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lee-terence · 15 days ago

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This is ELEEot because it just kinda came to me and I need more time to come up with ShedLEEtsky

Here’s ur food chat my internet just went kablamo so this took a while longer to post but it’s posted now

This is lé epic tickle fic, so shy away if ur not into it

Lee- Elliot

Ler- Guest (1337)

Guest Appearance (get it? =D): Builderman

“Get Better Aim!”

All Guest could do was run… in short, unhelpful sprints. He was completely out of stamina and Jason was right behind him. Horror Hotel was oddly hard for Guest. Luckily for him, Elliot was standing by.

Running Elliot’s way, he quickly parried Jason.

“Elliot. Pizza. Hea-“

Jason was already back up and running at Guest, which meant Elliot was gonna have to toss the pizza at Guest.

Ass Guest took off running, Elliot’s pizza ability went off cooldown. Guest saw Elliot ready to throw the pizza and ran in an easy hit area on the middle field. 8 health left and Jason was about to slash and-

Cabin. The last thing Guest saw was a pizza flying directly at Jason instead of him as a machete pierced his skull. Respawning back in the cabin, he was met with Jason’s previous kill, Taph.

“I uhh… was spectating you… saw that pizza throw… Elliot… uh… missed.” Taph spoke in his usual, airy, whispery voice.

“I noticed…” Guest spoke through gritted teeth. There were still two survivors left; Elliot and Builderman. Guest walked over to the survivor table and sat down. Elliot and Builderman probably wouldn’t survive anyway.

Elliot… it was his third time today missing a vital pizza throw. Guest was understandably annoyed. Very annoyed. But how could he blame Elliot? They hadn’t even been… wherever this is for a year. Elliot was probably still new to it. Maybe it all the pressure? Guest was an important sentinel and nervousness can cause slip-ups. But… three times was too much. Elliot missed more throws than he hit.

Guest heard the typical LMS music play. Surprisingly, Elliot was the last survivor. Usually Elliot was targeted for being the most annoying support, so it was nice to see him make it through a round. But as quickly as the music started, it ended, and Elliot reappeared in the cabin with everyone looking at him.

“Hi guys…” Elliot adjusted his cap as most of the survivors left. Guest stayed though. “And hi, Guest…” Elliot looked up at Guest sheepishly.

“Hello, Elliot.” Guest looked at Elliot with expectancy.

“… If- if this is about the pizza, I can explain-“

“What’s there to explain? You missed. End of story. With most of the others, at least. You miss, sure, but you miss more often when MY life is on the line. Is it something I did?”

Elliot was about to deny, but the more he thought about it… Guest was right. He was able to throw pizza at other survivors with perfect accuracy but… when it came to Guest, he just couldn’t hit him with the pizza.

“I mean… it’s not because of anything you did. It’s just…” Elliot couldn’t find his words.

“Just what?”

“… nothing. It- it’s just that I missed, like you said.”

“I call bullshit.” Guest walked up to Elliot, looking down at him firmly.

Elliot knew that look—Guest only looked at anyone like that if he was being absolutely serious.

“Uh… well…-“ Elliot stumbled over his words.

Before Elliot could make an excuse, Guest grabbed Elliot’s hand and dragged him outside the cabin, shutting the door behind him. He let go of Elliot’s hand and sat down on the bench on the porch, patting the seat next to him.

Elliot timidly took a seat. “So… do you want me to apologize-“

Guest cut Elliot off. “I don’t want an apology, I want an answer from you.” Guest looked Elliot dead in the eyes.

“Well… you’re a really… important survivor and… you’re always risking your life, charging into the killer to save someone…”

“And… I mean, that really can’t compare to anything else we are capable of.”

Guest kept his gaze fixated on Elliot, taking in his words. “And that makes you miss basic shots that the little league could make because…?”

Elliot remained quiet and looked away.

“Oh come on Elliot-“ Guest grabbed Elliot’s sides and turned him to face Guest, when Elliot made a small, quiet squeak.

Guest paused, and so did Elliot. Elliot silently prayed Guest hadn’t noticed anything. He could feel his face heating up either way.

“Okaaay… anyways. I’m not letting this go, El. Tell me the truth.”

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief. “Right- the truth… well-“

“The truth about whether you just squeaked or not.”

Elliot inhaled a breath of anxiety. Guest HAD noticed. “Uhm… it just caught me by surprise…” Elliot knew that was a terrible excuse.

“… you’re ticklish.”

Elliot immediately got defensive. “I mean- yeah, but isn’t everyone a little ticklish? It’s just the natural way that the body responds to- EEEEK-!”

Guest poked Elliot’s side. Guest didn’t have a serious expression on his face anymore. In fact, it looked like he was holding back a smile.

“Okay pizza boy, last chance. Your pizza misses me because?”

“It’s uh-“

“WRONG!” Guest didn’t let Elliot finish, instead pinning him to the bench and scribbling all over his defenseless belly.

“I wasn’t fin- IHIHIHIHISHED-!” Elliot’s reaction was immediate, the delivery worker squirming against Guest’s grip. “I WAHAHAHAS GOING TO TEHEHELL YOU-! STOHOHAHAHAP!”

“Please. Knowing you, you’d stutter out a technicality.” Guest kept scribbling on Elliot’s stomach, occasionally pinching his sides.”

“NOHOHOHO I WAHAHASN’T- I SWEHEHAHAHAR! GUEHEHEHAHAHAST-!”

Well, his hammer was mostly okay. Builderman knew he shouldn’t have tried using his hammer to SWING at Jason—he wasn’t a sentinel, he was support! He should have stuck with building sentries and dispensers. Because he didn’t, he was outlasted…

BY ELLIOT! He NEVER makes it through the end of the rounds. He’s always first or second to die—and he lived longer than Builderman. It was unusual, to say the least. But it wasn’t Elliot’s fault. How could he be mad at him? It was just… frustrating, how stupid he was in the last seconds of his life in the round.

While tidying up his hammer, Builderman heard a shrill squeal from… somewhere. At first, Builderman jumped out of his skin. But on second thought, the killers couldn’t get to them, the Cake Monster is still behind (and probably stuck in) wooden planks… how and why would anyone be screeching like that?

He walked out to the main lobby area… nothing. Dracobloxxers was asleep, he couldn’t have been the one who screamed. Builderman looked up the stairs… just Shedletsky and Chance playing DDR. No screaming in that game (usually). Taph was resting, so it wasn’t one of his bombs. Everyone was just doing their own thing. Except for Guest and Elliot. Where were they? It wasn’t like Guest to disappear, and Elliot was too scared to leave the group.

Maybe Builderman was just looking into it too much. Guest and Elliot were probably just minding their own business, and the scream was probably nothing. But still… it didn’t feel right just to sit on Builderman’s mind. Maybe he’d check outside.

Guest stopped for a moment to let Elliot breathe, but still kept him pinned to the bench.

“Now, I want you to tell the truth.

Elliot shifted uncomfortably, still not fully accepting his fate. “Well…”

Guest poked Elliot’s side again.

“EEE- okay-… I get nervous. You’re not an important sentinel, you’re the important sentinel. I idolize you and what you do but… I can only wish to be as brave as you. Like I said before. It’s… it’s like seeing a celebrity. You don’t know how to act.”

“You think of me… as your idol? What’s so idol-worthy about me?”

“Well…” Elliot stuttered on his words. “You’re brave, always putting yourself in danger to save others. You always manage to SOCK killers in the face…”

Guest stared at Elliot and blinked. All of the things Elliot said were true. And Guest was a really important sentinel, one of the most effective at his best. He couldn’t deny that.

“I guess. But so are you, Elliot. You’ve managed to heal survivors right when they needed! You just… need better aim.”

“Currently, it’s not that good…”

Guest wiggled his fingers over Elliot’s stomach, but did his fingers into his waist to represent ‘missing.’

“What do y- AH- WAHAHAHA- WAHAHAIT!”

“But with a little practice…” Guest’s fingers wandered back on Elliot’s belly. “Your aim could improve greatly!”

“GUEHEHEHEST- STOHOHAHAHAP! I GEHET IT!”

“And after some time…” Guest shoved his hand under Elliot’s arms. “Maybe you’ll even hit milestones!”

Elliot let out an undignified shriek. “NAHAHAHAHA!”

“No? Why not?”

There it was again. That scream. It was DEFINITELY something now. And it HAD to have something to do with Guest and Elliot. Builderman walked back out to the main area of the cabin. Builderman stepped outside and…

He was met with quite the show. Guest leaning over Elliot, who was pinned to the bench, skittering his fingers all over his midriff. Elliot was completely hysterical.

Guest stopped to look up at Builderman. “Hey, what’s up?”

Builderman opened his mouth and then closed it. “I… what?”

Elliot was still having after-giggles. “B-buihihilder- you- you gohohotta help me-!”

“He- he doesn’t need any help. I’m just teaching him about how to aim properly!”

Builderman went silent. This was Guest tickling Elliot. The one who outlasted him in a round. Builderman decided he was still salty.

“Doooo you want any help?”

Elliot was quick to protest. “Wha- why- DON’T HELP HIM! I’m being TORTURED over here!”

Guest pretended not to hear him. “Yeah, sure.” He went back to Elliot’s belly and sides, spidering his fingers over them while Builderman held Elliot’s arms up and skittered his fingers under them.

“Nononono-“ and Elliot screamed. “EEEEEEEAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP-! GUHUHUHUHUYS-! PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHA!

Guest and Builderman went for about another minute before stopping.

“Okay, he’s had enough.” Guest took his hands off Elliot. Reluctantly, Builderman followed.

“Youhuhu… you guys are pricks…”

Guest patted Elliot on the head.

“Well, get better aim.”

Idkkkkk it still feels short but whatever

Eat up gang❤️🙃

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