#arm the goopy gooper

[goomoistslimeguy]

Meanwhile, in me and a friends DMs..

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Excuse me, how dare you make this masterpiece and expect me to rejoin society tomorrow like a normal person

Hellooo anon #32, here is your pass for the slides. Remember: keep your arms inside the slides and you will not lose your arms. You'll remember that, right? Oh fuck, you're on the phone in the slide, and the only way to get wifi is to stick them out? At least you got this message.

"Ehehehe, well, so long as you don't start developing goopy superpowers, society will be fine! Probably!"

Ruhoh! No more arms! I guess you're a gooper now!

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*jamie waves and takes a bow before putting on a little show and you were his assistant! He took off his hat and showed nothing was inside and with a wave of his hand he reaches in, and reaches in further but he can't seem to get something out of his little hat. He waves to you to reach in for him and when you do, Gooper races up your arm! You now had a Gooper on you! Jamie silently laughs for his little trick before putting on his hat. Right as he was about to put it on a blue feather fell out and tickled his nose to make him sneeze comically. With a wiggle of his stache he grabbed the little feather and traced your cheeks with it playfully, hoping you enjoyed his little tease*

*I gasped happily at being Jamie's assistant, and eagerly reached into the hat. I squeaked excitedly* Gooper my babaaa!!! *I nuzzled the goopy, before bursting into giggles at the feather tickles, loving it!* 😆💜

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In the distance, a crowd of rowdy, loud teens singing 'Welcome To The Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance. (@angels-with-broken-halos)

((Since Mango’s in an undisclosed location I’m gonna use Goopers.

@angels-with-broken-halos ))

Jesus christ what was that noise?! That was the last thing he needed right now, he already had a headache and that singing wasn’t helping at all… Goopy just covered his head with his arms, sitting at the bar and hoping they wouldn’t come into the casino. But knowing his recent luck, they probably would...

He ordered a drink to tide him over, just in case.

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Day 15 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

DAY 15 PEOPLE LET'S GO AND GET SOME XMAS TUNES P IN HERE PEOPLE LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @dr-schneeplestein and @dr-schneeple-switch

Whether you’re an angel or you’re tone deaf or you don’t even have the ability to speak, you have a song that you sing. Whether it be aloud or in your head, everyone has a song or songs that are just theirs to sing. It might not be your favourite song, but there’s always a tune that you feel coaxing your diaphragm and vocal chords and mind to just make magic happen. Singing gives everyone a feeling, even if you don’t feel like you’re connected to it strongly, it’s just something we all have in our hearts; especially with those whose lives are always non-stop and to the full….like people in the medical profession, for example.

Dr Schneeplestein was taking a well-deserved break for the festive period, brewing himself a weak, soothing cup of tea instead of a pulse-quickening coffee. He was up in the late morning instead of the crack of dawn, he was in clothes that were comfy….and he had all the time in the world. The doctor sat at a kitchen stool as he took time over his warm drink, smiling happily when he saw Gooper groggily rolling across the counter-top towards him. Gooper bumped into his mug cutely, making the doctor chuckle.

‘Good morning to you tohoo.’

Gooper snuggled into his mug, latching onto it because its warmth was just so heavenly that Gooper just wanted to stay stuck to it and never let go! However…this did now make it practically impossible for the doctor to drink his tea.

‘Gohooper lehet me drink my tehea!’

The doctor giggled at the creature’s antics, and raised an eyebrow when he let out an adorable whine as he desperately kept himself latched on.

‘I will get that little underbelly of yours, don’t think I won’t get it!’

Schneeple teased with a grin, which only widened when Gooper squeaked….and continued to cling to the mug anyway. Schneeple chuckled and shook his head fondly.

‘Alright, you asked for it!’

As soon as Schneeple flustered his fingertips against Gooper’s underbelly, the creature squealed and trembled; he was probably the most ticklish little tickle monster in existence, and all the egos knew it, especially Schneeple.

‘You know you can’t hold ooon, kitchy, kitchy cooo Goopy boo!’

Schneeple snickered and cooed as he kept up the tickling, and soon Gooper slipped off of the mug and curled up his globular body, letting out strings of gurgly giggles and whines. Schneeple merely sipped his tea with a smug grin.

‘Such a ticklish little tickle monster…’

Gooper whined and slowed a soft lime green out of embarrassment, which made Schneeple set down his tea and lean his face down towards the creature fondly.

‘Ahaaww did I flustered you? Do you need a kissie as a sorry?’

Gooper only glowed brighter with more embarrassment, but nevertheless shuffled to Schneeple’s face because the creature could never turn down any offer of affection, he just loved it too much. Schneeple pecked a kiss on the creature with a fond grin.

‘Cutie.’

Gooper let out a high pitched whined as he nudged Schneeple’s cheek, before bashfully rolling off of the counter and out of the room so that he could go and hide somewhere and squeal out his flusteredness. Schneeple chuckled happily, before turning to the radio next to him on the counter and deciding to put on some festive tunes, and Schneeple developed an excited smile when he found that his favourite Christmas song was playing, “A Fairytale of New York”. At first, Schneeple hummed along to the tune….but then….he started to sing along.

“…III’m the luuucky one, came iiin eighteen to one….III’ve got a feelin’…this year’s for me and you….”

Schneeple sang happily, and beautifully as he took time over his tea, before then going to put the empty mug in the sink as his voice flowed out into the room. Of course, Schneeple was singing so happily because he thought he was alone….but he was not alone. Camera Jim, the older brother of the meek Reporter Jim, had heard the singing and had immediately been drawn to it because of how beautiful it was….and he was just aghast at Schneeple’s talent! So, of course, he started to film him on his phone; Jim thought it was too beautiful a thing not to capture!

“The boys at the NYPD choiiir still singin’ Galway Baaay, and the bells were ringing out…for Christmas Daayy…”

Schneeple smiled as he shut his eyes amidst his singing, hugging his middle as he relished in the sounds of the instruments coming through the radio, just having the time of his life.

“I kept them with me babe, I put theeem with my own….caaan’t make it out alone, I’ve built my dreeams around you…”

Jim meanwhile, was just beyond giddy, adoring Schneeple singing and swaying….until, amidst his swaying, the doctor ended up turning around so he was facing the doorway Jim was stood in. What had been singing, turned into a sudden embarrassed squeak as he realised he’d been observed, and the doctor’s face went a soft pink as he stuttered with wide eyes.

‘J-Jim? Wha-….h-how long have you been there?’

Jim had let out a squeak of his own at being discovered, and stopped recording with lightning speed and tried to lower his phone as subtly as he possibly could; he too stuttered.

‘Uh…n-not long Schneep Jim! Uhh…is that tea I smell?’

Jim’s attempt the change the subject….failed…especially when Schneeple noticed how awkwardly Jim was holding his phone. The doctor was beet red with embarrassment now as he had the full realisation; Jim hadn’t just heard him singing, but he’d recorded him too!

‘W-WERE YOU FILMING ME?!’

Schneeple exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, not out of anger of course, just out of intense flusteredness since no-one had ever heard him sing before. Of course, being the man of morality he was, Jim crumbled into babbles.

‘I-I-I’m s-sorry Schneep Jim it’s just I heard you singing and it was so beautiful and you looked so happy swaying and I-I couldn’t not capture how nice it all was!’

Schneeple was practically more blush than man by this point, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully as he developed a soft smile at all the compliments….he hadn’t expected someone to react like that to his singing of all things. His reply was stammery once more, and frankly very adorable.

‘Y-You don’t n-need to be sorry….w-wow I-….I-I’mjustflusteredthatyouheardmethat’sall….’

Jim felt relief wash over him, and grinned when he saw how blushy and bashful Schneeple had become. Jim found him incredibly adorable, and now he himself was far less nervous now he knew that Schneeple wasn’t upset or angry; his Jimmy energy had been rejuvenated as a result.

‘You don’t need to be flustered! It’s okay! I know everyone else will think you have a pretty voice too!’

Schneeple gawked at Jim….okay, Jim hearing him and recording him was one thing….but everyone else seeing and hearing him? That would just be too flustering to bear!

‘Jim….don’t you dare.’

This Camera Jim, like all the Jims, was a mischievous, cheeky little shit. He could see how flustered the doctor was, and wanted nothing more than to keep him flustered…and so he darted from the room, giggling as Schneeple sped after him, shrieking his head off.

‘JIM YOU GET BACK HERE D-DON’T YOU DARE SHOW ANYONE!’

Jim cackled as he sped down corridor after corridor, loving the game of chase, and he decided to call out to his chaser behind him playfully.

‘But you have the prettiest voice ever! Ooh! I could put the video in the group chats-‘

‘NOO!’

Schneeple cried out, his blush creeping down his neck now; he was going to stop this cheeky little shit of a Jim, no matter what. The doctor lunged at him, and was in luck! He managed to grasp him by the back of his crisp shirt and wrestle him to the floor, all the while Jim giggled hysterically at the play….and no matter how much Schneeple grabbed for his phone, he managed to keep it just out of reach.

‘Give me the phone!’

‘Noho!’

‘Give it!’

‘Nehever!’

Jim grinned up at Schneeple smugly, despite now being pinned on his back by the doctor, he felt pretty good about the situation. The doctor meanwhile let out a huff, growling down at Jim.

‘If you do not give me that phone RIGHT now then so help me god I will make you!’

‘No you won’t!’

‘Yes I will!’

‘Won’t!’

‘Will!’

‘Won-‘

‘OH THAT IS IT! GIVE IT!’

Dr Schneeplestein had had enough. He dealt with stubborn patients every single day of the year, and he sure knew how to break stubbornness down….so he let Jim have it. The doctor shot both his hands into Jim’s hollows and scratched at them, tickling them terribly and making Jim burst into wild, happy giggles.

‘EEEEE! IHI’LL NEHEVER GIHIVE IHIT!’

Jim wriggled about, not even trying to hide how he was enjoying Schneeple’s method of persuasion. The doctor grinned down at him fondly, and growled in an even lower tone.

‘Ohoho, I wouldn’t underestimate my tickle skills if I were you…’

Now Jim was the one with a blush creeping down his neck, gulping at how intimidating the doctor was; but he didn’t really have time to dwell on it, since the doctor’s tickly scratching and scribbling still had him in stitches of giggles….but by god was he defiant.

‘IHIHI CAHAN TAHAKE IT!’

Schneeple smirked at that, and purred as he vibrated his thumbs deep into Jim’s armpits.

‘Oh is that so?’

Jim squealed, squeezing his arms as close into his sides as he could possibly muster as snorts flew from him amidst his mirth…but nevertheless, he remained strong. Truly, he is an inspiration to all ticklees out there.

‘YEHEHES!’

Schneeple snarled at his defiance, narrowing his eyes until he was glaring down at Jim.

‘You’re a tough little lee aren’t you? Although…I do like breaking the tough ones…’

Schneeple tugged his hands from Jim’s armpits so that he could contemplate his next move, whilst Jim panted and giggled softly, eyeing up the doctor to see if he could figure out what he had planned. Jim found out soon though….when Schneeple let his dextrous fingers trail down to his belly, keeping the tickling light and teasing. Jim whimpered softly, but took deep breaths, trying to stay strong.

‘Y-Y-Yohou w-wohon’t break mehehe! I-Ihi’m aha s-s-strohong Jihim!’

Schneeple chuckled as he watched Jim tremble and giggle beneath him, and he made his voice tauntingly deep and sinister as he teased.

‘Oh I don’t doubt that….but even though you’re strong, you’re still very, very ticklish.’

Schneeple smirked, and started to squish and softly squeeze portions of Jim’s stomach with his fingers, which coaxed out quite a lot of giddy laughter from him. At this point now too, Jim had to admit that he was flustered beyond belief. Having your ticklishness being called out so bluntly was a damning tease.

'NAHAHA SHUHUHUSH! DOHON’T SAHAY IT!’

Schneeple raised a teasy eyebrow as he crooned.

‘Ohhh, don’t you like it when I point out just how super sensitive you are? Can’t you handle the truth of how playing with your nerves just breaks you right down?’

Jim hurriedly his in his forearms, desperately gripping his phone as he laughed and kicked out….it really was starting to break him down.

‘SCHNEHEHEEEPYYY!!’

Schneeple snickered down at him, just finding Jim so unbelievably adorable; so much so that it was getting harder and harder for him to keep up his evil façade as he squished and tickled.

‘You know you can’t handle the tickly tickles Jim….you know you’re going to give iiin!’

Jim’s face burned bright at the coo-like teasing as he tried desperately to curl up into a foetal position, anything to protect his ticklish tummy from the tickly squishing.

‘NOHOHO IHI’LL NEHEVER GIHIVE IHIN! NEHEHEVER!!’

Jim cried out, desperate in so many way; desperately flustered, desperately ticklish, and yet still so desperately resilient. The doctor snarled as he had mercy on the man’s tummy, teasing through his teeth playfully.

‘Resilient little thing aren’t you?’

Jim panted with a cute whined as he hugged his tender belly, looking up at the doctor with wide, embarrassed eyes. He was amazed at how he could be so intimidating and yet so playful at the same time…but, as the doctor said, he was resilient. He held his phone to his chest as he smiled adorably.

‘Ihit is the wahay of ahall Jims!’

Schneeple snickered with a fond eye-roll….before he decided to pull out his ultimatum. He lightly tapped his fingers against the tops of Jim’s thighs as he locked eyes with him.

‘I am going to give you one final chance Jim….give…me…the phone.’

Jim gulped and tensed. It was his worst spot….the worst of the worst…the most ticklish of the ticklish…but he was too determined. He shook his head. The doctor smirked.

‘Very well…remember, I gave you a chance….but you just haaaad to be all tough…’

Jim screamed. He was a mess of bubbly laughter in seconds, thrashing madly as Schneeple kneaded his thighs mercilessly.

‘AHHHH OHOHOHO NAHAHAHA!!!’

Schneeple merely chuckled and taunted down at him.

‘Awww did someone forget how ticklish they were, hmm? Is someone regretting being a tough little lee?’

Jim’s eyes and mouth were wide, because yes he had known his thighs were a debilitating tickle spot because it was a spot that all the Jims notoriously shared, but he’d forgotten exactly how bad they were. The poor guy was almost incoherent.

‘YEHEHEHAHAHA!!!

Schneeple chuckled, continuing to knead the ticklish flesh as he cooed.

‘Oh you poor ticklish thiiiing!’

By this point, the poor guy had tears dripping down his cheeks, and his screams of laughter overcame any music that might have been on the radio.

‘AAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAAA!!!’

Schneeple hummed lightly as he looked Jim over, and administered one final pinch to each thigh before having mercy, since he liked to think he was a complete and utter tickle sadist. The doctor smiled as he watched Jim whimper and gasp and blink erratically, and immediately set about softly stroking his hair and whispering.

‘I’m done Jim, I’m all done now, it’s all done….’

Jim sniffled as he wiped his face, shaken of course in the wake of the intense tickling, but he was unbelievably happy. He eagerly hummed at the hair stroking and he mumbled.

‘Schn-neheep Jim i-i-ihis an e-evihil t-t-tickleher….’

Schneeple chuckled at that, he always felt good when he was complimented on his ticking skills. He carefully pulled Jim up a little so he could hug him to his chest, and he replied with a playful growl as he cuddled him.

‘And don’t you forget it.’

Jim giggled cutely, blushing a happy blush as he caught the rest of his breath whilst in Schneeple’s arms. As he did so, Jim ended up smiling, because the doctor had bashfully murmured to him.

‘Do uhm….d-do you honestly think everyone else will think that my singing is nice?’

Jim broke out into a wide grin as he looked to the doctor, nodding immediately and very frantically

‘Oh yes absolutely! Trust me Schneep Jim!’

Schneeple smiled bashfully, because he found that he did trust Jim, very much, and he was right to trust him. They set about sending the video out together…and by the end of the day, Schneeple’s voice was hoarse, because every single person in the house had begged him for his beautiful singing voice. Persuasion can be a beautiful thing.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Day 12 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

DAY 12 DARLINGS LET'S GET ON THIS LET'S GO GO GO WOOOOOOP LET'S DO IT!

Now, I think we can all agree that Christmas is very much filled with class, elegance and beauty. From glittering decorations on Christmas trees, to the uniqueness of each and every snowflake that falls during the season. However….Christmas also harbours some of the most tacky things in existence, but the fact that its Christmas makes us love it all anyway. I am talking of course, about Christmas jumpers. These gaudy eyesores that are celebrated the more obnoxious and disgraceful they are is probably one of my personal favourite parts of the season. They frankly are just wild….just like a pair of brothers I know actually; namely….the Demon Hunting Jims. The pair were sat on the floor of their office/cozy room, giggling as they watched Gooper roll around on the floor in delight in the forest green Christmas jumper that they’d both fashioned for him.

‘Doho you like it buddy?’

The eldest, known at Ouija Board Jim (or Ouija for short), asked with a grin, to which Gooper replied with the happiest string of gurgles and squeals known to man and goop. He was just rolling and hopping about as he relished in the soft wool surrounding his goopy form, overjoyed that someone had even thought to bring him into this tradition of Christmas jumpers. At his happy sounds, the younger, meeker Night Vision Camera Jim (or simply, Camera Jim for short), giggled.

‘Ihi think that’s a yehes…’

Camera Jim pet Gooper happily, smiling at the creature happy purrs as he wiggled into his touches. His older brother watched fondly; he adored the beacon of innocence that was his little brother, despite their spooky line of work, he never strayed from being an innocent little bean. Soon, Gooper gave both brothers little grateful nudges, before rolling out of the office giddily, beyond eager to show all the other egos the pretty gift. Camera Jim smiled as he looked on after the little glob.

‘He’s such a cutie…’

Ouija Jim snickered softly, and ruffled Camera Jim’s hair as he teased.

‘Just like you basically Jim.’

Camera Jim pursed his lips, batting his brother’s hands away and fixing his hair as he muttered under his breath.

‘A-Am not…’

Ouija Jim always teased him like this, Camera Jim sometimes felt like his brother just lived to try and embarrass him and emphasise on their 13 minute age difference. Ouija Jim grinned and retorted to his brother’s mumble.

‘Says the Jim with the cute snowflake jumper, snowflake themed socks, and squishy baby cheeks.’

Camera Jim’s mouth opened and closed indignantly as his cheeks gained warmth, like he was doing an impression of a flustered goldfish. So what if every Christmas since they were kids he liked to wear a snowflake themed jumper? It was certainly no grounds for mean teasing like that! And frankly the comment about his slightly less chiselled face was just SO uncalled for, it wasn’t his fault he was one of the few Jims with a baby face!

‘D-Don’t be mean, I-I can’t help my face!’

Camera Jim pouted, and took the mature decision to shuffle around on his butt so he had his back to his brother, and his arms folded, totally not like he was in a little strop. Ouija Jim couldn’t help but aww at him as he shuffled up to him, nudging his shoulder fondly as he crooned.

‘Awwww I didn’t say it to be mean! You’re a soft cutie-pie and we love you for it!’

Camera Jim let out a huff as he blushed even more, mumbling as he bowed his head.

‘B-But it’s embarrassing! I’m always gonna be the baby Jim w-with the baby face…’

Ouija Jim’s expression softened, and he decided to lean his head softly against his brother’s arm as he replied.

‘Hey now, even if that’s true, that’s not a bad thing!’

Camera Jim hugged his knees, his voice going even quieter.

‘Isn’t it?’

‘Hey! Of course it isn’t, you know that Jim!’

Camera Jim softly whined, making his brother frown. When he teased his brother about his baby face he always meant it endearingly and lovingly, h never meant to hurt his feelings or make him feel bad! He shuffled so he was sat in front of his brother now, and Ouija Jim cupped Camera Jim’s cheeks in his hands fondly as he spoke with a soft smile.

‘C’mon, what’ll it take to cheer you up?’

Camera Jim merely shrugged, keeping his gaze averted. Ouija Jim nibbled his lip in thought, trying to think of something that would lift his brother’s spirits…and as his eyes flicked over his little brother’s snowflake-covered Christmas jumper, he had an epiphany. A memory. A memory of a little family game. Ouija Jim grinned and whispered.

‘…what if we play your favourite Christmas game?’

Camera Jim’s eyes suddenly widened as his gaze snapped to his brother, before he then looked around the room for a moment to see if there was anyone else there or nearby. When he saw that there wasn’t, Camera Jim tentatively looked back to his brother, and fiddled with his jumper sleeves as he mumbled with a meek, hopeful smile.

‘….d-….d-doyoumeancountingsnowflakes?’

Ouija Jim smiled and nodded, and felt warmth build up in his chest as he saw all hints of moroseness fall away from his brother’s face. The game Counting Snowflakes, was a very special festive game….and it was a tickle game. Ever since they were little at Christmas, Camera Jim always wore clothes covered in depictions of snowflakes, with no exceptions, and a game had developed wherein Ouija Jim tried to count all the snowflakes on his brother’s festive jumpers or pyjamas (always resulting in Camera Jim getting tickled to smithereens, which he absolutely loved). It was Ouija Jim’s favourite game to, because he got to tickle the hell out of his adorable little brother like nobody else could; he smiled fondly down at Camera Jim now.

‘Do you wanna play?’

Camera Jim blushed a bright red now, just because the whole thing was so childish, but he nevertheless nodded bashfully. Ouija Jim kissed his brother’s forehead softly with a chuckle.

‘Okey dokey, now you lie down Jim, I feel like this is going to be a loooong game….’

Camera Jim let out a bashful giggle, lying down almost immediately as he grasped and fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper giddily, any past sad thoughts gone as the anticipation of his brother’s amazing, teasy tickling filled his flustered mind. Ouija Jim got up on his knees and loomed over his brother, humming and musing as he looked over him.

‘My, my, what a lot of snow we’ve had!’

Camera Jim giggled harder as his brother’s goofiness, whining into his hands which he kept bashfully at his face; Ouija Jim was trying seriously hard not to melt a his brother’s cuteness right now. He hummed once more, before teasingly stroking down his brother’s upper arms as he cooed.

‘I think starting at the top is the way we have to go little Jim! Now then, one, twooo, three….’

Camera Jim was encased in a proper giggle fit now as his outer biceps were tapped and traced with the gentlest of tickles, giving him goose-bumps and chills all over.

‘O-Ohohoho jeheheez….’

Ouija Jim grinned at how this was all already affecting his brother, how we already smiling and blushing up a storm. Ouija Jim thought back to all the other times they’d played….and how as his brother’s love for tickles grew, the game became a way for him to ask for it without him getting too embarrassed. Ouija Jim knew Camera Jim was loving every second, and so was he.

‘Having fun Jim?’

He cooed, making Camera Jim nod bashfully and cutely.

‘U-Uhuh huhuh….’

Ouija Jim’s grin widened as he kept tickling his brother’s upper arms, and he teasingly lowered his voice as he spoke.

‘I don’t remember your arms being this ticklish….this isn’t a tickle spot you forgot to tell me about, is it?’

Camera Jim squeaked at the playful threatening tone in his brother’s voice, and shook his head giddily with wide, innocent eyes.

‘N-Noho ihit’s nahat Ihi swehear Jim!’

Ouija Jim chuckled and kissed his brother’s forehead again.

‘Okay, okay I believe you….’

He cooed gently as Camera Jim hummed happily, before he let his fingers slide down to drum at his little brother’s tummy. Camera Jim gasped as his giggles went a much higher pitch very quickly.

‘J-J-Jihihihiiim!’

Ouija Jim smirked as he softly shushed his brother, before leaning right down over Camera Jim’s tummy as kept up the teasing tickling.

‘Shhhh Jim I’m trying to count! I don’t wanna have to start all over again!’

Camera Jim squealed and squealed, desperately hiding his face in his hands as his tummy became the victim of pokes and scratches. Every time Ouija Jim spotted a snowflake, he gave it its own, special little tickle….and let me tell you, there were a lot of fricking snowflakes.

‘B-Buhuhut ihihit t-tihihickles Jihim! Ihihit tihihickles soho muhuhuch!’

At Camera Jim’s sweet whines, Ouija Jim felt his heart swell, but he knew he had to maintain his role as tickler. So, he hardened his pokes and let out a dramatic gasp, leaning his head against his brother’s jumper clad tummy.

‘What? Are those the snowflakes talking? My name is Jim, what a pleasure it is to meet you all!’

Camera Jim was an absolute mess of squeals and snorts as he lightly kicked out, his body starting to writhe from the tickles as he cried out desperately at the teasiness.

‘NAHAHA JIHIHIIIM!’

Of course, being the evil older brother he was, Ouija Jim kept it all up. Not only did he poke the snowflakes at his brother’s tummy, but he got the ones up and down his sensitive sides too.

‘What was that snowflakes? Sorry, there are so many of you it’s hard to hear what you’re saying; oh, can you perchance tell me how many of you there are?’

Camera Jim spluttered desperately. He was so flustered, and yet at the same time he was just having the absolute time of his life. His giggles were hysterical, boyish, and entirely filled with adorable joy.

‘JIHIHIMMY NUHUHUH TEHEHEASIHING!’

Ouija Jim let out a laugh, dropping his façade as he giggled fondly along with his brother, poking his sides repeatedly as he cooed.

‘But you always love when I tease you Jim! I remember when we were little, you’d always squeal sooo happily when I talked to the little snowflakes on your tumtum!’

….Camera Jim was a mess of embarrassed squeals. Why did he have to bring that up? That was so unnecessary and embarrassing and evil! His eyes were wide and watery with flustered happiness as his arms flailed with his flustered energy.

‘OHOHO MY GAHAD JIHIM SH-SHUHUHUSH!!’

Ouija Jim snickered fondly, and had mercy on Camera Jim, reaching to stroke his hair softly as he giggled.

‘Ahaaawww why? Someone getting flustered?’

Camera Jim whined, peeking up at his brother through his fingers as he nodded amidst his residual giggles.

‘M-Mahaybe…’

Ouija Jim gave his brother a few minutes to catch his breath, and just relished in seeing him half-hiding his face and letting out the occasional flustered whine. Ouija Jim knew he probably shouldn’t pit him against the rest of their siblings…but in his mind, he was just the cutest Jim in existence. As he saw Camera Jim’s breathing settle, Ouija Jim smirked and leaned over him.

‘Now ah….I couldn’t help but notice that you have a few snowflakes on your feet…’

Camera Jim gasped into his fingers, his feet scrunching as he suddenly remembered that not only was he wearing a festive jumper….but festive socks too. Ouija Jim grinned, raising a playful eyebrow down at his brother as he teased.

‘Would you like me to count those too Jim?’

Camera Jim whined into his hands cutely, god he just felt like flustered child again and it was all so embarrassing…but at the same time, it was all that Camera Jim wanted, he was so happy…and squeaky as he replied.

‘…yesplease…’

Ouija Jim’s grin stretched into a gleeful smirk…and he wasted no more time. He dramatically dove backwards onto his brother’s legs, and used a pointer finger per foot to scratch devilishly at every little snowflake he could see on his brother’s soles.

‘Well with manners like that, how can I not tickle you?!’

Camera Jim was a squealing, frantic mess of laughter instantaneously as he laughed into his hands.

‘AHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!’

Once again, Ouija Jim was using every ounce of willpower to keep on tickling and not melt from how sweet his hysterical brother sounded. His hysterical laughter hadn’t changed one bit since when they were children, it was so high-pitched, bubbily, sweet, and almost inhumanly precious.

‘Ahahaaaww, do someone have ticklish feetsies? Does da ickle Jimmy have ticklish footsie wootsies?’

Camera Jim’s arms were flapping about once more in the wake of the tickling and teasing as he giddily nodded and cried out.

‘YEHEHEHEHAHAHA YEHEHES!!!’

Ouija Jim eagerly hardened his pokey scratches, focusing on the little snowflakes at the balls of his sweet brother’s feet as he cooed in the teasiest baby voice he could muster.

‘What a cute tickly baby boy you are! I could tickle these feetsies forever and ever and ever, they’re just so cute and ticklish!’

Camera Jim was a flustered mess, and honestly if I was in his position I would be the exact same.

‘EHEHEHEHEE NAHAT FOHOHOREHEVER JIHIM!!!’

His cry was filled with tender squeals as his mind raced at the notion of eternal tickling, a terrifyingly fun thought. Ouija Jim chuckled at his exclamation as he purred.

‘Not forever? Are you sure Jim?’

Ouija Jim chuckled fondly as he turned his head to see his brother nodding with frantic adorableness.

‘YEHEHEHES AHAHAHA!!!’

Ouija Jim hummed for a moment, because what kind of older brother would he be if he didn’t drag this all out right to last second? When it came to it though, he did have mercy with a fond grin in place.

‘Alright, maybe not forever, not this time anyway…’

As soon as Ouija Jim sat up, releasing his brother’s feet, Camera Jim hurried to curl up as he gasped and giggled into his forearms; he was just the image of cute happiness right now. Ouija Jim immediately hugged his brother to his chest, stroking his hair gently as he crooned.

‘How was that Jim? Were those some good tickles?’

Ouija Jim felt happy warmth bubble in his tummy as Camera Jim gazed up at him and nodded, replying giddily.

‘They w-wehere the behest tickles Jim!’

The two brothers eagerly snuggled, the elder one mumbling happily.

‘Cute little squish.’

Camera Jim giggled, no longer upset by the nickname…because he knew his brother was saying it with all the love in his heart. They stayed like that for a while, because who doesn’t love a good snuggle session? I know I do. After about 20 minutes or so though…a ping sounded. It was a notification on Ouija Jim’s phone, a reminder…and he gasped when he read it.

‘Jim! It’s time! It’s time for us to summon that festive demon Pink Jim told us about!’

Camera Jim gasped and squeaked with excitement, hurriedly sitting up.

‘You mean the Scrooge demon?’

‘Precisely Jim! I’ll get the summoning apparatus!’

‘I’ll get the cameras Jim!’

The two brothers then hurried about their summoning business, as excellent, talented demon hunters do…and as good brothers do, together.

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 5 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOHOOO NEXT INSTALLMENT OF OUR LITTLE GUY'S ADVENTURE! I think he's about to finally meet someone with the same amount of energy as him sooo LET'S DO IT!

Today, was a rather sweet day. Dr Iplier was sat at his desk with his phone in his hands and a goofy smile on his face; he loved when the Host sent him spontaneous, lovey texts. The latest one talked about how the Host couldn't stop thinking about how cute the doctor sounded when he was having his neck nuzzled, and Iplier was pink cheeked at the sweet, flirty tease. He always squeaked at neck nuzzles, but even more so when Host was the one giving them to him. Dr Iplier's blush soon deepened however, when he heard a crooning gurgle from his shoulder.

'Wha-how long h-have you been there? I-It's rude to read other people's texts!'

The doctor was trying to sound reprimanding, but upon discovering that Gooper had been silently resting on his shoulder and looking at the cute texts just made the doctor all embarrassed. Gooper gurgled in a somewhat arrogant manner, which made Iplier's jaw drop.

'Unprofessiona-I'LL decide what is u-unprofessional in m-my office you cheek!'

Gooper tittered before rolling down Iplier's arm and landing on the desk rolling about as he crooned even more, sounding as sassy and as cheeky as a little squish could possibly sound.

'H-He's not distracting me!'

Iplier's face was absolutely burning at this point, he couldn't believe he was just being teasingly lectured by a tiny tickle monster on the point of PROFESSIONALISM! What on earth had his life come to. Iplier did partially admit to himself that he didn't mind being teased....he always liked it when people called him and Host a cute couple, it made him feel all warm and happy inside-....okay....NOW Gooper was going too far.

'I AM NOT GOING TO START SWOONING!'

Iplier squeaked in a high pitched, flustered tone of indignance as he saw Gooper flopping his squishy body over the stapler, pretending to be Iplier fainting at being flirted with by his boyfriend. Gooper merely gurgled with giddy giggles as Iplier pursed his lips and stowed his phone away, he was SO going to get that squish's underbelly later! Iplier sighed with relief however, when a distraction came along in the form of a knock on the door. Iplier gave Gooper a side-eyed smile as he went to answer it.

'You'd better behave!'

Gooper gurgled once more, before the doctor opened the doctor to reveal....a lot of pink. That was very much a lot of pink, at least, that was what Gooper surmised at first. However, when Gooper saw the big pinkness move into the room with a grand gesture, he realised it was just a person with a lot of pink on them!

'IPLIEEEER! I AM GRAVELY INJURED!'

The doctor repressed a snicker and an eye-roll as Wilford sauntered in the room, and he played along with the dramatic man as he closed the door behind him.

'Oh no Wilford, do tell me what ails you?!'

Wilford lay himself dramatically on Iplier's medical bench, his bottom lip protruding as he extended his arms forth, waving his hands in Iplier's direction. Wilford then let out a cry of such dramatized anguish that I'm pretty sure it would have made Shakespeare himself weep with elation.

'MY SWEET TENDER LOVE MAKING HANDS!'

Iplier repressed a snorting laugh, dear lord this man was a bundle of a good time. He walked to Wilford and carefully held his hands, bringing them closer so that he could inspect exactly what was wrong with them. Iplier had to fight a smile as he assessed the condition of Wilford's hands and fingers....and concluded that the man was suffering from....about half a dozen paper cuts.

'That....is frankly an impressive amount of paper cuts. What exactly were you doing that led to you getting all these?'

The doctor let Wilford cradle his hands at his chest, and although it was clear Wilford was being overdramatic for effect, he was right to come to the doctor. With hands being used every day with practically everything it was imperative they got treated with proper antiseptic and covered temporarily with band aids if need be. Wilford looked up to the doctor, his eyes glistening as he started going into a sort of reverie.

'Well...it started with a vision. A vision....of an exquisite meal, for the most handsome man on the face of this very planet. But the haven of instructions fought against me, and in my eagerness....I was wounded....'

Wilford trailed off....and Iplier sighed as he finally understood. He smiled at Wilford fondly.

'Sooo you were looking through a recipe book to find something nice to make for Dark aaand you got paper cuts off the book?'

That made Wilford flush a little bashfully, and smile as his dramatics faded away to make way for a slightly embarrassed mumble.

'I just turned the pages too faaast....I got excited....'

This was all just monumentally adorable. The doctor thought so, and Gooper thought so. The little monster was just watching for now, watching as Iplier got out the special cut cream and put it on the places that hurt the pink man. Then Gooper watched the pink man smile as Iplier put bright pink band aids over the hurties. Iplier normally would have let little cuts like these breathe, but since Wilford was going to be cooking after this Iplier figured this was the more sanitary and safer path.

'Well, whatever you end up cooking I am SURE that Dark will absolutely adore it.'

Wilford giggled his happy, warbly giggle as he stroked over the vibrant band aids that were now on his palms and a few of his fingers. Then he grinned up at the doctor as he replied.

'I'm doing it to see if it'll distract him. He told me all about his appointment yesterday, and the lil rascal you let loose on him! Bravo doctor! He was VERY red-faced and handsome, and still is! It's all that's on his mind!'

Iplier chuckled softly, but before he could reply, a little gasp came from Iplier's desk, causing both the doctor and Wilford to look to the source of the noise. It was from Gooper of course, but why did he gasp you ask? Well, he was VERY happy, and a little emotional. Dark had....told people about him. He'd talked about him to other people in a nice way! Gooper didn't know why, but he just felt super flattered and happy that he was being memorable for all these sweet, nice Iplier people. Now of course, Wilford had let out a gasp.

'Is....that....him?'

Wilford was straining to whisper, because despite his boiling excitement bubbling up inside him, he was conscious of using his inside voice for fear of startling the little guy. Iplier smiled and placed a hand on Wilford's shoulder.

'Yep, and don't worry, you don't have to worry about whispering around him. Gooper buddy, this is the wonderful Wilford Warfstache!'

Gooper let out a squeal of excitement, because he already liked this very vibrant, wild-seeming man, he was a lot like the wild glitchy septic Anti except less broody. Gooper wobbled in place excitedly as Wilford scrambled to the desk, before getting on his knees so that his face would be level with Gooper. Wilford crooned happily, already absolutely in love with the little guy.

'Well hello there lil gumdrop!'

Upon seeing Wilford bend down to his level, Gooper crooned and immediately shuffled forward to inspect his face; it looked like Wilford had a very nice, soft face....but there was something very peculiar on it. It was pink, looked EXTREMELY soft, and was a funny curvy shape, so Gooper decided to nuzzle it. Wilford was wide eyed as Gooper started nuzzling his moustache, gurgling in delight as he rubbed his little underbelly against it.

'Awww, he loves your moustache Wilford!'

Iplier exclaimed with a bright smile, watching happily as Wilford tenderly picked him up and nuzzled the little creature, giving him the full feeling of that snazzy moustache as he grinned and cooed.

'Well of coooourse you dooo! It's the softest thing aroooound, yes it is yes it iiiis!'

Iplier snickered as Wilford cooed to Gooper for about 20 solid minutes, before managing to revert back to his normal tone of voice, which was slightly smug too as he addressed the doctor.

'I have to say that Dark was NOT exaggerating when he talked about how precious this little guy is! I tell ya, I've never seen Dark so flustered! Dark is the more ticklish one in our relationship ya see, I have much better decorum! It hardly affects me at all!'

Wilford finished off by addressing Gooper, grinning from ear to ear as he absently pet the little creature again. Gooper however, was mighty confused. Dr Iplier had told him that ALL Ipliers were ticklish? Wait....but that meant.....Wilford was being a naughty fibber! He was trying to be all confident to try and convince him that he wasn't ticklish! What an absolutely silly notion! Gooper transitioned from letting out purrs, to letting out low hums. Iplier knew those sounds. The doctor hissed through his teeth and folded his arms, smiling at Wilford fondly though since he was amazed that the man had the actual gall to try and say he WASN'T ticklish.

'Oooohhh Wilford, I don't think it was wise to say something like that in front of Gooper....'

Wilford furrowed his brows, before quite a lot of colour drained from his face as he sloooowly looked down at the creature in his hands. Wilford was frozen as he watched Gooper start quivering. To be quite honest, the one main thing that riled up Gooper was when people lied about their ticklishness; he used to get it lots with Angus and Jackie, but he made them learn that honesty is the best policy! Gooper was excited to make Wilford his next pupil. So, he wasted no more time. Iplier chuckled when Wilford shrieked, and the doctor took out a bag of crisps and settled into his chair to watch the magnificence that was Gooper LITERALLY breaking a few of Wilford's shirt buttons so he could slip through and latch onto his belly.

'W-WOAHHEYNO GOOPY MY FRIEND MY PAL I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!?!?!'

Wilford practically flailed himself back onto the medical bench, lying down to avoid the embarrassment of falling over if he'd tried to stay standing. Wilford was trembling and pursing his lips tight as he felt the little creature shuffling and nuzzling over his belly. He had to stay strong. The Great Wilford Warfstache was NOT going to let himself be proven wrong! Not this time-uh, not that there were any other times that he'd been proved wrong in this matter....anyway! The doctor decided to chip in, feigning concern.

'You okay there Wilford? Are you in any discomfort-?'

'OHDON'TYOUSTAHART!'

Wilford sent Dr Iplier a glare that made the doctor giggle, and the doctor only grinned wider because he'd heard that oh so tender waver in Wilford's voice. Gooper was gurgling lowly with determination under Wilford's shirt, he WAS going to get ticklish laughs out of this cute Iplier! Gooper tried rubbing his body over Wilford's lower, pudgy stomach; Wilford gripped the edges of the medical bench as the first trickles of strained giggles worked their way out.

'P-Pleaseohogohod m-mahake him s-stop-AAAEEE!'

Iplier's eyebrows shot up at the sound of Wilford's sudden shriek, before smirking as he realised that Gooper had found the hotspot that was Wilford's bellybutton. Iplier leisurely replied to the writhing man with a purr.

'Sorry, no can do, he follows no one's orders but his own.'

Wilford let out a cry of despair as he thrashed, cackling at the invading nuzzles penetrating deep into his ticklish navel. We all know of course that Gooper can manipulate his form, so he merely elongated part of it into a little tip that was now burrowing and tickling Wilford's innie; and it was an extremely cute innie in Gooper's opinion too! Gooper was gurgling in a chuckly manner to himself, feeling very satisfied at how effective his tickles were on the supposedly not ticklish Iplier.

'NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!'

Wilford cried, but Gooper took no heed. He played inside that soft, sensitive innie so he could listen to Wilford's cackles bounce around the room like rocket powered bouncy balls. Gooper then started....prodding at Wilford's bellybutton.

'OHOHOIIII NOHOHO POHOKIES YOHOU SAHATAN SQUIHISH!!'

Iplier snorted as he watched Wilford jolt about for a few moments, and the doctor could just about hear Gooper gurgly giggles of delight at how jumpy and cute this pink man was! Gooper soon wanted to explore further though, and so resumed shuffling about over Wilford's lower abdomen; the man started to pant and whine, trying to collect himself.

'Ohoho....nuhuh wh-whehere ihis he g-gohoiiiing....?'

.....of course, at a question such as this, the doctor couldn't help but reply with quite an intelligent, quippy response.

'I don't know, he's under your shirt I can't see him.'

Ohhh if only eyes could say fuck you, because that was very much the phrase being articulated at Iplier via Wilford's narrowed, brown eyes. Iplier would be the one cackling if Wilford had his way, alas though, that was definitely not to be. Now, Gooper had found something else he was interested....a very smooth, inviting hip; the left hipbone to be precise, which he latched onto before proceeded to start vibrating his form. Now, Wilford squealed and descended into the sweetest giggles.

'EEEEEHEHehehee ohoho nononohohoehehee!!'

Wilford went very high pitched very quickly, and let me tell you it was seriously one of the sweetest selections of sounds in the whole world. Wilford's giggles were trill-like and filled with titters and squeals, and Wilford had now taken to hiding his pink cheeks in his hands as he got embarrassed at his own reactions. Iplier of course was quick to comment as he stated snacking on a boiled sweet.

'Awwww Wilford you should join a choir with a trilling voice like that!'

Wilford merely let out an incoherent, embarrassed noise into his hands as the treatment continued, and what made it even worse...was that Gooper decided to split his form in half. One squishy mass per hip, so now Wilford was becoming even more incoherent with his sweet, angelic mirth.

'Nuuhhhehehehahaha dohohohocccyyy ahahaha nahahahaaa...'

Iplier watched on fondly. Honestly, he just loved to watch it all unfold. A huge part of the doctor wanted to join in, maybe hold Wilford's legs down or lift his arms, or just coo incessantly into his ear....but then....Iplier felt that it just wouldn't be right. He would be disturbing a master at work, and Iplier knew that Gooper was having the most fun that he could possibly have whenever he tickled someone, so the doctor was more than happy to watch and occasionally bring in some spicy cheekiness or sarcasm. Speaking of which.

'Yes Wilford, can I be of any medical assistance?'

Wilford whined, his hands falling from his face and weakly reaching for the doctor, and Iplier's heart honest to heck nearly melted when he saw Wilford's desperate, pouty, giggly demeanour.

'Pleheheeee....t-t-tihihihicklessss.....'

Wilford gazed at the doctor imploringly, only managing to get those words out since Gooper's segments had had mercy at his hips. With Wilford recovering from the embarrassment inducing tickles though, he didn't quite notice the segments sliding down over his hips, and slipping under his trousers so they could settle on top of his thighs. His ticklish thighs. At Wilford's sweet words meanwhile, part of Iplier wanted to help....but ah, it was a rather small part.

'Ah, my apologies but that isn't really something I can treat....'

Iplier smiled a bold, unsympathetic smile as Wilford whined with wide eyes, and he was honestly about to consider begging for help....when Wilford realised that his hips were free....and his thighs were not.

'C-C'mon p-plehease b-before he s-s-staharts agai-NOOOOHOHOHO AAAHAHAH MEHEHERCYYY!!!'

Wilford threw his head back in vain, and the doctor really started slouching happily in his chair now, watching Wilford hit the padded bench with his mouth spread wide in a wonderfully insane grin. The little devil squish was kneading his thighs....both of them....at once. Gooper liked kneading, he very much liked to squish soft things, ESPECIALLY after Jamie let him help bake bread things! Wilford's thighs were like dough, very squishy, very ticklish, very awesome!

'GOHOHOHOOPEERRR! IHIHIPLIEEEEER!'

Wilford wailed as he just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed, and Iplier softly laughed with him because frankly, Wilford's bouncy mirth was joyful and contagious. It had a wonderful, unique wobbly warble to it that Gooper noticed, which was super pretty! It was a unique thing to this pink Iplier, like how Jamie only ever let out gasps and snorts instead of laughs, or how Anti had crackles in his cackles. Gooper cooed happily as he carried on the kneading, and the doctor decided to finally stand and wander over. He could see the beads of sweat on Wilford's face and figured it was time for real mercy.

'Ahalright alright, Gooper buddyyy, I think it's time to come out nooow. Wilford's getting tired bubby bub.'

Iplier crooned in the direction of Wilford's legs, and Wilford practically yelled in relief when he felt the kneading die down to a complete halt; he panted as his mirth died down with it.

'AHAHAHA-a-ahahh...ohoho th-thahank you....hooohohoooo....'

Wilford gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath and wiped his face, which allowed Gooper to seep through his trousers and reconnect his body together so Iplier could scoop him up. Gooper craned his body upwards to the doctor with a questioning mrrrp, and Iplier smiled and whispered to him.

'You did so good buddy, so good.'

Gooper gurgled proudly, and then squeaked happily when Iplier presented him with a green paperclip....which Gooper absorbed into his body, like how a hamster stores food in its cheeks for later; Gooper was saving the little piece of stationary so he could put it in his stash later. Iplier glanced to Wilford, seeing that the man was starting to sit up...and so he gave Gooper something else. Wilford blinked a few times as he finally regained himself, and was fully ready to either tickle attack Iplier, or pet the hell out of Gooper. So, when Wilford saw that Iplier had placed Gooper on the bench, he figured he would do the latter.

'Hehey you....ya really got me good there.'

Gooper crooned as Wilford tenderly picked him up, but Wilford ended up smiling a bashful smile when he saw that Gooper had extended part of his body towards him....and was offering him a lollipop. Bubble-gum flavoured no less. Wilford grinned and stowed the candy in his top shirt pocket, smiling down at the creature whom he now started to pet.

'I'll have it later bud.'

Now of course came the mandatory session of petting Gooper, because honestly if you do not take the time to pet this precious being then you don't even deserve to be in his adorable presence. Wilford of course awed over Gooper's little happy noises and titters at the pets, rubs, and gentle scratches he received. Soon though, Wilford returned him to the doctor, grinning.

'Y'know....I think I'd die for him.'

Iplier grinned broadly, chuckling as he nodded in agreement.

'I think anyone who meets him would.'

Iplier then reached to his desk and picked up the antiseptic cream, along with a box of band aids.

'Now, as long as your cuts are open, apply antiseptic, then leave them to scab over naturally. Take these band aids off in about 2-3 hours, and if any of the cuts are still bad then put new band aids on, but if they're not then leave them exposed to the air so they can heal. Got it?'

Iplier smiled happily when Wilford nodded and barked an affirmative like Iplier was sergeant, before cooing once more at Gooper, then vacating in the most wonderfully flamboyant manner. Iplier sighed, then settled back in his chair and opened his desk drawer. It was where he'd put Schneeple's jumper, aka Gooper's nest, and it was where Gooper kept his little stash. Iplier watched happily as Gooper tottered about amidst all the little gifts...and Iplier wondered if Gooper knew how much of a wonderful gift that he was....to the whole, entire world.

WOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS NEXT PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOP LUV YOUS XXX

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 1 ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

So, do you guys remember THIS lil guy? This lil tickle monster duder that appeared in the Schneeple segment of the Septic Ego Series Marvin the Mischievous (Part 3)? Well, after an inspiring ask, it's time for him to return to the limelight! Lets see what he gets up to, LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @schneeplesteinthetickledoctor @schneepleestien @dr-schneeple-switch and @thegoodnewsdoctler @doctoripliler

'Come on, your naptime finished half an hour ago!'

Dr Schneeplestein sighed...at his coat's inside pocket. Was the doctor going crazy? Had he finally lost the last shreds of plot that were already questionable within him on the first place? Thankfully not. He was simply trying to coax a drowsy, grumpy, baby tickle slime monster out of his pocket. Meanwhile, the room was filled with badly repressed giggles and snickers, which made Schneeplestein look up from his task and glare.

'Shut up.'

The owner of the mirth, Dr Iplier, only giggled more audibly at his friend as he replied.

'Aw c'mon it's funny!'

Schneeple pursed his lips and tried to ignore him...but it was a little funny. They were both in Iplier's doctor's office since Dr Iplier was to be undertaking the responsibility of looking after Schneeple's little squishy assistant whilst Schneeple went to spend some time with his kids. It was something that Schneeple had long fought for, and seriously deserved, and Iplier had jumped at the chance to be able to look after the little ball of cute for a week. At the moment though, said ball of cute wasn't exactly being super cooperative....Schneeple's inside pocket was warm and comfy dammit! Schneeple sighed and spoke in his softest coo.

'C'mooon, it's time to wakey wakeeey!'

All the doctor got were a few whiney gurgles....so the doctor sighed once more, and muttered.

'C'mon Dr Iplier is here, don't you want to say h-AH?!'

As soon as Schneeple had mentioned Dr Iplier, there was a sudden squeal from the doctor's pocket along with a burst of green moving up his arm. Before he knew it, Gooper, the squishy green glob, was making high pitched, excited squelching noises whilst bouncing on the good doctor's shoulder.

'Oh so you'll come out for him but not for me? I see how it is....'

Schneeple pursed his lips at the glob on his shoulder, but soon chuckled fondly when he received a loving purr and a nuzzle to his jaw. It was impossible to even feel the tiniest hint of displeasure when Gooper was around, he was just a beacon of comfort and happiness and anyone who met him just instantly adored him. Schneeple extended his arm to an excited Iplier, who extended his hand to meet it, and soon Gooper had slid down into Iplier's hand by using Schneeple's arm as a slide.

'Theeeere's my favourite little goopy menace!'

You know, I feel like there's always something particularly charming and attractive about a man who doesn't care about any 'image' he may uphold when it comes to being faced with something cute. Instant appreciation for cuteness is an important quality and was certainly something Dr Iplier possessed. Iplier cradled Gooper in his hands and crooned over him like he was his own baby, whilst Schneeple watched on fondly since he didn't have the inner strength to interrupt quite yet.

'Whoooo's my favourite squish in the whole wide woooorld? It's you!'

Iplier cooed as he softly tapped his fingertips against the little creature's underbelly, which made him let out higher pitched gurgles and squees as he wobbled like jelly in Iplier's hands. Schneeple snorted.

'And people say you're the serious one out of the pair of us.'

Iplier's cheeks went a soft pink as he looked to his smugly grinning friend with gently pursed lips.

'Shut the fu-I-I mean...shush!'

Schneeple withheld a snicker at the other doctor's sudden urge not to swear in front of the innocent little slime, but he could relate honestly since something about using bad language around Gooper just felt wrong. Schneeple's smile then returned to being fond when Iplier went back to softly molly-coddling the creature; Schneeple was happy that Iplier was going to take really good care of him while he was gone....though he was going to miss him. On that note, Schneeple then pulled out a bundle from inside his coat, and he muttered as he held it gingerly; it was one of his knitted jumpers, and he set it on Iplier's desk.

'Uh, he uhm, likes to sleep in my jumpers or coats otherwise he gets quite shivery-b-but don't leave radiators on too warm because he can overheat! A-And he's not so good with huge height-'

'Henrik....Henrik breathe.'

Iplier placed one of his hands on one of Schneeple's shoulders, his other hand still cradling Gooper as he gazed at his friend softly, but with imploring reassurance. Iplier knew Schneeple was worried, he knew that this would be the first time he was parting with his little monster, who he had such a close bond with. Iplier smiled gently.

'You know I'll keep him safe, I would literally rather step on a pin than let him get hurt!'

Schneeple's worried, tense face had slackened partially at Iplier's interruption, and then completely at his words. The good doctor let out a gentle sigh through his nose as the tension mostly left him; he knew he was being a silly worrier, but that's what happens when you care for something so damn much.

'I know....I know...'

Schneeple murmured gently as he looked to Iplier, but the other doctor knew that Iplier meant it, and that Gooper was going to be okay. The, Schneeple crouched to the level of Iplier's hand, where Gooper let out a happy purr at seeing Schneeple's face close and at his height. He smiled and spoke softly.

'Now you be good okay? I'll be back in a week okay?'

The little conglomeration let out a string of gurgles, before letting out a particular high pitched croon that made Schneeple smile. Over time, the doctor had realised that the little guy did have his own language of sorts; that noise typically meant ''I love you''. After one last farewell pet and a farewell to Iplier, Schneeple then set on his way, nervous...but happy. Iplier now stroked Gooper with the pad of one of his thumbs softly as he exclaimed in an excited, giddy voice.

'I bet we're gonna have lots of fun! I know all of my friends are going to love you!'

The little mound of squish wobbled joyfully, and despite the language barriers here, he definitely understood what was going on, and was certainly excited to meet lots of new people! He loved all the wacky green tall ones, but he really wanted to see what other ones looked like! Gooper mewled curiously when Iplier leant down closer and then proceeded to whisper.

'Plus....they're all beyond ticklish! Like the septics, all Ipliers are ticklish as hell!'

Gooper let out a loud squeak as Iplier giggled deviously, since he was beyond excited to be able to unleash this adorable bundle of ruthless tickles upon all the patients he had this week. Little did he realise however, that Gooper's little brain as processing. His brain was indeed little, but a brain it was nonetheless. All Ipliers....ticklish. All. And...this one was a doc-tor....Iplier. This one....was an Iplier. Gooper's form suddenly started to make low, and arguably mischievous sounding, rumbling noises, which made Iplier furrow his brows curiously.

'Gooper....you uh....you okay? You hungry or something?'

Iplier was somewhat correct. The doctor watched as the globular being seemed to morph, looking like its back half was protruding upwards as if the body was in a pounce-like stance. Iplier's eyes widened....Schneeple had warned him that he was a lot clever than appearances suggested. Iplier's recollection had come far too late though, for now, Gooper was speeding up his sleeve at a pace that would honestly terrify the fastest spider.

'W-Woahwoah-hEY NO WAIT NOT ME I MEANT THE OTHERS NOT MEHE!'

Iplier let out a premature giggle, which only spurred Gooper to continue in his mission. The green ones were ticklish, and had tasty, spicy laughs, and now Gooper wanted to know what the Iplier laughs were like! So, he set about burying himself in one of Iplier's armpits and making his body vibrate and rub against the tender skin, and the little monster was rewarded by an embarrassed squeal and a train of deep giggles from the embarrassed doctor.

'Ohohohoho m-my fuhu-ahaha! Gehehet ohohout gehet ohohohout!'

Iplier was torn. He couldn't bring his arm down otherwise he could squash the poor creature, and he didn't want to risk pulling him away in case he hurt his soft little body....but at the same time it tickled so goddamn bad! Iplier had never felt a sensation like it, not from any fingertips or any tools he'd felt before. It was like thousands of soft, warm, vibrating fibres that were relentless against his skin, and it was making the man do something similar to a one-man-tango. Plus, Gooper's constant crooning was just....teasy.

'Y-Yohohou're sohoho mehehean!'

Iplier's cheeks went pink when, after his exclamation, Gooper growled lowly into his hollow....before scooting down the doctor's ribs so he could race around the doctor's toned tummy like it was a racetrack! Needless to say, Iplier yelped and jumped about a foot in the air before having to grip his desk for support; all he wanted was to be able to curl up and hide as he cackled....and transition from a tango to a near belly dance.

'NOWAIT-IHIHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIT!'

Gooper of course paid him no mind, he was too busy racing his own little shadow around and around the doctor's stomach, having one hell of a fun time! Iplier's cackles shook his body as his dimples showed themselves, appearing with his wide grin as he threw his head back and wailed.

'STAHAHAP OHOHO GOHOHO SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!'

At the doctor's cry, Gooper decided to oblige since he wasn't completely cruel! So, he slid down in a leisurely manner to the man's waist, before shuffling back and forth along it jovially; or rather, Gooper would shuffle across one way and their do his own wiggly moonwalk when shuffling back across the other way. Needless to say, this was not the development that Dr Iplier had quite idealised.

'NAHAHAHAHEHEEEE!'

One magnificent squeal later, the doctor transitioned from being doubled over, to being down on his knees, and to finally lying on the floor on his back with said back being sharply arched. Iplier's face was a bright red and he was exhibiting twitchy kicks and sudden jolts at the new tickling; it was of course absolute torture for him.

'BAHAHAHAD BLOHOHOB BAHAHAD BLOHOHOOOOB!!!'

Gooper, meanwhile, was just enjoying this feast of laughter. He liked tickling this Iplier, his laughter was thick and warm, and it only got Gooper feeling more excited for the week to come! The Iplier's skin was so tender and soft to nuzzle, but it was firmer and fun to latch onto in other places too, and Gooper honestly felt like he was being spoiled! At hearing the Iplier call out so loudly though, he decided to relinquish at his waistline and start scooting up his torso so he could see the Iplier's round oval segment with all the features on the front.

'Ohoho.....oho jeheheez....my....ahahaha....'

Iplier was caught between breathing for relief from the mercy, and tittering his heart out from the feeling of Gooper moving across his skin up towards him. Either way, Iplier couldn't keep the smile off his face when Gooper popped up at his collar; the doctor booped him softly.

'Yohou.....nahaughty....awesome lihittle thing....amazing....'

Gooper seemed to just glow and swell at the praise, wriggling and hiding himself in the crook of Iplier's neck and gurgling constantly with joy. He had made this Iplier very happy, because he knew what happy people looked like. They had two pinkish plump things that would stretch and curve when they were happy. Parts of them would turn pink and red, their two special orbs would get all shiny, and then they'd always hold him close and say things loving things. Gooper didn't know exactly what they meant, but he knew that they loved him; he felt all the waves come from them when they held him close...and he loved them too.

'Well Ihi guess wehe....can look at the appointment book....lahater....'

Iplier whispered breathily, the new warmth at his neck helping him relax even more before the babysitter and the babysittee had a well deserved nap. Which one is which is up to you, because I think love and care can be felt by everyone....when it's shared by everyone. 

WOOOPPPP DONE HOPE YA LIKE THIS FIRST PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LOVE YOUS XX

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Rosa Meets Goopy 6

„Heya Goops, I brought a guest, today!“, I waved into the room, knowing full well the critter most likely hid under the cupboard.

At least it didn’t immediately hiss and scream.

“I didn’t bring guests yet, sorry if he acts weird”, I said.

Not that Frederik would ever be scared, but… a small warning.

Actually, he snorted, and looked around, stealing a potato chip.

 “You’re such a gentleman, Riks”, I huffed. And grabbed a mouse to place it on the floor.

It took about two seconds until the mouse found it’s untimely end.

“… this is a shapeshifter”, he says, staring at the few eyes that look angrily at Frederik from under it’s shell.

“Yeah? I told you?”, I nodded.

“You didn’t tell me it was a shapeshifting puddle”, he frowned still frowned at the floor.

“I’m… pretty sure I did?”, because… I was pretty sure I did!

“Then make sure I listen to you!”, he honestly said. I made a bit of a face.

And then more of one, because Goopy crunched.

 And that was the moment where Frederik encased Goopy in a ball of class and let him float in front of his face, looking under him.

“It does have legs. You said it didn’t before?”

I stood up to him: “If you don’t let Goopy out of there this instant, you’ll never get a coffee again!”

He stared at me. While Goopy was not happy at all in his ball. Eyes glued at the surface, flinging itself from one side to the other.

“Spoilsport”, he huffed and made a small hole into the ball, pointing to my side.

Goopy jumped out and into my arms, hissing and curling into my pocket, hissing and glowering and flashing eyes and being generally unfriendly.

I tried to pet and calm it, apologising to Goopy for such a rude guest, I would tell him next time, that no one can imprison him.

And he slowly, but surely calmed. And rolled into my hand. Where I could pet it a little easier.

 “As an apology, you freak of nature”, and Frederik let blood drip from a wide gash on his hand, onto lil’ Goops.

A mouth opened where one had been a second ago. IT took the drops and cleaned its surface, actually producing a tongue to lick itself clean.

Then stood still, I felt a sniff… and then it jumped at Frederik, all teeth showing and making noise.

“Goopy, no!”, I said, because…

Frederik slapped him to the floor, making him in a puddle once again. I knelt down next to it, holding my arms in front of him.

“Frederik!”, I yelled.

“What? It attacked me, it bared it’s teeth at me”, he frowned

“He’s an innocent angel. Well, almost. Leave him be”, he hid behind me, still hissing.

“Hrm. Well. I’ve seen him. I’ll… I’ll see what I can do. I have some ideas. But one thing you should keep in mind, Roro. This thing is far from normal”

I stuck my tongue out at him.

And he sighed: “Suit yourself”, and he left. A short visit. And I had traumatised my little gooper: “I’m sorry, Goops. We aren’t all like that!”, admittedly, some were worse, but I spend a few hours petting him then.