#ler!SMG4

[trashyswitch]

Mr. Puzzles Deserves Some Christmas Spirit

Mr. Puzzles is trying to take down SMG4. But knowing Christmas is closer to coming, SMG4 tries to come up with a more...innocent way to take down Mr. Puzzles. And it's not anything violent...

This fanfic was for @anxious-lee-ler on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!!!

SMG4 was searching through the basement, looking for some Christmas decorations. It was nearing Christmas, meaning the group could decorate their place. SMG4 moved himself through the Christmas stuff, moving little bags of wrapping paper, bins of tinsel and boxes of decorations out of the way. But there seemed to be a problem: SMG4 couldn’t find their new christmas tree! 

He knew it had to be here somewhere. He had just bought the fake tree a month ago! How could a giant box go missing so fast?!  

But SMG4 was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a shuffling sound. Surprised, SMG4 widened his eyes and froze in place. Fearing the worst, he turned around. “H-Hello?” SMG4 called out. 

The man listened for a sound…any sound…But only came up with nothing. So, SMG4 went back to searching. 

SMG4 moved a couple more boxes towards the ladder. These boxes had the tree ornaments they had managed to save from the rubble of the old castle. Though there were ornaments missing (for obvious reasons) and a couple of them had been broken, SMG4 still salvaged them, and hoped to put them onto the new christmas tree. 

The man had just managed to place another ornament box down onto the ground, when he heard some more shuffling. SMG4 stopped searching and quickly looked around to see if he could catch anything moving. But as he suspected, nothing was behind him. Poor SMG4 mentally began to hope he was just hearing things…

Hopefully it isn’t Depresso the clown and his rat friends again…They had been a menace the first time, and he knew Depresso and the rats were hidden somewhere underground. Where though, he had no clue. And he had no desire to find out. 

SMG4 slowly returned to searching, though he kept an eye on any more sounds. He moved one box, and then looked behind him. He moved another two boxes, and checked behind him again. He moved two more boxes, and checked behind him. 

It was only this third check that SMG4 FINALLY saw a black shadow moving behind him. The creature looked…slender and skinny? 

SMG4 widened his eyes. So there IS a creature moving around down here! His ears aren’t deceiving him! But…With that in mind, who was it?! 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes and moved himself towards the area the shadow had run off to. Fearing the worst, SMG4 opened a box and picked up an empty cardboard tube. Though it wouldn’t do much damage, it should surprise the person if he hit them across the head with it. 

SMG4 slowly moved his way up to the corner, nervously holding up the cardboard roll like a baseball bat. His hands were shaking, and he looked nervous. On one hand, he was NOT in the mood to deal with any shadows lurking in the basement. But on the other hand…SMG4 HAS to figure out what’s down here! If he doesn’t, then who knows what’ll happen! 

Slowly, he walked up to the low tower of boxes, and peered over the other side. Let’s see what this creature is. 

Suddenly, a light turned on! 

Wait! That’s no light! That’s a SCREEN!

“WELL, WELL, WELL!” The screen suddenly declared, jumping out of his hiding spot and into the open area. “Well, look who it is!” The shadow cheered happily. 

“AAH!” SMG4 hit the shadow on the head with the cardboard roll. 

“It’s- Ow!” The screen jumped back slightly. “Hey!” SMG4 widened his eyes, noticing as the creature stumbled back. So it DOES work…

“Welcome to-” SMG4 whacked him again. “OW!” The creature fell back a bit, before shaking its TV head and looking at him. “Ahem…My apologi- Ow!” The creature yelped as he was whacked with the roll again. “SMG4- OUCH! Stop it!” The creature held out his hand to block it. “Now hold on-” The roll smacked him on the hand this time. “OW!” The creature reacted, holding the back of his hand. “Geez, you’re strong!” The person reacted. 

SMG4 pointed to the creature. “What are you doing here?!” SMG4 asked. “I thought I got rid of you!” He reacted. 

“Ooooh, SMG4…” The creature’s screen grew staticky as its face grew deranged. “You really think a few hits can bring me down?” 

WHACK! 

“Get back, Puzzles!” SMG4 yelled at him. 

“Ow!” The creature rubbed the side of its TV head. “Though you have a strong hand, I’ll give you that.” The creature admitted. 

“Stay back, Mr. Puzzles!” SMG4 warned. “Or I’ll destroy you again!” He threatened. 

“Oh, SMG4…” The creature leaned in. “Don’t you know it’s christmas time?” The creature laughed. “The time for joy! And excitement! A time for giving! And opening presents!” The creature cheered. “And depending on your religion, a time to celebrate and take a much-needed rest!” The creature mentioned. 

SMG4 widened his eyes for a moment, pausing…Only for him to reel back the cardboard roll again. But Mr. Puzzle’s finger moved up to Four’s face. “Ah ah ah~” He wiggled his finger. “Christmas isn’t the time for violence~” Mr. Puzzles warned. “You wanna get presents from the big man in the north pole, don’t you?” Mr. Puzzles asked him, pointing to the ceiling. 

SMG4’s face softened slightly. As much as he hated it, Mr. Puzzles had a point. If SMG4 wants presents this year, then he needs to be smart about this. No violence. Something merciful to keep Mr. Puzzles in line…At least until Christmas is over. 

But with that in mind, what can he do?!

“Aaah, I see you’re lowering your weapon!” Mr. Puzzles reacted. “What a wonderful start!” He cheered happily. “Now: if you still want to beat me down, I would like to see what ‘passive’ options you come up with.” Mr. Puzzles leaned in with an excited face. “Indulge me, Four!” 

SMG4 had to admit…He had no ideas. Not yet, anyway. How does one inflict pain in a way that doesn’t hurt the person? There’s no such thing as that! …Right? 

SMG4 began to think carefully. 

“Oooh, we’ve got a thinker on our hands. Please, take your time. And make it count!” Mr. Puzzles announced. 

SMG4 thought for a few more moments. Would teasing count as a ‘naughty’ thing to do? Surely yes, right? So that’s off the table. What about a pillow fight? As fun as that would be, SMG4 feared ending up on the naughty list because he broke Mr. Puzzle’s glass face. Maybe in the future. But for now? No pillow fights. 

Gosh…this was proving to be tough. 

“Tough choice, huh SMG4?” Mr. Puzzles teased. “Well, no need to worry! We have several hours, and many days until Christmas!” Mr. Puzzles declared. “Which means, plenty of time to come up with my doom!” 

SMG4’s eyes suddenly widened as an idea filled his head. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this reaction immediately. “Oh?” He reacted. “Does someone have an idea?” He asked. 

SMG4’s face morphed from shock, to pure mischief in a matter of seconds. This facial change alone, made Mr. Puzzles nervous. Did he do it? If so, what did he come up with? Is it gonna hurt? Will it be psychologically scarring? What kinda punishment could SMG4 have come up with?! 

“It looks like I DO have an idea.” SMG4 declared, in a rather smug tone. “Something…Almost no one would’ve thought of. Something that perhaps, Santa may approve of.” SMG4 taunted him. 

Little droplets of sweat filled Mr. Puzzle’s face. Uh oh…He didn’t like that response. Something told him this was NOT gonna be fun…Maybe fun for SMG4, but not for himself. 

“I just have a small question to ask you:” SMG4 told him with a big smirk on his face. “Are you ticklish?” 

Mr. Puzzle’s TV face morphed from fear, to confusion…to horror in a matter of seconds. “Wh- HUH?!” Mr. Puzzles backed up slightly. “I-I-” 

“What’s the matter, Mr. Puzzles? Wasn’t what you expected?” SMG4 asked him with a chuckle. 

Mr. Puzzles stared at him, and took another step back. “D-Don’t you dare.” He warned. 

“Don’t dare what?” SMG4 asked. 

“I-” Mr. Puzzles tried to run away, but ended up tripping on a box behind him. “Uh OH!” Mr. Puzzles yelped as he fell onto his back. “Ow-!” Mr. Puzzles shook his head and held it, before widening his eyes at the white and blue man standing right beside him. 

“Took a little tumble?” SMG4 asked with a spongebob-like smirk. “Don’t worry. This’ll be over as soon as you promise to not cause trouble this christmas.” SMG4 told him, cracking his knuckles backwards. 

“I won’t bother you during christmas! I promise!” Mr. Puzzles tried to protest. 

“Oh, I know. But I need to be sure.” SMG4 started off tickling the closest side to him. 

Mr. Puzzles jumped and yelped, before actively lifting SMG4’s hands off him. Just for a moment, SMG4 looked shocked. But that surprised face quickly reverted to calm as he moved his hands back. “Fine. Looks like I’ll have to go for the armpits next.” SMG4 declared, scooting himself up to his chest and shoulders. 

“NO!” Mr. Puzzles shrieked and tightened his arms against his sides. “NO. You’re NOT!” 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly, before carefully lifting up Mr. Puzzle’s arm himself. Surprisingly, Mr. Puzzles’ strength was very…weak right now. Because SMG4 was perfectly able to grip and lift up his arm with no problem. Looks like Meggy’s work out routine is helping him! “H-Hey!” Mr. Puzzles grunted and tried to lower his arm. But for some reason, SMG4’s strength was overpowering him! How in the world?! 

“Well, isn’t this a funny day?” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle, before shoving his fingers into Mr. Puzzle’s underarm. 

“NOOO!” Mr. Puzzles squealed and shrieked, as he tried to squish Four’s fingers under his arms. But SMG4’s strength, mixed with his lack-of strength, was making SMG4 overcome whatever stood in his way. Or rather, whoever stood in his way. 

SMG4 weaved his fingers deeper in and started digging and fluttering his fingers. 

Mr. Puzzles shrieked and guffawed, squeezing his eyes shut as he did all he could to keep his laughter in. “N-NO! S-STOPIT!” 

“Poor Puzzles…Is someone unable to handle the tickles? We barely started!” SMG4 reacted. 

“Y-YEHES!” Mr. Puzzles squeaked and shook his head. “Well, I don’t know if you noticed…But you’re telling me yes, and your head is telling me no. So which one is it?” SMG4 asked somewhat casually. 

“SH-SHUHUT UP!” Mr. Puzzles grunted as he tried his hardest to keep his laughter from escaping his TV speakers. 

SMG4 was smirking as he heard bits of laughter slowly escaping the man’s speakers. “If you let out the laughter, then-” SMG4’s words trailed off as he observed the buttons on Mr. Puzzle’s TV head. “Hmmm…I wonder…” 

“W-Whaha?” Mr. Puzzles looked up at SMG4, showing slight confusion amidst his attempts to stop his laughter. 

SMG4 reached his other free hand over to the buttons. Looking down, SMG4 quickly notices Mr. Puzzle’s widening eyes. He places a finger onto a button first. 

“H-HEY!” Mr. Puzzles reached up, but jumped as the finger pushed down on the button. Just a single press of the button made him squeak. 

SMG4 looked surprised as well. “Oh wow…” He reacted, moving to another button. 

This one appeared to be the volume dial…Cause when he touched it, he quickly noticed the jump and giggle from the TV villain. “STAHAP! Ohoho gohod- Nahahat thehere! Nahahahaha!” And when he turned the dial, his laughter seemed to increase! “Hehehey! StahapstOPSTOPNO! GAHAHAHAHA!” 

This shocked SMG4! It looked like Mr. Puzzles’ laughter seems to move up in volume whenever he turned the dial back and forth! Just like a real TV, Mr. Puzzle’s laughter would increase in volume whenever he increased the volume! 

Which, I guess that makes sense if you think about it. But he never would’ve known if he didn’t try. This made him wonder: What if SMG4 turned the dial the other way? Curious, SMG4 turned the dial the other way to make the volume go down a few pegs. 

“eEEK! STAHAHAP! THIHIhihis ihis sohoho mehehehean!” Mr. Puzzles reacted, his speaker volume going down somewhat. 

Huh…Alright. So the volume dial works just fine. This brings even MORE questions! What about the dial below this one? “Nonono! Stop! Stay away from that!” Mr. Puzzles tried to order. 

Still curious, SMG4 moved his hand to the other dial. He touched it, making Mr. Puzzles jump with surprise. And then, SMG4 started turning it clockwise. 

*Click, click*

“NOHO!” Static screens would interrupt his laughing every time the dial clicked. “HAHAHA- *Tsss* -HAHA! STA- *Tsss* -HAHAHAP *Tsss* -IHIHIT!” Mr. Puzzles shouted helplessly. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. How in the hell- “Geez, man. I’m surprised you could handle us using you for all these years.” SMG4 reacted. 

Mr. Puzzles’ screen eyes appeared to be animating bits of tears. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Mr. Puzzles shouted at him. 

“Listen, I know. I wanna kill you too. But until the big man upstairs brings the presents, this is the most we can do right now.” SMG4 told him. 

“IHIHI DIHIDN’T WAHAHANT THIHIHIS!” Mr. Puzzles shouted. 

“What did you want, then?” SMG4 asked him. 

“IHI WANTED TO CHAHAHAHAT!” Mr. Puzzles yelled. 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes. “Hmmmm…I don’t believe you.” SMG4 told him. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Mr. Puzzles looked at SMG4 with growing tears of mirth in his eyes. Though he seemed to be handling it fine before, Mr. Puzzles now looked desperate for it to stop. 

And SMG4 noticed this right away. “Oh god…” SMG4 moved his hand away. “My bad.” The moment his hands stopped, Mr. Puzzles gasped and heaved helplessly. His heaving was followed up by what sounded like laptop fans whirring inside. 

“Wait, you have lungs?!” SMG4 asked, surprised. 

Mr. Puzzles heaved and puffed. “Y…Yeah…*huff* Yeah…I…*huff* I do.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Well…*huff* K-Kinda.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Ohgod…*huff*...” He mumbled. 

SMG4 chuckled a bit. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he asked. 

This single question was followed up by a gloved punch to the face from the TV man. SMG4 yelped and fell to the ground, holding the side of his head. “Ow!” SMG4 reacted. 

“That’s what you get.” Mr. Puzzles spat. “Followed by this.” Mr. Puzzles picked up the cardboard roll from before, and started smacking SMG4 across the head and back with it. 

“Hey- OW! D- AH! Stop!” SMG4 yelled. “HEY- OOF!” SMG4 yelped as the roll smacked him in the nose. “Ow…” SMG4 rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Alright- OW! ALRIGHT! I get it!” SMG4 argued. 

“That was humiliating!” Mr. Puzzles yelled at him. “I hope you don’t go around doing that to all your enemies!” Mr. Puzzles exclaimed. 

“What? Hitting them with cardboard? Or tickling?” He asked for clarification. 

“The tickling thing!” Mr. Puzzles yelled back. “No! I never tickle my enemies! The only people I tickle are my friends…And SMG3.” SMG4 mentioned. “SMG3 is the only real ‘enemy’ I tickle.” SMG4 admitted. “And that’s because he won’t stop bothering me and threatening to expose my search history.” SMG4 admitted. 

“Okay, good.” Mr. Puzzles grumbled and picked up something. “Here’s your stupid tree, by the way.” Mr. Puzzles let it tip and towards SMG4’s head. 

SMG4 yelped and jumped back. “Hey-” He caught the box and flipped it around. “Oh, great!” SMG4 looked up awkwardly. “Thanks…I guess.” SMG4 mumbled. 

“Yeah, whatever. Just get your shit and leave. I’ll leave you alone for christmas.” Mr. Puzzles mumbled to him, sitting down on an upside down blue bin and reading a newspaper. 

SMG4 noticed his attitude as he put the tree down. It didn’t take much for SMG4 to realize Mr. Puzzles could be lonely. It was evident on his screen face. 

So, SMG4 opened one of the boxes, and grabbed some Christmas lights. He grabbed an old coat rack stand from the corner, and brought it closer to an outlet. With that done, SMG4 wrapped the Christmas lights around the coat rack, and made it fall down somewhat to resemble large waves of lights. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Puzzles asked him. “Just a little something small.” SMG4 admitted as he grabbed some old ornaments (specifically some that were not really touched) and hung them up onto the hooks around the stand. Lastly, SMG4 grabbed a Mr. Puzzles plush, and put a light-up necklace around it. Turning on the light-up necklace, SMG4 put the Mr. Puzzles plush onto the top of the tree. “There.” 

Mr. Puzzles looked up right as SMG4 plugged in the Christmas lights. Right away, Mr. Puzzles gasped at the look of the ‘christmas tree’. You’d never expect it, but…It actually looked…kinda beautiful in a way. And Mr. Puzzles looked at it with surprise and…almost wonder. “It’s…” Mr. Puzzles stared at it. “I…Thanks.” Mr. Puzzles responded, unsure what else to say. 

SMG4 smiled as he picked up the tree box and moved it up to the floor above the ladder. “You’re welcome.” He told him. He picked up a few more boxes, and brought them to the main floor above the ladder as well, before grabbing the handle to the door. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Puzzles.” SMG4 told him, gently dropping a present down to Mr. Puzzles before closing the door. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this present, and got up. He picked up the christmas present, and read the label. It said ‘To Meggy’, but the name ‘Meggy’ was scratched off with a blue pen, and replaced with ‘Mr. Puzzles’ in somewhat bad writing. This was followed by ‘From, SMG4.’. 

Mr. Puzzles tilted his head. A present? For him? He opened up the present, to see what was inside. And…

Oh my gosh…It was a Leggy plush! It was so cute! And it looked so sad! Mr. Puzzles hugged the plush tightly. He was going to cherish this plush forever. 

[alechans-cutetickles]

POOR BABY HE IS SO CUT WHEN HE IS TICKLED ///💕💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

(POVERO BIMBO E TROPO CARINO QUIANDO É SOLLETICANO /// ///💕💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕)

I’m premiering a little something something at 12PM! Stay tuned for it! 📺 📦

[feathers-cloud]

Cute tummy 💙

I've been inspired by a dream so cute 😻

DNI : MINORS, NSFW/K1NK/FET1SH BLOGS, AGELESS ACCOUNTS

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

csn i give Mr puzzles getting tickled by smg4 and mario

[wiggly-giggly]

Mr. Puzzles Ler HCs

(Because we are so damn lee for this man I swear!!)

-> Depending on the situation, I can see Mr. Puzzles being either a subtle ler or a meannnn, mean ler. This definitely depends if he is in front of a camera or not, as the man does have a reputation that he’d like to upkeep, thank you!

-> In more subtle ler situations, he covers up his little attacks as a mere arm wrapped around his unaware (or aware) target’s shoulders or waist. As he speaks to the audience, or to the camera, he’d “absentmindedly” or “accidentally” wiggle his fingers on the ticklish areas of his target’s body.

-> He will also downplay his actions too, acting as if he’s not doing a thing as he tickles his poor lee before the eyes of a crowd, or the lens of the film camera. He wears that classic, professional smile on his face(? screen?) as he goes on and on about ratings, all while his little lee is giggling in his grasp , searching for an escape from this agony.

-> If he becomes “suddenly aware” of the person giggling in his grasp, or of his actions, he will resort to two things. Teasing the poor person, and complimenting them all the same. He can and will use both of those interchangeably.

-> Mr. Puzzles will go from asking them what is so funny, what they’re laughing at, if he’s really that funny. Then, he’ll switch to complimenting the sound of their laughter. He would comment on how sweet or cute their giggles are, or how endearing their laugh is. And, if his lee happens to snort or make any “unflattering” noises (to some people), he will dove over those sweet noises that they make.

-> This man definitely uses classic teases here and there. Expect “kitchy kitchy coo”s and “awww, does that tickle?”s from him. He’s not exempt from using them in front of others.

-> Mean ler moments? Gosh, you have to provoke him enough or get on his nerves enough to push him into wrecking you. It’s going to take a while however. He doesn’t want to wreck you in front of a sea of eyes, or a camera. We know how dedicated he is to having “five star reviews” too on his shows. You’re really going to have to push his buttons.

-> Or, you know, you could ask him to wreck you when the two of you are in more private moments, or behind closed doors. But let’s be honest, are you brave enough to ask him that?

-> Push him enough, and when the two of you have the time to be alone in complete safety, he’s going to pull you close in a secure hug. Or if hugs aren’t your style, he’ll get real close to you. And then, he strikes.

-> He will be much more rougher with his methods, scribbling his digits into your body as he targets those sweet, ticklish parts of your body that make you absolutely howl, darling. He’s going to switch between spots too quite often to keep you on your toes. He could be absolutely demolishing your ribs one moment, then clawing at your stomach or hips the next.

-> Mr. Puzzles will stick to the previous teasing methods as mentioned earlier. He’ll compliment your laughter and stick to those simple teases. But, he’ll also mock you. Not with real malice, of course. But, what do you mean “not there”? You’ve been bugging him all day, wanting him to tickle the hell out of you, and now you’re telling him not to go for that one spot that has you make the most delicious noises? Oh, darling, you had to have known what you’ve gotten yourself into!

-> “It tickles?” Yeah, he sure hopes it does! Or else, either he’s not targeting the right spots, or he needs to come up with a new tactic. Oh, and now you’re calling him awful? Evil? Telling him to shut up? Mr. Puzzles is going to have you pay for calling him such rude, harmful words. Tickling your tummy seems like a reasonable price to pay, don’t you think?

-> He’s making sure you’re fine after he wrecks you, honestly. Unless, like, he really doesn’t like you. Expect a cup of water, and him telling you that you handled his attack so well. Maybe a series of flustering compliments too about your smile, your eyes, and your laughter.

[queenbeebumblebee]

can yall hear me out of an idea that is stuck in My head?👁️👁️

Lee Mr.Puzzles and Ler Meggy or Leggy

Like, hear me OOOOUUT

Mr.Puzzles thinks he's not Nice because he is a "could hearted villain" and Meggy/Leggy doesnt believe that, so she decided to wreck him until he admits he is at least SOMETIMES nice or something

Got to get that idea out, but i'm willing to Make it a fic or a Tickle art, what do Yall Say (or maybe i can do BOTH 👀)

[alechans-cutetickles]

day 29:crying for too much cuteness

[iraia-gamer]

me tickling Mr puzzles

Credits to @ticklish-little-vampy

[iraia-gamer]

AWWW TOOO CUTE MY BABY BOY

hi we can have lee!meggy/leggy and lee!Mr puzzles are if you dont want its ok

Hi Anon! I only recently got a holiday and I had some art block but sure I'll try!

I think I screwed up his trousers sorry but yeah enjoy :D

[trashyswitch]

Two Idiots and a Plumber

SMG3 is watching TV when he comes across an old, but now-iconic show: The Super Mario Bros. Super Show. There, SMG3 learns something crazy about Mario that he didn't know! And now he HAS to try it out!

SMG3 is back! Cause I'm a sucker for the guy...Let's be honest... I hope you all enjoy!

SMG3 was sitting at the TV, bored as all hell. He was flipping through the channels, trying to find something half decent to watch. He wasn’t desperate for anything on the TV…he just wanted something slightly entertaining to make the time pass by a little quicker. 

Wheel of Fortune…boring…

Big Bang Theory…not in the mood…

Grey’s Anatomy…Kinda stupid…

Spongebob…Nah, not today…

No, no. 

South Park? Nah…

Boring, Stupid- Wait, was that Mario? 

SMG3 went back a couple channels, and found a rerun of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show. SMG3 raised his eyebrow as he saw what looked to be a baby version of Peach, being babysat by Mario, Luigi and Toad. SMG3 decided to keep this on for a bit, wanting to see where this episode goes. It’s actually kinda funny seeing the low-quality show being played on live TV. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he watched Mario make a hang glider out of sticks and a leaf. He watches as ‘Sky Mario’ saves baby Peach from the dangling branch, and carries her in the hang glider. But while they’re gliding, SMG3 raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw as baby Peach starts tickling Mario mid-flight! 

Wait, Mario’s ticklish?! 

SMG3 tilted his head. Not just ticklish too…Apparently he’s ticklish enough that he lets go of the glider and falls into…A bunch of mud?! It’s enough to make SMG3 smile with laughter. It was a silly little clip on its own, and presented him a whole other side to the strict, slightly violent Peach he knew today. As it turns out…Peach was a little shit as a baby! 

SMG3 opened up his phone, and texted his brother. 

[Hey. Watching Super Mario Super Show. Didn’t realize Peach had such a silly streak. And Mario’s ticklish?! Who would’ve thought] 

SMG3 watched as the three typing dots turned into a message. 

[2 Plumbers and a Baby?] 

SMG3 checked the guide and replied. 

[Yup.] 

SMG3 looked at the phone as a message showed up. 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkaGw8sGyeU] 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow, and clicked the link. It took him to a youtube video of the same episode he was watching! SMG3 chuckled and replied to the message. 

[Yup. That’s it. So it’s true then? Mario’s ticklish?] He replied. 

SMG3’s anticipation turned to excitement almost immediately the moment he saw SMG4’s answer. 

[Yes…Mario is ticklish. Why?] 

SMG3 threw his phone into his pocket and sprinted right out of the room. He ran out of his cafe, and straight to SMG4’s castle. He HAD to find Mario and try this out. If this clip is true…then SMG3 MIGHT FINALLY HAVE A NEW REVENGE TACTIC! 

Yes, making Mario scream will always be a whole other level of entertainment. And yes, tickling is a more childish option…But, come on! Maybe SMG3’s getting bored of hearing Mario’s painful screams. Maybe he’s looking for a new involuntary response from him…Or maybe the curiosity is just killing him…

Whatever, doesn’t matter! Because it didn’t take long for SMG3 to find Mario screwing around on SMG4’s computer. 

“Mario!” SMG3 yelled, sprinting into the room. 

“WAH!” Mario screeched and turned around. “SMG3?” He said in a multitude of clips merged into one. 

SMG3 took one glance at the computer screen and sighed. Predictably, Mario was looking at pictures of spaghetti again…

Whatever. Not important. “Okay. Do you remember the Super Show?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario hummed and thought for a moment. Slowly, several clips from the show began to fill his mind. He looked back at SMG3. “Yeah! I quote that show all the time!” He proceeded to raddle on about the quote Mario had told Luigi about where babies come from. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “...Huh. Right, I guess that makes sense.” SMG3 muttered. He quickly shook his head. “Anyway, I may or may not have watched a rerun on TV.” SMG3 told him in a slightly teasy tone. 

Mario went starry-eyed. “Oh boy! You can still watch it?! Which-a episode?!” Mario asked. 

SMG3 giggled a little and crossed his arms. “Two Plumbers and a Baby. The one where Peach gets turned into a baby, for some reason?” SMG3 asked. 

Mario thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to remember that story. “Oh! Right! Peach was-a thrown into the fountain of youth, and became a baby.” a slight blush appeared on his face. “Mario had to-a babysit…” He admitted. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled out his phone. “Out of the whole episode…” He started the youtube video and handed Mario the phone. “-This part stuck out to me.” 

Mario watched the moment with pure happiness. “Ah, yes! Mario had to save her!” He told him. “waAH!” Mario’s eyes widened with horror the moment he saw it…

The part where Mario was being tickled by baby Peach while flying a homemade hang glider…

Mario slowly blinked. “Hehehehe…” He giggled awkwardly. “Right…” 

SMG3 smirked. “I didn’t realize Peach was so mischievous as a kid.” SMG3 reacted. 

Mario scratched the back of his head. “Gliding with-a baby Peach was a big mistake.” Mario told him. 

SMG3 let out his villainous giggle. “Yeah, I can tell.” SMG3 walked up to take his phone back. But the purple man just couldn’t resist the urge to poke Mario’s ribs a couple times. 

“eeEEK! Hey!” Mario reacted, his face morphing into shock and annoyance. “No!” 

SMG3 chuckled. “Are you really that ticklish?” SMG3 asked, before poking Mario’s ribs a few more times. “To the point of nearly falling to your death?!” He asked next. 

Mario kept squeaking and jumping, struggling to cover up his sides. “Noooo!” Mario yelled before trying to slap his hand away. 

SMG3 paused and took a moment to study the video again. “According to the video…” SMG3 muttered out loud. “You seem to be ticklish on your neck and armpits?” SMG3 asked out loud. SMG3 widened his eyes as a gloved hand stole his phone away. “HEY!” 

“Stop-a watching it!” Mario ordered. 

“Give me back my phone!” SMG3 ordered back. 

“No!” Mario shot back. “You’re not my Dad!” Mario’s voice changed to match the meme he was referencing. “Anyway, why do you care so much?! It’s just a stupid TV show.” Mario reacted. 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow. “I think the real question is; Why do YOU care so much?! Was the show correct?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario widened his eyes as he felt the blush on his face deepening. “Uh…” 

SMG3 sighed and put out his hand. “We can stop talking about it if you give me my phone back.” He compromised. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him and hummed with hesitation. But not even a second later, Mario smiled and closed his eyes. “Okay!” He gave SMG3 his phone back. 

“Thanks.” SMG3 put it into his pocket. “Now where was I?” SMG3 suddenly slid up to Mario and wrapped his arm around his middle. Knowing that the video was now true, SMG3 went straight for his neck first. 

Mario guffawed and immediately tried to move his fingers away. “NO! Hahaha! Leave me alone! Hehehe- Stop it!” Mario’s voice kept changing to references as he struggled within his grasp. 

“Jesus, you’re stronger than you look.” SMG3 reacted. “I might have to get Eggdog in here to hold you down.” 

“You bastard!” Mario attempted to kick SMG3 off him, but to no avail. 

“Jesus!” He somehow managed to catch Mario’s ankle. “Keep kicking me, and I’ll go for your foot.” 

Mario widened his eyes at SMG3. “....Piss.” He muttered, imitating yet another meme. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled on his ankle, bringing Mario slightly closer to him. With Mario closer, SMG3 sat on his big waist and wiggled his fingers at him. “Now you’re mine~” SMG3 teased. 

Mario guffawed. “HA! GAAAYYY!” He shouted. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He grasped and raised Mario’s left arm above his head. 

“NO WAIT WAIT WAIT-!” Mario shouted before guffawing. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Mario busted out cackling the moment Three’s fingers even touched his armpit. Mario squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rather helplessly. “LET ME GOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Nah, I’d rather not- BaHA!” SMG3 jumped and let go, hugging himself and throwing his head back with cackles. “STAHAHAP WHOHO IHIS THAHAHAT?!” SMG3 asked. 

“Oh, I think you know EXACTLY who this is.” A familiar voice replied rather proudly. 

“SMG4!” Mario reacted with a big smile. 

“You really thought you could ask me if Mario’s ticklish without explaining why?!” SMG4 asked as he dug his fingers further into his sides. 

“YEHEHEHES! LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHOHONE!” SMG3 shrieked as he tried to push his brother’s hands off. 

“Nah, I don’t wanna. You deserve this.” SMG4 replied with pure brotherly triumph. 

Mario had gotten up, and pulled out his phone. Eager to save this moment, Mario pointed the camera towards the boys and clicked the ‘record’ button. 

“MAHARIO, YOHOU ASSHOLE!” SMG3 shouted. 

SMG4 looked up at Mario and guffawed. “HA! You’re brutal! Talk about blackmail!” He reacted. 

“PUHUT THE PHONE AWAHAHAY!” SMG3 attempted to order. 

SMG4 chuckled. “What’s wrong, Three? Too ticklish to hold your smolder?” He teased. 

Mario chuckled. “Imagine how the girls would react seeing this side of him~” He teased. 

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!” He finally let out. 

SMG4 widened his eyes with shock. “Uh…Maybe let’s keep the fans out of this.” SMG4 offered. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine!” He looked down slightly and mumbled the words “party pooper”. 

SMG4 smirked a slight bit. “Though, I will show you something else.” He told him. “Come here! And bring the camera!” He commanded excitedly. 

Mario tilted his head and walked closer. “Hmmm…” He hummed softly. 

“Hey! Get that camera out of my face!” SMG3 yelled. “I swear to god-” SMG3’s blushy anger slowly changed to shock as four grabbed his hands and placed them above his head. “Uh- NO! Dude, I will KILL YOU!” His voice was getting abnormally higher with a large hint of desperation.

“Nah.” SMG4 declared, following it up with a poke to his belly. 

SMG3 squeaked and attempted to curl up his body further. But no matter how much he wanted to cover up his sides, he just couldn’t! It was driving him absolutely insane! “SHIT!” He shouted. 

“Damn, I’ve never seen you so powerless and scared before.” SMG4 admitted as he wiggled his fingers dangerously closer to his side. “Any last words?” He asked him. 

SMG3 slowly looked up and narrowed his eyes at Four. “I hope you fucking-...Fuckin’...You little-...I swear-…F…Fuckin-...Fuck you.” He finally spat out. 

SMG4 hung his head and snickered. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He dropped Three’s hands and shoved his hands into his ribs. SMG3 shrieked and threw his head back. “BAHAHAHA! FUCK! FUCKING SHIHIHIHIT!” 

“Watch your profanity.” Mario said in the same voice as the original memed moment. “FUCK YOHOHOUU!” SMG3 shouted back at him. 

“...Okay.” He said in the exact same voice as the vine. 

SMG3 was wiggling as much as his body could. Which wasn’t a lot, but it was honest work. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOU TWOHOHO!” He shouted at them. 

“Awww!” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle. “How cute!” 

“I know, right?!” Mario responded. 

SMG3 shook his head as he kept failing to stop his hands. If you thought SMG3’s face was red before…It certainly was now! 

“Who knew SMG3 could be so adorable!” Mario teased with a snicker. “I’d even say this is cuter than Eggdog’s whimpers!” Mario added. 

Oh god…Cuter than Eggdog? That’s…

Wait! Eggdog?! EGGDOG! THAT’S IT!

“EGGDOG? EGGDOG-HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” He screamed. 

In no time at all, Eggdog came running into the room. The only thing Mario was able to get out, was an “OH FUCK-” before bracing for impact. As a large crash filled the room, the camera Mario was formally holding, could be seen floating in the air for a couple moments like a looney tunes cartoon before it also fell to the ground with a little clonk. 

“WAAAHAhaha! Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit-ohSHIT-OHSHIT!” Mario could be heard wheezing as he felt Eggdog lick his neck and chin. 

“Yeah! Get ‘em, Eggdog!” SMG3 yelled eagerly. 

“Well, you got Mario down…” SMG4 admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped me-” SMG4 teased. 

SMG4’s proud words were quickly shot out the window the moment SMG3’s purple body dashed towards SMG4 and tackled him to the ground. “OW!” SMG4 sat himself up, only to be pushed back down to the ground. “HEY-” SMG4 threw his head back and wheezed the moment three’s hands went for his armpits. “DUHUDE WHYHYHYHY?!” He yelled. 

“Because I wanted to contradict you!” Three admitted. 

“FUCK YOHOHOU!” SMG4 yelled. 

“No need. Already done.” SMG3 teased with a wink. 

This comment alone, prompted a punch to the face to get Three off him. And thankfully, that’s all it took to stop the revenge. 

Meanwhile, Mario didn’t seem to catch Three’s reference due to still being tickled by Eggdog. It was only when Three directed Eggdog, that Eggdog finally stopped and got off Mario. Mario laid somewhat limp on the ground for a second. 

“So…” SMG4 looked at SMG3. “You proud of yourself?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 smirked a little. “I’d say so, yeah.” He replied. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes at the response before getting up onto his feet. 

The whole group seemed to disperse after this. Mario went back to doing whatever he was doing. SMG4 went back to whatever he was doing earlier, while SMG3 went back to the couch to watch TV. It was almost like the moment never even happened. 

So what did SMG3 learn today? Well, Mario’s ticklish. It’s confirmed by the tv show, and it’s now confirmed in the Glitchy World too. And as weird as it sounds, SMG3 can now rest easy knowing that Mario has a weakness he can exploit to keep him in line. 

After settling on an episode of 9-1-1 Lonestar, SMG3 sat back and attempted to gather the plot partway through the episode. But his attention would be cut short by a text message from his phone. 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: Funny video of SMG3! :D] 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: IMG_9087] 

SMG3 widened his eyes. Did-did Mario just send the video of him being tickled?! 

This single video was so momentarily distracting, that SMG3 didn’t even notice the shadowy figure shaped like Mario, who was slowly raising itself up from behind the couch…

As it would turn out, revenge could not have been more swift. 

[midzurugi]

i just realized something

smg4 is literally the once-ler

there is no going back from this

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Sooo since we have Lee Mr Puzzles

What would Ler Mr Puzzles be

Pls help us imagine it

🥺

He definitely gets lee moods easily

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Head canons of ler Mr Puzzles pleaseeeeee

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I WAS AWAITING THIS ASK

*ahem* anyways

• He uses his remote to make people feel all tingly and giggly when they annoy him/interrupt him

• He DEFINITELY put at least one of the SMG gang members through a tickle scene or tickle related show

• He doesn’t tease much but when he does, he uses teases like “kitchie kitchie koo!” Or little beeps and boops while poking the lee(s)

• Traps lees by wrapping his arms around them and poking away at their ribbies

• Tickle hugs are a MUST

• He changes his face to this expression if the lee squeaks/snorts:

• Mainly compliments the lee while tickling them

Ex: “N’aww! Such a beautiful/handsome smile!”

• Honestly a pretty gentle ler unless you’re the reason he’s annoyed (*cough* Mario *cough*)

• He uses his height to his benefit

• Flusters the lee by purposely playing a show/movie with a tickle scene in it

• Sometimes, he tickles a lee cuz they were being “mean” (they told him to shut up through giggles)

• Mocks lees as a tease (oh that rhymes)

• Honestly gets into SUCH a ler mood if he sees/accidentally tickles someone

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Okay but imagine Puzzle piece being the type of ler that gets lee moods by his own teases, yet continues teasing the lee by mocking them

he makes this stupid ass face while doing it too

[trashyswitch]

Secrets From the Sussy Notebook

SMG3 is trying to write in his diary...But SMG4 REALLY wants to read it! Will SMG3 be able to survive his brother's evil tactics so his secrets can remain safe?

I...am obsessed with SMG4 and the gang... AndImayhaveabitofacrushonSMG3...Oopsie... This fanfic goes out to @lokissed2025 and @anxious-lee-ler. They have been binge-watching SMG4 off and on for the last few days with me...and we have been CACKLING LIKE DOOFUSES! It's gotten to the point where Vel has changed our group chat picture to Mario as Blue, with the name "Chucklefucks" as the group name. SMG4, SMG3, Mario and the cast never fail to make me laugh. And now I've gotten them into the videos too!!! So, I hope you all enjoy!

[Dear Diary…] He scribbled in his purple diary with his pencil. He had only been writing for about 5 minutes before he felt someone watching him. He could see a growing shadow covering his own. He widened his eyes and paused his writing, as he feared who might be standing right behind him…

“Whatcha writing?” The familiar voice asked. 

SMG3 yelped and fell forward, dropping his diary in the process. He gasped with fear before grabbing his diary and holding it against his chest. “NOTHING!” He shouted to his brother. 

“Oh really?” SMG4 asked with a smirk, poking his leg. 

“I said NOTHING!” SMG3 threw him a kick before sitting up and scooting a couple feet away. “Go away!” He ordered. 

SMG4 had crossed his arms, still smirking. “So protective over a little book…” He taunted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “A little book?!” He stood up and smirked as he showed his brother the diary. “This ‘little book’ is filled with all my plans for destroying the world.” He said, rather proudly as he flipped a page in his book. “Only the true villains of this world can read my special plans for world domination.” SMG3 declared next. 

“Does your ‘world domination’ plan include…” SMG4 narrowed his eyes as he read the notebook title. “taking Egg Dog to the park?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3’s face turned to shock and fear. “Wha-?!” He looked at his book and quickly closed the book. “NO! You-” He grumbled. “You didn’t read that.” 

SMG4 chuckled. “I wonder what other juicy secrets you like to keep in that diary…” SMG4 asked aloud. “NO.” SMG3 backed up, holding his book as closely as he possibly could against his person. “No one is allowed to read this. NOT EVEN YOU.” He warned. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes. “Like I’m gonna tell the world your secrets…” SMG4 muttered. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets…” SMG3 mentioned. 

SMG4’s face morphed into shock and anger. “Excuse me?! I have kept many of your secrets!” He argued. 

“Oh yeah?” SMG3 crossed his arms. “Like what?” 

SMG4 thought for a moment, unsure at first…

but the man quickly widening his eyes once he remembered one big secret he NEVER spilled to anyone…Mostly because he’s scared of the repercussions, but still…He never did tell…so therefore it counts. 

SMG3 could see the gears spinning in his brother’s head…and he could feel sweat developing on his forehead. “Wha-What’s with that face?” He asked nervously, adjusting his grip on his notebook. 

SMG4 was smirking and snickering a bit. “I have never mentioned how ticklish you are.” He mentioned somewhat quietly, as to make sure nobody else could hear him except his brother. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and felt the fear developing in his gut. “O-Oh-...” He muttered, unable to hide his slight embarrassment. “I…Okay…Okay, that’s true…” He mentioned, feeling his blush deepen. 

SMG4 started to walk up to his brother with his hands behind his back. “But why bother keeping your secrets if you’re not even gonna trust me with your diary?” SMG4 asked, his plan already being put into motion. 

SMG3 gulped as he felt the fear overtaking him. “U- SMG4?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Yeeeeessss?” SMG4 replied, walking to his other side, making SMG3 turn his head to the other side to look at him. 

SMG3 could already feel the butterflies filling his belly, making him want to giggle from anticipation alone. “C-Can’t wehe talk about this?” SMG3 tried to offer, backing up from his brother a little bit. 

SMG4 rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmmmmm…” He hummed rather dramatically. He looked at his brother as he paused his chin stroking, a smirk slowly filling his lips once again. The man just could not keep a straight face to save his life. “Nah.” SMG4 grabbed the purple diary with his left hand, and lifted it up above his brother’s head. 

Naturally, SMG3 kept his grip on the diary, refusing to let it go. “NO! LET GO!” SMG3 shouted at him. 

“Noooo, you let go~!” SMG4 poked his belly a few times and tweaked his left side a few times with his right hand. 

“aAH! NO!” SMG3 could feel a stupid little wobbly grin forming on his face. “Come on- EEEK!” He curled his body inward slightly, lifting up his right leg to cover up his side slightly. But the man was still holding onto his diary for dear life…and with his precious diary (and his hands) above his head, he was pretty much exposing his vulnerable spots for his brother to take advantage. “Duhude- EEHEEK!” He shrieked almost like a little girl as his brother poked his inner belly. 

“Really determined to keep that diary, huh?” SMG4 asked, both admiring and laughing at his brother for refusing to let go despite the tickles. “Well, I hate to break it to you…” SMG4 brought his open hand back, and wiggled his 5 fingers. “But I know you’re not gonna last very long.” SMG4 reminded him. 

SMG3 huffed and breathed in slightly, trying to calm himself down despite the adrenaline overpowering him. “You- You’re being ridiculous!” SMG3 argued, pulling on his diary. 

SMG4 raised his left eyebrow. “Ridiculous?!” SMG4 reacted. “What are you talking about?! This isn’t even CLOSE to ridiculous!” SMG4 argued, before changing his approach. “But THIS…” SMG4 brought his fingers up to his armpits. “THIS would be ridiculous.” He declared. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he sensed his impending doom once again. “Ohno…” He muttered, getting even more nervous. Dammit, his brother knew just how bad his armpits were. 

SMG4’s hand made contact with his armpits, causing SMG3 to hitch his breath. 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 said, fluttering his fingers once. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and gasped. “OHGOD-” 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 fluttered them again. 

“eeEEEEK!” SMG3 squealed super loudly. “NONONONO-!”

“Kooooo~!” SMG4 dug his one finger into his armpit more. 

SMG3 threw his head back and let out a big fit of cackles. “GAHAHA- DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” He protested helplessly. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him suddenly, stopping his fingers. 

Despite the embarrassing moment, SMG3 was able to pull himself together super quickly. “Dohon’t-...Y-You know…” SMG3 tried to hint at the word without actually saying the word. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him. “What don’t you want me to do?” SMG4 was now pretending he had no clue what he was talking about. 

SMG3 groaned and leaned his head back. “You know what I mean!” He yelled slightly. The stupid word always made him jumpy and embarrassed, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. If he could get away without saying the cursed word, then he’d likely be able to survive his onslaught.  “Ihi really don’t!” SMG4 was silently laughing amidst the ‘argument’. “I just want you to explain what you don’t want me to do!” SMG4 argued next, still laughing a bit.

“TICKLE ME, YOU IDIOT!” SMG3 shouted back. 

SMG4 put on the biggest confused face he could. “...You want me to tickle you?” SMG4 asked. SMG3 screeched, realizing what he had said. “NO!” He shouted. “So demanding…” SMG4 muttered with a laugh. “If that’s all you really wanted, then here!” SMG4 declared.  “I’MGONNA- NO, NO-” SMG3 looked at the hand that was sitting dangerously close to his armpit. “You so much as MOVE An INCH-” SMG3 shrieked as his brother’s fingers immediately touched down. SMG3 threw his head back with a huge smile on his face, laughing rather hysterically as his brother destroyed him all over again. “DAHAHAhaha- DAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He shook his head as his feet tapped and kicked. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOO!” He shouted. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m just tickling you like you wanted me to.” SMG4 told him rather calmly. 

“I’MGONNA KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted amidst his laughter. 

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I know you too well.” SMG4 argued calmly with a smug grin. And just as SMG4 predicted, it only took another couple seconds for his left arm to drop down. He had let go of his diary in an attempt to cover up his armpit. 

SMG4 widened his eyes. “Uh oh! Left one’s covered!” SMG4 reacted, before looking at SMG3 with a smug look. “But it looks like the other armpit is completely freeeeee~” SMG4 quickly went for his other open armpit. 

SMG3 squeaked as he squeezed his eyes shut. “eeEEHEEHEEHEE! YOHOU’RE EEHEEEHEEVIHIHIHILL!” He yelled at him as he attempted to cover up his right armpit with his open hand. But trying to cover up your open armpit in this position, would prove to be an impossible task. 

“I’m evil?! That’s a serious accusation coming from you.” SMG4 reacted. 

SMG3 couldn’t think straight. It was too much! He hasn’t laughed this hard in so long! And it was getting to the point where his cheeks were starting to hurt! 

He had to think fast. SMG4 was really making him choose whether his reputation was more important than his diary. And by this point, letting go of his prized possession was looking pretty tempting. Was keeping his precious diary secret really worth the years of potential babying from others that might see him like this?! HELL NO! 

But right as he let go of the diary, SMG3 felt his knees buckle. He yelped as he felt himself fall backwards onto his back. Though the fall was slightly painful, SMG3 had curled up into a cowardly ball, his giggles still quite audible as he tried to wipe away the phantom tickles that continued to plague him. “Hehehe…hehehehe…” He giggled, hugging his knees up to his chest as he tried to cover up the rest of his stupid giggles. 

God, his giggles were the worst part of this whole thing…The laughter was one thing…the cackling is another…but GIGGLING?! No real villain giggles! EVER! It’s so mortifying! His giggles were too cute to even BELONG from a person like him with a villain complex. Thank GOD these walls can’t talk…

But his thoughts were interrupted by a flash of purple, followed by a little plop sound right in front of him. What the- 

SMG3 looked down at the purple item, and widened his eyes. His…diary? 

SMG3 looked up at his brother. “You’re…not gonna read it?” SMG3 asked him. 

SMG4 shrugged his shoulders. “I was tempted…” He admitted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he picked it up. “What…was stopping you?” SMG3 asked. 

SMG4 sat down in front of him. “The idea that I’d be breaching your privacy.” SMG4 admitted, looking a little guilty. “And truth be told…” SMG4 picked up his pencil and handed it to his brother. “I don’t want to break our trust.” He finished. 

SMG3 softened his expression. “Wow…” He grabbed the pencil and put his diary into his overalls. “Uh…” He bit his lip. “Thanks.” He said to him somewhat awkwardly. SMG4 was…being really considerate and understanding…it was kinda nice. 

“Besides…” 

SMG3 looked up and froze when he saw his wiggling fingers once again. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

“I don’t need to read your diary to see how soft you really are.” SMG4 concluded his sentence as he skittered his fingers on his belly.

SMG3 squeaked and dropped his diary, curling up as even more laughter poured out of him. Only…this laughter was less hysterical, and more genuine. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihi’m nohohot s-sohoft!” SMG3 argued.

“You say in the softest little laughter I’ve ever heard from you today.” SMG4 teased.  “Shuhuhut uhup!” He muttered. But his wiggling quickened almost immediately the moment he felt SMG4’s hands move towards the middle of his belly. “NoHO!” SMG3 squeaked and squealed as he tried to push his brother’s hands away. “Plehehehease stohohohop!” He shook his head, unintentionally knocking off his own hat in the process. 

“Oop-” SMG4 paused his tickling for a moment to grab SMG3’s purple hat. 

“Whahat are you-” SMG3 took in a few breaths before looking to see what his brother was doing.

SMG4 had put his purple hat on top of his own blue hat. “There we go.” SMG4 muttered aloud as he pulled some super cool sunglasses out of his overalls, before putting them onto his eyes upside down. “Feast your eyes on the coolest brother in existence!” He declared, pulling out another pair of sunglasses and putting them on upside down, overtop of the first pair. 

SMG3 had to cover up his mouth with his own fist to prevent from laughing out loud. For some stupid reason, the look of SMG4 with both hats on, plus the 2 pairs of sunglasses on his eyes…made him wanna genuinely laugh at him. He had a feeling it had to do with the tickling making him all giddy…but let’s face it…SMG4 can have his funny moments. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and widened his smirk. “Was that a giggle I just heard?” He asked, lowering his two sets of sunglasses while pointing to him.

SMG3 widened his eyes, visibly mortified. “Wha-NO!” He covered his mouth more. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. “Are you suuuuure?” SMG4 poked his side playfully. 

SMG3 heard a squeak leave his mouth, before he could prevent it. “NO!” SMG3 scooted himself away from him. SMG4 is NOT making him laugh like an idiot. NOT AGAIN. It should be SMG4’s turn to laugh and blush now! And SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he knew just how to do it. 

He smirked slightly as he cupped his own hands. “Hey Egg Dog?” SMG3 called. 

“Egg dog?” SMG4 reacted. 

Suddenly, his little egg dog popped out from behind a door. He hopped up to SMG3, letting out a little bark. SMG3 chuckled as he let Egg Dog hop onto his hand. “I have a little secret for you.” SMG3 told him in a baby voice, looking at SMG4 with the biggest shit-eating grin he could make without looking creepy. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. “Huh?” He muttered. 

SMG3 took his purple hat off SMG4’s head, and put it onto his own head. “SMG4 is a biiiig fan of neck kisses.” He told him. 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly. His face went from confusion, to intense worry in only a millisecond. “Wh-WHAT?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s little excited jumps, made him feel more excited too! “Oooh yeah, it’s true!” SMG3 clarified. “And his favorite spot?” SMG3 added. 

“Don’t you DARE!” SMG4 attempted to go for his armpits to shut him up. Maybe with enough convincing, SMG3 might stop. But SMG3 dodged his brother’s hands and quickly fluttered his gloved fingers right on the correct spot. “Riiight here, I believe.” SMG3 showed his precious Egg Dog. 

SMG4 instinctively curled up, letting out the most high-pitched little squeaks. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s excitement, SMG3 smiled brightly. “Isn’t that fun?!” SMG3 asked him, absolutely loving Egg Dog’s reactions. “You wanna give him some love too?!” SMG3 asked Egg Dog in a playful, baby voice. 

Egg Dog barked and jumped even more excitedly! 

“Okay! Go on!” SMG3 replied, letting Egg Dog hop off his hand. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and shrieked as the little dog hopped onto his shoulder. “WAITWAIT-!” He protested.  

SMG3 was trying not to laugh too hard at his brother’s unusually lady-like reactions. “Don’t worry, dude. He’ll be gentle.” SMG3 reassured him.  

SMG4 squeaked as Egg Dog snuggled its ‘nose’ into his neck. 

SMG4’s reaction was almost immediate: A squeal had left his mouth as little high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth. His grin had turned wobbly and crooked as he recoiled his body slightly, unable to handle the overwhelmingly ticklish licks on his exposed, shaved neck. “EEEHEEeeheeheehee! Hohohold ohon-” He covered his mouth in an attempt to cover up his squeals and little giggles. 

SMG3 let out a rather menacing chuckle. “And you said MY laugh was cute…” He teased. 

“Ihihihi- HAHAHA! Ihihi nehever said ‘cuhuhuhute’!” SMG4 tried to argue. “Heheehee- Ihihi sahaid ‘sohohoft’!” He corrected him. 

SMG3 tsked and crossed his arms. “You know, I was gonna let Egg Dog do all the work for me.” He admitted. “But since you’re being a smartypants…” SMG3 swiftly slid up behind his brother. “I think I’m gonna go for it too.” SMG3 gently took Egg Dog off his brother’s neck. “Here you go.” He put Egg Dog onto his shoulder before picking up SMG4 and skittered his fingers all over his upper sides. 

SMG4 guffawed and doubled over, feeling a lot more free to lose his composure once Egg Dog was off him. “NAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA! JEEHEEHEESUHUS!” SMG4 shouted, collapsing to the ground. 

SMG4 and SMG3 had at least one thing in common when it came to tickling: They both weren’t very good at keeping themselves upright when being tickled. SMG3 could keep himself up at least a little bit…But SMG4 couldn’t even do that! And SMG3 knew this well. That’s how his brother was…and the best thing SMG3 could do was follow him down towards the floor. 

“You don’t mind if I just…” SMG3 brought his fingers up to SMG4’s neck and started off fluttering them against his chin. 

“eEEEEHEEEK!” SMG4 scrunched up his shoulders and curled up into a ball as much as he physically could. 

SMG3 sighed with a smile and let his brother go. He knew SMG4 couldn’t handle much more, and he didn’t really wanna kill him. Not today, anyway…

With SMG4 laying on the ground in a ball, SMG3 picked up his diary. He opened it up and flipped to a new page in his diary. Picking up his pencil off the ground, SMG3 started to write something new down. 

It only took about 10 minutes for SMG4 to get back up and see his brother writing again. “What are you doing now?!” SMG4 asked. 

“Oh nothing…” SMG3 giggled, continuing his cartoon drawing on the page. “Just writing about your most embarrassing little secret.” SMG3 admitted. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and gulped. “U-Uh…W-Which one?” SMG4 asked awkwardly. 

SMG3 smirked and laid himself onto his belly, actually providing SMG4 one single chance to see what he was doing. SMG4 hesitantly walked himself up, took one look at the drawing he had made, and gasped. 

Oh- 

“NO!” SMG4 tackled his brother to the ground, trying to take his diary from him. SMG3 held onto his diary as tightly as possible, while poking and prodding his brother’s most vulnerable spots. 

“What is going on in-” Someone called, before gasping slightly as she saw the purple notebook fall right onto the ground right in front of the person. 

“Meggy!” SMG3 yelled out. 

“MEGGY?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

But SMG3 tackled him back down. “Meggy, read it!” SMG3 told her as he went right for his belly. 

“NODON’T- aAAH!” SMG4 shouted. 

Meggy raised an eyebrow. What were they doing?! 

She awkwardly picked up the journal and flipped it the right way to look at the new page: It was a cartoon drawing of SMG4, with labels pointing to certain spots on his body. 

Meggy narrowed her eyes as an excited smile quickly grew onto her face. “Ohoho~ Is that so?” She mumbled to herself, lowering the book.  “NonononoNO!” SMG4 screeched and kicked his feet. 

SMG3 smirked as he poked his brother’s belly button. “You wanna help?” SMG3 asked, looking up at Meggy. 

“YES! Count me in!” Meggy reacted, closing the book and placing it aside to help SMG3. “Any spots you recommend I go for?” Meggy asked. 

SMG3 chuckled evilly, eager to get started. “I suppose a little lesson is in order?” 

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