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Wanted to make a Captain Underpants fic... Super self-indulgent but this idea was a daydream of mine a couple months ago and I think it's cute. This is set pre-season 2 finale, hope you enjoy! 😁👍

Also if someone is apart of the cu fandom and wants me to tag them when I make tickle content like this, just tell me! (Also I would love to interact in general, as long as you're sfw and not a creep ofc)

Speaking of which, tags for moots!: @sunsetsandsunshine (especially you 🥰🥰), @hypermoonlover, @rice-cake-teen10

Lee: Melvin

Ler: Melvinborg

TW!: Light angst!

Word count: 2,143 (literally my longest fic yet omg?!?!)

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 1, AND LITERALLY ALL OF SEASON 2 BTW!!

BY THE WAY- THIS IS NOT A SHIP, OR IN ANY WAY ANYTHING LESS THAN PLATONIC!!

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"No, no. I've already tried submitting that."

Melvinborg sighed, tossing his blueprint to the side for the umpteenth time. He continued racking his brain for some of his more impressive inventions. "What about the Pump-it-Upinator...?"

You see, for the past hour, Melvin and his future self had been discussing possible ways to help the former get accepted into his dream school.

Despite the obvious intellectual qualifications the ginger-haired boy had, Eliteanati Academy just didn't seem to grasp his true potential as a student.

At least, that's the only thing he could think of that was keeping him from his dream.

One of the ways they decided would help boost his reputation with the school was to present some of the inventions he had made in order to impress the staff. Although Melvin had already tried using the majority of his creations when applying, the two were beginning to get desperate. Plus, there were bound to be a couple that he had overlooked, right?

The pre-teen shook his head. "It was destroyed, remember? And even if I were to rebuild it, I'm not so sure that I want to risk another.. Flabulous incident."

Melvinborg bit back a chuckle. In retrospect, that entire situation had been pretty funny. For a machine with such potential, the disaster could have gone a lot worse than a teacher getting a huge butt.

"Oh, I bet the Time Toad 2000 would get me enrolled in an instant!" The boy rummaged through the stack of papers on the desk before finding one with a detailed drawing of the design, along with notes about how the time-travelling invention worked.

As soon as the stationary found its way into the younger's hand, it was promptly snatched up from the elder. "Nope, terrible idea."

"lt could totally work!" Melvin rolled his eyes, attempting to reach for his paper.

"Wouldn't."

"Uhm, would!"

The cyborg scooted back in his chair, forcing his younger self to lean awkwardly from his spot on the office desk to grasp at the blueprint. Beyond annoyed, he swatted at Melvin's hands as they got just a little too close to their desired prize. "I'm from the future, you unlit candle. And that means-

The older man scoffed as he was swatted right back. In a moment of petty ignorance, he scooted his chair back abruptly, fighting off the child who was now clumsily toppling into his lap.

"I know better than you do."

"That's a terrible explanation. Why don't you at least try and think of a good reason as to why I'm wrong?"

"I don't need one. It's obvious that using the Time Toad is a bad idea!"

Their swatting turned to pushing, and Melvinborg grunted as an arm was pressed into his face. Melvin was attempting to climb over him now, showing absolutely no remorse as he smushed his palm into the taller's face.

"Teaming up with you in the first place was a bad idea! You just want to do things your own waaHAHAY!-"

"..."

The both of them froze. Melvin's eyes shot down to the hand that had grasped at his side, then back to the surprised face of his future self.

You could practically see the gears turning in the cyborg's head, as he finally realized why the uncanny noise had left the other's mouth. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Melvin quickly snatched his paper back, jumped from the chair, and made a break for the door.

Melvinborg looked stunned for a brief moment, before getting to his feet and following suit.

"Get over here!"

"Never!"

The shorter grabbed for the door handle, squeaking as arms wrapped around his torso at the same moment that he made contact. He thrashed, desperately holding onto the door with all his might, but it did little to prevent the stronger man from yanking him up into the air.

"Let me go!" Melvin squirmed desperately in his grip, clutching the paper in his hand tightly, and held it as far from himself as possible. There was no way that his future self would be jeopardizing his future because of this dumb argument.

Melvinborg just rolled his eyes. "Then you give me the paper." His fingers dug slightly into his side, a smug grin growing on his face as his younger self yelped, clearly fighting back a smile.

"There's.. Thehere's no reason toho! Ahack- stop ihihit!" He squeaked as his sides were suddenly pinched, strained giggles forcing their way past his defenses.

The young scientist kicked, trying in vain to free himself from his future-self's arms, but it was hopeless. He shoved frantically at the cyborg, but his jelly-like limbs only succeeded in flailing tactlessly about.

"There's no reason to?" Melvinborg asked with feign interest, readjusting his hold on the child so that he could support his weight with one arm, the other reaching around the squirming mess to poke under his arm. "You wouldn't say this is reason enough to give me what you stole?"

A squeaky shriek pierced the office as Melvin's squirming increased ten-fold. He desperately fended off the digits that were attacking his armpit, simultaneously fighting the urge to clamp his arm down. Bringing the blueprint any closer to his body would result in it being snatched away, and every stubborn bone in his body was screaming at him to just hold. onto. that. paper.

After a few more pokes, Melvinborg understood that he needed to up his game. He huffed, digging into the younger's armpit with intent this time, completely set on getting the ginger to yield.

"StahAHAP! Stop ihit, I SWEHEHEAR! SNRK-"

In spite of the infuriatingly ticklish sensations shooting through his torso, Melvin kept his arm up. He threw his legs around once more, successfully landing a few smacks to the monster that had him in its clutches.

"You know what I want!" the robot snapped, "But since you're so insistent on making this difficult.."

Melvin squeaked as he was suddenly lowered to the ground, wrestling with the hands that were once again attempting to reach for him. He however quickly deciding on just hugging the sheet to himself in an attempt to keep it out of the other's possession. It may have been a less than ideal position to put himself into- but at that point Melvin figured that anything was better than throwing in the towel now.

"Ugh, just let go already!"

"Ihi- I refuse! It's my creation!"

As was expected, Borg tried to pry the boy's arms away, only succeeding in getting a couple frantic kicks to his arms in the process.

"Your logic doesn't make any sense! It's my invention too, you misaligned tire."

He shot a glare at his past-self when a particularly hard kick forced him to pull away. The preteen only gave him an indignant "humph" in response, forcing his tickle-induced smile away to really sell his attitude.

The elder rolled his eyes, sitting back on his legs. His patience was wearing thin, and he wondered internally if he'd always been as stubborn as this.

Who was he kidding.. if anything, he's even moreso now.

His eyes drifted to the legs that had gone back to kicking at him. They were admittedly weak blows for someone of his age, but persistent ones nonetheless.

"That is it. I didn't want to have to do this," Melvinborg caught one of the limbs right before it collided with his arm. "But I think it will help in convincing your underdeveloped mind to see this my way."

"WAIT! Noho, no! Don't you even dare!" Melvin positively shrieked, because he knew what was coming next.

As of late, the student had discovered- via two unbearably annoying friends (cough George and Harold cough cough..)- that his entire lower half was very ticklish. Espeeecially his knees.

How would the two know this, you may ask?

Well, it turns out that refusing to help one of the simple-twins with.. an admittedly tough math problem in their homework is not the way to inspire self-sufficiency in their minds. What it did inspire, however, was a certain child with a t-shirt and a bad haircut to try and get his attention again by spreading his fingers over one of his knees.

When that earned a jolt that shook his entire desk from Melvin, he and George decided to repeat the motion over and over and over again until he finally agreed to help them. By the end of it, the bespectacled preteen had lost the energy to fight, slumped out of his chair and out of breath.

Which is exactly why he's so anxious now. Borg was most certainly aware of this weakness- probably moreso than he was if he was being realistic; and very likely was planning on leveraging himself on that to get Melvin to give in.

What he was most worried about was that he knew it would work. And his future self knew he knew.

In short- he was screwed.

"Normally, I wouldn't. But as of now you're risking a time paradox that I don't have the exuberance for, the body for, nor the time for.." Melvinborg's free hand came up, and the younger tugged desperately at his entrapped limb. "So I'm willing to do what it takes to prevent that from happening."

Down on the floor, Melvin took to slapping profusely at his attacker's hands, eyes scrunched with giddy panic at the threat of being tickled again.

"Plehease! Juhust let me up!"

The half-robot held his hand out to give Melvin one last chance at escape. "Are you gonna give it to me?"

There was a hesitation, then paper was clutched tighter to the boy's chest; and so, Borg's hand returned to its place at his knee and squeezed.

"AH! Haah- SNRK! NOHOHO!" he screamed, head thrown back in hysterics. "IHI NEEHEHED- SNRK! IHIHIHIT!"

"No, you really don't."

Melvin's laughter jumped in pitch as a little more pressure was added to the tickling, surrendering internally as he tossed an arm over his eyes. Unable to withstand any more torment, he blindly chucked the accursed map towards the cyborg, ripping his limb out of the robotic grasp as soon as the grip was lessened.

The boy sucked in a huge breath, feet scrambling to scoot him further away as his other arm came up to shield his eyes.

After a few moments had passed; and Melvinborg still hadn't said anything, Melvin peeked through his arms, only to burst into giggles all over again at the incredulous look he was being given.

The man crossed his arms slowly, eyes wide as he collected himself enough to speak.

"..Why on Earth would you choose to throw it at me?"

Melvin brought his arms back down, propping himself into a sitting position with a smile. "Duhunno." he shrugged, watching as the other grabbed the blueprint from the floor and reached to set it back in its rightful spot on the desk.

"Hey," Melvin looked up to meet the eyes of the other. "I'm still going to get you into Eliteanati. You're aware of that, right?"

The younger's eyes shot down, residual smile fading away as he remembered what they were arguing about in the first place. "..I know you're trying."

The cyborg's face fell a little. "No- No, not just trying. You're going to get into that school, and you won't waste your years struggling for something that you just are not going to reach." He sat back down across from his younger self, speaking deliberately, as if he could force his words into fruition if he just.. tried hard enough. "I don't want to watch you end up like me."

For once, Melvin felt like he couldn't formulate the right words. The real weight of what he was saying sunk in. He conceived the fact that this version of himself had just.. given up on whatever timeline he had existed in, just to give his nine-year old self an opportunity to do what he couldn't.

"Uhm.." he started, fixing his glasses before starting to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. "For the record, I don't think you turned out to be the worst person in the world. You're working really hard to help me, and- I don't know.. it's just a pretty cool thing to do. I mean, you became the principal of the school in barely a week's time."

Borg laughed quietly. "Yeah, but that wasn't very difficult- Krupp is an idiot."

Melvin shook his head with a smile. "I guess. But still, I mean it about what you've done for me. I think there are worse fates for my life than getting rejected again."

The young ginger caught a shift in the other's gaze, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone; replaced with a look of newfound determination.

"..Don't worry. I'll get you into that school."

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