment today, and didn’t wanna go back to school.” He mentioned that his choices were to go to work with him or go back to school. And it appeared that Michael chose to go to work with him. 

Scott was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts as a set of shuffling feet filled the hallway. Recognizing who the shuffling belonged to, Scott closed the left door before the animatronic could come in. With the fox locked out, Scott let out a breath of relief. He was safe. 

But something was off…Usually Foxy would bodycheck himself into the door a few times before giving up. But…He wasn’t doing that this time. This confused Scott st first. Did the animatronic already give up? If so, what changed between now, and the last time he tried to get in? Was Foxy learning? 

Scott clicked the light button to check the hallway. Sure enough, the hallway was completely empty. 

Huh…These animatronics are a lot more clever than he thought…He quickly began to pray that he wasn’t underestimating the animatronics’ intellect. 

Walking back to the desk, Scott checked the screens to try and find Foxy. 

He checked the main dining hall, and found Bonnie. He was holding his red guitar, just staring at the camera. Scott chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Though he wasn’t sure if Bonnie could see it, Scott waved back to him. 

Next, Scott checked the stage and found Freddy. Apparently he hadn’t moved from the stage yet. Feeling comfortable with Freddy’s position, Scott looked at another camera. 

The bathrooms appeared to be empty. But the flash of yellow filled the screen when he switched to the kitchen camera. Chica and the cupcake were standing in the kitchen. Typical Chica wanting to cook in the kitchen…

He switched to Foxy’s cove, and tried to look inside the curtains. But based on the camera’s live recording and his own limited vision, Foxy wasn’t in there. 

Wait…If Foxy’s not in the hallways, and not in the Pirate’s Cove…then where is he?! 

Suddenly, Scott’s focus fell away from the screen as he heard something resembling a squeaky metal joint…

Oh God…Foxy’s right behind him…

Very slowly, Scott turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. The more he turned his head, the more he could see the white pupils from the animatronic…

The eyes began to tilt to the side. “Look at what we have heeere~��� 

Yup…That’s Foxy alright…

He heard a near identical squeak as the fox's body moved closer. His white metallic teeth protruded from his jaw, worsening Scott’s fear…He looked like he was going to bite him like an aggressive dog…a dog capable of standing on their hind legs…A dog that stands taller than most humans. 

Scott turned the rest of his body around as he tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay, Scott. Despite the size of his teeth, Foxy is not going to bite you. Those teeth are for aesthetics only. Mr. Emily would never program these animatronics to bite. That’s so against his nature. And Foxy was made to entertain kids! There’s no way he’d bite him! 

…Right? 

Suddenly, Scott’s thought process was interrupted as Foxy’s glaring face got closer to him. To make matters worse, Foxy’s teeth had opened up, making a couple of his back teeth slide together in an ear-piercing ‘schwing’ sound. This told Scott everything. Those teeth were not soft…they were made completely of metal. 

Doubt about his previous theory began to fill Scott’s mind. If Foxy was never meant to bite, then why did Henry give Foxy two sets of metal teeth?! 

“Ya scared, lil fella?” The fox asked him. 

Though Foxy was staring into his soul, Scott had quickly noticed that the voice was coming from a speaker in his chest, rather than his mouth. But it didn’t change how terrified he was…not even slightly. 

“Scared outta ya skin?” Foxy asked with an evil laugh. 

Scott very slowly started to nod his head. He didn’t know what else to do. Nodding barely seemed like enough of a response. 

“Shall we get this over with?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott widened his eyes. Over with? Get WHAT over with?! 

Scott’s spiraling mind was interrupted by the feeling of a hand and a hook sliding under his arms. “oOHNO-!” Scott gasped. And without any warning or preparation, Scott’s feet began to lift off the ground. “WaitwaitWAITWAIT!” He shrieked and shouted, kicking his feet. “FUCK- PUT ME DOWN!” 

“Gotta pretty light booty on ya, matey!” Foxy reacted. 

Despite how funny this phrase would be any other time, Scott refused to acknowledge it. All he cared about was the idea of his skull being crushed, and his life potentially ending in a matter of minutes. “HELP! HELLO?! HELP ME PLEASE!” 

“You need help there, mate?” Foxy asked, sounding quite genuine. 

Scott cried out again. “ANYONE THERE?! ANYBODY?! HELLO?!” Scott shouted. 

Foxy’s ears wiggled slightly as he tilted his head. “Ya don’t know when to quit, do ya?” He asked. 

Scott’s breathing increased as he stared into Foxy’s white pupils. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” He whimpered. 

Foxy’s eyepatch closed over his own eye. “Ya said ya wanted help?” Foxy asked. 

Scott gulped and bit his lip. “H-Huh?” 

Foxy laughed a little bit, his lower jaw moving up and down. “I’d love to help a member of the crew!” He declared. “What do ya need help with, me hearty?” Foxy asked him. 

“Uh-” 

“Perhaps ya want help sweepin’ the deck?” Foxy asked him. 

“What are you-” 

“Or perhaps ya need someone to turn yer frown upside down!” Foxy offered. 

“Ummmm-” 

“Which will it be, chum? Cleanin’ up the old cobwebs? Or a good ol’ fashioned cheer-up?” Foxy asked. 

“...I…I uh-” “Excellent choice!” Foxy raised Scott up slightly, before placing him somewhat roughly onto the chair. “One cheer-up comin’ right up!” He declared as he pretended to roll up his sleeves. “I’m gonna tell ya some special little jokes. And if ya laugh, then I’m doin’ my job right!” Foxy explained. “But if ya don’t laugh…” Foxy wiggled his left fingers. “Then I might just make ya~.” 

Scott widened his eyes and gulped slightly. Oh no…Knowing Foxy, these were gonna be the classic kids jokes…And though he liked those jokes, they were never funny enough to make him laugh…And knowing how much kids tend to laugh hysterically at the jokes…

This is not gonna go well…

“Aaaalright! First joke:” Foxy cleared his non-existent throat. “Why is pirating so addicting?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, still struggling to process the fact that he wasn’t planning on killing him. 

“Well, they say once ya lose yer first hand, ya get hooked!” Foxy declared, shoving the side of his hook into Scott’s face. 

Scott made no sound…he blinked once…he blinked twice…He did get the joke, but…he didn’t exactly start off with a bang…

“Well that’s a darn shame…How about this one:” Foxy offered. 

Scott blinked and widened his eyes. Wait, he wasn’t gonna tickle him? 

“What do ye call a pirate with two eyes and two legs?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, not really sure. “A rookie!” Foxy replied as the comedic drum sound played through his chest speaker. 

Scott’s confusion began to turn into slight boredom. Though he understood the joke, he just…didn’t find it funny. 

“Well, looks like I gotta tickle it outta ya!” He declared as his hand suddenly squeezed and scratched at Scott’s side and belly. 

Scott squeaked and curled up, pulling his knees up to his chest in a single moment. “Noho! GaAHAHA! Noho fair!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a giggle left his mouth. 

“Look at that! Ya CAN laugh! And here I thought ya had a broken funny bone!” Foxy teased. 

“Ihihit’s not funnyhyhy!” Scott tried to argue. 

“Well somethin’s gotta be funny! You’re laughin’ right now!” Foxy reminded him. 

“Yohohohou’re ticklihihing mehehehe!” Scott yelled back. 

“Are ya sure about that?” Foxy clarified. 

“Yehehehehes! Ihihihi cahahan feeheeheel ihit!” Scott tried to argue back. 

“Are ya sure that’s not yer tummy making ya laugh?” Foxy asked next, adding his hook to the other side of his ribs. 

“aAAH! YEHES!” He yelled back, shocked by his own reaction. Whatever Foxy was doing, was working way too well on him! “IHIHI’M SUHUHUHURE! I CAN FEEHEEHEEL YOHOHOUR HAHAHANDS RIGHT NOHOHOHOW!” Scott argued back. 

Foxy’s eye widened. “Oh! Ya can, can ya?” Foxy asked, looking down at his own upper limbs. 

“YEHEHEHESSS!” He shouted back. The poor guy was shaking his head and busting out in cackles of laughter every minute. 

Foxy smirked. “If you could feel me hands, then you would know that I don’t have two hands.”  Foxy stopped tickling him and showed Scott the hook. “No pirate is complete without their trusty hook!” He declared. “Call me a seasoned veteran!” He added rather proudly.  

Scott’s laughter slowly began to die down as he stared at the hook. He couldn’t explain why, but something was telling him that the strong laughter he was experiencing was due to the fox’s hook rather than his hand. “Hehehe…Hehe…Haaa…” He hung his head. 

“Geez, mate! I didn’t kill ya with me jokes, did I?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott blinked a couple times, staring at him. “All that…just because I didn’t laugh at your jokes?” he clarified. 

Foxy let out a laugh that sounded somewhat similar to Mr. Krabs. “Not exactly, Buccaneer. Mr. Afton himself told me to cheer ya up!” Foxy told him. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Mr. Afton?” Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You mean William?” 

“Oh no no, not the captain of this joint.” Foxy shook his head. “The cabin boy.” He replied. 

Scott stared at him, confused. “What?” 

“Ya know, the youngin’.” Foxy explained, showing Scott the child’s general size with his hook. 

Scott straightened his head. “Wait…The kids?” He asked next. 

“Yeah!” Foxy replied, smiling slightly as a little shadow showed up behind Scott. 

“Wait…” Scott pointed to the animatronic. “William has 3 kids. Which one is it?” Scott asked next. 

And almost as if previously planned, Scott felt a pair of small and quick hands grab at his sides, before being followed up by a loud and proud “BOO!”. 

“GAAAH!” Scott jumped about 5 feet in the air, before sprinting away giggling from the little skittering fingers. “Nahahaha! Whohoho-” He turned to look at the person, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Michael, hi.” He reacted. 

“Hi Mr. Phone guy!” Michael declared. 

Scott chuckled awkwardly. “Uhhh…What are you doing here?” He asked, still surprised that a 13 year old was standing in his office. 

“I wanted to surprise you!” Michael admitted. “Were you surprised?” He asked. 

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I was. I was quite surprised.” He admitted. 

Michael giggled rather evilly. “I guess we could say you’re ‘tickled’ about me being there?” Michael teased. 

“Eyyyy! That’s my boy!” Foxy patted Michael’s head excitedly. 

Scott sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve known…” He muttered. “Does your father know you’re here?” Scott asked him. 

“Uhhh…” Michael bit his lip and looked away. “N-No…He doesn’t…” He admitted. 

Scott sighed. “I’m gonna call your father.” He told him, picking up the phone and typing his boss’s number into the telephone. He raised the phone to his ear, and waited for it to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “Hi Mr. Afton. It’s Scott Rogers. Michael showed up at the Pizzeria here.” Scott explained. 

“He did?” Mr. Afton went silent for a moment. “Huh…I guess that explains why he’s a little late getting home.” Mr. Afton admitted. 

“Yeah…If you can come pick him up, that’d be great.” Scott admitted. 

“Sure, I can pick him up. It'll be about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” Mr. Afton asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Scott replied. 

“Alright. See you soon.” Mr. Afton said before hanging up the phone. 

Scott put down his own phone and looked at Michael. “Your father’s on the way.” 

“Aww…” Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “And I thought you were cool…” 

Scott chuckled a little bit, smiling as he came to terms with the thought of essentially being called ‘not cool’ by a 13 year old. 

“Well…I’m not the one who chose not to walk to the house…” Scott reminded him. “And I’m not the one who’s too ticklish to handle a robot fox.” Michael shot back, smirking as he crossed his arms. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Did he really just sass him?! Scott smirked slightly as an idea developed in his head. “Think you’re so tough, huh? I’d like to see you handle a robot tickle monster.” Scott replied. 

“Yarrr! Ain’t that an idea!” Foxy declared. 

Michael’s smile quickly dropped from his face upon hearing Foxy’s words. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just hear an ‘uh oh’ from the tough guy?” Scott asked. 

Michael tensed up. “N-No…you didn’t.” He muttered, visibly losing his composure. 

“Hey Foxy! Got any more jokes on you?” Scott asked. 

“Well, me hearty! I thought ya’d never ask!” Foxy replied, throwing his hooked hand in the air with excitement. “What does the pirate say when he turns 80 years old?” Foxy asked. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“Aye Matey!” Foxy declared excitedly. 

Michael let out a quick exhale through his nose, and shook his head. “Wow…” 

“Ya get it?” Foxy asked. 

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Michael asked. 

Scott smirked and laughed a little bit. Though, he wasn’t laughing at the joke…“Looks like Michael didn’t laugh. You know what that means, Foxy?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Yarrr! Indeed I do! Ya learn quickly, Scotty-boy!” Foxy declared, before poking Michael’s sides. “I tickle the laughter out of ya!” Foxy declared. 

Michael squeaked and struggled to cover up his sides. “NAHAhaha! Fohoxy dohohon’t!” Michael wiggled, trying to run away from Foxy’s hook and hand. 

“Goodness, cabin boy! You’re a lot more wiggly than Scotty!” Foxy reacted. “Or even the captain himself!” Foxy added. 

“I’ll say!” Scott reacted. 

“FOXYHYHYHYHY! COHOME OHOHOHON!” Michael yelled out. “What’s wrong, Michael? Still feeling tough?” Scott asked next. 

“Can’t handle a taste of yer own medicine?” Foxy asked. 

“MEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Michael shouted at him. Scott chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah…Talk all you want to, Mike.” He teased. 

“Ya keep complainin’, and we may never stop ticklin’!” Foxy warned with a pirate-esque laugh. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Michael shouted back. 

This playful banter only lasted another 5 minutes, before Michael finally gave up. With Scott ordering Foxy to help, Michael was given a chair, a small cup of water, and a chance to recover before his father showed up. When William showed up to pick up Michael, Scott walked Michael from the office, up to the exit door. William hopped out of the car and playfully pushed Michael towards the car, before looking at Scott. 

“Thanks for the help. And again, I’m sorry about all that. Michael’s getting used to walking home from school, and apparently he thinks he can go wherever he wants. Hopefully grounding him will be enough to kick him down a few pegs.” William told him. 

“Yeah…Although, I didn’t mind having him there.” Scott mentioned. 

William chuckled. “You’re a good man, Rogers.” William patted his back somewhat roughly. “I’ll let you get back to it, alright?” William replied. 

“Alright. Good luck.” Scott told him as William walked away. 

“Thanks! I’ll need it!” William replied as he got into the car. 

Scott smiled and waved to them as the car started. Right as the car started to move, the backseat window rolled down, and a smaller head peeked out of the window. “Bye phone guy!” He yelled out the window. 

Scott laughed. “Bye tough guy!” Scott yelled back. 

“YEAH!” Michael showed off his bicep through the open window right as the car started to turn left. This made Scott laugh a little bit more. 

Kids…Such playful, sassy creatures…

Yes, I'm writing a few more FNAF fanfictions. The problem I had before, is that everyone kept only asking for FNAF fanfictions. So naturally when trying to keep up with the prompts, I quickly got bored of writing the same characters. But now, I have checked my inbox and have found a large variety of fanfics. So, with that in mind, I think I can handle a couple more FNAF fanfiction prompts.

[pupboy-tckles]

( nsfw and proship dni )

I will tickle him until he cries. He deserves it ig.

[thneed-to-get-outta-here]

Onceler go check his head!

Onceler: I am I am!

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Scott: Once, I'm fine.

Onceler: we both fell from a long height, I don't think either of us are just fine!

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[tkfanz428]

Dude, lee!Scott would be so cute

Here you go! and as I post this, I’d like to say please specify if you’d like a fanfic or a drawing or a picture fic, basically both.

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Hi Scott, what do you like to do in your free time?

Scott: oh I have quite a few.

I crochet stuff.

I love origami!

I like to fish (but I have bad luck in it)

I love growing a garden. ❤️

I love baking and cooking, mostly to try out small budget meals.

My favorite would be me trying out different hot sauces I find in the market center of the nearby town.

[articskele]

Um happy birthday—!!

Scott baked a cake.. lots of em so uh.. 👍👍

THE x7 CAKE COMBO

[candysellingdoll]

Can I kiss your many delicious tongues 😍

Ragdoll Scott: who the fuck sent me this.

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[mr-onceler-frankenstein]

The fox and wolf.

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Fox and Hound game, one person is chosen as fox and handed a bottle of powder, chalk.

The fox would have to run while leaving easy spotted traces of powder to keep the hounds chasing them.

While chasing the fox, he hounds will scream and yell as they chase.

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(INSPO BY JELLYROCK AT YOUTUBE)

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[patient-zero]

You're pretty fucked up babes

Patient Zero: I feel fucked up..

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