#slight ticklefic

[trashyswitch]

Begin Communication

Charlie, who had been possessing the puppet for ages at this point, had been lured and placed inside Lefty for an unknown reason. But amidst the child's panic, Charlie starts to experience feelings, both physical and emotional, that bring back memories and experiences she remembers from when she was alive.

This fanfic is going to include some heavy subject matter about death, murder, past mistakes, memories of a past life, and more. This fanfic will also show some slightly controversial tickling, some of which I've never really had to write before. So...be warned, and read at your own risk.

This fanfic was suggested by Shadow Anon. Despite the heavy subject matter...I still hope you enjoy. And thank you to @ticklishmattie for helping me with this fanfic. I appreciate it. <3

Charlie felt herself being placed into the suit bit by bit. First her legs were put into Lefty’s legs…then her middle was pushed down by the chain clamps. Then her arms were secured into the animatronic arms. And slowly, her head was bent back to click into Lefty’s head helmet. While she was being moved into the proper position, gentle music box music was playing from inside the animatronic. Though any normal music box coming from an animatronic would sound too creepy to walk up to…This music box sounded happy…almost comforting. But she should’ve known this was just a trick. A trick that was being used to lure her into the animatronic. But strangely…this animatronic was more smooth, and more gentle in its capture mechanisms. Perhaps this animatronic was not made by William Afton. Perhaps…

…Perhaps this animatronic was made by her father…

As the animatronic head clicked into place, she started moving around and noticed how little she could move. No…

What if this is all a trap?! What if this animatronic WASN’T made by her father?! 

What if it was made by some stranger who knows she had possessed this puppet?! 

NO! 

She started moving her body around, trying desperately to get out. She can’t be forced to stay in this Freddy ripoff of an animatronic. Never! She needed to get out somehow. 

She pulled on the Puppet arms, but they were stuck in place, not able to move. Her arm was positioned against the shoulder and into the upper arm of Lefty, which restricted her arm movement drastically. She pulled on her puppet legs, but they were clamped down and held in place with the chain clamps. She wiggled her head around as much as she could. But she couldn’t really move the body below her neck around. Just her head. And even then, all she could do was tilt her head side-to-side. 

She pulled and tugged on her body to try and get out. But nothing seemed to be working! There  had to be a way to get out! If this animatronic was made by her father, then her father would’ve allowed her to get out whenever she wants to. So with that in mind, she started to believe maybe this wasn’t made by her father…that it may have been made by someone else altogether. Who this was that was making these animatronics, she could not tell you. But all she knew was that she wanted out of this animatronic…Preferably as soon as possible. 

But all her fears froze for a moment as she felt something soft fluttering against her plush side. It was strange…It felt almost familiar…but it didn’t at the same time. She tried to look down, but she couldn’t. The way the suit was set up, she couldn’t look down even if she wanted to. And right now, she really wanted to. 

The feeling was soft, and tickly, almost like a bug was crawling all over her middle. It was also growing very distracting. It made her experience feelings she hadn’t experienced in a long time. It made her feel like giggling and wiggling around. 

What was making her feel like this!? What was tickling her? And how can she make it go away? 

She wiggled her middle around in an attempt to get the thing off her. But to her surprise, it only moved spots whenever she wiggled her body around. It was like something was sitting still against the one spot.  And her wiggling around was only tickling herself even more. So she quickly stopped wiggling around. 

But right as she felt like she could control herself, she felt another thing fluttering against her. But this time, it was against her left armpit. She almost squealed before pulling on her right arm in an attempt to get it free and cover up her left armpit. But it was just no use…She just had to take it. She tried to take deep breaths, but her exhales would come out as jumpy titters. And she tried her best to think of something else…But all that kept going through her head was memories of her father using feathers to tickle her belly. 

Wait…Feathers…

She quickly widened her black eye sockets with shock as it finally clicked:  

They were feathers! That’s why they felt so familiar! These things tickling her right now, were feathers! In fact, they felt like similar feathers to what her Dad used to tickle her with! Just from the feeling alone, she could easily tell these weren’t fake feathers. Fake feathers and real feathers felt completely different. Fake feathers felt less tickly and more rough, while real feathers felt super soft, to the point where it could easily drive you crazy. She had known the difference for as long as she could remember. 

But how the heck was she able to feel the difference when she’s clearly possessed by a being with no nerves?! She just couldn’t explain it. 

After a few more minutes of those feathery feelings, Charlie began to hear little spurts of giggles fall out of her mouth and fill the room for little moments at a time. She didn’t really have a way to stop them, either. But…she almost didn’t mind this. Maybe the inventor of this animatronic had a good point: It’s good to experience laughter again. 

She began to think that maybe if she let it all out…then she would feel better about her situation…

She finally decided to let out all the laughter that she had pent up inside her. And…It felt really good! It felt like she was removing a huge bag of ice from her shoulders, and throwing it onto the ground before letting it melt to nothing but water. It felt amazing to just let every laugh drain from her lungs. Though, technically she didn’t have any lungs. Why was she even able to control her breath or feel euphoria from letting out her laughter? There were just so many questions, and little to no answers available to her. 

She leaned her puppet head back as much as the helmet would let her, and continued to just giggle up a storm inside this animatronic. “Heeeheeheheheeheheee! Heheheheeheheeheheeeheeeheehee! Hohohohow ihis this hahahappenihihihing?!” She asked out loud. 

She moved the puppet’s head side to side as best she could, and attempted to wiggle around too. But despite her lack of lungs, she could slowly feel herself growing tired. Though it wasn’t that bad as of yet, she feared the tiredness would get worse overtime. Despite sensing that she was safe, she couldn’t trust her gut feeling. 

Not this time. 

Something was suspicious about how well-placed this trap was. 

“Hehehehellohohohoho? Hehelloooohohoho?” She asked, trying to call for someone. As she looked around at the dark street for someone to come walking to her from the darkness, she knew the chances of that actually happening were limited. 

The feather against her left armpit soon moved down to join the other feather on her black, stick-thin belly. Both the feathers were now fluttering on either side of the belly region. Her giggles seemed to move up to level 2: giddy laughter. She felt as the puppet mouth opened a slight bit more as joyous, comfortable laughter left her felt mouth. The giggling she had started with, was a little bit like a warm-up for her. But this upping of the antics felt like the main event! Like if you still felt starving for touch, this level would guarantee your life-long satisfaction. 

“HAhahahaha! Hehehehehee! Myhyhy- Myhy bellyhyhyhyhy! Goohohohohood chohohoice!” She reacted. “Thahahat’s a gohood spohohot to gohohoho fohohohor!” She added. 

The animatronic didn’t say anything to her in response. But…it didn’t need to. Just stopping the tickling feathers was enough to show her she’s being listened to by at least 1 person. And that’s what the animatronic did: The feathers slowed to a stop, leaving the ghost giggling and laughing for those few seconds. Those phantom tickles that were caused by the feathers before, had begun to linger on for a bit longer before disappearing altogether. When these phantom feelings left her possessed belly, so did her laughter. Her laughter slowed to muffled giggles, which slowed to soft breathing. 

She couldn’t believe she was experiencing physical tiredness again. She couldn’t explain it…but it was almost euphoric…like she was a little girl again…like she was winded from running all the way down a hill: not quite winded enough to be huffing, but winded enough to warrant a bit of heavier breathing. 

After the feathers had moved away from her physical body of felt, the world seemed to slow to a stop. She could feel her tiredness almost overpowering her. She quickly discovered how difficult it is trying to overcome this strong tiredness. But it felt good to be tired. It brought another mix of euphoria and nostalgia to her mind. It felt…amazing. 

She began to shuffle around a bit and get herself more comfortable. Amidst her adjusting, she heard the click of something old, or vintage. 

“Begin Communication.” A voice said from somewhere inside the animatronic. 

The puppet stopped moving, and froze in place. 

W-Was that- 

“Hello, my daughter. If you are hearing this, then that means my animatronic has done as he was told. I have named this animatronic ‘Lefty’. Can you guess who inspired me?” The voice said with a chuckle.

If the girl could cry, she most certainly would. She knew this voice all too well. It could only belong to her father. And his distinctive voice was as caring, as emotional, and as comforting as ever, despite being pre-recorded. 

“My daughter, I can only imagine the confusion you’re feeling at this moment. You are like a wolf being caged against your will. Scared, confused, unable to fully understand what’s going on, and most likely desperate to find a way out. But I assure you, this animatronic is here to help you. He has been programmed to pick you up and protect you. To give you that loving hug I was unable to give you before you had passed. To heal your wounds before setting you free once again.” the voice told her. 

She smiled a bit at the words and the metaphors he was using. He hadn’t changed a bit. 

“Words cannot describe how much I miss you. I miss your laughter. I miss your confidence. I miss your fighting spirit. I miss your neverending care for other people. The way you were drawn to those who suffered the most pain. The way you listened to every word as if you were a grown woman. Most children your age would attempt to cheer up a friend or a family member with silly faces or tickling. But you were never afraid to stop what you were doing and comfort them when they needed it most. I still struggle to understand how you did it…and how you knew…” The voice continued.  

Charlie smiled a bit wider and blushed slightly upon hearing her father gush over her on tape. His voice and behavior while recording it, sounded so genuine…as if he was really right there talking to her. 

“I…” She could hear his voice breaking and going slightly higher. It sounded like he was going to start crying. “I am so sorry, Charlotte. I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you. I didn’t realize you were in trouble until it was too late. I had failed you…in more ways than one.” She could hear her father pause for a moment. “...If I could, I would turn back time and change your future. But we both know that even though so much time has gone by, we still can’t change the past.” He admitted. 

She attempted to close her eyes. Just like countless times before, she could sense her father needed comfort and reassurance. She would do anything to hug her father again. To feel comforted in his arms, and to rest her head against his belly. 

“I have set up the animatronic to start walking when the words ‘take me home’ are spoken. Lefty will only start moving when you say so. Your capture may not be what you want…but you have the freedom to control when you feel ready to return.” Henry told her. 

She smiled and took a mental note of Lefty’s commanding ability. 

“Lefty will take you back to the old pizzeria…where you will be brought back to the others you protected for so long.” Henry said. “And with that, all of you can finally be freed from the grasp of that terrible man I used to call a friend.” Henry replied. 

Just hearing such words created a sense of euphoria that quickly filled her fabricated body. A smile formed on her lips as a little giggle left her mouth. 

“We will see each other again soon, my daughter. I will have my arms open, ready to hold you the moment you arrive in heaven.” Henry said. “Together, we will all be free...forever. I promise.”

She smiled a small bit more upon hearing that. 

“End communication.” The voice cassette said before the cassette player shut the tape off. 

A big, relieving sigh left her ghost mouth the moment after the click of the cassette player filled her ears. She took some time to reflect while she processed her father’s words. Though hearing her father’s voice caused a lot of emotion to begin with, she could somewhat remember every little word he had said…and it had all hit right close to home for her. He sounded like the same man she used to know and love. The same man that used to run around with her on the playground. The same father that carried her up and played ‘airplane’ with her…The same father that carried her on his shoulders so she felt tall…

It was enough to make the most emotionless person cry…

Little sobs and toddler cries could soon be heard coming from the puppet. Being alone, she knew she could cry as loudly as she really wanted. But…she still felt like she needed to keep her cries as quiet as possible. She felt embarrassed to still be crying like this after decades of being a ghost. She felt like despite dying just shy of age 6, she already felt like she had spent a whole lifetime keeping the other ghosts safe and learning about the growing world around her. She could easily recall what each child was like, and how different they were from each other. 

Gabriel was a good kid. He loved playing with large toy trucks and watching Bob the Builder. He wouldn’t stop talking about the many moments he watched on Bob the Builder and Blues Clues. He told her often that he wanted to be what Bob was: a construction worker. He wanted to work with the big trucks, bulldozers and other equipment. He occasionally talked about the lessons he learned about building from his father who was, as his mom used to say, a “Jack of all trades”. At the time, he had no clue what it really meant. But when Cassidy had explained it to him, he proudly announced that his father was able to do everything in the world. It was really sweet and innocent to hear.  

Cassidy…she was a troubled girl. Charlie didn’t get to see her often because Cassidy’s main goal was to make her former uncle Will’s life a living hell. Now, Charlie had always known what hell was, so she could guess how Cassidy was making him suffer. But still…Charlie longed for an older girl to talk to for longer than an hour a couple times a year. But what she was able to get, managed to help her learn a couple things about her. She was a singer, and a piano player. She had taken piano lessons for 4 years already, and was getting really good at it. She was preparing for her piano recital in April. But…she sadly wouldn’t end up participating that year…or ever again, for that matter. 

Jeremy was a sweet boy. He loved playing Pokemon on his Gameboy. He loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and had all 4 turtle figurines. He even told her about the Smurfs and the Goofy view master reels he had. He told of how many Pokemon cards he had collected, and how good his deck was at the time. He also told her about the Ninja Turtles tv show, and how cool the characters each were. Michelangelo was the boy’s favorite, but he also appreciated Donatello. He even knew why the 4 turtles were named Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello and Leonardo: They were ‘old people from Italy who made famous paintings over a thousand years ago’. Which…was somewhat correct. 

Susie was the best representation of a girly girl you could ever come across. She was blonde, had curly hair, and always loved wearing pink. She described her love for dolls. Barbie dolls, Rainbow Brite dolls, Cabbage Patch Kids, she had them all. She loved reading books about castles and princesses, and loved dressing up as a princess too. She loved the crowns, the dresses and the kids’ high heels. Her dream was to marry a beautiful prince and have kids of her own…words that were so sad to hear, considering the circumstances that led to her loss of life. It was enough to feel anger towards her evil uncle…and feel remorse for the girl’s dreams that were taken from her against her will. 

And Fritz…The little redhead…She always loved that freckled little face. Her favorite part about his facial features was the fact that his big glasses always increased the size of the freckles on his upper cheeks. Even after death, the boy needed his glasses. But thankfully, the glasses seemed to be stuck to his face permanently. And the nerdy personality he had, just added to the nerdy look. He was a huge fan of Star Wars, and loved reading. His favorite subjects in school were science and social studies. And yet…he was a soft, emotional little boy. He was assertive and talked of never letting the bullies have the last laugh in school. Whether this was really true, Charlie would never be able to confirm. But his confidence was clear: He may have been short, thin and nerdy, but the boy could hold his own. No doubt about it. 

All these kids…they were her whole world for so many years. Being William Afton’s first murder victim, she took on a responsibility that only a few older kids would ever take on without constant pressure from the parents: She was their surrogate mother in a way. Their protector…their guardian angel. The only one who could really stand up against the evil man she once knew. The guardian angel made to keep the others safe from the man behind the slaughter. 

The sad part was…There were no signs of his creepy, evil nature when she was little. Even now, she cannot identify exactly when the man had noticeably changed. Truth is, she always thought Uncle William was playful and funny…and yet he was also considerate of how far to take things. He struggled with expressing his own emotions…and yet he wouldn’t stop you from expressing yours. 

She remembers a time she had scraped herself really badly on the pavement, to the point of bleeding. William came out with a warm, wet towel and told her to hold it on her knee while he carried her into the house. His words weren’t “Come on, it’s not that bad” or “Such a cry baby” like the other kids would’ve said...He talked her through the pain of the alcohol, and took his time making sure to wrap it up the right way. In fact, her uncle’s exact words during the cleaning were “As soon as your knee is wrapped, I can get you a nice cold popsicle”. And when he started wrapping her knee, he told her to “think about what color popsicle you’d want”. It was a good distraction for her…and…

It horrified her to know that the uncle who loved her in that moment, and the man who had killed her outside the pizzeria…had the exact same face and body…It was confusing for a long time, to say the least. 

Finally, She soon leaned her head down and finally let herself be subdued. “Okay.” She straightened her neck and looked forward through the right eye socket. “Let’s go home.” She told the animatronic. 

Almost immediately, the animatronic started whirring and clicking, before beginning to turn himself around. The movement was smooth. A little rigid, but quite smooth compared to the many Freddy’s that came before him. The animatronic started to walk forward, clicking occasionally as it achieved one task, and moved onto the next task. 

Vrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrrr- *click*...

The clicking filled her ears over and over again. But she didn’t mind. She actually found the clicking sounds rather comforting. The way the machine was able to calculate where it was going, was mind-boggling to her. She knew she would never understand the technology, even if she desperately tried to. So…she just let the animatronic take her to the pizzeria’s old location. 

Vrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrr- *click*...

Vrrrrrr- *click*...Vrrrrrrrr- *click*...

Vrrrrrr- *click*...

This one...was quite difficult to write, honestly. I knew it was going to be a challenge when I took it, and I'm really thankful to the person who sent me the prompt, for sending me this challenge. I think the reason this one was so difficult to write...was because of the idea of using tickling to subdue someone. The idea of subduing someone with tickling often rubbed me the wrong way, making me doubtful and unsure even when I was writing my favorite part of every fanfic: The tickles.

I suppose...that my boundaries for writing have changed a lot since I started back in 2020. The reason I went weeks without uploading a fanfic...was mainly because this fanfic was really making me think about where my boundaries lie in 2023, and how far I can make the characters go without overstepping and making things awkward. This fanfic also gave me the chance to really explore both Henry Emily and Charlie Emily's character arcs and their individual maturity over the span of 30-40 years, and how much they failed to properly reconcile before being separated forever. This turned out to be a really heavy fanfic, despite only being given a 2-sentence prompt. And despite the uncomfortable feelings I had with it...I am super proud of this one.

So...thank you, Shadow Anon, for suggesting this prompt to me. I appreciated the challenge.

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

This is my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, so any feedback would be welcomed and deeply appreciated! (also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future work - I'm quite sure this'll be FAR from my last fic for this fandom hehe)

Hope you enjoy!

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Ever since he'd discovered glam metal, Angel has been blasting it nonstop from his room.

Unfortunately, his room happens to be directly beneath Alastor's... and the insulation in the hotel's walls leaves an awful lot to be desired. The Radio Demon's eye had been in a constant twitch for three days by the time he'd finally had enough.

"Alastor? Have you seen Angel's speakers?"

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When Charlie appears in his doorway, the demon in question is sitting comfortably on his couch, sipping a mug of black coffee and reading a newspaper (though Charlie isn't sure how he acquired it - the local paper has been out of print for weeks).

"No. But I've certainly had the displeasure of hearing them."

"They've gone missing. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

"Far away, I hope."

Charlie rolls her eyes and leaves to go consult the other guests. The deer takes a long draw from his mug.

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To Alastor's slight irritation, he only enjoys a few minutes of peace before the princess' voice echoes from the hall again.

"Oooh, Al...." Charlie sings.

"What is it, my dear?" the Radio Demon sings back absently.

"Nifty says she saw you with Angel's speakers yesterday."

"Did she?" He flips a page of his newspaper.

"Look, all I need to know is where you put them."

Long pause. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Alastor."

"Whaaat?" Though his eyes haven't left the page, his grin has widened slightly. "You think I'm lying?"

"You're always lying. That's your thing."

"...Touché."

Charlie perches on the sofa beside him.

"Are you gonna tell me where it is or not?"

"Fine. I'll be completely honest with you."

She perks up.

"I would honestly die a second death before subjecting myself to one more note of that infernal garbage."

Alastor's eyes flick up from his paper for the briefest of seconds, just to watch the bubbly princess' face fall into a delightfully exasperated scowl.

"You can't steal someone's stuff just because it annoys you!"

"On the contrary. That's exactly what I did."

Charlie narrows her eyes. "Alastor. You tell me where Angel's speakers are or else."

Alastor chuckles in spite of himself - Charlie's attempts to be intimidating never fail to amuse him.

"What's so funny about that?"

"My dear, I say this with the utmost respect and admiration for your many talents: there's a reason I tend to be the one called upon to scare off demonic threats."

Charlie huffs and crosses her arms. "Just because you're creepier and... more sadistic than me, doesn't mean I don't have ways of making you talk."

"Oh?" Alastor arches a skeptical eyebrow at his paper.

"So you better watch your step, Mister."

"Hmm. You make a compelling case." He flips another page. "Maybe I should tell you where Angel's poor excuse for music is."

Charlie brightens. "Really?"

"No."

The princess deflates.

He's right, of course: even if Charlie figures out a way to make herself legitimately threatening to the Radio Demon... he's the fucking Radio Demon. She may be the Princess of Hell, but she doesn't want to have to rebuild the hotel from rubble all over again.

The two sit in impassive silence for a few minutes - Charlie glaring at Alastor, Alastor staring stubbornly at his paper - until she finally stifles a sigh and slouches against the cushions. He's enjoying this, she just knows it. Sitting there with that stupid grin. He's probably been laughing to himself all night, imagining poor Angel waking up and finding his most prized possession missing.

She finds herself wishing she could make the old deer laugh himself sick sometime, just to teach him a lesson.

...Which is a horrible thought! Charlie's eyes widen, her brow furrowing in self-disgust. She could never bring herself to hurt Alastor, even via laughter.

In fact, she quite likes his laugh - it's a little maniacal, sure, and certainly hard to truly enjoy amid the gory contexts that typically trigger it. But if she knew a way to make him laugh at something other than another person's expense, she'd probably do it all the time... it's just that the things that make him laugh also tend to make Charlie nauseous.

Once again, the princess finds herself completely baffled by her own subjects. How one could be so tickled by anything that goes on down here - the pain, the violence, the gore...

Charlie tilts her head. She may have just gotten an idea.

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If Alastor had happened to cast a quick glance down the couch, the smile creeping across Charlie's face would've been enough to give him real pause.

But since he is instead stubbornly focused on his paper, he is completely unprepared for the fingers that suddenly begin crawling oh-so-gently up his side.

To her initial disappointment, Charlie finds at least three layers of fabric dampening her touch, and aside from a subtle flinch at first contact, Alastor himself remains perfectly still.

But then a low buzz of radio static swells around them. As she probes up his ribs, she can hear a soft crinkle of paper as his grip tightens.

"Charlie..." His voice is oddly clipped.

"Mm?" Charlie takes one glance at his face, and her smile deepens - even Alastor's signature grin can't mask the effect. He's still technically staring at the paper, but his eyes have gone wide and blank. He opens his mouth to continue just as her fingers reach his armpit - and his jaw quickly clamps shut. It's clearly taking everything in him not to squirm.

"Got something to say, Al?" She starts pinching back down his ribcage.

"Mmph!" The giggles start in his chest, bubbling up and fighting to escape through clenched teeth. Soon his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding them in.

"...Maybe about the location of a certain object?"

No response. The radio demon just curls forward a little, hiding his face in his paper.

Taking advantage of this new posture, Charlie slips her other arm around behind him, and gives a good pinch to both sides of his slender waist.

The demon straightens right back up with an audible gasp and tiny squeak of surprise (that he quickly tries to cover with a cough).

"Charlie! Are you s-seriously trying to-"

"Are you seriously ticklish?"

"No!"

In response she delivers another series of pinches to the same spot. His posture crumples again, until finally he loses his grip on his paper and twists to face her.

"No?" she giggles. And squeezes him again.

"Stop that!" He fumbles at her fingers, trying to pry them off his sides.

Instead Charlie swaps her hands, wrapping her fingers around his waist with both thumbs resting lightly on his stomach... and begins digging them right under his lower ribs.

That finally does it. He flinches back with a little snort, followed by soft but utterly helpless giggles pressed shyly into his hands.

"Awww!" Charlie coos.

"Keheh- f-fuckin'- heheh! - quiet!" His voice cracks amusingly on the last word.

There are about fifteen different things Charlie is dying to say as Alastor goes to pieces with laughter, but she can't think of anything that wouldn't risk embarrassing the poor guy - and humiliating him is the last thing she wants to do. The fact that Alastor hasn't instantly dissolved into shadows (or cursed her across the room) hasn't been lost on the princess; she is NOT about to jeopardize this moment by making him uncomfortable enough to do so.

That said, she is conducting an interrogation here.

"What was that about not being ticklish?"

His clutching at her wrists becomes more frantic. "Don't-!"

Alastor hyperventilates a couple times, trying to get ahold of himself - but then she continues squeezing down the sides of his belly, and he can only collapse into even worse laughter.

"I think I know just how to get you to talk..."

"Nohoho- ahagh, Charlie! Shihihit!"

Charlie shifts onto her knees for better leverage, gives him a gentle push backward, and pins him (surprisingly easily) against the couch. Her snaggle-toothed grin looms over him...

For a split-second, Alastor gets a flash of what his victims must've seen moments before they debuted on his show.

But he's pretty sure this isn't quite how they felt about it. He's already shaking with anticipatory giggles, grinning back at her wider than ever. And the giddy panic behind his eyes quickly forms an unlikely union with defiance.

"Do your worst, my dear."

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To be continued... pt. II is already in the works, so stay tuned!!

Until next time - hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕

💜 - Cozy

[yiplee]

“Not ticklish”

A South Park ticklefic.

(Lee!Craig) (Lers!Red, Wendy)

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Craig is the gay guy who gets invited to the girls’ slumber parties. During one, the girls make a connection of Craig and his cousin, Red. They get preeetty curious and end up testing their theory.

(Side note? I really like reading/writing lee Craig for some reason.. 🤔)

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The girls had decided, for this slumber party, to bring the gay guy along. They figured Craig was cool enough, and he was related to Red, so he must be great.

“So Craig, what are you like? Anything special in your family? Stuff in common with Red?” Wendy asked, turning to Craig.

“I dunno.” He said blankly, with a faint shrug. He wasn’t much for chatting, although the girls seemed different.

“Ooh, I know.” Nichole started, the smirk practically audible in her voice.

“So, I heard the guys get into tickle fights too. Our Red isn’t very ticklish. How about you, Craig? I mean, you’re related, so I wonder.” Nichole asked, and quickly all eyes were locked on Craig.

On the outside, Craig seemed unfazed. Inside, he panicked a bit. Although he was very good at holding out, looking as if he has no reaction, when he does break, he shatters.

“Oh, uh…I’m not ticklish.” He shrugged, instantly regretting the words the moment they slipped out of his mouth.

A unified “ooooooh…” rung out among the girls as they broke into whispers and turns. Craig died a little inside, despite his unmoving exterior.

“Are you sure about that, Craig? I mean, even Red is a little ticklish.” Wendy stated, scooting slightly closer to Craig.

His first instinct was to move away, but he refrained for fear of raising suspicion. He was running the numbers in his head. How long he could last out if Wendy just went for it, if he could contain himself from all of the girls, how long he could…

“Craig! Hello? She asked you a question.” Red snapped him out of his thoughts. It was then when he realized that Red and Wendy were now sitting closely on either side of him.

“Oh, uh, I said I’m not ticklish. It..runs in the family. That’s why Red’s only a little bit.” He gave the answer as blankly as possible, albeit a little nervously.

“Hmm…I guess that makes sense. But if that’s true..you wouldn’t mind if we..tested that?” Wendy started, poking a finger at Craig’s ribs.

He was expecting it, so he didn’t react. Not a flinch, not a twitch, nada. A few of the girls gasped, surprised.

“Oh, wow..are you really not?” Wendy asked, starting to scribble her fingers up and down Craig’s side, along with Red now skittering across the other side of his ribs.

He could handle this. As long as he didn’t squirm, they would probably give up after a minute. He doesn’t have much to worry about. If he just keeps thinking to himself for distraction, he’ll easily…

Red’s hand then fluttered lightly over his belly. He wasn’t expecting a light tickle like that!

He didn’t break, but, he did flinch. A slight jump, if you will. He hoped his blank expression was enough to throw her off, but she only looked more determined.

Wendy quickly picked up on it as they both began moving softly over his belly and sides, skittering and fluttering softly with their painted nails.

Craig bit the inside of his mouth, holding his breath as he gripped the carpet behind him tightly. It was taking everything in him not to squirm. This was getting harder.

“See? Not ticklish.” He said, surprising himself with the level of control in his voice. From the outside, this looked very convincing. He was staying very still, and his face was as blank as ever.

“Hmm…I think he might be telling the truth.” Wendy concluded, almost taking her fingers away.

Thank goodness. He was practically dying over here-

“No. We have to make sure.” Red said, a scary level of determination in her eye. Craig knew that look. He was in trouble.

As if she already knew Craig’s secrets, she suddenly dug her fingers into Craig’s armpit, swiping her nails ruthlessly across the hollows.

Craig’s eyes shut as he grabbed the Carpet tighter, his cheeks starting to sting from the strain to hide his ticklishness.

Wendy quickly joined her, fluttering her fingers lightly across Craig’s other armpit. Oh god. Hard and light touches? In his worst spot? He wasn’t gonna make it much longer!

“H-hahavent I proved it enough? You cahan stohop now!” Craig said, a little too urgently. Red smirked knowingly. Oh no.

“Hold him down.” Red said, and quickly, Craig was pushed onto his back before he could protest. Wendy sat on his arms, pinning them above his head, while Red slipped off her gloves.

Wendy dug into Craig’s armpits quickly and ruthlessly as Red pulled up his jacket and brushed her nails lightly across his lower sides and fluttering them over his belly.

Oh god. Oh fuck. Shit.

“G-gihihirls wahahait!” His voice shook as he broke into low giggles, which quickly bubbled into uncharacteristically high squeals.

“Aha! I knew it!” Red exclaimed, as the other girls cheered the two on.

“Red, I think he’s more ticklish than you!” Wendy said, amused, as Craig began squirming wildly in their hold.

“G-GAHAHA WAHAHAIT *snort* PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHAT MY AHAHARMPITS! WEHEHENDY *snort* PLEASE!” Craig pleaded, trying to pull his arms away from Wendy, but failing.

Red’s light scribbles across Craig’s belly suddenly sped up, and her brushes over his bellybutton made his giggles rise to a higher pitch.

“No way! You lied to us. You almost convinced us.” Red chuckled evilly as she continued spidering her nails across Craig’s midsection.

“Wow..he’s really ticklish!” Wendy laughed, getting a residual “awww” from the girls.

“Jeez Craig, I thought you said not being ticklish runs in the family?” Red teased, as she dug a finger into Craig’s navel, making him shriek.

“IHIHIT *snort* DOHOHOHOES! I *snort* HAHAHAVE GOOD TOLERAHAHANCE! I LAHAHASTED MINUTES!” Craig argued, shrieking from Red’s unbearably light touches along with Wendy digging into his weakest spot.

“Yeah, but look at you! You’re so ticklish!” Wendy giggled, as she moved her skittering fingers down to Craig’s ribs, pulling his jacket up higher to dig her fingers up and down his rib bones, slipping her nails into the skin inbetween.

“NAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP *snort* GIHIHIRLS PLEHEHEASE!” Craig begged, little teardrops pricking the corners of his tightly-closed eyes as his face began to turn red.

“Aww, look at him! He’s so ticklish, we should call him Crack-up Craig!” Red teased. “Awww, yeah! Just listen to him snort!” Wendy added. Red’s smirk widened, fluttering her nails over his sides so lightly, they were barely grazing him. Yet somehow, that only made it ten times worse.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP *snort* DONT FUHUCKING TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!” He squealed. God, he had heard Clyde complain about the girls’ teases before, but he thought that was just Clyde being a wuss. Now he understood. The girls were even worse than the guys at teases.

“Awwww!” All the girls cooed. Wendy went back to drilling into his armpits, as Red started poking at his ribs, causing a loud, shrill squeal that froze everyone in the room.

He took a moment to catch his breath as the girls’ fingers froze in shock. An evil smirk broke across Red’s face. “..I think I just found out another one of your weaknesses~”

With that, Red began swiftly poking at different places of Craig’s ribs and sides, keeping him jumping and squirming frantically as some embarrassing squeals and shrieks filled the room.

“Wow!” Wendy said in pleasant surprise. She joined in, poking in Craig’s armpits which made his eyes widen to the size of plates as he gasped before HOWLING with laughter.

“GAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHAHA-!!” He shrieked, thrashing around urgently. This was far too much. “ACT- AHAHAHAHA- ACTUALLY STAHAHAP!” He said, and quickly their fingers stopped.

He sighed with relief as they finally let go, getting off of him and letting him recover.

“..Not ticklish, huh?” Nichole teased, the other girls laughing at that.

Craig breathed out a few last residual giggles before starting on a response, but instead of words, all that escaped him was an exhausted, faint wheeze. He just held up a wobbly middle finger as the other girls laughed.

[helleboretks]

So Loud!?

Hi! This is my first Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood ticklefic! This fic includes Lee!Edward and Lers!Alphonse and Winry! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Winry’s glad the brothers are back, really. But they could be so loud sometimes...She doesn’t mind this time, though.

Now, don’t get her wrong when she says she’s glad to have the Elrics back.

Really, she was!

But God, those boys…

Ever since they had gotten their bodies back, the amount of yelling and shouting that Winry has had to endure increased tenfold. She hears them at almost all hours of the day, and even at odd hours of the night.

Excited rambling about alchemy, Alphonse yelling just to feel the vibrations in his vocal chords, Edward trying to out-yell him just for fun, it was so much she thought her eardrums might burst!

However, all those screams and yells sounded so happy, so unashamedly filled with content and relief, like the heaviest weight had been lifted off their shoulders as they try to regain all the lost years of their childhood. So she never complained too much about it.

Except maybe today.

Because it sounds like somebody is getting killed upstairs and now she’s curious.

That crazy noise had been going on for a solid twenty minutes, if she had to guess. It was a miracle whoever was screaming like that hadn’t lost his voice yet. However, there was only one man in this house that Winry knew could pull off such a feat.

“EDWARD!!” She shouted over the rambunctious screams. “The hell are you screaming about up there!?” She climbed the stairs, sweat dropping as the screaming started to fluctuate in pitch.

Actually, now that she listened more intently…

It wasn’t just screaming.

He was laughing.

Winry stopped in her tracks as the shrieky laughter finally became more clear to her. It sounded so foreign, she hadn’t heard that kind of screaming-laughter from him in years. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t noticed it right away, why she hadn’t clued in on why that shrieking sounded different compared to the other times.

And the only time he ever laughed so hysterically, so loudly and so desperately that it mimicked the cries of a man running from the Reaper itself was…was…no way.

Winry hurriedly follows the laughter to its source, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, prying the door wide open. The volume seemed to double without the muffling of the door.

And right there, was exactly what she expected.

Alphonse’ giggling was completely drowned out by the way his older brother squirmed and thrashed and laughed maniacally, trapped underneath him. Tears pooled in his eyes with the hottest blush to date sporting his entire face, even down past his neck and up to his ears. Alphonse’ hands were pinned under his arms, right at the junction of his ribs and underarm if she had to guess.

Quite a sweet spot for the other, really. She would know.

“Oh! Winry, hi!” She has to walk closer just to be able to hear Alphonse over his brother’s wordless pleas for mercy, mercy that he does not seem willing to give. “Been a while, huh? I just couldn’t help myself, sorry!”

She rolled her eyes as Edward yelped when Alphonse wiggled a hand out to start clawing at his tummy, immediately causing the former-military boy to burst into fits of screaming and giggling like a schoolgirl, his own vocals unable to decide on which to stick with.

And, well, if that wasn’t the most adorable thing she’s seen from him in so long…

“How did you even manage this in the first place?” Winry asks over the sound of Edward’s dire hyena-like cries, and Alphonse playfully sticks his tongue out. “He trusts me too much, is all!”

Okay, very fair point. Who wouldn’t trust Alphonse?

She watched in amusement, and a slight dash of concern, as Alphonse wiggled his fingers down to Edward’s hips, hoping for that other spot to tickle just as much. And, by the way Edward’s metal leg shot up like a knee-jerking response, she could safely say that was precisely the case.

“WIHIHIHIHINRY!!!” Winry raised a single eyebrow at Edward as he called for her in desperation, trying and miserably failing to claw Alphonse’s hands off of him. “HEHEHEHELP ME, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

It was hard to resist the urge to smile, so she didn’t try to hide it this time, laughing softly to herself at the way Edward vigorously shook his head, as if that would actually do something in his situation.

“You know, I remember when we were little kids and he’d be so blunt in just asking me to tickle him until he couldn't think anymore.” Alphonse reminisced happily, turning his quick skittering into deep, methodical massaging against Edward’s hip dips, causing the older brother to let out a loud gasp at the starchly different sensation, letting out loud, hearty laughter, yet thankfully not as loud as before, lest he want to break some eardrums with the sheer height of his voice.

Winry smiled with Alphonse, rolling her eyes slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed, unable to help herself as she poked around Edward’s ribs, causing the boy to jolt and squirm. “Yeah, I remember that, too. I think it was about how he wanted to ‘turn off his brain’ or something like that.”

“SHAHAHAHAT UHUHUP!!!” It was funny how flustered Edward could get, especially as they talked about him like he wasn’t even there, despite Alphonse tickling him to literal pieces, and Winry seconds away from joining the fray.

“Oh come on, Brother! You really enjoyed it back then, what changed?” Alphonse asked, even if he knew that nothing at all actually changed. If anything, Edward just grew to be more embarrassed about it, over the years.

Edward had long since given up trying to catch Alphonse’s hands, instead trying his hardest to curl away from the other and hide his face in his arms, clearly flustered out of his mind.

And you know what? Winry just had to join in.

Edward let out an honest to god squeal when Winry skittered her nails up his back with rapid speed, arching harshly as he flailed his arms back. But she’d like to make sure he doesn’t get away just yet.

“THIHIHIHIS ISN’T FAAHAHAHAIR!!! GUHUHUYS-PLEEEEAHAHAHASE!!!” Edward cried, twisting this way and that and yet failing miserably to get away from either of them. With Winry’s quick fingers scuttling all across his upper body working in tandem with Alphonse’s deep ministrations lower down, they drove Edward up the wall far too quickly.

All the poor blonde could do was laugh his heart out, babbling nonsense and, as he usually would be, completely incomprehensible to anyone but himself. He thrashed so violently that Alphonse actually struggled to stay right where he was, laughing at the way he’d get jostled and tossed about, just barely staying in place.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO, AL-AL, ALPHOHOHONSE!!! WIHIHINRY, NAHAHAHA-” Edward cackled and shrieked bloody murder, letting out an abrupt snort when Winry massaged both thumbs into his belly button.

That was just about what had killed him.

The scream he let out was brutal, almost all of Resembool must have heard him, even. Alphonse winced, scrunching his shoulders to cover his ears as Winry withdrew her own hands to protect her drums.

Alphonse replaced her thumbs with his own, eager to get to that state of mind he knew Edward still had in him, even with all this absolutely devilish screaming he did. Edward wriggled and bounced and practically convulsed, snorting between laughs, banging his head against the bed repeatedly with his yelling and cackling.

His smile was so wobbly, yet so bright and full of life, like the sun shining upon everything around them…

But for the love of God, Winry was this close to digging her own ears out!

It was definitely hilarious though.

Alphonse laughed as he finally got jostled off of Edward and knelt to the floor beside the bed, yet he was stuck to his brother like glue, tickling anywhere on his stomach he could reach, sending Edward into a tornado of disorientation, squirming this way and that as Alphonse dragged him closer to the edge of the bed.

“COME ON!!” Alphonse cheered, a little too enthusiastic about this that Winry just had to laugh. “YOU’RE ALMOST THERE, I BELIEVE IN YOU BROTHER!!!” She downright wheezed, leaning forward as she herself laughed at the sheer hilarity of the situation.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHA-NAHAHA-EHEHEHEAHAHAHA-” Edward couldn’t even make up words anymore. If this were a cartoon, his ears would be blowing steam and his eyes would be dizzy spirals, with how out of it he looked.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND-we’re done!” The moment Alphonse removed his hands, Edward completely fell off of the bed with a loud thud, gasping so dramatically that Winry thought for one worrying second that it would be the last breath he’d ever take.

She leaned over the side to look at the brothers, Alphonse sitting there giggling his ass off as Edward lay next to him, looking as if he just transcended to a whole other astral plane of existence. He was so limp he almost looked like liquid, hardly able to move a muscle.

“Brother-brother are you okay?” Alphonse muffled his laughter behind his hand as Edward couldn’t respond for minutes, just gulping down all the air that he could. Yeah, no, he doesn’t even look like he can speak for at least the next hour.

“He’s down for the count, Alphonse.” Winry hummed with a teasing little smile of her own as Alphonse sat up straighter. He chuckled, seeming victorious in his grin as he carefully scooped up his brother, setting him back down onto the bed.

Winry graciously took it upon herself to grab one of the pillows to place under his head, his body pulled onto the bed like a ragdoll.

She can't help getting a good look at him as he finally settles down, his face lit up like fire, his smile wobbly and exhausted. Eyes filled with tears both shed and unshed, cheeks tinted in those mirthful tear marks. His hair was a mess of liquid gold spread out on the pillow, and he looked truly astonishing in this moment.

"I missed this." Alphonse quietly admitted, comfortably laying his head against Edward's side. The older Elric brother physically relaxed at the weight, and she couldn't help thinking how cute they both looked together.

"Well then," Winry began with a smile. "We'll just have to do this more often."

And if she didn't hear a single complaint from Edward?

She blames it on his disorientation.

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Arkham’s Sweetheart and the Grumpy Riddle Bug

a batman rogue ticklefic uwu

A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.

anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!

It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.

Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.

Well, all but one person.

Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.

Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?

(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)

“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.

Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.

Hmph. This was worse than she thought!

“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.

He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.

Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.

He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”

Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.

“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”

From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.

Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”

Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”

She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.

“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.

Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”

“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.

“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.

Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”

He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.

These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.

If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.

She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”

“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.

After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..

“ISLEY!”

The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”

Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.

“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.

Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.

His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.

“C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.

“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.

“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.

Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”

Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”

“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.

Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.

Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.

There’s the Edward they knew and loved!

Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”

Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.

Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 16: Lee-uigi And The Tickle Tools

Luigi is just trying to get through a morning (and a day) without a lee mood plaguing him. But Mario is unintentionally making it SUPER difficult! And it doesn't help that Mario has an electric toothbrush...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user who used a <3 in their name! So I'll just call them <3 anon. I hope you enjoy!

Monday Morning: 

Luigi woke up to Mario’s alarm clock going off. He groaned and covered his face with the blanket, refusing to get up. He was too tired to get up…he didn’t want to get up. Screw work. He wanted to sleep the morning away. But…He knew he had to get up at some point. Otherwise Mario’s gonna get angry with him. 

Luigi finally pushed the blanket off himself and grabbed his phone off the nightstand table. As he made a pot of coffee, Luigi opened up his phone and looked at the notifications. But a couple notifications down, something specific caught his eye:

[1:53am] 

[trashyswitch answered your ask “I HATE being In a lee mood. I wanna be wrecked SO BADLY! PLEASE…”]

Luigi widened his eyes as he stared at the notification. She did not…SHE DID NOT…

Without thinking, Luigi clicked the notification, and opened his phone. CRAP! CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE! He closed his phone and attempted to hide the growing blush on his face before Mario noticed. Great…He knew this was going to be the only thing on his mind for the next hour, maybe even the rest of the day. And he could already feel the lee mood turning on like a simple light switch…

“Luigi?” Mario said to him, holding out a cup of coffee. 

Luigi smiled and took the coffee. “Thank you.” Luigi replied. 

“You okay? You’re a little red.” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head and sipped some coffee. “I’m fine.” Luigi told him with an attempted smile as he sat on the bed. ‘I’m not fine…I’m super flustered…HELP…’ Luigi thought to himself. 

Mario smirked. “Okay…” Mario sat down beside him on the bed. “What is it?” He asked. 

Luigi could feel the blush filling his cheeks all over again. Damn…he felt like he was doing so good hiding it too…why did Mario have to mention something?! Luigi finally sighed. “A…couple days ago, I sent my favorite author an anonymous message online. And…” Luigi opened his phone and opened the post before giving Mario the phone. 

Mario read the post bit by bit, reading Luigi’s message before reading this person’s response. Mario looked at Luigi, before looking at the sign off emoji. 

“Hat anon? That’s what you named yourself?” Mario asked, pointing to the blue ball cap emoji that was on the bottom of the message. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face for a moment. “I was in a hurry when I wrote it...” Luigi admitted. “And my hat was the first thing I saw.” 

Mario chuckled. “So…you were in such a bad lee mood…that you messaged a complete stranger about said lee mood…before telling me, your twin brother about it?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Well…sometimes telling strangers who understand, is much less scary than telling someone you’ve known your whole life.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope…not for me. With other people, it’s a lot harder to predict their responses.” Mario told him. 

Luigi hugged one of his knees to his chest. “It’s different if you know they’re part of the community…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario softened his expression. “And…I’m guessing this was before I found out about it?” Mario clarified next. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah…” 

Mario nodded his head and got up. “Well…looks like you kinda got what you were looking for. Some understanding, and a little tease.” Mario told him with a small smile, handing Luigi his phone back. 

Luigi tilted his head as he took the phone, before looking at the phone for Pocket’s response. 

[Awwww! Hi 🧢 Anon!! Wonderful to meet you! And goodness…this looks like a really bad lee mood…You need a little help with that? 😉 I don’t know when I’ll respond next, but I’ll try to help as best I can. 💜

~Pocket]

Luigi could feel the stupid blush getting darker and darker. Oh gosh…She wanted to help him?! 

Luigi shook his head and quickly closed his phone. He got off the bed and started to get himself ready for work. He made and ate a quick breakfast, gelled up his hair, shaved and pulled out his toothbrush. But at the same time, Mario walked in and grabbed his own toothbrush and toothpaste from the closet. 

Luigi paused his brushing as he stared at Mario and watched him load his toothbrush with toothpaste and turn it on. The dreaded vibration sounds filled his ears as he widened his eyes in horror. Luigi quickly went back to brushing as he tried not to lose his mind as he accidentally started imagining the toothbrush against his navel. NO, NOO, NOOOO. BAD TIMING, FINISH UP AND LEEEAVE! 

“Luigi?” Mario called, his toothbrush out of his mouth and staring at Luigi with worry. “Hello?” 

Luigi backed himself up rapidly in an attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. But he accidentally backed himself into the closed door. “OW-” Luigi opened the door and sprinted out, not even taking the time to close it while he went to the kitchen sink to finish brushing his teeth. 

Mario stared at the door with worry…and confusion. 

What……just happened? 

Mario finished up with his teeth, cleaned up his toothbrush and left the room with his toothbrush in hand. Luigi had always had a strange thing about toothbrushes, and he was now determined to find out why. “Luigi?” Mario asked, walking to the kitchen. 

Luigi was just finishing up cleaning the sink, before turning around. “Yea-” Luigi widened his eyes and froze when he saw Mario holding his toothbrush. 

Mario narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked at his own toothbrush, before looking back at Luigi as he turned the toothbrush on.

Luigi’s reaction was immediate. His face lit up in a dark red color as he whimpered and covered his mouth. “Whatareyoudoing?” Luigi attempted to ask. 

Mario turned off the toothbrush. He noted the similarities between Luigi’s reaction to his wiggling fingers from Friday night, and Luigi’s current reaction to the toothbrush. “You…are in a lee mood…” Mario said, turning the toothbrush on again and walking slightly closer. “From this…” Mario added, raising the toothbrush higher. 

Luigi whined and held out his hands in defense. “M-Mario DON’T!” Luigi begged. “You-YOUDON’TKNOW-” Luigi could feel his knees getting weaker and weaker the closer Mario got to him. 

“Know…what?” Mario asked, walking closer to Luigi. 

Luigi shook his head and backed up more. “What…toothbrushes are capable of doing to a lee…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked at the electric toothbrush. Then, he widened his eyes and smiled brightly. Something had finally clicked in his brain. “Wait, is the toothbrush used as a tool…the same way a feather is used?” Mario asked him. Quickly, he turned off the toothbrush and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario opened Google and put the words ‘Tickle Tools’ into his search bar before clicking the enter button. A couple seconds later, pictures of different things began to show up in Google images. 

Mario chose a specific picture and looked at them. “Hmmm…” Mario chuckled. “Feather dusters.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and shook his head. “NOOOoo!” Luigi whined. 

“Makeup brushes.” Mario added. 

Luigi whimpered and covered his face, starting to curl up his body. He was imagining those stupid makeup brushes against his ears. “Noooohohohoooo.” Luigi whined, growing more and more red by the second. 

Mario clicked onto another picture. “Hair brush.” Mario said. 

Luigi started shaking his head left and right as he giggled helplessly. He had started imagining hairbrushes on his feet, unintentionally causing his socked toes to curl up. 

“....Hairbrushes on the feet?” Mario asked with a little smile, watching Luigi’s feet curl up.

Luigi growled and tapped his feet. “Staaaaahahahahahaaap.” Luigi whined. 

Mario looked at a picture of an electric item on Google Images. “What…is this?” Mario asked, showing Luigi the picture. 

The moment Luigi looked at the picture, he squeaked and covered his eyes, curling his toes even more than before. NOT THAT TOOL! He could just imagine the thin thread piece in between his stupid toes. And it was making him giggle to the point of snorting now. 

Mario rolled his eyes with a laugh. “What is it?!” Mario asked. 

“YOUDON’TNEEDTOKNOW!” Luigi screamed. “Just tehehell mehehe!” Mario laughed. 

“ELECTRIHIC FLOHOHOSSER!” Luigi yelled through his laughter. 

Mario chuckled. “An electric flosser?” Mario typed ‘electric flosser’ into his search bar, and widened his eyes. “Huh…Okay. That’s a thing.” Mario reacted. 

With that decided, Mario turned off his phone and walked up. “So the reason you react like that…is because you want the toothbrush to be used on you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi pointed and flexed his feet, eventually nodding his head. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi *snort* Ihihihi kihihinda dohoho.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smiled brightly and turned off the toothbrush. “Okay.” Mario replied. 

Luigi uncovered his eye, and looked at Mario with a small bit of confusion. “Wh-Whaha-” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario took Luigi’s toothbrush from his hand, and walked back to the bathroom to put the toothbrushes away. “That’s it.” Mario repeated. “We can talk about this later.” Mario told him, putting the toothbrushes into the cups. 

Luigi just about lost his mind the moment he heard that. Excuse mE- TALK ABOUT IT LATER?! “Then-” Luigi started, before throwing his hands to his sides. “What was thE POINT OF THAT?!” Luigi yelled, growing angry. 

Mario bursted out in cackles. “Ihihi needed to know why you’re so scared of toothbrushes!” Mario told him. “And now I have my answer. So no need to worry…we can drop the conversation now.” Mario decided. 

Luigi growled and slammed his hands on the ground, mumbling curses to himself as he got up onto his feet. OH MY GOSH… What a load of horseshit. The least Mario could’ve done is tickle him for at least 2 minutes before dropping the conversation. You can’t just tease the hell out of someone, and then completely drop the freaking subject! 

THAT IS SO RUDE! 

“It’s 8:03 now…We have a bit less than 35 minutes till we have to go.” Mario said, picking up their bag of tools and placing it beside the door. Mario added the tape measure to the bag and turned around. But Mario yelped and jumped when he saw his brother standing right there in his way. “WAAH- Mamma mia…” Mario mumbled, holding his chest. “I need to get you a bell or something.” Mario told him. 

He tried to walk by Luigi, but paused when Luigi mirrored his movements, blocking his way again. 

Mario looked at Luigi. “Uhhh…” 

Luigi suddenly picked up Mario, and held him up to his own head height. “LUIGI! PUT ME DOWN!” Mario shouted, kicking his feet and grabbing at Luigi’s arms. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mario yelled, super confused. 

Luigi stayed silent as he carried Mario over to the couch. Then, he raised Mario up a slight bit higher, and threw Mario against the couch. Mario flopped into their couch and attempted to get himself up. But by the time he DID manage to get up, Luigi had flopped himself onto the couch beside him and pushed him back down. “Teasing the hell out of me?” Luigi held Mario’s hands above his head with one hand, while poking every inch of his belly with the other hand. 

“WaitwaiTWAHAIT-” Mario shouted, throwing his head back with strong, jumpy laughter. 

“Making me confess to wanting to be tickled?” Luigi continued, moving to scratch his fingers all over his belly. Mario pulled on his arms as he shook his head, laughing absolutely hysterically. “HAHAHAHA- LUUUHUHUHUHUUUU!” Mario shouted. 

“And then DROPPING THE SUBJECT…” Luigi yelled, squeezing his side. “AND LEAVING ME TO SUFFER IN THIS STRONG, UNBEARABLE LEE MOOD?!” Luigi yelled next, poking at the belly button region. 

“LUIHIHIGIII MEHEHERDAHAHA-” Mario shouted. 

Luigi stopped tickling and let go of his brother’s hands. “And then only giving me 35 minutes to try and pull myself together in time for work?! To make sure I don’t act like a flustered fool in front of our potential future customers?!” Luigi added. “It…” Luigi growled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person in the community.” Luigi told him. “It’s like pissing off a person…and then forcing them to shove all that anger down and pull themself back together in less than 20 minutes. It…” Luigi sighed and got off of Mario. 

Mario was breathing somewhat heavily while holding his stomach. He took another moment to breathe before sitting himself up and fixing his hat. “God…” Mario muttered, scratching his stomach to try and rid himself of the funny tickly feelings. But scratching his own stomach only tickled himself more. He quickly wiped his stomach off in an attempt to stop the stupid feelings. And…it worked?

Wait…

He looked at his own stomach. “Luigi…” Mario said. 

Luigi looked at Mario and softened his expression. “Hm?” 

“...You described something as a…after tickles or something…” Mario attempted to explain. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows slightly. “...Phantom tickles?” Luigi asked. 

“Yeah…” Mario said. “...Is that…when you feel ticklish feelings despite not…” Mario struggled to explain it, wiggling his fingers to show Luigi. 

For some strange reason, Luigi didn’t grow flustered from Mario’s fingers…not this time. If anything, he only treated it as a hand sign. 

“Mhm…” Luigi finally replied. 

Mario looked at his stomach, before hugging his stomach tightly. “Ihi think I know what you mean…” Mario admitted, looking up at Luigi with slight embarrassment. 

Luigi uncrossed his arms. “About phantom tickles?” 

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…but also the other thing…” Mario said. He paused for a moment and looked down at his stomach. “...The…feeling of being flustered and then having to cover that up immediately…” Mario tried to say. “The…” Mario gave up his words, and shook his head. “...I’m sorry, Luigi.” Mario told him flat out. 

Luigi huffed and smiled a bit. “It’s fine.” He said, getting up. “But for future reference…” Luigi pointed to the side, before looking at Mario. “A couple of pokes. That is all you need to do in order to calm me down from a flustering lee mood.” Luigi told him. 

Mario tilted his head. “R…Really? You don’t even need a full tickle…fight? Just a couple pokes?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “Most of the time, that’s all I need.” Luigi clarified. 

Mario narrowed his eyes as he got up off the couch. “...And what happens if that’s not enough?” Mario asked. 

“If it doesn’t fully work, then I’ll take what I can get. Then I’ll calm myself down the rest of the way.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded his head and looked at his watch. 

[8:36am] 

“We gotta go.” Mario told him. 

Luigi grabbed the bag of plumbing tools and opened the door. “After you.” Luigi told him. 

“Thanks, lee.” Mario teased. 

Luigi’s face changed from casual, to shocked and slightly impressed. “E-Excuse me?” Luigi reacted. 

Mario chuckled. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep with your phone open, Lu.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “H-How much did you see?” he asked. 

“Oh boy… Uh…” Mario started to quote a couple of the sentences. “You saying ‘Help I’m dying’...then this Jin person saying ‘Ha suffer, lee’...and then you denying it…then Jin saying ‘Lee-uigi’...” Mario kept going. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face. Fucking wonderful…Mario now knows about one of his online friends… “mmmmmmmm great…” Luigi mumbled. 

“So, is the word ‘lee’ considered an embarrassing nickname?” Mario asked. 

Luigi sighed. “Kinda…People don’t like admitting they’re in a lee mood most of the time…” Luigi admitted. 

“Okay…So if you’re in a lee mood…then can I start calling you Lee-uigi?” Mario asked with the most innocent look on his face. 

Luigi grabbed Mario’s hat and slapped it into Mario’s face. “Eat it, moron.” Luigi told him, before jumping onto the floating bricks. 

Mario fell back a bit and put his hat back onto his own head, before catching up with Luigi. He hopped onto the bricks and jumped headfirst into the pipe, following after his brother. When they both popped out from the other side of the pipe, Mario and Luigi hopped into their car, and started to drive to their first location. 

“So…Jin sounds like a teasy stronzo.” Mario said. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yup…But despite his evil ler side…he is a pretty hilarious lee. But he’s got a huge, strong shell that you have to strategically crack open to get him to admit it.” Luigi explained. 

Mario wheezed. “Wooow.” He reacted. “How long have you known each other?” Mario asked. 

“Well…I don’t know…A while.” Luigi replied. 

Mario turned the van to the left. “Are there more friends of yours that I should know about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit. “Ummm…” He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, actually…but…How about I show you their profiles on break. Alright?” Luigi offered. 

“Okay.” Mario replied. “Lee-uigi.” Mario teased with a few laughs. 

Luigi tensed his lips and poked Mario’s side in retaliation. 

“WAHA!” Mario guffawed, slapping Luigi’s hand as he continued to drive the van. “Don’t be trying to turn the tables, signore. I’m too ler for you to handle.” Mario joked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his eyes. “That’s…No.” Luigi complained. 

“You see? I’m ler-ning how to properly tease you.” Mario joked next. 

“Shut up.” Luigi complained with an embarrassed smile, covering his face. 

“What? I’m just taking advantage of a good ler-pportunity.” Mario teased. 

Luigi turned the music on blast. “Sorry, WHAT?” Luigi yelled with a smirk. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF GREEN DAY!” Luigi yelled before screaming the lyrics to ‘American Idiot’ as they drove down the main roads of Brooklyn. 

[trashyswitch]

Day 25: Gang Tickles

Thomas Sanders is experiencing burn out, and needs some sort of break. Logan calls up the other sides, having seemingly prepared for this moment a while back. And thankfully, it ends up being exactly what Thomas needs.

I'm a day laaaaate...fuck. Whatever...it's here. Have it. Hope you enjoy.

Thomas had been struggling mentally for a while. It’s been tough trying to keep on top of his new video series’, while also trying to get Sanders Sides videos put together on the side. The man needed a break…badly. 

Thomas put his laptop down onto the table and headed to the kitchen for a snack. If he was going to try and feel better, he needed a good snack to do it. 

“If you’re looking for a good snack choice, mind if I provide a suggestion?” Someone said behind him. 

Thomas turned around, and smiled a bit at the man in the tie and glasses. “Sure.” Thomas replied. 

“Crofters sandwich.” Logan told him. 

Thomas smiled brightly and pulled out a wrapper filled with bagels. “I’ll do you one better: Crofters bagel sandwich.” He said.

Logan smirked. “Oooh, good choice.” He replied. Thomas removed a bagel from the bag and opened it up before putting it into his toaster. He leaned against the toaster, looking somewhat bored as he waited for the toaster to finish cooking his bagel. 

Logan noticed his look of dissatisfaction. “Hmm…It would appear that your daily battle of ‘adulting’ is driving you closer to burn out.” Logan told him. 

Thomas sighed. “You couldn’t be more correct.” Thomas replied. 

“Though I know a distraction is needed, I don’t believe a day of chores will help in this specific circumstance.” Logan mentioned. “Shall I consult Patton?” Logan asked. 

Thomas chuckled. “Sure.” He replied. 

“Very well. Patton?” Logan called. 

“Hiya kiddo!” Patton declared, before giving Logan a hug. “Kiddo #1…” Patton kissed Logan’s cheek before running up to Thomas. “And kiddo #2!” Patton declared. 

Thomas took the hug and kiss, before looking at Patton with surprise, but slight eagerness. “Hi, Patton. What are you so happy about?” Thomas asked. “I’m just really happy to see you two!” He admitted. 

Thomas narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh…” Thomas muttered. 

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Patton…What are in your pockets?” He asked. 

Patton giggled and took a couple fuzzy peaches out of his pocket. “...Fuzzy peaches.” He replied. 

Logan sighed. “Okay…” He mumbled. 

Patton groaned. “But I was hungry…” he whined. 

Logan cleared his throat. “Thomas is feeling down, and I don’t know how to help.” Logan admitted. 

Patton looked at Thomas. “Oh, my sweet baby…” He cupped Thomas’s cheeks and gave Thomas another hug. “Not to worry, Logie-bear. I know the perfect remedy for days like this.” Patton replied. “It’s a remedy that’s often recommended by Dr. Picani, and it has a 95% success rate!” Patton added. 

Logan narrowed his eyes. “There is no such remedy that could present such odds.” Logan mentioned. “That’s because you’re not thinking outside the box!” Patton reacted. “But Roman, however…” Patton whistled like he would a puppy, and watched as Roman rose up into the kitchen. 

Well…more like a cardboard box…but a cardboard box that a wild Roman had quickly jumped out of! “Never, ever fear…For thy Roman is here~” Roman declared. 

Logan hummed. “I understand what you mean by ‘thinking outside the box’ now.” Logan replied. 

Roman took Thomas’s phone from the kitchen counter and called someone. “Mind coming up? We’re ready for Operation giggle-thon!” Roman declared. 

“Here.” Virgil said in front of Thomas. 

“Sneaky snake reporting for duty.” Janus declared. 

“Would feathers be allowed?” Remus asked, holding up about 10 feathers. 

“Spoilers, Remus.” Roman mumbled. 

Thomas widened his eyes as he saw the feathers, as well as the gang together. Uh oh…This is not good.

Logan smirked. “On three.” 

Patton smirked and wiggled his fingers. “One…” 

Virgil wiggled his fingers as well. “Twooo…” 

Thomas squeaked and tried to run away, but was stopped by Patton and Roman. “Three!” Roman declared before picking up Thomas in his hands, bridal-style. “Operation Giggle-tron!” Roman declared. 

Before Thomas could comprehend it, 5 of the sides had started tickling him! The 5 sides all started off by tickling his belly, earning them a squeal of surprise and fits of laughter from their main man. “eeEEEEEHEEEEEK! BAAAhahahahahahaha!” Thomas laughed, shaking his head as he attempted to cover up his belly. But alas, it was a fruitless attempt. Nothing could stop those 10 hands from tickling his sensitive tummy. 

But then, things REALLY started when the boys dispersed to different spots. 

Logan tickled up and down his left ribs, while Virgil tickled the right side of his ribs. This alone made Thomas’s voice go up an octave. “WAHAHAIT! Cohohome ohohon!” Thomas laughed, wiggling around a slight bit more. 

Roman smiled brightly as he watched Patton tickle Thomas’s very sensitive neck. “Pahahat ihihif yohou somuchas-” Thomas wheezed and leaned his head back right as Patton’s fingers touched down. “PAHAHAT-” Thomas let out several giggles at once, making him sound almost like a witch for a moment. “HAHAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIHIT!” Thomas cackled, loosely covering his mouth with his hand. 

Remus had taken out his phone and started recording the entire thing so he had blackmail material for Thomas’s friends. And Janus…oh boy…Janus was just watching all this take place, more happier to both narrate Remus’s video AND tease Thomas at the same time. 

“So out of all the spots on your person…what is the most ticklish spot?” Janus asked him. 

“SHUHUT UHUHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas cackled. 

“Ah, I see. I suppose I’m gonna have to guess.” Janus replied. “So...When I say the spot, I want the person tickling that spot to keep going. But everyone else must stop.” Janus decided. 

“Okay!” They all said at once. 

“Okay. We’ll start with Virgil on…” Janus looked at his hands in front of him, which were both out in the shape of an L. “Right side.” Janus said. 

“Wow…You actually know your right from your left.” Virgil said with a smirk as Logan and Patton stopped tickling. “So tell me, Thomas…how bad is this spot?” Janus asked casually…too casually. 

“Bahahahad ehenohohohough!” Thomas admitted. 

“Hmm…” Janus wrote [R. Ribs: giggly/10] in a notebook he had conjured up in his hand. “Alright.” Janus smiled and looked up at Patton. “The neck is next.” Janus said. 

Patton nodded and started tickling Thomas’s neck. Thomas wheezed, sounding almost shocked as the cackles left his mouth. “PAHAHAT NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas shouted. 

“Now Thomas…How would you rate this tickle spot out of 10?” Janus asked. 

“IHIHIHIT’S BRUTAHAHAHAL!” Thomas yelled. 

“I see. Anything to declare?” Janus asked next. 

“FUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!” Thomas shouted at him. 

Janus bursted out laughing. “Wooow!” Janus reacted. 

Patton gasped and cupped his cheeks from above him. “I’m gonna make you regret that little slip-up.” Patton warned. 

“Save the pettiness for later, Pat.” Logan said before looking at Janus. 

[Neck: FUCK/10] 

Janus then clicked the pen and looked up. “Logan, left ribs.” Janus said. 

Logan looked at Janus as Patton’s fingers stopped, and his own fingers started. Logan’s fingers were slightly quicker than Virgil’s hands, which made for an interesting new perspective. 

Janus smiled. “Onto the last spot: what are your thoughts on your left ribs’ sensitivity?” Janus asked. 

“Tihihihicklihihish, buhuhuhut nohohot ihihintolerablhlhle.” Thomas admitted. 

“Fair enough.” Janus replied, writing it down in his notebook. 

[L. Ribs: Tolerable/10] 

Janus clicked the pen and closed the notebook before looking at the other sides. “Alright. What’s next?” Janus asked. 

Roman smirked and walked towards the couch with Thomas in his arms. “Onto the couch you go!” Roman said as he gently threw him onto the couch. 

Thomas fell to the couch in one fell swoop, and sat up. “What are you-” Thomas gasped as he saw all the sides pull him into a big, cuddly group hug. Thomas laughed and happily took the hugs from the sides. 

“So…Was this a good break from adultery?” Patton asked. 

“Patton…” Logan muttered. 

Thomas chuckled. “I know what he meant.” he said. “And yes…It was.” 

Roman smirked as he looked at Remus for a moment. “But a little reminder of Thomas’s little mistake from a few seconds ago…” Roman mentioned. 

Thomas tilted his head. “Mistake? What mistake?” Thomas asked. 

“The fact that you used the word ‘fuck’?” Remus mentioned, looking down at Thomas with a smirk.

Thomas widened his eyes and cringed, closing them. Remus…Why would you mention that…

Patton smirked. “Riiiight…Thaaat mistake.” He mentioned. “In that case…” Patton adjusted his own glasses and started poking Thomas’s ribs. “Wanna continue the giggle-thon?” He asked. 

Thomas jumped and bit his lip. “Uhuhuuuuh…” Thomas muttered. 

The boys practically doggy-piled onto Thomas and absolutely wrecked the man once more. Thomas was not getting out of this ‘giggle-thon’ without a little extra playful discipline. 

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 9: Hashtag Touch Starved

Luigi wakes up the next morning, and reminisces about old memories from his time in the Mushroom Kingdom. After making Mario some breakfast...they chat a bit more about the truth behind the Tickle Community.

I want to take a moment to wish my newest friend @theybibsxi, a very happy birthday! Congratulations on surviving another 365 days! XD And welcome to the silly squad!

And as for everyone else, I hope you all enjoy!

The next morning…it was bright, and warm…comforting too. If Luigi could think of a brief descriptive explanation for this morning, he would easily say “It felt a little bit like heaven”. Though, that also could’ve been because…It also happened to be Saturday…aka, their weekend off. So knowing it was their weekend, made their morning already better. But…For Luigi…that better morning tripled. 

Luigi woke up rather peacefully. He rolled himself onto his back and sighed softly, looking at the ceiling. He felt proud of himself…Like, genuinely proud of himself. He had finally explained his love for tickling to his twin brother. Though it was anxiety-inducing at first, it got so much easier to handle over time. The hardest part was the confession…and he didn’t even need to do that! Luigi only needed to explain the slang and the trade secrets hidden within the community. And…he was proud of himself for doing that. 

Luigi couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up on his lips. He could hear the slightly muffled sound of birds chirping outside. He looked at the window, looking to see if there were any birds or parrots sitting on the window sill. But despite the pretty sky and the clouds, the window sill appeared to be quite empty. So, he looked away from the window and lifted his head slightly to look over at the door window. That window showed more of the hills and valleys of trees that surrounded the general house location. Sometimes Luigi still struggled to believe they had found such a beautiful place by accident. Though it took a bit longer for Luigi to see the beautiful side of the Mushroom Kingdom, he was more than awestruck by its beauty and was immediately eager to explore the beautiful, country-like landscape the Mushroom Kingdom provided. 

He looked down with a slightly wider smile when he remembered the first time he saw Mario eating a powerup mushroom in front of him. Mario had found a couple brick blocks that were in the way. Eager to get rid of them, Mario pulled out a powerup. And to Luigi’s surprise, it looked like a mushroom! Mario hates Mushrooms! How is he- 

…And then he remembered dropping his jaw the moment he saw Mario shoving it down in one bite. HOLY- WHEN DID MARIO LIKE MUSHROOMS?! Just a few weeks earlier, he had complained about tiny, cut up mushrooms being on his plate! And that same person, had JUST EATEN A WHOLE MUSHROOM IN ONE GO! Who is this person?! And what the heck happened to the brother he knew so well?! But when he saw Mario get taller from the powerup, he smiled and crossed his arms. He literally ate a mushroom that had the magical ability to make him taller and stronger. Maybe the need to feel taller and stronger, especially for Mario, was worth the bad taste of the mushroom. 

And then Luigi got to try the mushroom…It was the weirdest thing, seeing all his limbs get bigger in a matter of seconds. It scared him at first, to be completely honest. But when he opened his eyes again, he couldn’t believe how much he had grown! And the energy burst! He felt like he could sprint and jump around nonstop for hours! It felt incredible! And overtime, Mario and Peach took their time helping him learn about the power ups and abilities he could have if he found them. 

Luigi couldn’t help the silent little laugh that left his mouth when memories of his first fire flower filled his mind. He remembered seeing the fire flower just growing in the grass. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He remembered bringing his hand slightly close to the flower, and feeling its warmth. 

And Peach had told him to place his hand closer to the fire. And when he did, his whole hand lit up with fire! Luigi remembered actually panicking at first, thinking the fire was going to spread to the rest of his body and burn him. He remembered he had started shrieking and shaking his arm around, unintentionally causing fireballs to fly absolutely everywhere! Mario and Peach both managed to somehow dodge every flying fireball in order to get to Luigi. And when they did, Mario had to physically hold Luigi’s arm still to stop any more fireballs from leaving his palm while he attempted to calm his brother down. 

With Mario and Peach’s help, Luigi soon realized that the fire wasn’t actually burning him. Yes, his arm was on fire…but his sleeves and skin were still perfectly intact. Not only that, but his clothes had actually changed colors as well! And that fact absolutely blew his mind the first time! Finally, Luigi managed to understand that he wasn’t really in danger…and with time, he even figured out how to control this power and shoot the fireballs. It was a learning process that no one had originally thought they needed to prepare for. 

Luigi looked over at Mario’s bed, and smiled a bit when he saw Mario tossing a bit in his sleep. Curious, Luigi looked at the time on his clock: 

[8:52am]

He smiled and started to get himself out of bed. He walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and started to grab some things from the fridge. He pulled out the eggs, the bacon, the cream, the shaved ham, and the cheese before closing the fridge. In the cupboard, he pulled out the bag of bread. In another cupboard, he grabbed the salt and pepper. And on the counter, he grabbed the butter before grabbing a knife, a fork and a spatula from the drawer. With everything in place, Luigi prepared to make Mario’s favorite breakfast. 

Luigi started by putting a smaller pan onto the stove. He sprayed the pan with cooking spray, and walked himself over to the other counter that held his ingredients. There, he cracked three eggs into the bowl like he usually did: one-handed. Luigi poured a small bit of cream into the egg mix, before adding a couple pinches of salt and a tiny sprinkle of pepper. Then, he walked to the pan, turned on the stove, and mixed the eggs all together while he waited for the pan to heat up. When it was warm enough, Luigi poured the egg mix into the pan, and let the eggs settle into its usual circular shape. 

While that was happening, Luigi grabbed out a bigger-sized pan, and turned on the heat. Then, he opened up the package of bacon, and placed as many little pieces of bacon as he could into the pan. He managed to fit 7 bacon strips into the pan, before grabbing the tongs and watching it cook for a bit. Luigi put down the tongs, believing he may not need them for a bit. But the moment those tongs touched the counter, a pair of hands poked and squeezed Luigi’s sides. 

Luigi shrieked and straightened his back, covering his mouth with shock before letting out little fits of giggles. 

The person walked over to the right to look at Luigi. “Good morning, Lu-Lu~!” The person teased, revealing themself to be Mario. 

Luigi looked to the right to see his brother. “Gohohohood morning, Mario!” Luigi reacted. He let out a breath of relief as he held his own chest. “I didn’t see you get up. I thought you were still asleep!” Luigi admitted. 

“Well I was…” Mario admitted. “But then I heard eggs cracking, mixing, a small bit of sizzling…all the signs of an amazing breakfast.” Mario said. 

Luigi nodded as he grabbed the egg pan and flipped the omelette over almost perfectly. Mario chuckled a bit as he saw his brother work with the food almost like a professional chef. “Another thing you get from Mama:” Mario poked his elbow. “Impeccable cooking skill.” Mario added. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “It’s just eggs, Mario. People learn that when they’re 13.” Luigi reminded him. 

“You and Mama also have this thing where you can make every activity look so fun and easy…” Mario admitted. 

Luigi tilted his head. “I do?” 

Mario nodded. “Yeah. Like now, even. You flipped the omelette perfectly without a second thought. The way you hold your spatula makes you look like you’re a natural.” Mario added. “Heck, you could even make homework look fun.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi chuckled. “I really don’t mean to.” Luigi told him. “With cooking, I just kinda…let autopilot take over. I know what I’m doing.” Luigi admitted, before chuckling. “And I seriously doubt I could make homework look fun.” Luigi added. 

“Maybe not fun, but you made it look much easier than it is.” Mario clarified. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “A lot of the math concepts just happened to make sense to me. I’ll still never understand why you hated doing Area and Perimeter so much. Algebra, maybe. But Area and Perimeter?” Luigi added. “And believe it or not, division —no matter how complicated it gets— is basic stuff you need to know.” Luigi added as he sprinkled some cheese and ham onto the omelette.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Says the one who messed up the three there's' all throughout high school.” Mario teased. 

Luigi scoffed as he flipped half of the omelette over, and squished it down. “At least I didn’t proclaim with confidence that 4 x 4 = 8…and then explain my thinking by saying ‘I used mental math’.” Luigi teased. 

Mario widened his eyes and looked away, embarrassed. That stupid mistake from 6th grade STILL haunts him to this day…

But then Mario looked at Luigi and narrowed his eyes at him. “At least I didn’t tell people that Wednesday was spelled W-E-N-D-S-D-A-Y.” Mario clapped back. 

Luigi widened his eyes and froze. He had completely forgotten about that…and now Mario had re-reminded him of that horrifying mistake. It was enough to make him cringe in pain and embarrassment. Luigi shook his head and quickly focused on putting the finished bacon onto the plate. “Maybe I did…” Luigi said. “But we got it correct eventually, right?” Luigi asked. 

“The point I was trying to make is…you’re not afraid to show off your skills. And that’s good.” Mario said, reverting back to the old conversation. 

Luigi turned off the stove and dumped the bacon oil into a small bowl to harden. “Thank you.” Luigi finished, before grabbing a fork and placing it onto the plate. “Breakfast is served.” Luigi told him, placing the plate in front of him.

Mario took the fork and happily cut a bite-sized piece of omelette with his fork. Popping it into his mouth, Mario visibly relaxed as the eggs practically melted in his mouth. “I…have no idea how you do it.” Mario admitted, cutting another piece of omelette with his fork. 

Luigi tilted his head. “Is it really that good?” Luigi asked, a bit surprised. 

Mario put the omelette piece he had just cut, right onto Luigi’s unused plate before cutting a third piece for himself. “Try it yourself. It’s SO good.” Mario told him. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders and popped the piece of omelette into his mouth. Luigi took his time processing the taste on his tongue. “Okay, okay.” Luigi replied, covering his mouth somewhat with the back of his hand as he nodded. 

“It is taking everything in me to not devour this thing like an animal. I’m not even kidding.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. What is up with all the compliments today? It’s been almost never ending ever since he woke up. The only time they paused the compliments, was so they could tease each other about the mistakes they made in school. And that lasted only a few seconds! 

Luigi could feel a slight blush showing up on his cheeks. “Thank you. I’m…” Luigi looked at Mario with genuine contentment in his eyes. “I’m really glad I can use my skills to make you happy.” Luigi expressed. 

Mario choked a small bit of his omelette, and looked at Luigi with confusion and slight worry. He swallowed his food. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Uh…yeah. Why?” Luigi asked. 

Mario pointed at him with the fork. “Because that…did NOT sound like a Luigi response…at all.” Mario told him. “That…actually sounded a lot like the scripted words of an English major, or the outward monologue of a novel writer.” Mario told him. “I think that writer’s influencing you.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes and chuckled, taking it as a compliment. “Huh…that’s ironic, considering I didn’t even open my phone yet today.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “What’s their name again? Something about ‘switch’?” Mario asked. 

Luigi blushed and tittered a bit. “TrashySwitch.” Luigi replied. “But she goes by the nickname ‘Pocket’ too.” Luigi replied. 

“She?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded. “Yeah. Pocket is a girl.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded as took a bite of the bacon. He hummed as he widened his eyes, staring at the bacon for a moment. “Who taught you how to make bacon?” Mario asked somewhat casually. 

Luigi looked around awkwardly. “Uhh…Dad did.” Luigi admitted, a small blush showing up on his cheeks. 

“You-” Mario swallowed and pointed to the bacon. “You cooked it exactly how Dad did! I think you even chose the same brand and flavor!” Mario reacted. “This is literally bringing back memories of our childhood!” Mario reacted. “How in the-” 

Luigi’s blush deepened in shade as he heard his brother compliment him for the upteenth time that morning. “M-Mario…” Luigi muttered. 

“What?” Mario asked, before looking at Luigi. Right away, Mario noticed the blush on his face, and tilted his head. “What?” He asked, confused. 

“Ihi appreciate the compliments-a Mario, but…” Luigi couldn’t help the little giggle that left his mouth. “Buhut you’re reaching a point where it’s too much!” Luigi admitted. “You keep going, and you’re gonna milk it.” Luigi warned. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him as he smirked. “So I guess compliments make you blush too?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked to the side, nodding his head. “Are compliments a part of the tickle community too?” Mario asked next. 

Luigi widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen yet again. “W-What- No, Mario- I-” 

Mario wheezed and laughed out loud. “Oho my god- are my compliments putting you into a ticklee mood?!” Mario teased. 

Luigi suddenly frowned and started pouting. “......Nooo.” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario guffawed. “That’s a lie and a half…” He muttered, taking another bite of his bacon. 

Luigi smiled a bit, playing with his overall button while embarrassment took over. 

“So…what do you usually do when you’re in a lee...ticklee?” Mario paused before shrugging his shoulders. “What do you do to help your lee mood?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Honestly…I always tried to read those stories and just daydream…” Luigi admitted. “Or I take time to remember memories of being tickled in the past, and just…let myself fall down that wholesome rabbit hole.” 

Mario smiled with sadness in his eyes. “That’s the epitome of reading stories about cuddling, and then sitting in your sorrow because you’re not being cuddled.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi looked at Mario with shock. He smiled a bit and looked down, a bit of sadness in his own eyes. “Yeah…I…” Luigi bit his lip and leaned on the island. He sniffled as he attempted to hold back his tears. Something about that brief summary really jabbed him in the heart. 

Mario looked up at him, showing confusion and a bit of worry. “What…Did I say something wrong?” Mario asked. 

Luigi shook his head. “No no, you didn’t. You actually nailed it on the head.” Luigi replied. “But…um…” He let out a breath. “The tickle community is not just a community of people that enjoy being tickled and teased…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario nodded and took a bite of his second piece of bacon. “I figured there was more than just a love of tickling involved.” Mario admitted. “So where does the enjoyment come from?” Mario asked. 

Luigi scratched his head. “Well…” He thought for a moment. “The tickle community seems to have an appreciation for cuddles, hugs, and other forms of affection besides tickling.” Luigi admitted. “The most common age for the tickle community seems to be people between the age of 12, to 20 years old…which is the age range where parents seem to lessen their physical love with their children.” Luigi told him. “Other tickle community members aged 20 and up, tend to be single or in an online relationship, which drastically limits their ability to experience affection.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario bit his lip. “I see…” Mario muttered. “So…when I reached teenagehood, I was ready to move on from physical love from our parents. Not completely, but I didn’t need to be coddled like a toddler anymore. I wanted to be my own person with my own opinions and thoughts.” Mario explained. 

Luigi nodded. “I know, I did too. I wanted to become my own person as well.” Luigi said back. “But when I reached adulthood…I began to struggle with being lonely.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked down, attempting to recall any moments he looked lonely. But…he couldn’t even think of one. “But…you were never alone. We were inseparable our whole lives.” Mario said. “I never wanted you to be lonely. I made sure you weren’t alone.” Mario told him. “Did me being there help you at all?” 

Luigi thought for a moment. “It should’ve…” Luigi replied, before shaking his head. “One thing about the community is…I learned that being alone and being lonely are two different things.” Luigi admitted. “I knew that you were there for me, and loved me. But…” Luigi swallowed the lump in his throat that was aching for him to start crying. He tried really hard to keep it together. “I still felt isolated.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario popped another piece of omelette into his mouth and put the fork down, before adjusting himself in his chair. “It sounds like you’ve been dealing with this for a lot longer than a year and a half.” Mario admitted, looking at him. 

Luigi lowered his hat bill slightly to hide the tears that were threatening to leave his eyes. “Since age 17, I think.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked up at Luigi, and counted on his fingers from age 17, to Luigi’s current age. Then, Mario froze as he stared at his fingers. “6 years?” Mario asked with shock. “You’ve been hiding this information for 6 years?” Mario asked, his voice filled with shock, with horror painted on his face.

Luigi widened his eyes as he thought about it a bit more. He looked at Mario’s fingers, and was taken aback. “Has it really been that long?!” Luigi asked, not believing the number at first. 

Mario blinked, not sure how to react. “I…guess. You said age 17, and we’re both 23 now.” Mario replied. He shook his head as he put his hands down. “But…why didn’t you say anything?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled dryly as he hugged himself with a sad smile on his face. He knew Mario was going to ask him that question. He knew it had been coming for ages now. But…that didn’t make his answer any less heartbreaking. He looked Mario in the eyes. “You never liked being touched by anyone other than me. Even then, you didn’t like too much touch. You have your limits, and you made that evident with everyone long ago.” Luigi told him. 

Mario softened his expression and looked away, biting his lip. 

“So knowing that, I assumed that you never struggled with loneliness.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed. “And you assumed correctly. I rarely ever struggled with loneliness.” Mario admitted. 

“So…I guess I assumed that even if I told you, you likely wouldn’t understand.” Luigi explained. “So…I never bothered to bring it up.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed and fixed his hat. “Honestly…You’re right.” Mario said. “I wouldn’t have understood. And…I still don’t fully understand…because I’m not as much of a touchy-feely guy.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi nodded. “But that shouldn’t stop me from trying to understand.” Mario told him. He got out of his chair and walked up to Luigi’s side. “If it’s hugs, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection that you desperately need…” Mario placed his hand on Luigi’s arm. “Then please let me know.” Mario told him.

Luigi looked at Mario, before tilting his head. “But what if I ask too often? And what if I hold you for too long?” Luigi asked. 

“Knowing that you need it, will justify both of those questions. Plus, you can’t ask too often. If you need it, then you ask for it.” Mario replied. “And I don’t want you to worry about holding me for too long. It will take a bit of getting used to, but…You’ve accommodated me your whole life.” Mario gave Luigi a big hug. “It’s time for me to accommodate you.” Mario said. 

Luigi widened his eyes for a moment, before squeezing them shut and hugging Mario just as securely. He had tried so hard to keep his tears in up until this point. But when Mario hugged him, that’s when the dam finally broke open. Luigi held onto Mario for a few minutes, refusing to let go, even when Mario’s hugging limit would’ve been over by now. He was tired of accommodating other people...and Mario said it’s okay. So…it has to be okay. 

Right now…he just really needed to be held. 

Mario began to gently rub his back as he let Luigi hug him. The hug was lasting a lot longer than he’s used to. He normally had his limit with hugs, which Luigi knew all too well. However…Mario could sense how much Luigi needed the longer hug. So…Mario let Luigi hug him for as long as he needed. 

Luigi let go of Mario after 10-15 minutes, before attempting to wipe his tears away. Mario chuckled and grabbed Luigi a kleenex, before wiping a few of the tears off Luigi’s cheeks with the kleenex. “So…What’s the tickling community really about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “It’s…a community of touch-starved people who just want to be hugged, cuddled, teased and tickled.” Luigi replied. 

Mario chuckled. “Alright. So you got your hug. So which other options did you want now?” Mario asked. 

Luigi tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Luigi asked. 

Mario giggled. “What you said to describe the community. Do you wanna be cuddled? Do you wanna be teased? Or do you wanna be tickled?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked down with a smile, feeling the little blush filling his face. “Uuuhuh…” Luigi mumbled. “The…The third one…” Luigi admitted, touching his index fingers together. 

“What’s the third one?” Mario asked, crossing his arms. 

“...Y-You know…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Can you say it?” Mario asked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face with his hands. 

Mario laughed at this reaction. “I’m not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want.” Mario let him know. 

Luigi uncovered his right eye by splitting his index and middle finger apart. “Hmm?” Luigi hummed. 

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.” Mario told him. 

“B-But-But-” Luigi argued. 

Mario shook his head and held up his hands as a warning. “No, no-” Mario smirked. “You want to tell me about this stuff? You gotta say the word.” Mario told him. 

Luigi whined and covered up his right eye again. He could feel his blush spreading to the tops of his ears. Mario seriously wanted him to say the word?! Now!? And Mario’s seriously not gonna give him tickles until he says it?! HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT’S A THING IN THE COMMUNITY?!

Luigi finally uncovered his face and looked at Mario. “Iwanttobetickled.” Luigi said as quickly as he could. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. You were mumbling. Can you say it again?” Mario asked, making it even more embarrassing by cupping his own ear and bringing it closer to Luigi’s face. 

Luigi squeaked and covered his mouth, whining in agony. Why must Mario embarrass him like this?! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?! HE DID NOTHING! THIS IS SOOO MEAN!

Mario giggled at his reaction, before crossing his arms. “In order for you to get what you want, you’re gonna have to learn to tell me.” Mario told him. “That means learning how to say ‘Tickle’ in a casual sentence.” Mario told him. 

Finally, Luigi uncovered his mouth and let out a slow breath. “I would like to be tickled.” Luigi finally managed to let out. 

Mario smiled brightly. Wow! The man can do it! It’s not an impossible feat for his brother after all! Mario was thoroughly impressed. But he wasn’t done yet. “What’s the magic word?” Mario teased. 

Luigi huffed, feeling a slight bit of embarrassed anger. “Can you please tickle me?” Luigi asked calmly. 

Mario smirked as he noticed the anger on his brother’s face. “Nope. Not with that attitude.” Mario replied. 

Luigi dropped his jaw and covered his mouth, growling in anger. “MARIO-” 

Mario bursted out laughing and held his hands up in arrest. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Mario replied. “I’ll tickle you.” He said, bringing Luigi out of the kitchen and into the bedroom area. “Okay. Spread your arms.” Mario told him. 

Luigi looked away, struggling to hide his embarrassment as he brought his arms out beside him. He closed his eyes, waiting impatiently for the tickles to begin. 

Suddenly, the fingers touched down right on his armpits! Luigi screeched and bursted out cackling as he felt his body drop to the floor. Mario followed Luigi to the floor, and continued to tickle him in as many places as he had access to. And as you can imagine, the shorter twin had access to a lot of tickle spots. And if he’d be allowed to, Mario wanted to give special attention to every ticklish spot on Luigi’s body. 

Meanwhile, Luigi let himself laugh, giggle, squeal and snort all he wanted to. He felt like he really deserved it. As he was tickled, Luigi couldn’t help but notice the feeling of freedom he was currently experiencing. He could finally just laugh his heart out without the need to be cautious or too suspicious. It felt like he had finally opened his wings to finally let himself fly with the breeze. And…it felt overwhelming, but empowering. The time of hiding his secret is finally over. 

[trashyswitch]

Day 23: Incoherent

Jonah and Adam are taking the long drive to a client's address to help a lady bring her dead cat to heaven. On the way, Jonah accidentally finds out a funny secret about Adam, which only temporarily distracts him from the alternates that start to plague them...

A Mandela Catalogue fanfic! Who would've guessed? I hope you enjoy!

Jonah and Adam were sitting in the car, driving to this person’s location. They had scored a deal with a woman who claimed she had been experiencing a cat ghost. Though they would be staying 3 nights at the stranger’s house, the woman offered them $500 a night, which was A LOT, especially for a call and request that had almost nothing to do with alternates. 

They drove in the car, occasionally switching drivers so they each could get a break. It was tiring driving for hours on end. And though Adam could drive for at least 3 hours, Jonah felt bad for having Adam drive so much. So, he offered to drive for a while. 

“You sure?” Adam asked. “Cause I could still go another hour.” He told him. 

“Positive. You should take some time to rest.” Jonah told him. 

Adam shrugged his shoulders and pulled over for a moment. “Fine.” He said as he turned the steering wheel. Jonah waited for the car to be put into park, before taking off his seatbelt and hopping out of the car. They switched spots with Adam in the passenger side and Jonah in the driver's seat. Adam cleared his throat as he stretched himself out, visibly tired. 

Jonah put the car back into drive and pulled back onto the road. It was dusk, meaning it was somewhat daylight but slowly growing darker. Jonah took a moment to adjust himself on the road, before speeding up a slight bit. He began to go about 65 miles in a 55 mile zone. He knew he could increase the speed a bit more if he wanted to, but he wanted to wait a bit first. 

Adam sighed and pulled out the camcorder to delete some irrelevant pictures and videos from the SD card. 

Jonah struck up a conversation. “You’re not at all worried about the fact that a cat ghost is taking over this lady’s house?” Jonah asked. Adam shook his head. “Nope. Either it’s going to keep meowing at me, or there’ll be nothing to worry about.” Adam replied. 

“And if it’s fake…then we get the heck out of here?” Jonah asked. 

“Nope. Then we get a 3-night stay at a stranger's house for free, plus a $1500 payday.” Adam replied. 

“True…” Jonah muttered. 

By now, it was dark outside. The only lights that were lighting their way were the car lights. The car GPS was still explaining to them where to go, while Jonah followed it and listened to Adam at the same time. Adam, on the other hand, had deleted another collection of photos from his camcorder. “Trust me…this entire deal will be worth it.” Adam replied. 

“Aw, come on man…” Jonah turned to look at him out of the corner of his eye. “You know I already trust you.” Jonah said, poking Adam’s ribs. 

Adam jumped and grunted, dropping the camcorder and covering his mouth when he realized how high the grunt had sounded. 

“Holy- was that you?!” Jonah reacted with surprise. 

Adam didn’t confirm, nor deny him. The truth was…Adam had always had a slightly girly voice…but this sound was abnormally high, even for him! “Uhhh…” Adam muttered, unsure what to say. 

Jonah brought his right hand over, scaring Adam for a moment. But all the man did was grab the camcorder and put it into the car’s glove box. But when that was dealt with, Jonah brought his hand up and poked Adam’s ribs again, more out of curiosity than playfulness this time. 

Adam tried to push his hand away, but still felt enough of a poke to cause a devastating reaction: A mouse-like squeak. 

“Oho my god!” Jonah brought his hand back and looked at Adam. “Are you ticklish?” He asked. 

If Adam wasn’t flustered before, he certainly was now. “...No.” Adam replied. 

“Liar.” Jonah argued. 

“Am not!” Adam argued back. 

“Then explain the door squeak that left your mouth just now.” Jonah told him, looking at the road occasionally. 

Adam stayed silent, refusing to say anything. If he lied, he would never get out of this. But if he told the truth…then maybe he’ll get out of this without further worries. 

Adam sighed. “Fine. Yes, I’m a little ticklish.” Adam replied. 

And then he heard it…a snicker coming from Jonah’s mouth. 

Adam turned to look at Jonah super quickly. “Don’t even consider trying it.” Adam warned. 

“Trying what?” Jonah asked. 

“Tickling me.” Adam told him. “Don’t try it.” Adam ordered. 

“Or what?” Jonah asked, wiggling his fingers at him as he focused on the road.

“Or…I’ll get you back.” Adam told him. 

“I’m not ticklish.” Jonah told him. 

“Don’t give me that shit.” Adam warned, before poking Jonah’s sides and ribs. “You gotta be ticklish somewhere.” Adam argued. 

Jonah didn’t even flinch. He just kept driving while Adam desperately tried to tickle him. “Sorry, Adam. I’m just not.” Jonah told him. Adam tried the armpits next, groaning in annoyance when Jonah didn’t react. He tried the neck, but growled when it did nothing. Jonah just laughed. “I’m bulletproof.” he replied. 

Eventually, Adam gave up. “That’s bullshit!” Adam reacted. 

“You on the other hand…” Jonah’s hand touched down on his ribs. “-are so ticklish, you can’t even hide it.” Jonah teased, squeezing the ribs. 

Adam wheezed and hung his head, before attempting to remove his stupid friend’s hand from his ribs. “Don’t you dare-gahahAHAHA!” Adam squeaked again, replicating his squeak from earlier. 

“Ooooh! What about here?” Jonah asked, poking his sides. 

“Youfuckin- NaaaAAHAHaha! You suhuhuck!” Adam yelled, struggling to push him away. 

“Better be careful that the ghost cat doesn’t find out about this. Wouldn’t want him to start tickling you during our ticket out of here.” Jonah told him. 

“Ihihihi- eeEEK! NAHAHAHA!” Adam laughed loudly. 

“Wow! I guess the armpits are your worst spot?” Jonah asked. “YEHEHEHESSS! HAHAHAHA- FUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Adam shouted at him as he tried and failed to stop Jonah. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cool it! I’m not killing you, I swear!” Jonah reacted, struggling slightly as Adam started physically fighting him. “HAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAPPHEKGK!” Adam shouted, his words starting to go all garbled. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonah asked. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your girly gaggles.” 

“IHIHIHIHI- HAHAHAHAGKENLRKTJSrGKTjwktJ!” Adam screamed, his words becoming more nonsensical. 

Jonah widened his eyes as he struggled to understand him. “....W-What?” He asked. 

“AGVMTNEUO)#!” Adam shouted, making even less sense now. 

“I…” Jonah stopped tickling and pulled out the camcorder. “Keep talking.” Jonah ordered before clicking the recording button. 

“SVTIEOZ:$(%@!^)*_+L-!” Adam shouted, showing anger and annoyance.

Jonah turned off the camcorder and quickly pulled the car over into a long property driveway. Once it was put into park, Jonah turned to get a proper look at Adam. “Adam-” Adam’s face looked completely melted…and his eyes were black with white dots in the middle. 

Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. “-W-WhAT?!” Jonah shouted, horrified. 

Jonah must’ve blinked or something…because Adam’s face, and speech went completely back to normal. 

“Jonah…Are you deaf or something? Hello?” Adam asked, snapping his fingers. 

Jonah stared at Adam, confused, but freaked out. “U-Uh…” 

Adam sighed and grabbed the camcorder from Jonah’s hand. “Why would you record me?” Adam asked, pulling up the video. Jonah watched the camcorder’s screen as it switched on, and watched the video play out. 

“Keep talking about what?! You’re making no sense!” The video version of Adam yelled at the camera. Jonah’s nerves slowly began to lessen as he finally understood what he had said before. “Okay…I think I’m okay.” Jonah admitted. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Adam admitted. 

“No…I didn’t.” Jonah admitted. “Just…” He shook his head and focused on the windshield. “Nevermind. Let’s keep going.” Jonah decided. 

Adam placed his hand onto the steering wheel. “Hold on…” He ordered. 

Jonah bit his lip and sighed, before looking at Adam awkwardly. “Y-Yeah?” He replied. 

“I think it’s better if I drive.” Adam told him. 

“What?! No. You barely got a break.” Jonah argued. 

“You lost your mind back there…that cannot be happening while you’re driving.” Adam reminded him. 

Jonah sighed a bit louder, slightly annoyed. “Fine…maybe you’re right.” Jonah responded. 

Jonah and Adam switched seats, and went back into the car. Jonah was back in the passenger seat, while Adam was in the driver’s seat. Adam put his seatbelt on, put the camcorder back into the glove box and pulled the car out of the long driveway. 

[trashyswitch]

Madness In the Rage Cage

Mario rents out a Rage Room in downtown Brooklyn, so he, Luigi and Peach can destroy anything they want to. Though nervous, Peach and Luigi attempt to try out this 'rage room' activity, and end up getting even more invested than Mario ever anticipated.

Totally didn't spend from 8pm till 12:30am writing this fanfiction...Tooootally not me! But in all seriousness, I was so inspired, I just HAD to write a fanfiction on this! I couldn't NOT do this! That was just not an option! And honestly, I was having so much fun writing this fanfic, that I didn't even think tickling was needed! So...this will be the second normal fanfiction that I've written on this account.

This fanfic was greatly inspired by both Game Grumps' video on rage rooms from 2 months ago, as well as Unus Annus's old Rage Room video. Memento Mori, and I hope you all enjoy!

Luigi put on the orange helmet and tightened it up. “I feel like a wrecking crew member.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario laughed as he helped Luigi tighten it a slight bit more. “We kind of are, in a way.” Mario replied. 

“So…What’s the point of this ‘rage cage’ place?” Peach asked. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s supposed to be a place where you can release all your anger in a safe environment.” Mario told her. 

“Huh…” Peach looked at Luigi. “And you wanted to do this?” Peach asked. 

“Eeeh…” Luigi zipped up the white onesie cover. “Mario insisted I try it out.” Luigi told him. 

“Because I know you’re gonna enjoy it.” Mario told him. 

“And I couldn’t bring power ups because…” Peach asked. 

“Because it could be considered cheating.” Mario admitted, before knocking on Luigi’s helmet to tell him it’s ready. 

Luigi put the face shield over his helmet. “Plus, we don’t know if something we hit is going to ricochet and hit us back, or make us bounce back into the wall.” Luigi added. 

Peach nodded as she zipped up the white, baggy onesie for the room. “Alright.” Peach said. “But still…This had to be expensive.” Peach admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Don’t worry. We covered the costs.” Mario told her. “We’ve been saving up for a fun activity like this for a while now.” Mario added. “And considering how much we had saved, this is nothing.” Mario finished. 

Luigi chuckled and put the face shield onto Mario. “There.” Luigi said. “No going home with glass in your eyes.” Luigi let him know. 

“Thanks!” Mario said, chuckling at Luigi’s words. “You two ready?” He asked Luigi and Peach. 

Peach put on her face shield and smiled. “I think so.” Peach replied. “But how much time do we have to smash?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled. “An hour.” Luigi replied. 

“...That’s it?” Peach reacted. 

Mario laughed. “The sessions were in 30 minute intervals. And considering there were three of us, I figured 30 minutes wouldn’t be enough time.” Mario admitted. “An hour will feel a lot longer than it is. I promise.” Mario finished.  

Mario led the way, heading out of the locker rooms and walking to the room they would be smashing things in. After the employee explained the ground rules of the rage cage, they were sent in for the session. “The first 30 minutes starts…NOW.” The person clicked the timer before closing the door. 

Peach took a quick scan of the stuff that were in the room. There were several plates and glasses on the side table. There were also several different types of electronics on the ground and on black tables in the room. There were even a bunch of weapons leaning against the one wall. 

“Whoa…” Peach muttered. 

“Hey Mario!” Luigi said, picking up the baseball bat and gently throwing it vertically to Mario. “Batter up!” Luigi added. 

Mario grabbed the bat midair, and drew it back behind him. Luigi threw a plate over at his brother, and watched as Mario swung at the plate, smashing it to tiny pieces. “WOOOO!” Mario cheered, raising the baseball bat in the air with both his hands. 

“Nice one!” Luigi reacted. 

Peach walked up to the wall, which had several weapons hung up against it by nails on the wall. She wasn’t sure which one to choose at first…but then the sledgehammer caught her eye. She picked it up, and held it with both her hands with shock. “What is THIS?!” Peach asked with a big smile on her face. 

“It’s a sledgehammer.” Mario told her. “It’s like a hammer, but with a really long handle. You use two hands with it.” Mario added. 

Peach looked around at the items, unsure what to hit. “Hmm…” She mumbled. She looked at the boxy black thing that was on the ground, and knocked on the top of it with her knuckles. “What is this?” She asked. 

Mario smirked. “It’s a printer.” Mario told him. 

Peach drew back the sledgehammer. 

“Hold on!” Luigi yelled. 

Peach froze, before putting down the sledgehammer. “Yeah?” She asked. 

Luigi picked up the printer and put it on the table. He backed up, and smiled a bit. “I figured you wanted it higher up.” Luigi admitted. 

Peach nodded. “Thank you.” She replied with an innocent smile. And within a second, her innocent smile snapped into a face full of rage as she let out a war cry and absolutely unloaded the sledgehammer into the top of the printer!

Mario shielded his face with his hand, backing up a bit. “HOLY-” 

“RAAAAAH!” Peach smashed the sledgehammer into the top of the printer again! “COME ON!” Peach shouted, slamming the sledgehammer into the printer one more time and causing a huge dent in the middle top part of the printer. 

Luigi looked at Mario with growing fear on his face. 

Mario chuckled at Luigi’s face. “What? Are you picturing yourself as the printer?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip. If he wasn’t picturing it before, he certainly was now. 

A couple seconds later, Peach put down the sledgehammer somewhat gently before picking up the printer and throwing it against the wall! The printer busted against the wall, bouncing around before skidding across the floor. 

Then, Peach turned around, put her hands on her hips and smiled brightly, and almost innocently at the boys. “This is fun!” Peach reacted. 

Mario smiled with shock and amusement on his face. “Alright. Note to self: Don’t piss off the princess.” Mario joked. 

Peach tilted her head. “You didn’t know that before?” Peach teased. 

Mario put his hands up in arrest before handing Luigi the baseball bat. “Time to see what you’re made of, Lu.” Mario told him, grabbing a plate.

Luigi looked at the bat, and tapped it on the ground. “Are you sure about this?” Luigi asked, a little nervous. 

“You’ll be fine! It’s just like little league baseball…just with a large plate, instead of a tiny ball. Swing the bat when the plate gets close enough.” Mario told him. 

Luigi nodded and drew back the bat. When Mario threw the plate, Luigi swung at it, breaking the plate with the baseball bat midair and making glass shards explode within a 360 degree radius!  Luigi flinched and covered his head instinctively, while Mario laughed. “Wow! I see you’ve kept up your batting skills.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi looked at Mario with a smile, mixed with slight nervousness. “That was…nerve-wracking.” Luigi admitted. He held out his hand with a chuckle. “I’m shaking.” Luigi showed him with a giggle. 

“That’s good! That means the adrenaline is kicking in.” Mario told him. “And remember, you’re wearing safety equipment. You’re not gonna get hurt.” Mario told him. 

Luigi bit his lip, unsure. “I don’t know…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario picked up another plate. “Just give it another shot.” Mario offered, holding up the blue plate. 

Luigi let out a long breath before he hit the bat against his heels like a traditional batter. 

“Come on, Luigi!” Peach cheered. “You can do it!” 

Luigi chuckled a bit as he drew his bat back again and focused on the plate. When Mario threw the plate to him, Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and swung the bat. The bat destroyed the plate midair, breaking the plate into bigger-sized chunks. The bat also happened to knock the plate into the wall, where it smashed into even more tiny pieces! 

Luigi gasped. “WHOHOHOOA!” Luigi shouted. 

“WOOHOOOOO!” Peach cheered, clapping her hands with pride. 

“Now how was that?!” Mario asked. “Was that better?!” 

Luigi looked at Mario with the biggest, most energetic smile on his face. “That was AWESOME!” Luigi shouted, jumping up and throwing his fist into the air.

Mario laughed and patted Luigi’s shoulder. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” Mario replied. 

Peach looked at the other weapons, and grabbed a golf club. “I didn’t know a golf club counted as a weapon.” Peach admitted. 

“Wanna try it out?” Mario asked. 

Peach nodded and looked around at the other things that were in the room. She looked at the computer screen, and smirked. She drew the golf club back like a baseball bat. “FOOOORE!” She smashed the computer screen, causing a huge crack in the screen. 

Luigi chuckled and picked up a large wrench off the wall. “Hey Mario…” Luigi said with a big smirk. 

Mario gasped and took the wrench from Luigi’s hands. When Luigi backed up, Mario swung it around a bit, and wiped away a slight bit of dust from the wrench. “Oh HECK YES!” Mario yelled. He turned around and looked at the unplugged clock that was on the groundnearby. “Hey! Don’t like what time it is?” Mario asked, picking up the clock. He threw the clock in the air, readied his wrench and demolished the digital clock midair. “TIME IS AN ILLUSION!” Mario shouted, before crumbling into laughter. 

Peach bursted out in hysterical laughter. 

Mario picked up a big beer bottle. “Tired of your uncle drinking too much beer?!” Mario asked. He threw it against the wall, making it smash into tiny bits. “GO TO REHAB!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi wheezed and doubled over, laughing his head off. Then, he looked over at a small flip phone that was on the table. He picked it up. “Tired of those awful telemarketers?!” Luigi asked, before throwing it up and blasting his baseball bat into the flip phone. “GET A REAL JOB!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario wheezed and cackled super loudly. “Ohoho myhy gohohod! Buhut telemarketing IS a real job!” Mario reacted. 

“Not in my book.” Luigi shot back. 

Mario looked over at Peach with a smirk. “Does anything ever piss you off?” Mario asked. 

Peach smirked and picked up the sledgehammer again. “You ever feel proud of yourself because you’re in first place in a race? Only to get hit by a blue shell and knocked completely off the track?” Peach asked before drawing the sledgehammer back. “And then you just wanna go-” She smashed the sledgehammer into the top of an old-fashioned stereo. “AAAAAAAUGH!” Peach smashed the stereo one more time, for good measure. “DAMMIT!” Peach screamed as loud as he possibly could. 

Mario fell over and absolutely HOWLED with newfound laughter! “OHOHO MY GOD YEEEHEHEHESS!” Mario cackled. 

Luigi watched with growing fear on his face once again…accompanied by a nervous smile. “Wow…” was all Luigi could say at that point. 

“Okay. New challenge:” Mario picked up a couple plates. “What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Mario asked before handing them the plates. “Say the stupid thing, and then throw the plate.” Mario told Peach and Luigi. 

Luigi smirked. “Okay. You go first.” Luigi told Mario. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” He readied himself and cleared his throat. “The earth is flat!” Mario said before smashing the plate against the wall. “IT IS CLEARLY NOT! THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PHOTOS DISPROVING THAT!” Mario shouted afterwards. 

Luigi laughed at his words before looking over at Peach. “You go next!” Luigi told her. 

Peach smirked. “Let’s rule the world together! Will you marry me?!” Peach threw the plate onto the floor. “I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU, BOWSER!” Peach screamed. 

Mario tittered and laughed. “Ohoho gosh! You tell ‘em!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi nodded and cleared his throat. “I don’t deserve love.” Luigi threw the plate at the wall. “THAT IS SO UNTRUE, IT SHOULD BE A GOD DAMN CRIME.” Luigi shouted. “YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE WORTHY, AND WHOEVER TELLS YOU OTHERWISE SHOULD DIE ALONE IN A PIT.” Luigi finished. 

The room went completely silent. It was so quiet, one could easily hear a pin drop. The only sound you could somewhat hear was Luigi’s heavy breathing. And even THAT was somewhat muffled by the shield. Peach and Mario were staring at Luigi, completely thrown off guard by Luigi’s unusually personal response. Mario stared at Luigi with awe. Everything in him was aching to say something. “I….” Was all that came out of his mouth. Even if Mario wanted to say something…what was he supposed to say? 

Luigi turned to look at Mario. “Sorry…was that too personal?” Luigi asked with slight worry on his face. 

Mario was taken aback. “No! No no no, it wasn’t. But…” Mario struggled to think. “That was just…not the answer I was expecting from you.” Mario admitted. 

Peach looked at Luigi with worry, before placing her gloved hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” Peach asked. 

Luigi looked over at Peach, and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Luigi said back. “Sorry to make it personal.” Luigi apologized. 

Mario shook his head. “No. I…think you had the best answer out of all of us.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi tilted his head. “Really?” 

Mario nodded. “Yeah! There are millions of people who still believe they don’t deserve love. And unfortunately, no matter how much they’re told otherwise, they still believe it.” Mario said. 

Luigi nodded. “Yup. I wish I could punch every person that told those people that they didn’t deserve love.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed and chuckled dryly. “I know what you’re trying to say, but…” Mario shook his head. “That’s billions of people. And millions of assault charges against you.” Mario reminded him with an awkward laugh. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yeah…that’s true.” Luigi muttered. 

Mario picked up the baseball bat and handed it to Luigi. “How about we smash something I know has REALLY pissed you off.” Mario offered. 

Luigi looked at the bat, before looking at Mario. “What is it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario smiled and opened the door. “Be right back.” He told him before leaving. 

Luigi looked at Peach with confusion. But Peach looked equally as confused. They had no idea what Mario was going to bring into the room. But…knowing Mario, it was going to be something good. “Hey Luigi?” Peach called, picking up something off the wall and holding it in her hand. “Wanna break something with an iron skillet?” Peach asked, holding the skillet like it was nothing. 

Luigi giggled and nodded his head. He hung up the baseball bat before grabbing another skillet that was on the wall. With that in hand, he looked around for something else to smash. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Luigi to find something that was already partly smashed up, but still had more pain to go through: The printer from earlier. 

Luigi placed the printer back onto the table, and brought the skillet behind his head. “EAT PAN, PRINTER!” Luigi shouted as he destroyed the printer with the skillet. 

Peach cheered and waved her fists in the air. “DESTROY IT!” Peach shouted. 

Luigi swung the skillet down. “YAAAAAAH!” Luigi shouted as it made contact with the printer. He drew the skillet back one more time, let out a strong, rage-filled battle cry before completely flattening the rest of the printer with the side of the skillet. Luigi breathed somewhat heavily with a smirk as he dusted off the side of the skillet. “You just got Luigi’d.” He declared proudly. 

Peach wheezed and fell over, laughing her heart out. “WOHOHOW! Are there cameras in here?” Peach asked, looking around the room. She smiled brightly as she saw the tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. “Yes! There is!” Peach reacted, pointing to it. 

“Oh! I guess there are. Hello!” Luigi reacted, waving to the camera. 

“Mario’s gonna want to see your frying pan action on video.” Peach told him. “Do you think we can get that saved on a DVD?” Peach asked. 

A little beeping sound filled the room for a moment. “Sure! We can certainly do that! Better yet, we can put it onto a USB key so you can save it on a computer!” The voice of the employee told them through the speaker. 

“Awesome!” Peach reacted. “Cause Mario’s gonna regret missing out on seeing that.” Peach mentioned. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah…” Luigi mumbled. 

Right on cue, Mario opened the door and closed it behind him. “Okay. I got it.” Mario said. He turned around and went to grab a table, when he noticed that the printer looked even more beat up than it was before. “Wait…” Mario looked at Luigi, who was hanging the skillet back up on the wall. “Did you do this, Luigi?” Mario asked. 

Luigi giggled. “Yeah, I did.” Luigi replied. 

“Aw man…” Mario reacted. 

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have it on video for you after the hour is up.” The employee told them through the speaker. 

Mario smiled brightly. “Can’t wait to see it.” He added as he walked up to the table.

“Also, the typewriter will be added to your bill at the end.” The employee added. 

Luigi raised an eyebrow. “Typewriter? What-” Luigi widened his eyes as he saw the big, bulky black typewriter get placed onto the black table by Mario. “YOU DID NOT…” Luigi shouted with a growing grin on his face. 

Mario chuckled and swiped his hands free of the dust. “You remember how much those reports and essays pissed you off in high school?” Mario asked. “Especially when you made 1 little mistake, and had to redo the whole thing all over again?” Mario added. 

Luigi quickly removed the skillet off the wall again and looked at the typewriter with the most villainous, adrenaline-filled face Mario had ever seen on Luigi. 

“Count me down.” Luigi told them enthusiastically. 

Mario and Peach looked at each other with slight worry on their faces, before smiling nervously and doing as he said. “3…” Mario said, putting his hand into his pocket.

“2…” Peach said next, growing more excited. “1…” Mario said, clicking ‘record’ on his camera. 

“GO!” Peach shouted. 

Luigi let out the loudest, strongest, most rage-filled cry he could possibly muster as he threw the skillet down onto the typewriter. The typewriter keys smashed, the ribbon cover fell off, and the whole typewriter actually bounced up a couple inches post-impact. 

Mario had to cover his mouth to prevent from screeching with shock and excitement. 

And Luigi was far from done! He used every ounce of strength in himself to turn the stupid typewriter into a mess of broken parts. 

“AAAAAAAH!” 

<SMASH!> “STUPID!-” 

<CLANG!>

“PIECE!-” 

<CRUSH!>

“-OF CRAP!” Luigi shouted loudly, before unloading one more destructive smash onto the typewriter. The best part about the typewriter was how durable it was…meaning Luigi needed to put a lot of strength and dedication into its destruction. 

And boy, did he ever deliver! To the point where Mario was in awe! The man had NEVER, EVER seen Luigi so filled with bumbling rage! This was the type of rage that not even Jack Nicholson was capable of showing on screen! And here was his timid, emotional, younger brother…completely losing his shit against a typewriter with a goddamn iron skillet of all things! 

And the skillet wasn’t the only weapon he used. Luigi would switch out weapons occasionally, to get a new type of smash out of the experience. Every hit felt like a new revelation for Mario. Luigi was capable of much more anger than even he himself could ever show! It was INSANE! 

Meanwhile, Peach was having the time of her life, just watching Luigi unleash his years-long, pent-up anger! She was screaming, cheering, shouting and jumping around, losing her mind as she watched Luigi destroy this ‘typewriter’ thing. 

Several smashes later, and Luigi was dripping with sweat and almost wheezing amidst his heavy breathing. Mario almost felt bad seeing Luigi push himself beyond his limits. So, Mario stopped the recording and put the camera into his pocket, before taking the skillet from Luigi. “Here…” Mario brought Luigi to a chair and took off the shield for a moment. “Cool yourself off.” Mario told him. 

“This…” Luigi let out a long breath, before laughing breathlessly. “This was the best idea you have ever come up with.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled brightly upon hearing that. “Thank you, Luigi.” Mario told him. “Now take a big break. I’m gonna make sure I get some smashing in too.” Mario told him. 

Luigi tittered and said something under his breath. 

Mario paused for a moment, and turned to look at Luigi. “What did you say?” Mario asked. 

Luigi wheezed. “Ihi said ‘that’s what she said’.” Luigi declared. 

Mario widened his eyes in shock and guffawed, covering his mouth. “HAHAHA! Ohoho gohohod…Cohohome ohohon, Luigi!” Mario laughed. “Seheriously?!” Mario asked. 

“It made you laugh. You know it did.” Luigi reminded him. 

Mario sighed and pushed Luigi’s head and helmet away, before walking back to the destruction room. “Okay.” Mario picked up his trusty wrench, and smirked as he looked at the typewriter. “My turn.” Mario declared, before smashing the wrench into the typewriter. Mario would also end up picking up the glass cups that were nearby,  and making towers out of them. He would break the glasses a couple at a time with the wrench, before knocking the glass off the table. Break a few glasses, remove glass. Break a few more glasses, remove the glass. And after about 10 minutes, Luigi would join back and start destroying things all over again. Peach would end up putting the skillet to good use too. It ended up being the best ‘vacation’ they could’ve ever asked for. Who the heck needs Cuba, Hawaii or Paris, when you could have printers, glasses and typewriters to smash in your local Rage Cage?! 

Oh! And before you go, I wanted to let you know: The Rage Cage is a real place in Brooklyn, where you can smash and destroy things to your heart's desire! It's by appointment only and you can book 30 minute sessions based on how many people you're doing it with, and how much stuff you wanna break. Though this fanfic will not be entirely accurate, it still gives a general jist of what is involved in these rage rooms.

[trashyswitch]

The Invisible Sensors

Sun is getting some more sensors placed onto his body. After some testing, everything's ready to go. And then the kids come in to test out this new feature.

This fanfic is for Bread anon! I give you this gift of different breads 🍞🥯🫓, and I provide you this fic! I hope you enjoy! 💜

Sun was standing in place as someone continued to work on his bodily functions. Sun didn’t really know who this person was. There wasn’t even a nametag on the person. All he knew was that the person, who looked like a technician, was wearing the typical Pizzaplex attire. 

“So…How’s your day going?” Sun asked. 

The person looked at Sun. “It’s night time, Sun.” 

Sun blinked and looked down. “...Oh.” he replied. 

The technician continued to plug in wires and install many see-through things that looked like tape.

Wait…

Sun widened his eyes when he realized those tape pieces looked very similar to those invisible sensor strips that were installed 6 months ago.

Yes, Sun remembered that all too well. 

“Are those sensor strips?” Sun asked. 

The Technician sighed as he stuck the longer strip vertically down Sun’s right rib region. “Yes, they are.” The technician replied. 

Sun looked down in embarrassment. If he could properly blush, he probably would’ve at that moment. 

It didn’t take long for the technician to hook everything up and get to testing. The technician put on some gloves and grabbed out a few items. He pulled out a feather, a brush, and a paintbrush. 

The technician held up Sun’s arm. “Test 1 at 11:59: Feather.” The technician said as he started fluttering the feather on the vertical rib sensor. 

Sun squealed and started giggling right away. “Eheheheek! Hehehey!” 

“Test 1: Feather is a success.” The technician said. 

Sun was still slightly giggling even after the technician removed the feather. 

“Test 2 at 12:01: Paintbrush.” The technician said as he started fluttering the paintbrush on the same area. 

Sun squeaked and giggled a bit louder and higher. “EEEhehehehehehe!” Sun giggled. 

Test 2: Paintbrush is a success.” The technician said. 

Sun kept giggling for a few more seconds before looking at the Technician. 

“Test 3 at 12:03: Hairbrush.” The technician said as he started brushing the same vertical sensor strip. 

Sun threw his head back and cackled wildly. “OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Sun laughed. 

The technician smiled. “Test 3: Hairbrush is a success.” 

Sun hung his head in simulated tiredness. He wasn’t breathing heavily, due to not needing to breathe. But he did look visually tired. 

“The Daycare Attendant’s sensors are ready.” The technician told the recorder. 

Sun smiled and looked at the invisible sensors that were added to his body while the technician left the daycare. He tried touching the sensors, but he noticed he wasn’t reacting like a person normally would. He remembered trying out the sensors in a very similar way the first time he received the first set of sensors. And that first time, he didn’t react to his own touch. 

A few hours later, the kids gasped as Vanessa made an announcement in the daycare. 

“Boys, girls and kids, may I have your attention?” She called.

All the kids went quiet as they looked over at Vanessa, whose mouth was close to the mic. “Sun, your daycare attendant and playmate, is now ticklish! You can tickle tickle tickle the sun! Use your fingers, your mouth, or your hair to tickle sun as much as you want.” Vanessa declared. 

The kids all laughed and cheered as they started chasing Sun, repeating the words “Tickle tickle!” and “Tickle Sunny!”. 

Sun was running around the daycare, trying to get away from all the kids. “No! Kids, please! Why don’t we finger paint? Or play with googly eyes? Or glitt-GAAAH!” Sun screamed as his leg was grabbed. 

In no time at all, Sun was tackled to the ground. With Sun down, the kids all crawled on him and immediately started playing ‘tickle monster’ with him. They started trying to tickle different spots they knew of, like the armpits and the belly. 

Sun squealed and giggled as his armpits were tickled by one person each. “Ohohoho nohohohoho! Kihihihids!” Sun reacted. 

“Tickle da sides!” another kid said. 

“Tickle tickle, Sunny sun!” A girl teased, wiggling her fingers at him. 

“Boop! Boop boop! Boop-boop boopboop, boop!” Another kid said as he poked the left side. 

Sun threw his head back and laughed in a quiet to moderate volume. The little kids’ fingers didn’t tickle as much as the hairbrush or the paintbrush did during testing. But the amount of fingers that were trying to tickle him, was making his laughter a little louder than expected! It was just ticklish enough to make him let out fits of laughter. 

A little girl suddenly gasped. “He ha’ a bewwy button!” the little tot reacted, before poking his belly button region. 

Sun squeaked and squealed as he rolled around on the blocky floor, giggling and laughing. As much as it tickled so much, he wasn’t complaining. The kids were actually showing interest in him for once! 

In fact, it looked like the kids were absolutely LOVING this new upgrade! They had never been this eager to play with sun before! Yes, the kids liked Sun. But there was always something that felt…off about this sun character. But all those worries went right out the window the moment the kids heard Sun was ticklish just like them. 

“Ohohokahahahay, ihihihi neeheheheed ahaha breheheheak!” Sun told them. 

But the kids were too hooked on their mission to even consider stopping. It was way too fun to tickle Sun! Sun was actually fun now! Why would they stop doing something so fun?! 

“Hehehehellooohohoho? Cahahahan sohohomeone hehehehelp?” Sun asked. 

“Sorry Sun…This is the excitement before the storytime. You just gotta wait out the excitement for the kids to calm down again.” Vanessa told the kids. 

“Ihihi hahahave aha behehehetteheher ihidehehea!” Sun declared. 

Vanessa smiled and crossed her arms. “What’s your idea?” 

Sun pointed at Vanessa. “Tihihickle Vahahanessa!” Sun yelled. 

Vanessa widened her eyes. “Um…No.” Vanessa replied. 

The kids all paused their hands. “Huh?” 

“Tickle who?” A kid asked. 

“Vana? Who’s Vana?” Another kid asked. 

“Tihickle her!” Sun told the kids, pointing to the blonde-haired girl behind the technician desk. 

“Tickle ME?!” Vanessa reacted, holding her own chest in surprise. 

The kids gasped and squealed in excitement. “TICKLE TICKLE VANA!” They yelled a second apart from each other as they ran towards Vanessa. 

“Tickle Vaneya!” Another kid declared, hugging Vanessa’s leg.  

“Tickle hat girl!” Another toddler yelled, hugging the other leg.

“Tickwish girl with da yellow hair!” Another taller toddler said next, grabbing Vanessa’s hand and pulling her down. 

With both her legs grabbed and gripped by children, she wasn’t able to stop herself from falling onto the blue, blocky ground. 

Sun watched as the kids started tickling Vanessa on many ticklish spots at once. 

Vanessa’s laughter soon filled the room. And it was much stronger than Sun’s laughter was. “BAHAHahahahaha! NOHOHohohoho! Kihihids, quihihit ihihihit!” Vanessa yelled. 

Sun walked up to Vanessa and grabbed her arms before raising them above her head. Vanessa squealed and cackled the moment 4 kids started tickling both her armpits at once. 

“SUHUHUN, LEHEHET GOHOHOHO!” Vanessa yelled. 

Sun laughed. “Nah…I’d rather watch you get tickled and teased by the kids all day.” Sun replied. 

Vanessa squealed when she felt 2 kids tickling her belly. “NAhahahaha! Nahahahahat thehehere! Nahahahat myhyhy behehellyhyhy!” Vanessa begged, struggling to get out of the kids’ grips. 

“Poor Vana! Poor, poor Vana…So stuck, yet so ticklish.” Sun teased. 

“Myhyhy nahahahame ihihis Vahahanehessahaha!” 

“Vahahanehessahaha?! Why, hello Vahahanehessahaha! Nice to meet you! I’m the Daycare Attendant!” Sun declared. 

The kids started laughing at his jokes. 

“So tell me, Vahahanehessahaha: How are you feeling?” Sun asked. 

“Plehehehease stahahahahap!” Vanessa begged. “Gohohoho gehehehet Suhuhuhuhun!” Vanessa told her. 

“Um…Vanessa, my name is not Suhuhuhuhun. It’s The Daycare Attendant! Or Sun, for short!” Sun told her, still doing almost identical laughter to what Vanessa was doing. 

Vanessa was a blushing mess by this point. It was growing tiring being tickled like this. The kids were not even tickling her very much now. She was just being left in fits of giggles from so many little inexperienced fingers. 

“Gehehet Suhuhun! Gehet Sun! Gohoho fohor his feeheheheet!” Vanessa told the kids. 

A few of the kids paused their tickle attack, and looked up at Vanessa with curiosity. 

“His feet?” One kid asked. 

“Tickle Sunny’s feet!” Another kid reacted. 

“Sunny’s feeties tickwish?” a third kid asked. 

Sun started to grow nervous as he heard the kids asking questions and growing curious. No…No no no, they were losing interest in Vanessa! And getting curious about Sun again! 

No! NO! NOOOO! 

Two of the kids ran up to one of Sun’s shoes each, and tried to remove the slippers. But the slippers were permanently attached. So, one of the kids tried tickling the bottom of the slipper. And to everyone’s surprise, Sun started squealing and giggling. 

He had completely forgotten about the sensors that were put on his feet the very first time he was fitted with those sensors…

Sun could hear the strong laughter leaving his mouth. Though his smile was already existent before the tickles, the wide, toothy smile he was fitted with only added to the laughter! 

“WAHAHAhahahahait! Nahahahat myhyhyhy feeeheheheheheet! Whahahat hahahappehehened to tihihicklihing Vahanehessaha?” Sun asked. 

“We got bored, Sun! We tickle you now!” One of the kids told him. 

“Ticky ticky sunny!” Another kid teased. 

“Tickwish biiiig Sunny sun sun!” Another little kid added. 

Sun ended up being tickled for roughly 15-20 minutes before the kids were picked up by their parents and families. The little daycare toddlers would spend hours talking about how ticklish Sun was. 

And Sun…Well…His tickle attacks were not finished for the day…Especially since Moon was watching Sun the whole day. 

And even when the daycare closed, Sun’s laughter didn’t stop…

Not by a long shot…

[trashyswitch]

Strengths, Weaknesses and Cards

Marvin and Jackie chat about strengths, and end up accidentally bringing up a weakness of Jackie's that no one has ever known. And Marvin makes damn sure that no one else finds out either.

This fanfic was suggested by one of my favorite anons, Shannon...Who had suggested it AGES AGO. So sorry for how freaking late this is, and I hope and pray that it's worth it. 🃏

Marvin collected his magic items and placed them in his magician bag. When everything was in order, Marvin fixed the mask on his face and adjusted his cape. 

“Whatcha up to, magic man?” Someone said behind him. 

Marvin yelped and turned around, before smiling a bit. “Hi Jackie. Not much. What about you?” She as

“Got any good stories to tell me about saving people?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie chuckled. “Can’t you receive the same stories through the news?” Jackie asked. 

“Yeah, but you make them sound better.” Marvin admitted. “Plus, you’ve got a great talk show voice.” Marvin added. 

“Okay.” Jackie started narrating a story of how he saved a guy from falling to his death when his parachute didn’t open properly. After trying and failing to physically open the parachute by force, Jackie quickly took it upon himself to carry the man slowly down to the safety of the ground. After helping the guy calm down from the previous anxiety of almost dying, Jackie got the victim’s address from his friend so that he could send him something later in the day. 

“So what were you gonna send him?” Marvin asked. 

“I have no idea.” Jackie admitted. “Something along the lines of ‘I hope you’ve recovered well, and if life kicks you down, Call me up! I’m likely in town’, or something.” Jackie said. 

Marvin chuckled. “That’s some Dr. Seuss-level literature, right there.” he said with a smirk. Jackie chuckled. “Thank you, Marvin.” 

Marvin smiled and looked around for a bit. “What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever had to lift?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” He rubbed his chin. “Well other than these MASSIVE BICEPS…” Jackie joked, flexing his muscles jokingly. 

Marvin rolled his eyes. “But seriously…” Marvin walked a bit closer. “What’s the heaviest thing you’ve lifted?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie thought for a bit longer. “I did have to save someone from getting crushed by a huge boulder once.” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin widened his eyes. “Wait…really? How big was it?” He asked. 

“About 3,000 pounds.” Jackie admitted. “It was difficult, but I eventually put it down on an empty field nearby.” Jackie admitted. “There, I helped a bunch of people break it up into smaller chunks so they could move them better.” Jackie added. 

Marvin looked at Jackie with starry-eyes. “Woooow…” He mumbled. 

Jackie tilted his head. “What?” He asked. 

“You’re so strong and brave! How did you get so strong in the first place?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie chuckled. “With help from the POWER OF AWESOMENESS!” Jackie declared. 

“........No workouts? Dumbbells? Not even a weight or two?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie shrugged his shoulders. “I do that too. I gotta stay strong somehow.” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin smiled. “How much can you lift in weights?” Marvin asked. 

“Off adrenaline, I can lift 400 pounds in one go.” Jackie admitted. “But with the adrenaline rush…I can lift between 600-650 pounds.” Jackie added. 

“Holy-” Marvin quickly looked something up and dropped his jaw. “You can bench press about as much as Dwayne Johnson can in one go!” Marvin reacted. 

“How much does The Rock bench press?” Jackie asked. 

“400-500 pounds, according to an interview in 2021.” Marvin replied. 

“Damn…” Jackie muttered. “But he worked hard for those muscles his whole life. He deserves the ability to bench press that much.” Jackie added. 

“...Are you implying that you don’t deserve to be able to lift 400-600 pounds?” Marvin asked. 

“I don’t work as hard as Dwayne Johnson does…” Jackie admitted. “The reality is…I could be capable of lifting more than 650 pounds.” Jackie admitted. “But…I don’t work my way up past that because…I need time to work on my mental health too.” Jackie explained. 

“Isn’t working out supposed to be good for your mental health?” Marvin asked. 

“Yeah, it is…when you’re not pushing yourself way beyond your limits to the point of over-exertion.” Jackie added. “Pushing yourself is good…but over-exerting yourself makes your mental health worse.” Jackie added. “And frankly…I’m okay with how much I can lift right now. If I find something I can’t lift while on the job, then I’ll work at being able to make lifting that thing easier on the arms and back.” Jackie explained further. 

“Fair enough…” Marvin admitted. 

“Plus…I’m already afraid of over-exerting myself in front of thousands while doing my duties.” Jackie admitted. 

“Because evil people may see you have a weakness?” Marvin asked. 

“Mhm…” Jackie admitted. “Which…I do…But I don’t want other people finding out and taking advantage of it.” Jackie added. 

“Oh…” Marvin walked up and pulled out his deck of cards. He spread them out in a fan, and smiled. “Take a card.” Marvin told him. 

Jackie raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Really? A magic trick right now?” Jackie asked. 

Marvin rolled his eyes with a smile. “Just do it.” He told him. 

Jackie sighed and took a card from the middle of the deck and looked at it. But the moment he looked at it…He widened his eyes and blushed a small bit. “U-Uh…” Jackie mumbled. 

“What?” Marvin asked. “Wait…” Marvin searched through his deck of cards quickly. “I didn’t leave the jokers in the deck again, did I?” Marvin muttered out loud. 

“Duhude, you’re evil.” Jackie said, showing him the card. 

Marvin leaned in slightly and looked at the card. Reading it, Marvin widened his eyes and chuckled. “Oh…Hahaha!” Marvin giggled. “I forgot I had that card in there!” Marvin admitted, taking it from Jackie. “Sorry…that’s embarrassing.” Marvin put the hand-written blank card into his pocket. 

Jackie looked down, blushing even more as he was unable to stop thinking about the card’s little question. It was such a simple question, but…it still felt overwhelmingly embarrassing to admit it. 

“What?” Marvin asked. “Something wrong?” He asked next. 

Marvin widened his eyes and shook his head. “No no no, sorry! I-...” Jackie bit his lip and attempted to hide his bashfulness. But alas…it was fruitless. 

“Oh! Is it the card?” Marvin asked. “You don’t need to answer it.” Marvin admitted. “Heck, I can just forget about it if you’d prefer.” Marvin added. 

The superhero looked down, biting his lip. “Yes.” Jackie replied softly. 

“Yes, you want to forget about it?” Marvin clarified. Jackie looked up with widened eyes. “No! Don’t forget about it.” Jackie told him. “I meant…Yes…” Jackie started. “-To…To the card’s question.” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin widened his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows. Wait…Was THEE Jackieboy Man…who didn’t want anyone to know his weakness…telling him his weakness? Marvin slowly pulled out the card again, and read it again. 

[Are you ticklish?] 

Marvin looked at Jackie with a shy smile. “You…feel comfortable admitting that…to me?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie slouched over, rubbing his right arm with his left hand. “I…Think so…” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin smiled a bit more and put the card back into his pocket again. “Do you wanna leave your answer as that? Or…” Marvin raised his arms up and wiggled them a bit. “Can I…” Marvin muttered in a higher-pitched voice. 

Jackie couldn’t help the giddy giggles that left his mouth. “Yeheheah, sure.” He replied. “Goho ahead.” He replied. 

Marvin walked up and was about to plant his hands onto Jackie’s sides first…but then he paused. Marvin thought for a moment, and…brought his hands back. “Hold on.” He said. Marvin began to close the blinds and the curtains in the living room before shutting off his phone and placing it upside down so it couldn’t record anything from the front. “I assume you want me to make sure no one else sees this?” Marvin explained. 

Jackie couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling that filled his body. Marvin was really taking the time to make sure no one else finds out about his one weakness. It was very thoughtful and considerate of him… 

“Okay.” Marvin turned on the main living room light and gently pushed Jackie onto the couch, before cracking his knuckles. “Let’s see what you’re made of.” Marvin said before placing his hands onto Jackie’s sides. “First off: Are your sides ticklish?” He asked, before squeezing them a bit. 

Jackie gasped and quickly brought his arms against his own upper chest, guffawing and pulling his legs up slightly. “GAHA! Hahahaha- Yehes! Ahaha lihihittle bihit.” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin’s smile began to show teeth. This was really happening…Marvin was actually tickling the world-famous Jackieboy Man right now! How could this be happening right now?! Marvin quickly let go of Jackie’s sides so he could skitter his fingers on the same spots very softly. “Do softer tickles get you-” 

Jackie squeaked and curled into a little ball, kicking his feet like a little kid short fits of proper laughter left his mouth. “HAHAhahahehehehe! Yehehehes, thehehehey dohoho!” Jackie admitted. “Ihihit’s wohorse ihif you-” “Ah ah ah~” Marvin stopped tickling and placed his index finger on Jackie’s lips. “Noooo spoilers. I wanna find all your ticklish spots on my own.” Marvin told him. 

Jackie smiled a bit more and removed Marvin’s finger from his lips. “Okay, okay.” He replied. “Just…please don’t make me wait in anticipation.” Jackie pleaded softly. 

“Okay!” Marvin replied right before tickling the lower ribs. “How’s this spot?” He asked rhetorically. 

Jackie threw his head back and let out a strong fit of cackly laughter. “BAHAHAHAhahahahaha! VEHEHERY TICKLIHIhihish!” Jackie replied. 

“I can see that!” Marvin reacted. “But what about the rest of your ribs?” Marvin asked as he moved his fingers very slowly up the man’s rib cage. 

Jackie’s laughter didn’t seem to go up in volume. But it certainly did go up in octaves! Every pair of tickled ribs seemed to make Jackie’s laughter go up a couple notes. And with the jumping laughter, came more and more wiggles from Jackie! In the span of 4 ribs on either side, Jackie had gone from tightened arms against his chest, to flapping his arms like a tense bird. 

It was around this time that Marvin had begun to see Jackie in a whole new light. Though seeing Jackie laugh at a joke or a reference was enjoyable enough, seeing Jackie cackle his head off while wriggling under him…was a whole new level of entertainment. And as of right now…Marvin was one of the only ones who was experiencing this side of Jackie! 

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH- WAHAITDON’TGOHIGHER-” Jackie gasped as Marvin’s fingers touched down against his armpits. Jackie threw his head back and let out a strong, almost deafening scream! “NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie shouted with laughter as he squeezed his arms against his sides to stop the fingers in their tracks. 

“Ooooooh!” Marvin reacted. “Now THIS I gotta test out!” Marvin declared as he grabbed Jackie’s arm and placed it above his head. 

Marvin started with one finger just tracing up and down the hollow of the armpit, which made Jackie giggle manically and whine a little bit. “EEehehehehehehe! Ehehehevihihil!” Jackie yelled in a much higher-pitched voice. 

Marvin laughed at his reaction. “I still can’t believe no one else has found out about this yet!” Marvin reacted before starting to very lightly flutter his fingers in his exposed armpit. “And I’m guessing you want to keep it that way?” Marvin guessed. Jackie giggled and nodded his head. “Yehehehess! Thahahat wohohould be nihihihice.” the superhero replied. 

“Ey ey, captain! Marvin the Magnificent shall keep his lips zipped.” Marvin replied as he stopped tickling to salute the hero. 

Jackie had taken the break generously, breathing in and out somewhat heavily. Though the hero had a lot of endurance (It’s somewhat required in order to be a hero), Jackie wasn’t exactly used to tickling as a form of cardio. He was more used to heavier cardio like sprinting, flying, and martial arts. But tickling?! That was a completely foreign concept to his body. 

“Did you need a break?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie nodded his head and let out a deep breath. “Yeheah. Thanks.” He replied. “Ihi…I haven’t been tickled in years…Decades, actually.” Jackie admitted. 

Marvin widened his eyes. “Wait, really?!” Marvin asked. “Not even by friends?” He asked. 

Jackie shook his head. “The most relationships you ever make when you’re saving a city of people…is acquaintances.” Jackie admitted. “You and Chase are the closest friends I’ve ever had.” He told him. 

Marvin couldn’t help the bittersweet look that filled his face. He never realized that Jackie struggled so much to have deeper friendships. He knew that he could make friends easily, thanks to his job. But…develop them into something more? That was a whole new thing entirely. Marvin bit his lip as he played with his fingers for a moment. “Hey Jackie…” Marvin called softly. 

“Yeah?” Jackie replied. 

“Do…Do you want a hug?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie widened his eyes and slowly started to smile while he sat up. “I would love one!” He replied before hugging Marvin first. 

Marvin took a moment to process the shock of being hugged first, but quickly closed his eyes and hugged him back. Marvin also discovered that Jackie had a really strong, secure hug. It made his hug feel more comforting and caring…to the point where Marvin refused to let go when Jackie started to pull away the first time. But Jackie quickly smiled and closed his arms again, continuing the hug for Marvin’s sake. Even Jackie had to admit that the hug felt really comforting. 

Eventually, Marvin let go and squeezed Jackie’s shoulders a couple times. “Feeling better?” Marvin asked. 

Jackie chuckled. “Why are you asking me?! You were the one who wanted the hug.” Jackie mentioned. 

“True…but you looked like you needed it.” Marvin told him. 

“Yeah…I guess I did need it.” Jackie soon admitted. 

“Are you two gonna kiss now? Or…” Some voice nearby said to the boys. 

Marvin yelped and turned to look at the voice. “WHAT THE-?!”

Meanwhile Jackie had widened his eyes and looked over at the voice. “Who- Oh…Hi Chase.” Jackie said. 

“…Hi…” Chase replied awkwardly before taking an overly long sip of his tea. “…did I interrupt something?” Chase asked. 

Marvin blushed slightly before letting go of Jackie’s shoulders. “No.” Marvin replied. 

“Okay.” Chase walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. 

Jackie looked at Chase for a moment, before smirking at Marvin. Marvin tilted his head. What was the superhero thinking? But right as Marvin was about to ask, Jackie pointed to the card deck in Marvin’s pocket. “Can I try the magic trick on you?” Jackie asked. 

Marvin smiled a bit and pulled out his cards, handing them to Jackie. “Have fun.” 

Jackie smirked and spread the cards out like a fan. “Pick a card, any card.” Jackie declared. 

Marvin smiled and took a card. But when he looked at it, he started tittering and covered his mouth. “Wohohow, not bad there, Red.” Marvin teased. 

Jackie smiled and put the cards away before pointing to Chase. “Revenge?” Jackie offered. 

Marvin smirked and nodded as he took the card, put them into the sleeve, and put them back into his pocket. “Revenge.” 

Marvin and Jackie took off running to Chase, cornering him in the kitchen. While Jackie used his flying ability to hold Chase’s arms in the air, Marvin took the time to target every one of his tickle spots for about 5-10 minutes each. And to be extra rude and annoying, Marvin even took his time telling and showing Jackie which specific ticklish spots created specific sounds, as well as what finger techniques worked on each specific area. And the last words that anyone from a 10 foot radius could hear was Chase’s laughter with the words “YOU GUYS SUCK!” Amidst his laughter. 

[trashyswitch]

Meanies Get Tickles!

Vanessa is being rather rude to Michael and the animatronics after she finds out she has to fix a mistake Michael caused. Michael is forced to explain his identity, while Vanessa gets tickled for her anger.

Part 4 of "Michael Meets the Daycare Attendant".

Part 3:

This was requested by an anonymous person. I changed it up a little bit, so it could fit the plot...Sorry. But I hope you enjoy either way!

Vanessa growled and walked up to Michael. “Was it you?” She asked. Michael turned around. “Oh! Hey-...Oh you’re really mad.” Michael realized. “Was it you?” She asked.

“Was what me?” Michael asked.

“Did you flip the bird at the Daycare Attendant?” She asked. “Oh…” Michael bit his lip and looked around. “Uhhh…”

“So it WAS you.” She reacted. “I’m sorry…” Michael muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry doesn’t fix the kids he’s taught that to.” Vanessa spat. “Now we have to reset the Daycare Attendant!” She told him.

Michael sighed. “I’ll do it.” He told her.

“Ah ah ah, you’re not doing shit.” She told him, placing her hand on his chest. “I know how to do it, and you don’t.” She told him. “How do you know I can’t reset an animatronic?!” Michael asked. “I know how to reset him!” Michael told her. “Oh really? How do you do it then?” She asked. “You…Uh- I need to look at him first!” Michael argued. “So you DON’T know how to do it.” Vanessa spat. “I do! I just need to look at a manual first!” Michael told her. “Newsflash, genius: The manual is in the hands of the CEO. The CEO and the manager are the ones that teach us how to properly do it. And since I was taught and you weren’t,” She pushed him. “I have to do it because you couldn’t keep your finger down.” She spat.

“Geez…And I thought Roxanne was bad…” Michael muttered.

She grunted and rolled her eyes. “Shut up, dumbass.” She fought before grabbing his collar and pulling him along with her. “Hey! Hey hey hey hey- This is not necessary!” Michael fought.

“Flipping the bird at the daycare attendant was unnecessary.” Vanessa spat.

Michael was pulled all the way to the entrance of the Daycare. She pushed him in, and walked into the room. She walked up to the Daycare attendant. “Hey Sun.” She greeted. “Why hello new friend!” He greeted.

Michael was hiding behind the blocks. He was banned from the daycare, and he knew the Daycare Attendant would recognize him.

“Turn around.” She ordered. When he only turned around a little bit, Vanessa growled and turned him around with force.

“WhoOoOoOa! Hehehe! Ohokay…” He reacted awkwardly.

“Shutting you down in 3…” She started counting. “2…” She flipped the switch on the back of the animatronic. “...1.” She said as the animatronic fell to the ground.

Michael got out from behind the blocks, and dropped his jaw. “That was all?!” He reacted. “I could’ve done that myself no problem!” Michael reacted. “You haven’t worked with animatronics before, Michael.” She mentioned. Michael frowned. “Actually, smartass: I have.” He replied.

“Oh really? Where?” She asked. “Circus Baby’s Pizza world.” He replied. Vanessa narrowed her eyes at him and looked at him with confusion and almost disgust. “What planet do you live on?” She asked.

Michael looked up the place on his phone and shoved the phone into her hands. “Look before you assume.” Michael ordered. Vanessa rolled her eyes and sighed. “Established by Afton Robotics, LLC, Circus Baby's Pizza World is a pizza restaurant that was opened in two thousand and-”

She did a double take, and looked up at Michael. “Okay, so it’s a real place. But 2003?! How old would you have been?” She asked, looking at him. “32.” Michael replied.

Vanessa looked at Google and looked back at Michael. “H-How old are you?” She asked. Michael chuckled and thought for a moment. “58.” He replied.

Vanessa dropped her jaw. She locked his phone and handed it back to him. “ID?” She asked. “Are you seriously IDing me?” Michael asked. “I don’t believe you’re in your 50’s. You can’t be in your 50’s. There’s no way.” She replied.

Michael sighed and took out his ID card. He showed her his license, and there it was:

03/19/1971.

Not only that, but Vanessa found something else out about him:

[Michael R. Afton.]

She widened her eyes and looked at Michael in a whole new set of eyes. “Holy shit…” She reacted.

“Thanks for making me feel old.” Michael told her. “You’re an Afton?” She asked. “Are you related to the-”

“Yup…” He replied. “Afton Robotics belonged to my father.” Michael explained.

“Who in the hell even are you?” She asked.

“Michael Afton: Son of William and Clara Afton. Only surviving Afton thus far.” Michael replied.

“I…I’m gonna need to ask more questions later. For now, let’s just get this done.” She told him. She picked up the animatronic and flipped it onto its stomach. “Alright, technician of 26 years. Show me what to do.” She ordered. Michael knelt down and clicked the sides of the animatronic. The plate lifted right off, revealing the controls.

“Not bad, Afton.” She reacted.

“Alright. Your turn.” Michael told her, with a gentle push of her arm.

Vanessa nodded and clicked a couple buttons. A flashing light and a beeping sound started going off. Soon, what sounded like printer sounds began to fill the room.

“So…Is the animatronic gonna remember that I’m banned from the daycare?” Michael asked. “He shouldn’t…” She replied.

The Daycare Attendant opened up its eyes and pulled himself up. “Hooo hooo hooo!” He declared.

“Alright. All fixed.” She replied. “Hello new friend! What are you doing up so late? Are we having a sleepover?!” He asked.

Vanessa rolled her eyes and pushed him out of the way. “Nope. We’re working.” She told him.

The Daycare Attendant looked at Vanessa and back at Michael. “What’s wrong?”

Michael leaned into The Daycare Attendant and whispered something to him.

The Daycare Attendant clapped his hands. “Hooo hooo HOOO!” He declared, before doing backflips. “Oh new frieeeeeend! Are you ticklish by any chance?”

She pushed him down. “You are NOT tickling me.” she ordered. He did somersaults up to Vanessa and grabbed her foot. “Angry friends get tickles!” He declared, yanking her down to the ground.

“NO!” She fought, kicking him as hard as she could. “BAD! SUN! BAD!” She fought.

“Now that’s not how you treat a new friend!” He reacted, pulling her closer to his hands. “Be nicer next time!” He encouraged before tickling her sides and belly.

“NEHEVER! STAHPIT!” She shouted. Michael was watching with a big smile on his face. “Serves you right, for being a meanie.” He teased. “Meanies get tickles!” He declared.

Vanessa tried to push him off her, but to no avail. He had a strong grip on her. He started tickling her armpit and belly button next.

Vanessa screeched and shook her head as a smile grew onto her lips.

“I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha!” He teased, tickling her belly button a little more. “NAHAHAHAHA! Gehehehet OHOHOFF!” She shouted.

“No way! Meanies need tickles!” He declared yet again. Michael walked up and lifted her arms up. “Mind if I help out a little?” Michael asked. “Go ahead!” The Daycare Attendant replied happily.

“NOHOHOHO THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” She yelled. “Your attitude wasn’t fair.” Michael replied.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” The Daycare Attendant teased as he started tickling both armpits.

Vanessa guffawed and cackled loudly. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” She pleaded. “Oooh! Getting to the begging now, are we?” Michael reacted.

“Tickle tickle tickle, new friend! Isn’t this fun?” He reacted.

“NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIT’S NAHAHAHAHAT!” She yelled back. “Awww…Party pooper.” Michael said in fake sadness. “Party pooper?!” The Daycare Attendant reacted. “Yeah! Vanessa is a party pooper because she said tickling isn’t fun!” He replied. “Tickling is so much fun!” The Daycare Attendant declared. “Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHECK NOHOHOHO!” She replied.

“Awww, shame…” Michael responded. [20 minutes later:]

Vanessa was finally let go, and The Daycare Attendant let them both leave. “Bye new friends!” He waved them off. “Bye Sunny!” Michael waved back. “Bye…I guess…” She muttered under her breath.

Michael chuckled at her attitude. “You know the reason why he tickled you?” He asked. “Cause you gave him the idea?” She guessed with anger still in her eyes. “Nope! Well…Yeah, but there was a different reason.” Michael told her. “Why?” She asked. “Because you have a bad attitude.” He replied.

“Hm…Says the identity hider.” She muttered. Michael froze. “Excuse me?!” He reacted. “Mr. Michael Afton the identity hider.” She said back with a smirk.

Michael smirked and crossed his arms. “Maybe I’ve got my reasons.”

“Oh really?” She reacted. “And what would those be?” She asked. “Have you looked up the name “William Afton” before?” He asked. “Nope.” She replied. “Try doing it sometime. Then you’ll understand my reasoning behind hiding it.” He told her.

Vanessa chuckled and grabbed out her phone.

[William Afton]

She clicked search and began to read…

[trashyswitch]

The Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 14: Robbie's Existential Crisis

Robbie was doing fine all day! So what made his mood change so drastically?

This one is a pure angst fest. I'm not feeling the greatest, and this was the best way I could get it out. Sorry, Robbie.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death & suicide

Chase was running around with Robbie, keeping him entertained. “I’m gonna getcha little guy!” Chase yelled after him.

“NOT A CHANCE!” Robbie yelled back.

Chase laughed and pulled out his nerf gun before loading it and aiming at the kid. “Veeeery slowly…” Chase muttered to himself.

Robbie snuck around the island and hid there for a bit. Chase slowly snuck up to the island, and turned to find him. But…no one was there on the other side. It was just empty. Chase looked around, and stared in front of him for a few moments.

“BOO!”

Chase screeched as he felt a pair of cold, tiny hands tickle his sides. “AAAAhahaha! Rohohobbihihie!” Chase laughed as he flopped onto his back.

Robbie tickled his right side, and blew a raspberry there too.

Chase completely lost it. “BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed, kicking his feet wildly as he gently pushed Robbie away.

“I got you! I got you!” Robbie cheered, grabbing Chase’s dropped nerf gun and shooting him in the forehead with it. Chase dropped to the ground with his tongue hanging out, in a fake death scene.

Robbie laughed and put the nerf gun down. “You’re not dead!” Robbie declared.

“Shhhhhhhh…I am…” chase said quietly.

“Oh really?” Robbie reacted, not believing him. “Then what do you see?” Robbie asked.

“Nothing. Well, I see black.” Chase replied.

Robbie ran up to Chase and sat beside him. “Dead people see memories!” Robbie told him.

Chase laughed. “How do you know tha-” Chase looked at Robbie and immediately noticed Robbie’s greyish skin…his sewed up neck, and the truthful look in his eyes.

Chase slowly pulled himself up onto his knees, staring at Robbie with shock. “You…saw your memories?” Chase asked.

“Yeah! I saw Mommy playing duck duck goose with me! And I saw Dad pulling me around the skating rink! And I saw…” Robbie’s smile slowly dropped as he realized what he was remembering so well… “I saw…The burglar…A black man.” Robbie told him. “He…” Chase quickly pulled Robbie into a hug. “No more guns. And no more reminicing over your death…alright?” Chase ordered calmly.

“Okay.” Robbie replied. “But…I need to talk about it.” Robbie told him. “Daddy said no keeping secrets.” Robbie told him.

Chase nodded. “Okay.”

Robbie began to explain all the things he remembered the day he died. All the fond memories he had, like watching movies with his parents. And sad moments like when his pet guinea pig died. And scary moments like when the burglar broke into the house with a gun. “I…I tried to stop him.” Robbie told him. “But…He was too fast.”

Chase gently hugged Robbie as he started to cry. Dying must’ve been terrifying for him. Dying, and waking up in the morgue. It was all a nightmare for a lot of people, and a nightmare come true for Robbie.

“My memories were…foggy. And flashed so quickly. Some of the memories went by so fast I didn’t realize what they meant.” Robbie explained.

Chase nodded and listened.

Robbie looked down at his hands and grabbed onto Chase’s shirt before shoving his face into the shirt. “I don’t wanna die again…It was too scary.” Robbie told him.

Chase felt every part of him squeezing tears out of his eyes. Chase hugged Robbie tightly. “I don’t want you to die either.” Chase choked out.

Robbie looked up at Chase.

“Truth is…” Chase wiped his tears. “You were the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You helped give me a reason to live.” Chase told him. Robbie slowly laid himself against Chase.

“I…I wanted to end my life for a long time.” Chase admitted to him.

Robbie looked up at him and breathed heavily. “Don’t do it! It’s scary and not worth it!” Robbie yelled at him.

Chase widened his eyes and stared at him.

“You have friends! You have family! You have me! Please don’t end your life! I won’t let you! I’ll take every bullet!” Robbie promised loudly.

Chase grabbed Robbie’s face and held it. “I will not, because I have you.” Chase told him. “So long as you are here with me, I will not end my life.” Chase told him.

“Please don’t end your life when I’m gone.” Robbie begged.

Chase smiled and kissed his forehead. “I have friends that I need to live for.” Chase told him.

Robbie smiled…but soon slowly dropped his smile and looked down. “I know what’s gonna happen to me…” Robbie told him.

Chase tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Chase asked.

“I’m not gonna live long.” Robbie told him. “I’m gonna rot like an apple. I’m gonna fall apart…” Robbie told him. “I’m a frankenstein.” Robbie added.

Chase looked at him. “How…do you know about Frankenstein?” Chase asked.

“Mommy told me about it once.” Robbie told him.

Chase shook his head. “You are not a frankenstein.” Chase told him. “But…” Chase grabbed his hand. “You are right.”

Robbie looked up at him as a tear fell down his face.

Chase continued. “You’re a walking, dying corpse. You shouldn’t even be alive right now. No one survives a death. The fact that you’re alive is…unbelievable.” Chase told him.

Robbie hugged him. “I wanna live as long as possible. For you.” Robbie told him.

Chase smiled and lifted him up. “Very well. We will count every moment you’re alive, and make it as memory-filled as possible.” Chase decided.

Robbie smiled and wiped away his tears. “Okay.”

Chase carried Robbie to the table and got the child something to drink. “Hey…if it makes you feel better, people think about walking dying corpses all the time.” Chase told him.

“Really?” Robbie asked.

“Yeah! People are obsessed with walking, dying corpses! They make movies on them! They make video games on them! They make Tv shows with dying corpses in them! They even make Halloween costumes of dying corpses.” Chase told him.

Robbie gasped. “Halloween costumes?!” Robbie asked.

Chase nodded. “Yeah! I should show you some of the video games they make around dying corpses.” Chase told him.

Robbie nodded and clapped his hands.

“Shawn of the dead is one to show you for sure.” Chase told him. Robbie clapped his hands more. He was excited to see people like him on screen.

“Though, I will warn you…No one really talks about the zombies being…alive like you are.” Chase mentioned.

“They…don’t feel?” Robbie asked.

“No…Not normally.” Chase told him.

Robbie frowned. “So they’re not me…” Robbie muttered.

“No…you’re a rare one.” Chase told him.

“Too rare.” Robbie muttered more.

Chase tilted his head with empathy. “Do you wanna have a down day? Just a…’this sucks’ kinda day?” Chase asked.

Robbie looked up. “That’s not healthy.”

“It is once in a while.” Chase told him.

Robbie got up and out of the table. “No…” Robbie walked away and headed to his room. Robbie even walked right past Marvin, who was in his cat form.

Marvin jumped up onto the table. “What’s up with Robbie?” Marvin asked.

Chase grabbed a whiskey bottle from the fridge. “He’s having a ‘this sucks’ kinda day.” Chase told him.

“What sucks?” Marvin asked.

“Life.” Chase replied.

Marvin frowned at this. “Why?”

Chase walked up to Marvin and looked at him. “Robbie remembers how he died. He remembers what it was like to die, and he doesn’t want to experience it again. But, he knows he’s going to, because he’s rotting away ‘like an apple’, and is slowly decomposing like a zombie.” Chase explained.

Marvin widened his eyes in horror. “............Oh…”

Chase tsked and drank a swig of whiskey. “Yup…It’s gonna be one of these days.” Chase muttered.

Marvin nodded. “I see…”

Marvin turned himself back into a human and sat on the end of the table. “I’m guessing he’s been like this all day?” Marvin asked.

“No…He’s been good pretty much all day.” Chase told him. “It’s when he started quizzing me on how death was like…that’s when it started to go downhill.” Chase explained.

“Oh…” Marvin muttered. “Oh yeah cause I guess he was shot and- …Yeah, gotcha.” Marvin made the realization in his head.

Chase got up and put he lid onto the bottle. “Want a drink?”

“Dude…You just drank straight up from that bottle. No thank you.” Marvin replied.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Chase asked.

“Jamie’s having a ‘life sucks’ kinda day too…” Marvin told him.

Chase softened his expression. “He is?” He asked.

“Yup…He’s got…something on his mind…I can’t quite figure out what.” Marvin explained.

“Oh…That sucks.” Chase said.

Marvin removed his mask from his face and looked up at Chase for help.

Chase nodded and tipped his hat. “I’ll talk to him in a bit.” Chase told him.

“Thank you, Chase. Want me to handle Robbie?” Marvin asked.

“Sure.” Chase replied.

Chase walked himself into Jamie’s bedroom, and was immediately greeted with a huge bear hug from Jamie. Jamie looked up at Chase with teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and signed something to him.

‘Can I talk to you for a minute?’ Jamie signed.

Chase nodded and closed the door.

[trashyswitch]

Safety Within the Sanders' Pizzeria

Virgil's inner anxiety and interactions with some of the animatronics, causes Virgil to have a panic attack during work. Thankfully, Logan and Patton are there to calm him down and be playful with him.

The ending includes slightly dirty statements, because...Remus. But that's about it!

And this prompt was suggested by good ol' Pumpkin Paw! I hope you like it! And for the rest of you: JURY DUTY, JURY DUTY, JURY DUTY, BLACK MAIL-

Just kidding! I hope you enjoy!

Virgil was growing terrified of the robots. They all seemed to have a sinister side that tripled when they were kept in darkness and not surrounded by children. Though a couple of the robots were better-suited for children, there were robots he was much more terrified of…

Examples? Remus and Janus.

Janus was an unpredictable robot that managed to glitch himself into an impulsive liar. He’s encouraged kids to set things on fire, let kids play with sharpened swords, showed kids how to make chloroform, and taught kids all kinds of dangerous things. There was a reason Janus was kept in a locked room to only be used for spare parts. He was also scared that Janus was gonna pull some manipulative tricks on him or scare him. His worst nightmare was the thought of Janus sneaking up on him with a box of matches and saying “Humans are very flame resistant! Let me show you:” and setting him on fire. OH PLEASE NO.

Remus was even worse! He caused violence way too much, and looked like a creepy, insane robotic homeless guy that could kill hundreds if he was allowed to go free. He even smelled like a mix of mold, metal and dead mice. Worst of all? He had a mace. A FREAKING MACE! WHO THE HELL GAVE THE ROBOT A MACE?! And since his robot body made him so strong, Virgil’s head could easily be crushed by a single swing of the mace alone! All he could do was pray that Remus never got any ideas to try it out.

“Ooooh Viiirgiiil~” someone called.

Virgil jumped and moved his flashlight around to find the source of the sound. “You-You’d better leave me alone! I-” Virgil grabbed a lamp. “I have a...A lamp! And I’m not afraid to use it!” Virgil warned.

The voice let out a manic laugh that helped him identify the voice. It was Remus. “That’s a good one! The poor security guard’s all alone with only his lamp to hold onto! Such a shame it won’t save you.” Remus teased.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Virgil asked, plugging it in.

“The lamp’s hardly a weapon up against my pointy mace! All it’ll take is a big, fat, SPLAT! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! THEN IT’LL JUST BE BROKEN GLASS AND METAL!” Remus declared.

Virgil growled and held up the lamp in one hand, and the switch in the other. “Alright coward, COME ON OUT.”

Remus kicked the door down. “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST- AAAAAAH!” Remus interrupted himself and covered up his eyes with his hands. “FAAACK!”

Virgil smiled a little as he shined the light right into Remus’s eyes. “Not so tough now with burned robot eyes, huh?” Virgil spat.

Remus growled and started swinging his mace around blindly. Virgil’s confident smirk quickly turned to fear as he tried to get out of the way of the flying mace. “WHOA- Oh geez- REMUS!” Virgil shouted.

It didn’t take long for the lamp to end up destroyed into pieces by the mace. Remus let out some proud, chaotic laughter as his eyes very slowly adjusted. “Just like a piñata! A few more hits should do it!” Remus declared as he readied his mace like a baseball bat.

Virgil quickly dropped the lamp and sprinted away as quickly as he could. He sprinted out of the office and darted his way down the hall. But his sprinting was quickly brought to a halt by another robot who was blocking his path.

“Oooooh! Looking confident today, Security guard.” The robot teased as he tipped his hat. Oh no...It was Janus…

Virgil sprinted behind Janus and hid. “Please hide me! Remus is trying to kill me!” Virgil begged.

Janus turned his head a full 180 degrees to look right at Virgil. “My, what a brave soul.” Janus reacted out loud.

Virgil shrieked at Janus’s over contorted head and backed up from him. “That’snotright! that’snotRIGHT!” Virgil muttered.

Janus’s eyes moved to the right...they moved to the left...then they looked back at Virgil. “What do you mean? This is normal.” Janus told him. To top it all off, Janus had shrugged his shoulders like a human usually would. But Janus’s shoulder blades were literally just below Janus’s chin and were facing the terrified security guard. That was NOT normal.

In fact, that was enough to make Virgil scream and sprint off again. He sprinted his way further down the hall, and was soon skidded to a stop by one more animatronic:

“OOOH! A worthy opponent!” The animatronic declared, pointing his sharpened knife to Virgil. Virgil shrieked and put his hands up in surrender. “That’s right, you have no weapon! So that means you’re my prisoner!” Roman declared, grabbing his hand and leading him away. “I hope you can appreciate a quick death. Let’s say...Beheading! With my sword, of course!” Roman declared.

Virgil took one look at the sword and yelped: The sword was AN INCH AWAY FROM HIS EYE.

Roman giggled at his scared face. “Hehehe! Poke poke~”

Virgil screeched like a terrified hawk and pulled his arm out of Roman’s grip. The moment he was free, Virgil screamed again and took off sprinting.

“Wait! Wait, Virgil! I was joking! Come on!” Roman yelled to him.

Virgil sprinted all the way to the other side of the pizzeria. The animatronics were everywhere. He couldn’t get away! They wouldn’t stop grabbing him! Threatening his life! SCARING HIM TO DEATH!

OH NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! Virgil tried to get up and take off running again. But this animatronic had him good. So Virgil started to kick, scream, and punch. Anything to get out of the animatronic’s strong grip.

“Virgil! Virgil Sanders! Can you hear me?” The animatronic asked.

Virgil’s fighting slowed a bit as he heard his actual name. “Wh- *huff, huff, huff* What-”

“Virgil Sanders. Is that right?” The animatronic asked. Virgil nodded his head. “Okay. I only know your name because I read your name tag.” The animatronic told him.

Okay...Okay. That makes sense. But this is an animatronic! Why are they being nice? The only animatronic he knew that was nice, was Patton! And even HE was a little sinister! “Pat- Patisthatyou?” Virgil asked.

“This is Logan. I need you to sit down and try to cooperate with me.” Logan explained. Virgil looked up and managed to catch the general outline of glasses...and a dark blue shirt. “Don’t worry. You’re safe. I’ve closed the doors and ordered all the animatronics but Patton, to leave you alone.” Logan explained.

Virgil started to relax his muscles bit by bit. “O...Okay...Okay.”

Something slid into his hand. “Can you feel my hand?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. “Okay good. Can you feel my face?” Logan asked as he placed Virgil’s hand onto his cold, hard cheek.

Virgil nodded and looked up at him. “Cold...It’s cold.” Virgil added.

“Okay.” Logan replied.

“Good job Kiddo!” Another animatronic cheered. Virgil smiled a little at that.

“Now:” Logan placed Patton’s hand onto Virgil’s arm. “Can you feel the hand on your arm?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. Logan continued. “That is Patton’s hand.” Logan told him.

Virgil nodded. “Okay.”

Patton, feeling a little playful, placed his hand on Virgil’s belly. “Do you feel this?” Patton asked as he started gently scratching it.

Virgil smiled and laughed a little. “Yeheheah, Ihihi doho.”

“Patton, I don’t think childish behaviours like tickling are recommended when a person is recovering from a panic atta-”

“It’s working!” Patton added his other hand to Virgil’s belly and started skittering all over. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

Virgil giggled and fell gently onto his back while he rolled around and pushed at Patton’s hands. “Hehehehehe! Hahahahahaha! Ihihi’m ohokahahahay.” Virgil let him know.

“Alright.” Patton stopped tickling him. “Did that help?”

Virgil smiled. “Yes. A lot, actually.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “Fascinating...Virgil must be a rare human to appreciate tickling after a panic attack.” Logan reacted calmly.

Patton chuckled and shook his head. “Or tickling really does help for panic attacks and you just don’t believe me yet!” Patton picked up Virgil, held him in his arms like a toddler, and started skittering his fingers on Virgil’s sides. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”

Virgil squealed and started to wiggle again. “HAhahahaha! Hehehehe Pahahahat! Thahahat ticklehehes!” Virgil giggled.

“Ihi can tell! If it wasn’t ticklish to you, then I’d still be looking for new ticklish spots.” Patton replied.

Patton lifted up Virgil’s Security Guard shirt a bit and found the guy’s belly button. “Oooh! Giggle button!” Patton reacted as he poked it a few times. Virgil guffawed! His back arched like a freaking rainbow, and Virgil just about kicked Patton in the face! But thankfully, Patton caught the foot right before it hit him. “That was close…” Patton said calmly.

Virgil was covering his belly. “Sohorry. My belly button is REEEALLY bad.” Virgil admitted.

Patton dropped Virgil’s foot. “It IS?!” Patton pretty much dove towards Virgil and started scratching Virgil’s belly again. “Does this tickle?” Patton asked.

Virgil squeaked and squealed while rolling around and kicking his feet. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHESS!” Virgil yelled back.

Patton grabbed both of Virgil’s sides and started squeezing. “Does this tickle more? Or less?” Patton asked.

Virgil’s laughter fell to giggles while Patton tickled up and down the one side of his ribs. “Yeheheheheheah. Ihihihit tihihihihicklehehes lehehehess.” Virgil replied.

Patton hummed. “I can tell! Your laughter went from super strong, to little giggles!” Patton reacted.

Virgil nodded. “It did, yeah.”

Patton gasped and lifted Virgil’s shirt again. “I wanna hear your laughter again!” Patton declared before poking and swirling his finger in his belly button.

“Patton...Maybe we should tone it down-”

“BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAITNOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil rolled onto his belly as soon as he possibly could, and then continued to giggle into the floor as he recovered. “Lohohoho...Loho hahahas ahaha pohohohoint.” Virgil told him.

Patton frowned a little and crossed his arms. “Fiiine. I guess I’ll give you a break.” Patton decided.

Virgil let out a breath of relief and turned onto his back again. “Thank you.”

Logan was staring at Virgil with his eyes slightly narrow and a hand on his chin. It looked like he was in a hyper focused thinking mode. Logan just kept on staring at him, and looking him up and down. It was growing a little creepy for his liking. But...Logan probably didn’t really realize it.

“Um...L-Logan?” Virgil asked.

Logan moved his hand off his own chin and brought his index finger closer to Virgil. “Virgil…” He said, pointing to the nametag. “A male name meaning ‘Staff bearer’ in Latin.” Logan explained.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded. “Yes...That’s right. It’s also the name of a Roman poet.” Virgil admitted.

“Yes: Publius Vergilius Maro. He became influential in The Golden Age. Also known as The Augustan Age.” Logan added.

Virgil smiled. “Isn’t Augustus the Emperor that was related to Julius Caesar?” Virgil asked.

“Yes! Caesar was Augustus’s great-uncle.” Logan replied.

“Okay.” Virgil decided. “So...What about it?”

Logan smiled. “The name is very uncommon in this century.” Logan told him.

Virgil smiled. “I guess I’m special.” He teased.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps.”

Logan leaned in and brought his hands towards Virgil’s ribs. “Is your ribcage ticklish by chance?” Logan asked him.

Virgil widened his eyes and scooted closer to the wall with a wobbly smile on his face. “Nohoho, no, no it’s not. Totally not.” Virgil lied desperately.

“Hmm...I see...And,” Logan touched down and started skittering, “-does proving my point help the factual robot to see that you’re lying?” Logan asked with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Yes! Yes it does.”

Virgil bursted out into fits of giggles and laughter mixed into one reaction. “Aahahahahahaha! Ohohokahahahay, okay yohohohou’re rihihihight! Ihihi lihihihied! Ihihi’m sohohohorryhyhyhy!” Virgil admitted.

“I appreciate you apologizing. However, I’m afraid it’s a little too late for mercy to be bestowed upon you.” Logan told him as he started to move up the ribs.

Virgil’s laughter grew higher in octave, and a little louder. “WahahaHAHAHAIT- WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOHOUGHT-”

“You thought you were getting a break?” Logan finished for him. “Nah. I just wanted to have my turn to be the infamous ‘tickle monster’. Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo Virgil~” Logan teased.

Virgil threw his head back and started cackling. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged, trapping Logan’s hands in his upper arms.

“Oh dear...Patton, did you trick me into entering a trap?” Logan asked.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “Nohoho, why?”

Logan huffed dramatically and pulled. “Because I appear to be stuck. And Virgil is a lot stronger than I envisioned.” Logan explained.

Patton laughed even harder. “YOHOHOU’RE A ROBOT! You’re made of METAL! All it takes is a tug, Logan!” Patton reminded him.

Logan paused his tickling as he looked down at his arms and started pulling. But the pulling was made to be super weak and...quite pathetic for a robot.

“Ohohokahahay, nohohow you’re just beheheheing rihihidicuhulohohous.” Virgil told him.

Logan looked at Virgil with a frown and a smirk. “Excuse me?” Logan reacted. “Pathetic?”

Virgil’s giggles skyrocketed from Logan’s reaction. “Yeheheheahahahah!” Virgil further provoked.

Logan smirked even wider and fixed his glasses. “Excuse me while I do this:” Logan picked up Virgil like a toddler, brought him into his arms and covered every part of Virgil’s middle with tickles. Ribs, belly, sides, belly button, hips, they were all tickled.

Virgil absolutely LOST IT! He was a mess of cackles, snorts, hiccups, and even squeaks mixed together into one big ball! Virgil looked like a snorter, so the snort didn’t really catch Logan off guard.

However, Patton was ecstatic. “Logan! Did you hear that?! He snorted! He has a snort laugh! Hahahahaha! I love it! I wanna hear it again! Can you make him snort again?” Patton asked amidst his rambling.

Logan giggled at this and nodded. “Sure thing Pat in the Hat.” Logan replied. To make Virgil snort again, Logan specifically targeted his upper ribs and his belly all at once. This made Virgil cackle, squeal, and as Patton wanted: snort.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! *snort* TOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH! TOHO *snort* MUHUHUHUCH! MEHEHEHERCYHYHYHYHY! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE?” Virgil pleaded.

“Uh oh...I do believe his oxygen level is dropping a bit too low. I will need to stop and let him breathe again.” Logan told Patton as he stopped tickling.

Virgil went limp in Logan’s arms almost immediately. He was breathing heavily as well, which further proved Logan’s observation.

“Hohohow…” Virgil was stopped by Logan’s index finger on his lips.

“Hush Virgil. Just breathe for a bit. Then you may ask your question.” Logan advised.

Virgil rolled his eyes and listened to him. But Virgil did feel a little annoyed by Logan’s advice. How did Logan know what’s best for him? He’s not a human. He hasn’t experienced being human since he was made. Heck, even his human-mimicking socializing was quite off. No one quite talked like Logan. Well, except for the super introverted nerds in the world.

BUt Virgil still listened to him. When he felt recovered enough, Virgil tried again. “How do you know my oxygen level?” Virgil asked.

Logan looked down at him. “I have been fitted with a pulse Oximeter at my fingertips.” Logan explained briefly. He brought his fingers to Virgil’s. “I can squeeze gently on your finger, and a number will show up. If it’s normal, then I don’t have any reason to act concerned. If it’s low however, I may advise breathing more heavily or going outside for some fresh air or a short walk. That usually helps raise a human’s blood oxygen level.” Logan explained.

“Hm...I see. Can you do anything else?” Virgil asked.

“Indeed I can.” Logan replied. “Not many people know this, but I have been fitted with a Glucometer for checking the blood sugar of any suspected or confirmed diabetic of any age.” Logan told him. “I also have a way to check your general body temperature.” Logan added. “You’re fairly warm still. However, exerting activities such as tickling can make you increasingly warm.” Logan explained.

Virgil smiled. “That’s really cool.”

Logan smiled. “I can also confirm that you are, in fact, a male. If you were a trans male, I would know. But I would still be ordered to call you by your preferred pronouns due to backlash if I failed to do so.” Logan explained.

“Kinky!” Someone added randomly.

Patton jumped at the new voice, and frowned at the word he used. “Remus, no!” Patton warned.

Logan sighed and fixed his glasses. “Remus, it is NOT kinky! It is basic knowledge!” Logan argued.

“Sounds pretty kinky to me! Right Security Guard?” Remus teased.

Virgil looked away, growing a little more uncomfortable than he expected. “A...A little…”

Logan looked at Virgil. “I don’t quite understand…” Logan admitted. “Did I do something wrong?”

Virgil shook his head. “No! No you didn’t. Just for the future...Maybe keep the ‘gender’ identifying technology a secret. For...social purposes.” Virgil advised.

Logan nodded. “Noted.” Then, Logan smiled. “However, we are gonna take advantage of your more regular oxygen levels and resume tickling you.”

Wait a minute, WHAT?!

Patton gasped and clapped his hands. “YES! MORE SNORTS!”

And more snorts Patton got. Dozens, to be specific.

[trashyswitch]

Jeremy and the Unusual Reunion

Jeremy ends up being pulled into an animatronic reunion. Literally. But the reunion ends up full of laughs with old companions, laughs with new companions, and an unexpected meet up with an old coworker.

Sequel to 'Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots'.

I feel like I've been on roller coaster ride after roller coaster ride...and some of them have not been very pleasant. But, I'm making the best out of the situation. I hope you enjoy this fanfic! And if you offered up a fanfic, don't worry! I'm working on it!

Jeremy was going for a walk in the street. He was enjoying the sunny day with the nice little breeze that filled his face. Today was really the perfect day to go walking. Cars driving by, the sun shining on your face, the birds flying through the buildings, even younger and older kids biking up and down the street in groups of 4 or 8.

But all the happiness quickly changed when he felt his hand get grabbed. He was about to turn to see who it was, when Jeremy was yanked backwards into an alleyway. Jeremy yelped as he was pulled really quickly past the bricks, and grunted as his body hit a wall. Jeremy had the air knocked out of him as a result, making it extra hard to breathe for a few moments.

A being with what felt like electrical cords for hands, grabbed his upper arms and held them against the wall beside his middle. “Why hello, Michael~” Ennard greeted. “Still alive, I see?”

Jeremy looked up, and immediately started screaming! It was a huge animatronic abomination made primarily of cords and a clown head with a party hat and a big red nose. Oh no...Not the Pizzeria beings again!

Ennard slammed Jeremy’s body into the wall again. “SHUT UP.”

But Jeremy refused to shut up. “LET ME GO! I’M NOT MICHAEL! I DON’T KNOW WHO MICHAEL I-”

Suddenly, a white feminine-looking hand covered up Jeremy’s mouth. “There! Soooo much quieter!” The being talking was a version of Foxy that Jeremy had never seen before. It...looked very feminine and had girly attributes to it. An example: Pink long nails.

Jeremy didn’t know how to feel about this.

“Funny...He was right. This isn’t Michael…” Ennard reacted calmly. “Michael has darker hair...and a similar facial shape…”

Suddenly, a worn down version of Toy Chica walked up to the person and gasped. “Jeremy! Fancy seeing you here!” Chica squawked.

Jeremy widened his eyes. Oh no...Not the toys…

Hey boys! Jeremy’s still here!” Chica reacted.

Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie and Foxy walked themself to Jeremy and smiled. “

Did someone order an old friend?!" Toy Freddy asked enthusiastically.

Oh no...NOT THESE GUYS AGAIN!

"You won't get tired of my voice... will you?" Toy Chica asked.

To save his butt, Jeremy shook his head no.

“Okay! Good!” Chica replied.

"Is there someone here who needs some extra-special cheering up?" Toy Freddy asked.

Uh oh...That’s not good. Not good at all!

Toy Freddy smiled and turned to the other animatronics. “My friend here is very ticklish! I remember all his ticklish spots too!” Freddy told him.

Oh no...OH GOD NO!

“Oooooh! That tickles me just thinking about it! Do tell!” Funtime Foxy begged.

“Aaaalrighty!” Toy Freddy started pointing to different spots. “His belly is very ticklish! But his armpits are really bad! His hips are a good spot too! And don’t forget those toesies!” Toy Freddy explained.

Jeremy curled his toes, just thinking about it. This cannot be happening...What ever happened to his peaceful walk? Is that just thrown out the window now?

“Alright Jeremy! Time for the tickle tickle tickles!” Freddy decided as he started tickling and poking Jeremy’s belly.

Jeremy jumped and widened his eyes, and quickly covered his mouth. He wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t gonna give them the satisfaction. No way, no how-

Theeen someone went for the armpits…

“aaAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO AHARMPIHIHIHIHITS!” Jeremy shouted.

Well...so much for ‘no breaking’...

“That was quick! Have you been getting more ticklish while I was gone?” Toy Freddy asked curiously.

Hell if he knew! Does anyone get more ticklish over time?! Or is it just him?!

Jeremy squeaked and laughed as his armpits were attacked and played with. This was NOT how he imagined his day to go. But, he had to admit: tickling is better than death.

“OOooooh! He really IS ticklish! Can I try?” Funtime Foxy asked.

“Of course you can! Your nails will work perfectly for what we’re doing!” Toy Freddy replied.

Oh no...NOT THE NAILS!

Funtime Foxy walked to Jeremy’s foot and picked it up. Jeremy immediately grew nervous as he stared at the pink nails. They looked sharp! But they looked SUPER ticklish too…

“Aaaalright! Time to work my magic!” Funtime Foxy started wiggling their fingers eagerly at the toes. Then, they touched down and started skittering all over. “A kitchy kitchy kitchy koo! A kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”

Jeremy squealed out of surprise and clamped his teeth. His lips began to ripple into a smile as he struggled to handle the ticklish feeling that covered his feet. He soon started humming and giggling a little. “MMmmmmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm! Hmhmhmhmhmhm-nohohohohohoho!” Jeremy whined. “Stahahap it that ticklhlhlhles!” Jeremy whined a little more.

“Oh really, giggly Jeremy?” Toy Freddy teased. “I couldn’t tell! I thought you found something funny to laugh at!” Toy Freddy teased.

BonBon looked up at Funtime Freddy. “Maybe he was giggling at you!” Bonbon teased to Funtime Freddy.

Funtime Freddy gasped and huffed. “How dare he!” Funtime Freddy looked down at Bonbon and smirked. “Hey Bon-Bon! GO GE-GET HIM!” Funtime Freddy threw Bonbon right at Jeremy. Bonbon smacked Jeremy in the face, but slid down to his belly. Quickly, Bonbon started giggling and wiggling into his shirt.

Jeremy widened his eyes. “Nohohow HOHOHOLD OHOHON! HAHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES! HAHAhahahahAHAHAHAHAha!”

The little version of Bonnie wiggled and shook itself further under the fabric of his shirt, and started tickling with his nubs and blowing robotic raspberries into his belly button.

Jeremy SCREAMED and pretty much tripled his wiggling! He was wiggling so much at this point, that an average human adult would’ve lost grip of his ticklish spots! But NOPE! These were ROBOTS with EXTRA strength on their side. There was NO WAY he was getting out of THIS grip. No way for a long shot!

“HAHAHahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHA- HEHEHEHEHELP! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!” Jeremy begged to Funtime Freddy’s general direction.

Funtime Freddy just chuckled. “Sorry buddy. But I only have one hand right now! You’re just gonna have to let Bonbon do his tickly thing.” Funtime Freddy replied casually.

If these robots were programmed with any sort of artificial ticklishness, then Jeremy would 100% go for all the spots at once. This was SO unfair! It was 1 against 10-12 animatronics! How was THAT ever fair?! This is like being licked and played with by 12 horses! Though, even horses would offer more empathy to Jeremy than these robots.

Bonbon was giggling along with him as he scurried up Jeremy’s armpit. Almost on cue, Ennard grabbed onto Jeremy’s arm and held it above his head. With the arm open and out of the way, Bonbon wiggled itself to the upper chest and started attacking Jeremy’s armpit with both little nubby hands, AND with the ears! Literally! Even the ears were bending up and down and tickling his armpit! And it felt like being tickled by four nubby hands!

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THE AHAHAHARMPIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy screamed.

“You’re so silly!” Bonbon declared rather happily.

“That’s enough…” a raspy voice told them. Bonbon jumped and stopped immediately. He refused to come out of the shirt though...Perhaps it was afraid of the voice.

“Come on Bonbon! It’s just-” Funtime Freddy widened his eyes as he realized who it actually was. Funtime Freddy moved out of the way for the creature and stood to the side. This allowed Jeremy a moment or two to see who was talking.

Jeremy stared at the creature in horror and surprise…

It was a green, completely ruined animatronic in the shape of a bunny!

Jeremy felt intense fear filling his thoughts as he gazed upon the green bunny. He felt the desperate need to get the hell out of there! But these freaking robots wouldn’t let him go without another evil tickle attack on the way!

The bunny hobbled closer and stared at the human. Jeremy grew uncomfortable super quickly. The bunny moved into the light, revealing its human, and animatronic mixed appearance. It was hideous to look at!

Jeremy SHRIEKED and wiggled more as he stared at the huge metal buck teeth. IT WAS GONNA EAT HIM! IT WAS GONNA CHOMP HIM LIKE THE OTHER ANIMATRONIC DID! AAAAAAH!

The green bunny scoffed. “Pathetic…” The green bunny muttered before looking a little closer at him. “Wait a minute...This isn’t him at all…” The green bunny turned to the animatronics with a blank animatronic expression. But his inner face could easily tell you he was pissed. “You useless machines! This is the wrong person!” The bunny yelled.

“We know, sir Afton. But the old ones remember him!” Funtime Freddy told him, pointing to the toy animatronics like a toddler.

“What?!” The bunny asked, turning to the toy animatronics.

“This was the security guard that worked at night!” Toy Freddy declared. “Gerald was his name!” he added.

Jeremy couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “It’s Fitzgerald, Fazbear.” Jeremy clarified.

‘Fitzgerald…’ The bunny thought...

“Wait…” The bunny grabbed onto Jeremy’s head and started looking for something on his head. Jeremy started to freak out at first, but slowly calmed down as the bunny moved his bangs out of the way in a surprisingly gentle manner. “It can’t be…”

The bunny soon took notice of the scar on his face and very softly felt it like a blind person would feel braille dots. Jeremy had calmed down rather quickly, and seemed to have grown more curious rather than concerned.

“It is…” The bunny muttered. “Jeremy Fitzgerald…What a pleasant surprise to see you again.” The bunny spoke.

Jeremy looked super nervous and yet, quite confused. Truth was, he was more focused on how boney and hard the bunny’s fingers were…

The bunny quickly noticed this strange reaction. “I see...I imagine you don’t recognize me at all…” the voice told him.

“I...don't, sadly. Do I know you?” Jeremy asked. “You seem to be the only...humane animatronic so far.”

“Humane is not far off, Fitzgerald…” The bunny showed Jeremy his hand and showed him the skull.

Jeremy widened his eyes. “The animatronics have hu-”

“I was in a workplace accident thirty years ago...I still don’t fully understand why I survived.”

Jeremy felt like all the air had evaporated from his lungs. “M-Mike…”

“Mike? Oh no no no…” The bunny opened its mouth as if to smile. “William...William Afton. Former co-owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza...And founder of Fazbear Entertainment.” The bunny cleared up.

Jeremy was 5 seconds away from shrieking. William Afton was also a murderer! And he’s alive after all this time!

Jeremy finally pulled his hands out of Ennard’s grip and pulled Bonbon out of his shirt. “Get away from me! You MONSTER!”

The bunny widened his eyes and narrowed his eyes in anger. “And I treated you quite kindly…”

“YOU MURDERER! HOW COULD YOU?!” Jeremy reached into the suit and grabbed the first thing he could. Whatever it was, it was hard and felt like a vertical puzzle piece. “I’ll- I’ll break whatever’s in my hand!”

The bunny chuckled in its very low voice. “There is a metal spine attached to the suit that holds me together. Even if you broke my spine...I will still be able to kill you.”

Jeremy widened his eyes and finally settled for kicking him in the groin to run. But Jeremy’s entire body froze to a halt as intense, mind-numbing pain filled his foot.

Jeremy SCREAMED and pulled his pulsing foot back. He grabbed his foot and hopped backwards to the wall. “Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! What are you MADE OF?!” Jeremy shouted as he hissed and rubbed his paining foot.

The bunny bursted out laughing at him. “You thought you could immobilize me? I believe you have forgotten I’m partly made of metal.” The bunny reminded him calmly.

The bunny got closer to Jeremy, and stared into him with his icey eyes. “You should’ve went for spine…”

The bunny backed away from Jeremy and looked over at the animatronics for a moment. Then...he looked back at Jeremy with an evil glare on his face. “Seize him.”

Jeremy shrieked and struggled to get away as a crowd of 12 or 15 animatronics completely surrounded Jeremy.

The bunny opened his mouth more, showing his bucktooth smile. “Have some fun with him.” He told the animatronics.

It didn’t take long for squeaks and laughter to fill the backstreet again. Jeremy squirmed around like a worm, and laughed hysterically as multiple ticklish spots were attacked at once.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! DOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE MEHEHEHEHEHEHE WIHIHIHITH THEHEHEHEHEM!” He begged.

“You don’t want me to help you...I might just kill you.” The bunny joked in a dark manner.

Jeremy just about lost it when he said that. Okay! Screw that! Scratch him off the list of people to be saved by!

But there was no one else to save him! Only the murderer Afton could save him from the tickle attacks! And he was the one that caused them to continue!

“Oh! Hey Funtime Foxy! Go for his sides! They’re really bad too!” Toy Freddy suggested.

“Oooooh! Okay!” Funtime Foxy reached her hand out and started squeezing and skittering her pretty pink nails onto both of Jeremy’s sides. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koooooo!”

Freddy chuckled. “Hey, where’s the puppet? We should get him here too!”

OH NO! NOT THE PUPPET!

Jeremy yelped and pulled on his bound arms. “NO! NOT THE PUPPET! NAHAHAT THE PUPPET! PLEASE NO!”

Suddenly, a music box sound went off in the background...and a black and white thin creature slowly rose from the box.

“Hey Puppet! Jeremy’s back! Wanna come help us?” Toy Freddy asked.

The puppet climbed out of the music box and tilted his head.

“Yeah! Look at Jeremy! Hasn’t he changed since we last saw him? He looks old now!” Toy Freddy told the puppet.

“HEY! Shut up, you dinosaur!” Jeremy shot back.

Toy Freddy gasped at the retort. “Excuse me?!”

“Yeah! You heard me! Or did you, old hag?” Jeremy teased.

I recognize you, but I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.” The puppet said with a giggle.

“Oh...Oh that’s wonderful.” Jeremy muttered.

Toy Freddy grabbed Jeremy’s sides. “CHEER UP TIME!” he shouted before squeezing his sides.

Jeremy bursted out laughing wildly and flopped around. It tickled so much! Oh my goodness! Jeremy was a mess of hysterics, and he was growing to love it! Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought...

The bunny sighed and rolled his eyes with a little smile as he thought:

‘What a child…’