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overbaked-tkls · 5 days ago

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Hello! I really like your tickle fics, I was wondering if you could make something with Lee Chance and Ler of your choice? I hope you have a good day/night!

Pretty sure there was another lee!chance ask in my inbox, but it grew legs and ran away so i don’t have a screenshot rip. Anyways i got uh.. slightly Sidetracked from the other fic i was working on…. Uhhh yeah.. Sweats nervously.

ok FIIINE this was self-indulgent just cause ive been thinking about ichance WAY TOO MUCH lately. 💔ouhghhghhh i hate itrapped. i hate itrapped. I HATE ITRAPPED!!

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

Down, up, and back again

words: 1,845

ler!itrapped, lee!chance

summary: (pre-forsaken) iTrapped makes the mistake of letting Chance come back home with him (begrudgingly), and realizes they won't leave him alone until he does something about it.

“Someone’s grumpy today…”

“Busy, Chance. Busy.” iTrapped repeated, for what felt like the third time just that hour. God save him the day Chance would ever give up on something like this; he quickly came to realize it was a stupid mistake to let Chance come back into his home with him that day. If only he hadn’t forgotten that he had calls scheduled for then.

He should have said no.

And yet, his voice persisted. “What type of phone calls do you even have that take up this much time?”

He really should have said no. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” iTrapped looked back at him, eyes narrowing at the careless way Chance laid on one of his couches. “And get your feet off my sofa.”

“I would!”

“...” Of course he would. iTrapped looked away, not even bothering to make sure Chance fulfilled his request.

“Aww, not even gonna respond to me?” They put on a stupid voice, because being annoying usually worked. “Pretty please, ‘Trapped?”

After still receiving no response, Chance stood up to come behind iTrapped and throw an arm around him, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder and humming. Which despite being an obvious attempt to get his attention, only received an eyeroll and a scoff as iTrapped returned to doing… seemingly mundane things on his phone, for how ‘busy’ he claimed to be. Almost like he was concerned about Chance watching.

The gambler couldn’t care less though, he was completely caught up in deciding what the best way to get that phone was. When they finally came up with something, it was intended to be a surprise, but their fingers had habitually curled around the fabric of the sweater iTrapped was wearing as a subtle signal to the keen hacker that they were thinking about something.

So when Chance suddenly reached up, wrapping a hand around the device and tugging, iTrapped’s grip was unfairly firm, not allowing any pull whatsoever. He quickly held the phone out of reach with one hand, before using the other to firmly push Chance away by the forehead. Followed by a sharp glare. “You are so childish.”

“Oh c’mon, iTrapped! If you’re gonna be so mean to me, could you at least let me know what you’re doing?” Chance whined, still eyeing the phone.

“No. Now, I have my next call in fifteen minutes, so if you could just… occupy yourself.. for a bit?” Or go home. But something didn’t let that part come out. iTrapped’s voice trailed off into a question as he seemingly saw something especially interesting on his phone, although the screen was tilted just enough so the gambler couldn’t see.

Damn, a little transparency wouldn’t hurt once in a while.

Chance groaned, before stepping right up close to the hacker again and peering over his shoulder. iTrapped tilted the screen downwards, defensively holding it away once more as Chance reached for it. “Chance. Stop.” This time, his tone sounded more like a warning, but it went unnoticed.

Completely unnoticed, because in a moment of bad decisions and impulse, the gambler in question decided it would be a good idea to use unconventional methods for what he wanted.

Aka digging his fingers into iTrapped’s side, hoping it would get him to bring the phone closer, or at the very least drop it. Give some sort of reaction. The phone probably would have been fine anyway; the entire place was covered in thick, plush rugs. But no, he didn’t get any of the above. In fact, he got a whole lot of nothing.

A really judgemental nothing, if you ask me.

iTrapped paused. “.. Did. Did you just try to..?” This time, he fully turned his body to Chance, and what he saw was comparable to absolute terror. Silently, he pocketed his phone and gave them a look a little too disbelieving to be a glare while waiting for a response.

“u-Uh… shoot.” Damn, he’d really expected that to work. “Sorryy?” Chance stepped back with a sheepish smile, already anticipating the next thirty seconds. The two stared at each other, before iTrapped exhaled a long, disappointed sigh.

Putting on a strained voice, he talked at a quickened pace that made it easily clear how fed up he was. “No, don’t apologize. You wanted my attention, fine. Fine, you can have it. Allow me to reciprocate.” Almost immediately after the gambler backstepped, he matched it with a stride forward, planting his foot so firmly it was like a threat.

Chance sharply inhaled, having initially not expected him to follow through. “Shit, uh, t-Trapped’, It’s nohot worth it, lohook I’ll leave you alone–” They weakly raised their arms in surrender just as iTrapped raised his with a bewildered scoff. “Woahwoahwoahoah, hold on.” iTrapped was scary. And not in the monster way, but in the ‘you really don’t want to mess with this guy’ scary. Which Chance had learned by doing just that, and was clearly about to get a recap.

“Oh? I don’t think you will.” iTrapped’s voice lifted slightly above the normal monotone, and his eyebrows raised. Well, if it would get the gambler to leave him alone afterward, it certainly was worth it. “Unless I show you why you should.”

Finally, Chance turned on his heel. But it was wayy too late now. Taking a quick second stride forward, iTrapped hooked his arms under Chance’s. It took an almost pathetically small amount of work to re-adjust, and soon enough the hacker had one hand holding both of his ‘partner’s’ above his head, and the other wasting zero time in clawing and squeezing around the circumference of Chance’s midriff. Super roughly, but with calculated precision; down, up, and back again.

“I’m unsure where you even planned to run to, most of the doors in this place are locked.”

Initially, Chance struggled in his firm hold– arching his back, tugging at his arms, and clumsily stepping back into the other. “Hohow wAHAs IHI suppohosed toho knohohoW thAhAT?”

iTrapped flinched at how loud he was. Those stupid breathy cackles that had left Chance right after he started were already obnoxious enough, but he supposed he could tolerate it. That, and the annoying twisting they were doing to get away. “I told you fourty minutes ago, when you tried snooping through my room.”

“Speaking of which,” Chance got a hand free, only to be re-’imprisoned’ five seconds later and punished with a thumb drilling into the back of his ribs. “I think we need to have a small talk about privacy.” iTrapped remarked casually. Although, he planned it to be less of a ‘talk’ and more of a one-sided scolding, with a side of rough consequences. But somehow, Chance managed.

“IT’S NOhot my fahault you invihited mEHE HERE,”

“Didn’t invite you, but go on.”

“–and bohored me toho deheath! I wahas juhust—” He didn’t speak after, only giving up wheezy chuckles because he didn’t exactly have a good excuse. But clearly that was annoying one of them.

“Just what, Chance?” iTrapped snapped impatiently, his fingers digging in with a little extra force. Not enough to hurt, but just the right amount to make Chance attempt to tug their arms back and jerk away every time he squeezed by the seams of their dress shirt.

“iTRAhAhaHaPPED pLehease!”

The hacker groaned, reluctantly taking on a slightly softer tone of voice while repeating his question. “Just what, Chance?”

“Ehentertainihing mysehelf??”

“By trying to look at my phone and through my house?” iTrapped scoffed, moving his hand back up and digging his thumb into the muscle behind the other’s shoulder blade, causing the gambler’s posture to instantly snap straight. The audacity. Although he couldn’t help but feel slight amusement at the whole ordeal. Amusement, that strangely twisted into something a little more… fond?

No, of course not. That feeling was from watching Chance suffer. Although, he had a sneaking suspicion that Chance wasn’t even suffering in the first place.

Chance threw his head back into iTrapped’s chest, meeting unfortunate eye contact– those collected, calm eyes were always so stupidly flustering to look into in a less-than-calm situation like this, if flustering was even the right word. Especially since his shades had fallen half off. And damn, if iTrapped wasn’t already intimidating enough, the extra inches from the platforms he was wearing certainly did it for them. “YEhEs, okaHAy? YeheHEs, aHand Ihi’m soHOrry.”

“Sorry? Maybe you should have thought about that before provoking me.” iTrapped suggested, sounding out ‘provoking’ while harshly jabbing into Chance’s lower back with each syllable.

“OkaHAy, well— MAYBEHE yohou shoHOULD haHAvE thOHOught abohout me befohore invIHITing meHE to yohour BLahaND ahahass hAHaHOuSe.”

“Uh-huh.” iTrapped hadn’t really been completely listening (because why should he?), only paying attention to bathe in the occasional pleas. So the insult, which was barely disguised as a complaint, took a good five seconds to fully sink in. But when it did…

“What.” Okay, now it wasn’t just about getting Chance to leave him alone. That was personal. He let both of his arms fall to his sides for a few seconds, almost like he was going to do something else. To raise his voice, to get heated over it. But watching Chance sink to the floor- they didn’t seem too serious about it. Maybe he didn’t need to be either. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be. Just.. rather unconventionally.

“ahAiIIEEIEEEITRAPPEDNAHAhaHAhao—” So when iTrapped followed him down soon after and practically tazed him, he absolutely short-circuited. It was ruthless, greedy squeezes wherever he could reach with both hands, and wherever Chance was covering he’d just shove his fingers in. Their increasingly wheezy laugh dipped down into silence, went up into loud cackles, and then back again. He didn’t even feel able to fight back, just scrunching in on himself even when it did nothing.

“Good lord, you are noisy.” iTrapped muttered, still going at it despite his own complaint. Maybe he didn’t actually care about that. After all, he didn’t stop until Chance was done, and even a bit after that. Not until tears nearly spilled from his eyes, and he was collapsed and curling up on the floor.

Eventually, iTrapped stood up to admire his work, all while giving Chance the ‘now look where this got you’ look. Even if they couldn’t see it, because they were a mess. When iTrapped caught himself smiling, he immediately rubbed it off his face.

Well, safe to say, that was not a success for the gambler. Although, there was still a question on his now mushy mind. “Whehen will Ihi ever gehet to lehearn any more abohout yohou? So secrehetive..”

iTrapped sighed and cracked his knuckles. “... Over your dead body, Chance.”

“Dohoesn’t the saying go ‘over my dead body’?”

Completely ignoring what Chance said and taking his phone back out of his pocket, iTrapped thought to himself how that was… actually kind of good stress relief. For him, of course. “I’ll be twenty minutes. It’s my last call today.

… Go get water from my kitchen, or something.” And then he turned and left to another room, leaving Chance on the floor.

#sfw tickling community #forsaken tickles #lee!chance #ler!itrapped #fuuuuckkk... dont look at me. ler!itrapped #ouguhvhcoughCOUGHCOUGH #brought to you by a ler mood as intense as the sun 👍

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overbaked-tkls · 5 days ago

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hi! can i request lee!jason and ler!c00lkidd, pr3typriincess and buudude? (or any of the killers as ler)

yippie!! I’m doing it!!

I originally had NO IDEA how I was gonna do this request considering I can’t write for the children that well BUT I have SOMETHING. whether or not it’s good will be up to you cause I cannot tell anymore (´；ω；`)

anyways a bit of it is filler with the kids but oh well,,, I tried to write them as realistic kids (and like, based off me and my siblings) but y’know,,, it’s kinda hard SOB either way

tw: just tickles, thats it. teehee

summary: the coolkidd siblings are bored. extremely so. but when they find a console, they're over the moon with excitement. unfortunately, their game requires four people. jason agrees to be their fourth and absolutely destroys them at the game. bluudud gets frustrated but one move from him completely turns the tide in his favor. jason, however, will learn that there are consequences to losing.

wc: 3.4k (WHY IS IT LONG AAAAAAA)

enjoy the fic!!! (also this is PLATONIC,,, between them. had to say it in case someone thinks the opposite...... major side eye).

Bluudud sighed. Heavily.

His body draped over the rather comfortable couch, hands swaying back and forth. His eyes unfocused as they scanned the room, clearly looking for anything of interest yet nothing came to mind. It had been weeks since the blue killer had been pulled into a single match. He was unsure if it was just his rotten luck, or rather, something else entirely. Maybe something in the game had bugged or maybe it was code that was actively working against him. Either way, him and his two younger siblings had been tragically affected by this.

“Is there ANYTHING we could do for fun around here?” Prettypriincess was the first to speak up, her face planted right into the far cushion of the couch, hoping that it would something to block out the active boredom.

There really wasn’t anything that they could do. They’ve exhausted all the possibilities. Coolkidd’s stupid make-believe games? Tried. Bluudud’s sword fighting with dusty old pool noodles that were left in the cabin by who knows who? Tried. Prettypriincess’s girly tea-parties where she forced them to wear stupid dresses and pretend there was tea inside the obviously empty cups? …unfortunately, not even that could relieve any of them of boredom. “We could watch the faded paint dry some more in the back room,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the two shared a glare.

“We could have another tea pa-“

“No.” Bluudud and Coolkidd immediately interrupted her sentence at the same time, making Priincess deflate in her seat. She huffed and crossed her arms, her nose scrunching up a bit but she said nothing more. A beat of silence passed as the three kids continued to live this torture, being alone, unsupervised and the worst of all, bored as hell.

“We could try running around and pretending we’re in the game again!” Coolkidd suggested, and if the two were complete idiots, they’d maybe have half a heart to agree with the sentence. But due to the pool noodle fighting, the three were kind of wiped out with physical activity. “Think we’re done with that sort of thing, Cool,” Bluudud responded as he finally looked at the position the other was in. He was sprawled out on the back of the couch, barely hanging on.

“How are you comfortable like that?” he raised an eyebrow. Coolkidd only shrugged. “I don’t know. I just saw you doin’ it and I thought it’d be fun.” Oh how naive the other was. Bluudud gently nudged him in the arm. However, what he didn’t realize is that Coolkidd was centimeters away from falling off the couch entirely. The red kid let out a yelp as he fell down to the floor, landing with a loud ‘thud’.

“Look what you did!” hissed Priincess who immediately stood up to check on the younger one. But much to her and Bluudud’s surprise, he wasn’t hurt in the slightest. Instead, he seemed to be excited.

“Guys! Guys! I found something!”

The three children all gathered around the sofa, leaning over the back of it as Coolkidd held a tiny box in his hands, showing it off as if it were some kind of trophy. And boy, did all three of them stare at it like it was made of gold. It was an old console, probably older than all three of them combined, and scattered around next to it were the connecting wires and even a few scratched game discs that could probably be played if they crossed their fingers really hard.

“Holy moly,” Bluudud breathed out as he suddenly grabbed it, waving and blowing the dust off quickly to get a better look at the model. Video games were HIS passion after all, not that either of the other two would get it. The small box twisted in his grasp as if he were looking for an undisclosed secret; something that he could geek out about. It looked old, but not unusable. And hell, with the amount of games that were scattered around with it… they surely would never get bored. Well, not until they play through all of them. “C’mon, let’s go hook it up to the TV!”

The three children stood up hastily, bolting toward the living room with a newfound energy between them. In her hands, Priincess carried the multi-colored wires, ready to plug them up at any time while the youngest one held the game discs in his hands, clenching as if it was his lifeline. His mind was racing with excitement; it had been so long since he had even SEEN a console like this, much less touched one. It reminded him of old days. “Hold on,” Bluudud grunted as his fingertips gripped the edge of the TV, “I gotta get to the back of it.” He pulled on it until it was visible enough for the wire jacks to be seen, but not enough to completely disconnect it.

“Gimmie,” Bluudud extended his arm backwards. Priincess laid the wires into his hand and before long, the console was up and running. He grabbed the remote, blinking a bit as he turned on the TV. He had half a heart to expect it to break midway considering the condition it was in but the main menu screen of the console lighting up proved him wrong immediately. His tense body relaxed, a goofy smirk plastered on his face.

"Whoaaa..." Coolkidd and Priincess gasped out in wonder. Although the two had never been too big on videogames in their lives, anything was better than dealing with boredom. The two planted themselves on the couch, excitedly kicking out their feet in anticipation. Bluudud quickly plugged in all four controllers, though only three were needed. The last one lay down on the console itself, sitting there prettily.

"Hm. Which game do we wanna play first? There's a racing game- wait, that's single-player," the blue kid grumbled as he swiped through all the games. Most of them were single-player or only had room for one more which made them a bit frustrated. They all wanted to play and they'd be damned if they left someone out. Bluudud's eyes eventually found a multiplayer game; a fighting game, competitive and something he would probably win most of the time. Perfect, he thought with a sly smirk as he inserted the disc.

The screen popped up in flashing colors. It looked old and tattered, and probably had janky mechanics, but damn it if he wouldn't school his younger siblings in this match. The three gripped onto their controllers. "Wait," Priincess started as she squinted at the screen. "This requires four people."

The two boys stared at each other for a split second before throwing their heads back in frustration. Forget being bored, the worst thing was having something so close in their hands and being unable to grasp it. A feeling all three of them knew far too well. "Well, who's gonna be our fourth? There's no one here but us!"

And just as Coolkidd uttered those words, a flash of blue entered from the doorway of the cabin. It seemed that one of the killers had finally gotten finished with their match. Usually John or 1x would be done by now, but the soft exhale of the silent killer Jason echoed from behind them instead. It must've either been an easy match or the other two were struggling... which was rare for them. The kids shared a look; they knew what they needed to do. Jason HAD to be the fourth player in the game. Getting him to agree, however, might be a slight issue.

"Jason!" Priincess and Coolkidd went up to grab at his hands. He said nothing, and while he had no clear facial expressions, the subtle tilt of his head meant he was curious. "Do you think that you could do use a favor?" Priincess tilted her head. Ah, that's what she was doing. The whole 'innocent' act that would always get 1x to play with them or at the very least have her pull out her minions. Her beady eyes seemed to shine a little brighter while staring at his mask. A beat of time passed, silence that would carry through the area, and then he tilted his head again.

"Can you play with us? Pleaseeee...? We need a fourth and there's no one else around..."

. . . they were really gonna need to get used to that silence. Jason hesitated for a second, clearly not sure if he should be the one to entertain the children. He knew that anyone else would be a better fit to do this sort of thing but... looking around at the empty house, it seemed he really didn't have a choice. As cruel of a killer he may be, he had a bit of a soft spot for these children. Only a bit. Another exhale escaped his mouth, visible through the holes in the mask, and he nodded.

And thus began the downfall of the children's gaming careers. The four picked their characters; Coolkidd went with a regular swordsman, Priincess obviously picked a strong ninja lady because "she looked cute" and didn't even bother to look at their moveset, Bluudud picked a gunslinger with a well-balanced kit or so he says, and Jason went with a dark and brooding villain. Seemed fitting for who he was. "Are you guys ready?" Coolkidd grinned, holding his controller tightly.

The three kids smirked as the game started up, and soon they realized that this wasn't going to be a simple game. One round. Priincess got absolutely demolished in four seconds, Coolkidd accidentally jumped of the map and Jason managed to K.O. Bluudud almost as fast as the match started. "Hm," the blue kid muttered. That was not how he was expecting it to go. "Let's run that again."

So they did. Over, and over, and over. One match turned to three. Three turned to nine. And no matter how many times they had attempted to win, Jason somehow always managed to K.O. them at the last second. This was impossible! He had to be cheating. There was no other option. "How are you so good at this, Jason?" Coolkidd asked with a soft pout, the red kid tilting his head toward the silent slasher. He just shrugged, his calloused hands still holding the small controller.

Oh this was sparking Bluudud's competitive nature. But it was true that he couldn't exactly beat him in a legitimate one on one. "I feel like you're cheating somehow," Bluudud grumbled as he poked Jason in the side. Surely he would've focused if he hadn't noticed the giant killer tense up a bit. What was that? He raised an eyebrow as he watched the other's fingers clench the controller tighter. Oh. OH.

"Jason, how about one more round to decide the winner?" Bluudud grinned. The other two groaned. "Haven't you had enough of him kicking our butt for one day?" Priincess replied as she let her controller rest against her poofy dress, instantly picking it back up when she saw the expression the other was making. He knew something. That sly grin with his tongue sticking out like that; oh yeah, he definitely knew something. A trick, a hack, whatever it was, she knew he was gonna use it. Coolkidd was still as oblivious as ever though. "I can try my best again! I'll try not to jump off again..."

Priincess gently ruffled his hair, shaking her head. “Do your best, kid,” she muttered as the four began another match. It went smoothly… well, as smoothly as it could go. The four were beating each other up, and it almost got to the point where Jason had almost K.O’d the kids once again. But before he could finish them off with that final strike, the one kick he so desperately needed, a pair of hands snaked underneath his arms and dug into his armpits, making him jolt and drop the controller completely.

“Ah…” Bluudud chuckled, his clawed fingers wriggling against the soft flesh underneath. Jason’s breath hitched as his body continued to tense, trying not to let a single reaction slip through. Eventually he watched as his own character flew off the screen, being downed by the others but it was honestly the last thing that was on his mind. The strange, tingly feeling of the kids hands underneath his arms sent shivers down his spine, though he couldn’t exactly put a word to how it felt.

Jason’s mute nature was surely backfiring on him, however. He wanted to protest this weird sensation, to push them away but it was slowly gnawing at his defenses. “We won! We won…! What did you… do?” Priincess and Coolkidd eventually looked over to the scene in front of them, watching Bluudud’s smirk grow bigger and more devious with each second that passed. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable as his claws dug deeper against the masked killer’s armpits.

If the three hadn’t been so quiet and awe-struck, they wouldn’t have heard the soft, wheezy laughter escaping from behind the mask. It took everything — and he meant everything — he had in order not to fight back in fear that his brute strength would hurt the kids. At the same time, he might’ve been underestimating them just a little. He knew they were strong based on the matches they played. “It seems that the big bad killer is a bit ticklish,” the blue kid muttered as he moved his hands down, teasingly poking and prodding at his ribs which made him jolt even harder against the couch. “Scratch that, not a bit. Very ticklish. Aren’t you supposed to be some scary killer...?"

Ticklish. That was the word. It gave him some relief that he could still put a word to what he felt, yet he was also conflicted with embarrassment, knowing that a walking brute like him shouldn’t be weak against this sort of thing. It ate at him a little, which was amusing. A killer who doesn’t scared or even flinch when in front of someone begging for their life being weak to something like this? Hah. Laughable. Quite literally. But a killer who was susceptible to being humiliated by a twelve-year-old though? Who knew this is what his day would come to after that wonderful server wipe he did earlier. Every twitch, every prodded fingertip pressed against his rib sent him further over the edge. It had been so long since he’s felt this sort of sensation. How long, he couldn’t tell you. But what he did know is that if it continued, he was going to lose control. It surely couldn’t get worse for him, could it?

And then it did.

“I wanna try! C’mon, let me try!” Coolkidd eagerly joined in, moving in front of the couch where Jason couldn’t move from. The red kid’s hands gently kneaded against his stomach, the pudgy skin in his hands trembling underneath them. Oh no, oh no, he groaned to himself as he buried his body deeper into the corner of the couch, doing his best to block attacks from two different sides. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse…

“I guess I’ll join too~ don’t want to be a loser who sits this one, after all!” Priincess was the last to join, eventually giving in to the smile on her face. She placed herself right against his arm, sitting on the back of the couch. It allowed her to reach the back of his neck where the strap of his mask didn’t protect him very much. Her nimble fingers pinched the skin there, his arms moving up to protect himself.

It seemed no matter what he did, he would be at a loss. The tickling from his neck would make him arch forward, right into the other two, and the opposite would be true for the other two kids in front. There was no escaping this; not until they’ve had their fill. He thought about the situation. Could he have avoided this? Maybe. But honestly, he got a little caught up in beating them in the game… these cheeky little kids.

“Man, if the survivors knew you were this ticklish, they’d have a field day with it!” Bluudud chuckled as he leaned in further, making sure the larger one had no way of escaping. Jason threw his head back against the couch, which caused Priincess to gasp mockingly and wiggle her fingers even harder against his neck. "Hey! No doing that! You're gonna crush my hand!" she growled playfully, making him audibly huff and the tiniest snort escape from his mask. "Awhh... was that a snort? That was oddly adorable!" Coolkidd chimed in as his hands trailed lower, squeezing the top of Jason's knees.

The reaction he got was priceless. Jason moved his hands in front of his body, his knees jerking up and sliding together to stop the sensation. It seemed like they'd hit a weak spot there, and as unfortunate as it was for him, they would abuse the hell out of it otherwise. "Oh, that really tickled, huh?" Jason didn't even know he could be this embarrassed in his life, yet here they were, proving the impossible every day.

More wheezy laughter escaped him, still never becoming too audible as both Bluudud and Coolkidd moved down to squeeze the tops of his knees. Priincess shifted to get more of his torso to keep him cornered in the couch. With the two of them absolutely destroying one of his most ticklish spots, he felt like his options were very limited on what he could do. He tapped the side of the couch, signaling for mercy but the kids were very hellbent on torturing him for winning. It wasn't like he was actually bothered by it though, he knew they were just kids, and he had a soft spot for them, as much of a killer as he was.

"I'm just sayin', we could've finished that a LOT earlier if your stubborn ass didn't stop me from placing traps everywhere!" The husky voice of John Doe rang out from the lobby of the killer cabin, the faint blue hue of color dragging behind him as he entered the living room. Behind him was the infamous 1x1x1x1, who was frowning at his words. Her eyes narrowed down at the shorter one, growling as she put her swords away. "And I'm sayin' that I HAD that. You just HAD to make it easier for me. I wanted a real challenge." A sharp-toothed smile graced her face, the zipper usually enclosing her mouth hanging from the side.

All three of the killers stopped what they were doing, leaving Jason a panting mess on the couch. Despite the torture, it made him clear-headed. It was liberating in a sense, though he couldn't take any more today. He was lucky that the three kids immediately ran up to 1x, holding on to her like she was their lifeline. "Whoa, you good, man?" John spoke up as he noticed the trembling killer sitting down, raising an eyebrow. 1x's eyes went to the masked man, to the kids, and then finally to the system.

"Kids, go outside. I'll pull out my minions to play with." Priincess and Coolkidd cheered; they did always love to play with them considering they did mostly anything they asked, like personal little servants. Bluudud only shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but inside he was also just as giddy as the rest. As they left the cabin, dragging John Doe with them, 1x smirked as she lowered herself on the couch.

"Wow, they got you good, huh?" she muttered, knowing exactly what happened. The white-haired killer chuckled upon seeing his reaction which was a subtle nod, finally getting comfortable enough to think clearly. The ticklish sensation was still there, just not as bad. 1x returned to the title screen and looked at the tracked score in the corner. She turned her head as she noticed the number. "Really? Couldn't have let them win just once?"

Despite no words spoken, she could tell that he perked up. Maybe they were right in order to attack him like that. It was what he deserved for absolutely destroying them like that. "Alright, alright, I'll take them off your hands," she shook her head, putting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed up immediately to which she snickered and let go.

"Rest up. You might get called in."

And with those words, she left the room, going to meet the others outside to cast necromancy once more.

Jason sighed as he leaned against the couch, removing his mask for one moment to wipe at his face. Shaking his head, he made a mental reminder for himself when he played these sorts of games.

Let the kids win.

#“And thus began the downfall of the children's gaming careers.” lmaoooo jason desTROYED them #pr3tty being supportive to c00lkidd 💔my heart #great job as always op

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overbaked-tkls · 6 days ago

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screams as i drop a fic [lee!1x]

lee 1x, ler uhh those fuckass hands in horror hotel iykyk

i ll draw it if i get a proper idea but for now uhhm have this fic

fic under the cut uhh

im cringe and im free (and now crying from embarrassment because I DON5 KNOW HOW TO WRITE 1X)

SFW Interactions only; DNI if youre MDNI / K1NK

That stupid fucking bird... Slashing his sword at me and running away seconds after...What a bold yet also cowardly chicken.

They hissed, running towards where the swordfighter had ran off to which happened to be inside that shambled hotel

They weren't a fond of sprinting for long distances. No one did. But they had to, for the sake of catching up to those pesky survivors and killing each and all of them brutally before the timer struck 0:00

They were fed up with all this stunning, and punching,, and.. Did something just grab their leg?

They had forgotten one thing that made the hotel.. unique, for lack of better term, which were those zombie hands that somehow managed to dig their way out of the creaky wooden floorboard. How did they get out? No fuckin clue, other than some resilience

They tripped, dropping their swords in the process.

"FUCK"

When they stood up and brushed themselves off, they suddenly felt a hand prod their almost slime-like torso. God, can't those things put their hands to themselves?? Why's it playing with them?

The feeling, while it was annoying, elicited a very very faint smile that they tried to fight back. They're supposed to be a killer made of pure hatred, not some stupid child whos smiling like they were taken to a playground!

The other hands then drew their attention towards 1x, whos still trying to reach the daemonshanks that just had to slide out of their reach. They played and poked around with their midsection, somehow interested in its gooey texture

"Khek- S..Stop thahat..!"

They tried to swat the hands away, but that only caught the attention of more of those stupid zombies

"I'm- khk- n..not afraid to slice ALL of you into m-mohohorsehels!"

Alas, they weren't conscious enough to register that as a threat. For the only thing they know is to grab onto anything that walks right through them, hence why they were considered a small annoyance that hinders escape plans

"Kheh..heheh... S-Stuhupid ahass..-"

They held back a few giggles and a snort, trying not to catch the eyes of any survivor. The last thing theyd EVER want to happen was being known as a "stupidly ticklish killer with a slimy-textured tummy"

God forbid that the killers learned of this info. Well, they probably already did ever since that one incident where they let Coolkid climb on them

Why's its grip so strong??? No wonder the survivors became easy targets the moment they pass through these things. Not that they complained when it was just the survivors getting grabbed, since it simply made killing a little more easier. Them being the one getting slowed by the decayed mitts is a different story

It didnt take long until one hand got the "genius" idea to straight up DIG THEIR HAND and reach for their rib, which was a spot that they would rather DIE than to reveal it being a stupidly ticklish spot

The shriek that 1x had let out was far too unlikely of them to ignore

"FUHUHUHUCK!!!!GAHAHAAHAHAH" They cursed, clawing at one of the hands and trying to trudge away from them

Meanwhile-

"Was that 1x??" Elliot paused as he passed the pizza to Guest

"Sounds like 'em." The soldier replied, his expression deadpan whilst he took a bite out of the pizza that was tossed to him

As for 1x..

They bucked and kicked their way out of where the hands were, picking up their swords and trying to catch a few breathes after the most humiliating thing had just happened to them of all people

They did NOT just get tickled by some hands that have are not capabie of forming a coherent thought. Not that they had a brain in the first place..

They sighed, looking at every direction so no one was there to witness that whole ordeal. There wasn't anyone close by, save for one person-

Shedletsky.

"Took ya long enough. See ya, ticklish loser!!" He bolted away once more, but not before waving at the killer as a small taunt. His wings fluttering lightly as he sprinted

They looked back at the still moving hands which were still confusedly grabbing at where 1x used to be then back at where Shedletsky had ran off

"I'm severing all of you later. I'm busy with a specific ex-admin right now"

They pointed one of their daemonshanks at them, as if they were threatening to use Mass Infection at it

Shed smiled smugly as he ran, unaware that he's the next target

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semicolon Explode me

dies

as a sidenote i finally see myself in the search oh my god finawy woo cheers

my dumb

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overbaked-tkls · 7 days ago

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there. low quality pfp of a burnt cookie

edit yall are just gonna have to deal with my absolutely ass blog theme because i have zero skill with that

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overbaked-tkls · 7 days ago

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hi if you see this reposted my tumblr is acting like a divorced mom and not letting my newer posts show up when using tags

ALSO CLARIFYING NOW so I don’t get reasonably confused comments, i headcanon that shedletsky has crazy ticklish soles, thats why he’s giggling

#what a goober..

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overbaked-tkls · 8 days ago

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can you possibly make Lee! shedletsky and ler! Builderman because shed is not being mature during he round and Builderman confronts him after the round and tells him he has to be mature. Except shed tells him he is overreacting then Builderman tackles him to the ground and immediately starts ticklin him and telling him he has to be more mature and stuff. 🙏🙏

(this is sfw tickle art! if you don't like it then scroll)

ok i didnt really wanna write this one soo.. did i cook or am i banned from the kitchen🙏? click for better quality btw tumblr nerfed my ass

#sfw tickling community #forsaken tickles #lee!shedletsky #ler!builderman #i. have not been drawing enough lately. i should do that more #also no i did not foreshadow my next fic talking about azure. what are you on /j #ALSO ALSO! these are the character versions of roblox admins i do not support anyone defending baszuki atm. free schlep

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overbaked-tkls · 13 days ago

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me just realizing i dont have to write 4000 words for every single content post:

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overbaked-tkls · 20 days ago

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im going to jump off a cliff holyyyyyy

leghhhh

tw for??? maybe intense tickles?? they don’t go that far

anyways

LER! CHARLATAN AND LER! MAFIOSO

LEE! CHANCE.

All nicknames/petnames are used PLATONICALLY, Chance and Mafioso are son and father, and charlatan is seen as Chances auntie, no shipping between Mafioso nor Charlatan, as the two are both gay and lesbian in their own rights.

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Chance felt like he was going to explode.

Not like he had a bomb strapped to him or anything, but hiding in your dad’s closet while holding your giggles back felt constricting.

Especially since he brought his best friend over.

It’s not like he hated Charlatan, actually, she was the auntie he knew most people wished for, she was caring, pretty darn funny, and could easily make someone smile.

Maybe a bit too much.

Her shoes padded around Mafioso’s room, her hand silently ran over his bedside drawers, blowing the thin layer of dust off of her hand as she looked at it. It's been an hour, or so she calculated, she never knew he was such a good hider.

good being a keyword.

His shoe slipped, hit some random box with some dust particles sprinkled on it.

And that dust blew up like sparkles being blown by a breath of air.

Then he sneezed, not loud enough to be heard across the base, unlike someone, but not soft enough to be ignored.

His nose twitched softly afterwards, quickly wiping it, before going still as he heard Charlatan go silent.

Maybe she left, maybe she heard the goons bickering and left to go and solve whatever issue they got mad over.

He was crossing his hands that she magically went deaf for a few seconds.

But no.

He couldn’t have that.

“Ooohhhoooh!! there you are!.. thought you snuck out and cheated.. ehhh.. I wouldn’t mind, would’ve made this funner!”

The closet’s door clicked, and it slid open like it was magically bathed in sesame oil, revealing a flustered, giggling, and shaking Chance, whose tail was signing him off for war.

She made quick time, swiping Chance by the collar, slinging his body over her shoulder, and leaving, whistling a tune under her breath as her padded shoes slid across the carpet.

“Nononhoho!! wahahit!! pleahese.. you gotta hahave some merhercy!”

his hands made contact with her back, doing little as he hit only puffy and soft cotton, he didn’t really hit her back that hard anyways, he wasn’t that athletic, more of the chill type.

“I am having mercy! c’monnnn little guy, if it was just mafioso or his little goons, you’d be a goner!”

Her smile became more cheeky, she silently turned the corner, silently approaching Mafioso, and scaring him by blowing air in his ear, making the older jolt like he got shocked by a metal doorknob.

“Heyyy!.. your little ‘bambino’ is a good hider! Nnot that good at staying quiet tho..”

She sat opposite of him, adjusting Chance so he sat more comfortably in her lap, her hand secured his arms, bringing them up with one hand, and holding his waist with her other.

Mafioso stared at his little bambino, smiling softly, he shuffled slightly, his fingers instinctively began to wiggle, and that made Chance lose it even more.

“Dahahahad!! Please! plehehehese! Dohon’t do thihis to mehe!”

His smile softened, yet he felt his collar being grabbed by Charlatan, dragging him close to her and Chance, her arm retracted back to Chance's waist, holding his body back from the inevitable flailing.

“Ohhh c’mon! Ignore him, he's just begging!”

Charlatan shuffled softly, presenting Chance in a way like she was shoving a baby in front of a camera at a grocery store

“Go onn.. he's your son! Not mine!! I’m just helping because he's a squirmer!”

It took Mafioso a few seconds to process his best friend's words, before his fingers slid under Chance’s t-shirt, his fingers sliding across Chance’s soft skin, even running over some of his side fluff.

Chance already began to giggle, his hips bucking backwards, twitching forwards shortly afterwards as Mafioso’s nails curled against the soft parts between his upper ribs.

If he wasn’t a mess then, he was certainly one now, his body couldn’t decide if being still or wiggling everywhere was the better option.

The latter won, because once Mafioso moved his hands downwards, he barked out a loud laugh, curling in on himself, well, as best as he could.

“NOHOHO!! PLEHEHEASE!!! DAHAHAD!!”

His body twitched again as he felt Charlatan's hand disconnect from his waist, before quickly having her fingers dig into his exposed armpit, she adjusted her grip on his wrists, lightening it up enough so he wouldn’t hurt himself.

Oh she was such a liar, saying she wouldn’t help tickle him and stuff.

Mafioso adjusted his technique, switching from squeezing to skittering, gliding his fingers up and down Chance’s sides like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Mi bambino… awhhh….”

He couldn’t really form any comprehensible words, mostly because of the sheer amount of affection he felt, and how loud Chance was barking out his laughter.

“Yeahhh!!! laugh bunny kid!! let us hear ya!”

Charlatan smiled comically, lifting Chance up a little higher so his shirt rode up, giving free access to his hips, especially his hip dips.

“Nohoho WAHAHAIT!!! WAHAHAHAIT!!!”

Ohh.. how Chance wished the two listened to his pleas.

Because in the next moment, tears of mirth spilled out of his tear ducts as Mafioso gently drilled his fingers into his son's hip dips, making sure to keep his technique in control.

“DAHAHAHAHAD!!!!”

Now he could be heard all the way across from the base's living room, his body bucked upward, twisting and turning out of Mafioso’s reach, but he kept up quickly, making sure his fingers kept track of every spot possible.

Charlatan's smile softened, she eventually could predict the signs of exhaustion, so, what better to finish this party off with a few raspberries?

She adjusted her grip with a little pushback, hugging the arm and hand that previously held Chance's arm to be around his lower underarms, while her other snaked up and snagged his shirt's hem, lifting it up just above the navel.

“We gotta finish this off with a bang!… soooo.. Wanna give him his favourite berry?”

“Oh.. absolutely.”

Chance almost spurt out a beg, he took the liberty to gain fresh air as Mafioso stopped, he watched in pure fear as he watched his dad suck in as much air as he could.

Before he pursed his lips and blew, Chance swore he felt the feeling from every part of his body as this happened, and it kept going, Mafioso had a lot of air he could use.

After what felt like an hour, Mafioso lifted his face from his son’s navel, huffing softly as he watched Charlatan retract her hands, rubbing the phantom tickles away from Chance’s body.

Mafioso instinctively got up, padding off to the kitchen to get a snack and water, he returned a few moments later, carefully handling the cup and its clear liquid contents into Chance’s hands, watching him rightfully chugging it back.

Charlatan cracked her back, before adjusting her posture, she waited until Chance was done, before taking the glass from him and standing up, lifting Chance with careful consideration.

She placed him aside on the couch next to her, wiping the joy-filled tears from his eyes, wiping her hands on her strap-on pants.

“I gotta head.. y’know…. Minigame stuff.. My boss needs me! I’ll text ya later when I’m free tho..”

Before she left, she grabbed another couches blanket, setting it on top of Chance, scratching the back of his ears with a gentleness a glassmaker would dream of having.

“Bye sweetpea, hope you had fun, auntie has to go.. I’ll be back eventually though.”

She left after that, she collected her empty satchel, waving one last goodbye towards Mafioso before leaving, locking the door behind her.

Mafioso sat beside Chance, untangling any knots that he got from whipping his head around like a maniac.

Chance yawned, adjusting his position, before eventually falling asleep slowly, a content smile plastered on his face.

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so are we keeping this or am I getting put down

#sat here for like two minutes trying to figure out what to say #i LOVE how you write the three's dynamic here. i don't know much about charlatan yet but this is the best first impression heheh #the hide n' seek trope has got to be my favorite one and you used it so well #^ also leaving the house in the middle of that would definitely be something chance would do LOL #and the mafioso chance father and son bond is so real.

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overbaked-tkls · 21 days ago

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Guest 1LEELEE7

damn. so much of a lee he gets it twice /hj

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overbaked-tkls · 23 days ago

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Stares.... Ik it's killers but....

BLEEudud

C00LEEkidd

Pr3ttLEEpriincess

MafLEEoso

LEEvadayo

yup. yup yup yep. also throwing these all in the bin

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overbaked-tkls · 23 days ago

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Veeronica, Leeronica, why isn’t this being pointed out

adding this to my list of lee-ified survivor names. thank you kind anon

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overbaked-tkls · 24 days ago

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Hi! I'm new to forsaken and I accidentally discovered your fics, they're adorable! I really love the one with Chance, it was really sweet. Just wanted to leave a compliment 🥰

aa! thank you!! glad you like them :))

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overbaked-tkls · 25 days ago

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Haiiiiiii, if you don't already have a request for this could I ask for some lee!Guest 1337?

Take your time and have a nice day!!

why are the images not collapsing into the- ykw nvm

anways I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD!! HI!! okay i may have. coughs. i might have stretched the prompt a bit (it was cheer up tkls) but uhhh awkwardlu smiles yeah here yall go.

also sorry the leadup is like 2300 words. I got a glimpse of what their dynamic was like + Guest in general and I wanted to explore and rip it apart like a dog if that makes sense (also me projecting on guest. wait what who said that)

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

Taking a break (yes i used an actual title)

words: 4,095

ler!007n7, lee!guest1337

summary: 1337 has a panic attack and 007n7 stays to give some support.

Too loud, too sudden, too fast. The sound of 1x’s projectiles too… familiar. Those various noises had struck 1337 in the same uncomfortable way before, but. He had been running for several minutes while actively bleeding out, and his mind kept trying to provide an explanation for it. An explanation that turned over rather painful memories.

In his aid, all the remaining survivors of the round crowded in attempts to disorient the killer for the last seconds.

Despite the efforts, 1x was unfortunately not deterred, and locked on to Guest’s figure as she wound up an attack.

Too sudden, the unmistakable rattle of a mass infection pierced through the air, rippling like poison. Someone yelled for the veteran to dodge.

And too fast, a flash of dark green and white entered his vision as he whipped around, only to fade to nothing. The round ended.

Close call.

His ears continued to ring even after the round, and he clutched both his military vest and his head with each hand. The falling sensation of returning to limbo had put him more out of balance than it usually did, and he fell to the ground like his joints had suddenly become weights. Something felt off, strangely out of control.

His gear must have been too tight, because his chest started hurting. Or was it something else? Slightly trembling, he tried to undo what kept his gear on– the need to get it off suddenly felt… urgent. But it was like his hands weren’t working with him, letting go of the buckles every time he tried and shaking to a concerning degree.

Several seconds too late, the veteran finally realized something was actually wrong. Panic seeped into his chest, mixing with the pain and causing his breathing to grow frantic and uneven. He coughed, trying and failing to ignore how hard it was becoming to breathe– the stupid vest wouldn’t come off, and his sense of surrounding was dissipating just as much as his logic was. If he had any more coherence, he might have regretted making the gear so tight in the first place. He should have known this was going to happen, this wasn't even close to the first time.

A few of the other survivors tried to speak to him, but the voices were quiet background noise in comparison to the ringing. Someone put an arm around him and he immediately felt worse, but no protest was able to come out of his mouth. In desperation, he stopped trying to undo the clasps and instead pushed and tugged at the vest by the arm holes in hopes the force would somehow get it off.

It was probably for the better that he stayed somewhat unaware of how much disorder his panic attack was causing- It was normal for someone to freak out occasionally, but usually it was easily fixable or they dealt with it themself. What a great team, falling apart the second something unexpected happens. After a little communication, everyone aside from two people moved away, some less graceful than others.

Even through all the chaos and shared concern, the scene looked strangely familiar to 007n7. Okay, well. Not to look down on the soldier– a panic attack is considerably different from a temper tantrum, but the way Guest dropped down holding his head…

C00lkidd used to get overstimulated and throw fits sometimes, and he would always want to take clothing layers off. Tugging at them, but being too agitated and angry to take them off. Too illogical. Just like the soldier was… oh.

Oh, he needed that vest off.

“Dude, he's like, completely unresponsive!” Elliot panicked, kneeling at 1337's front while attempting to ground the soldier. Whispering to deaf ears.

“Aren't you supposed to stay calm, or… Something like that?” Well, Chance was one to talk. This moment was a rare exception for that everlasting grin of his.

“I would, but it looks like he's actually suffocating–”

“Um, excuse me.” 7n7 really didn't want anyone to get angry at him again (especially Elliot, spectre help him), so he ended up not saying it loud enough for the concerned survivors around Guest to hear. Frowning, he looked off to the side in thought.

… Oh, who was he kidding. He didn't need to ask permission to help someone, this was too urgent for that. Hastily padding over and gently moving anyone in his way, he found what was closing the vest and quickly undid it. Just two buckles and a zipper. Taking it off was slightly more difficult, but the ex-hacker guided Guest's arms out even when he got pushed against in the process.

After it was off, 1337's chest heaved with relief and exhaustion as his head got a little clearer and he felt like he could finally breathe. Shakily taking his arm from whoever was holding it, he moved a calloused hand to his face, then down to his now more uncovered military uniform, and finally to the splintered wooden floor.

It was half a grounding exercise, half just making sure he was all in one piece. Woah.

When he finally looked up from the floor, he was met with a lot of concerned looks.

That must have been the first time he had a panic attack in front of them. And here he thought he could hold it together…

“Guest, are you alright?” 007n7's typical kind, yet now abnormally firm voice dragged him out of that thought.

“Oh, I…” He cleared his throat, looking at the other before letting his eyes flicker over to the vest the ex-hacker was still holding. “... You took it off.”

“Well, I just saw that you-”

1337 cut him off with a long, appreciative sigh before speaking. “Thank you, n7.”

7n7 smiled knowing he had been helpful, but the corners of his mouth fell soon after. “... You're welcome, but. You uhh, seemed pretty freaked out there, so I asked if you were okay.”

“... I- Yes, I'm alright. Just a little shaken.”

007n7 thought for a second. “Well, you could possibly–”

“Maybe you should rest for a bit.” Elliot took the words right from him, putting a hand on the soldier's shoulder and giving a supportive squeeze.

Both the unexpected closeness of Elliot's voice and the action slightly startled 1337, but he hid it well. He didn't end up responding either, so the room fell quiet.

The repetitive ding of a coinflip and the upbeat speech of its owner attempted to fill the awkward silence. “It was a pretty lengthy round– the intermission's also gotta be long, right?”

The idea of a long break thankfully brought back the small conversations and typical buzz. One by one, people made their excuses to leave the main room and go off on their own– it's not that no one cared, but. Everyone either had stuff to do or wanted to do nothing at all.

007n7 didn't have much on his plate. Almost nobody gave him anything substantial to do because they didn't trust him for it, and thanking him for anything was often out of the question. So, he planned on staying with the soldier.

Noticing he hadn't moved, Elliot gave him an expectant look as he left.

A stern type of expectant, but noticeably thankful. 007n7 gave him a nervous, yet respectful smile back.

When 1337 eventually tried to get up, 7n7 quickly outstretched the hand not holding the vest. Guest didn't really need it, but took it anyway and said nothing even when he saw 007n7 struggle to help him stand.

Once he was fully up, the veteran addressed the other.

“...n7, I just wanted to thank you. Really.”

7n7 pulled his hand back, draping 1337's military vest over a nearby couch and ushering its owner to sit on the same one. “I-it's no problem… Really.” Didn't Guest just say that? “You looked like you needed help, so I just–”

1337 cleared his throat. He really didn't want to be rude, but he already knew 7n7 wouldn't give the answer he'd like without directly asking. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but.” The soldier sat down after 007n7 gestured for him to do so. “How did you know? To take it off, I mean.” He loosely gestured at the military gear over the couch.

“Oh! Well.” As the ex-hacker took a seat beside the other, he tried to make light of the situation without thinking.

“If you desperately pushing and tugging at it wasn't a good enough hint,”

“I have some experience from C00lkidd.” And then he immediately regretted speaking. It was a panic attack, why would he-

Guest laughed as a response. It was quiet, but certainly not disingenuous. Unknown to him, 007n7's heart swelled at the fact he didn't screw everything up again.

A thought came to 1337 as he felt the fabric of his military uniform brush against him. He used to take the vest off before sleeping, but eventually he started getting exhausted at the end of the ‘day’, and sometimes rounds started in the middle of the night. He needed to be prepared, so having it off was new. It made him feel… a little bare.

Wait, being prepared. The rounds.

He startled up from his more relaxed position. “Well, thank you for the help n7, but I need to get ready for the next round. I've recovered by now, and–”

This time, it was 007n7 who interrupted. “Wait!” He reached for the vest before Guest did, quickly taking it and holding it away. “You have time, I promise. You should.. Um. Rest.. a bit longer? Take a break.. maybe?” The ex-hacker only faltered when he realized how immature that was, his tone becoming more unsure as his voice tapered off.

In response, 1337's face became a little questioning, and he had been halfway through just taking the vest from 007n7's hands. After a short amused silence, Guest spoke again. “You know I'm also a father, right? I don't need anyone to take care of me.”

007n7 suppressed a cringe. Of course. And if only he could relate– he still had trouble with himself, let alone C00lkidd back then.

The ex-hacker wasnt alone in the feeling, though. 1337 realized that could've come off as ungrateful– 007n7 was the one who got him out of that panic attack in the first place. So he quickly backtracked, relaxing a bit.

“You're right, though. Apologies for that, I'm just… used to being self sufficient and tolerating discomfort. They didn't baby us in the military, hah.” Plus, if he could delay putting the gear back on, that would probably be for the best. If he knew one thing for sure, the only objects he ever liked tight around him were his friend’s and family's arms.

That pleasant thought was coldly cut off by an even more fridgid bout of air breezing over him, causing him to slightly jump. One of the other cabin residents had opened the front door and slipped out, closing it behind them before he could even see who it was.

Returning his eyes from also glancing at the door and setting the military gear back down, 007n7 looked over at the soldier in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Fgnh… Just some cold air. Its probably something with the vest being pressed against me all the time– I feel like my nerves are all keyed up. And I’m still a bit on edge from earlier.”

007n7 hesitantly reached over, and put a hand on his shoulder while trying to be as gentle as possible. “I hope it’s not painful..” Purely by habit, he rubbed his thumb in comforting circles where his hand was placed: somewhere around where the sentinel’s vest strap would have been. Despite the very gentle contact– well, more because of the contact– 1337 shuddered away.

7n7 quickly retracted his hand. “Oh n– please tell me I didn't hurt you. Did I?”

“No, no.” Guest chuckled and waved the other off, returning to his previous position and this time putting his legs up on the couch. “Didn’t hurt, just.. I don’t know, tickled a little?” Slipping half of his hand under his military uniform and the shirt he had on beneath it, he almost winced at how cold his fingers felt. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed something like this either– after swords and claws ripped his gear beyond being worth keeping on, colder temperatures bothered him more than he’d like to admit. “God, I should really be taking the vest off more. This entire uniform, actually.”

Instantly, relief filled the ex-hacker's chest, but it was quickly followed by something else. “Oh, good. Wait. You're..?”

Guest tilted his head in confusion as he watched the other reach out to him again, his eyes slightly widening with realization just before narrowing them with a quiet, amused scoff. “... Well I.. yes, I suppose.” He held up a hand to block 7n7's, not pushing but staying firmly in place.

Both falling quiet, the soldier raised an eyebrow and stared at the other father. He wasn't stupid, he knew what the survivalist was considering through those suddenly less nervous and now steadily blinking eyes;

… How childish the thing 007n7 was about to commit to was. In the end, he really just wanted to be friendly, maybe a little playful– 7n7 hadn't been ‘offered’ this type of lighthearted interaction since… him, and C00lkidd. He was a bit too eager to jump at the opportunity. And Guest could use a ‘break’. Maybe… maybe he could cheer him up with this?

“007n7.”

“Uh.. yes?”

Guest forced 7n7's outreached hand down, and then pointed with a very punctual statement. “I will fight you.” He almost laughed seeing the other's face drop. “Accidentally, I mean. I dont have a problem, but I would feel very bad if I ended up hitting y–”

“.... Okay.” 007n7's hands twitched with something a little too relieved to be impatience. ‘I don't have a problem’ was pretty substantial. ”Then, please don't feel bad. From the sounds of the others, I deserve to be punched.”

“Th-” 1337 frowned. “That’s awfully self deprecAHaHaTIhING–” He was completely expecting the ex-hacker to heed the warning, so. Seeing the same apprehensive guy he knew advance across the couch in merely two crawl-strides was way more than a small surprise.

And of course, instinctively raising his arms in what… looked to be a block.. did absolutely nothing but aid 007n7 in shoving his hands underneath Guest's shoulders, promptly drumming his fingers against the soldier's underarms like the poor man had violated the UCMJ.

After falling out of the initial shock, 1337 immediately grabbed for 7n7’s hands, settling for his forearms and pushing when the ex-hacker’s fingers were just outside his easy range of motion. It was… mostly unsuccessful, just like the attempt to quiet the peal of low chuckles that quickly escaped his mouth. “SeHEVeHen–”

007n7 put just a little of his weight into pushing back and nervously chuckled as he narrowly avoided getting shoved off. He didn’t want to be super rough, but Guest really wasn’t kidding about the fighting thing. “Oh- hah, were you not ready?” He questioned, taking 1337’s initial warning in mind and leaning down in anticipation for some sort of attack. Which was a good idea, because the veteran swung at empty air almost directly after.

Guest wheezed and pressed his arms to himself, saying something halfway between a response and an apology for nearly knocking the other out cold. “MY baHhHaha- noO!?”

“… Whoops? Sorry…” Despite wanting to be, he wasn’t really, but he also wasn’t sure why he started out so rough. So 7n7 moved his hands just a bit farther down and closer together, switching to lighter spidering around the sides of 1337’s chest.

The soldier’s laugh pitched a bit higher, but occasionally became softer as he started twisting away from 007n7– the veteran trying to stand after remembering he had legs. But the ex-hacker loosely hooked one of his own around Guest’s as soon as he noticed, causing Guest to trip and fall back.

After nearly falling off the side of the couch during his interrupted attempt to get up, 7n7 briefly reached out to steady the veteran by his shoulders and cushion his fall, keeping a hand there as 1337 dangerously tipped over the side. “Careful there.” His voice came out much higher and sweeter toned than intended– force of parental habit, but any embarrassment speaking to Guest like that would have brought was completely drowned out by the whole... Liveliness, of it all. Plus, 1337 wouldn’t have anything to say about it even if he wasn’t wheezing.

Speaking of the soldier, he was struggling. Well, struggling to come to grips with 007n7’s behavior, and the fact some gentle tapping was getting to him so… bad. Literally as well, given his limbs were completely undecided between throwing the ex-hacker off and trying to pry those ‘impossibly’ hard to reach hands off him. Consequentially, the power in his writhing actions was too low for any result, and he couldn’t help but turn his head away in slight embarrassment every time he saw and heard 7n7’s smiley looks and quiet chuckles.

What made it even worse?

007n7 had a strange tendency to do anything but keep his hands still. Habitually fidgeting with any clicky or reactive object, finding the grooves or creases in textures by feel. The point? While great for grounding… not so much for person in front of him. Even while simply holding his shoulder, 7n7’s fingers subtly traced the line where Guest’s arm and torso met from the back as they were pressed together, causing the veteran to twitch away from the edge of the couch and half roll into the back. Uncharacteristic giggles came from 1337 in bunches, and he twisted and tensed up in-between them.

Eventually, Guest managed to choked down a few laughs and grab the ex-hacker’s hand from his shoulder, proceeding to point with the same shaky arm and speak with a barely composed voice. “FIHIRST of all, yohou are nOHOt sorry. Sehecond, this waHAs not how I expected to spehend my free tihime.”

7n7 quietly chuckled, attempting to pull his now restrained hand back to himself while letting the other fall to the cushion below. He had to quickly remind himself what context the soldier was badmouthing him in– to say the ex-hacker was a little rusty with understanding when people are actually angry would be an understatement… But. Even with his doubt, just looking at the way Guest was; face slightly tilted towards the back couch cushions, his back leaned against the armrest (albeit slowly sliding down off it)– the whole look said enough. Not to mention the way his eyes scrunched closed with mirth directly after speaking, whereas he would be making or attempting eye contact if he was genuinely irritated.

“I didn’t expect to spend my time like this either, but here I am. And while I might not be sorry, I certainly don’t regret this.”

Guest let 007n7 pull his arm back after a little resistance, chortling the way you would if you actually found something funny. “‘Might’, huh. Sure…” His voice trailed off, and he pushed himself up a bit. His leg was still hooked in 7n7’s, but it clearly didn’t annoy him enough to bother removing it. Plus, he clearly had higher priorities, because the first still laughy thing that came out of his mouth was “How much time do you think we hahave left, 007n7?”

The ex-hacker chuckled and purposefully gave a non-answer, picking up a few fingers from the cushion to trace into the veteran’s underarm as a small warning. “It’s only been fifteen minutes so far at max. Relax, please? Like I said, I assure you we have time.” Despite doing the motion carelessly, he received a visible reaction.

1337 nearly crumbled back down onto his back. “Ahan answeher would be nihice, Seheven.”

7n7 awed at Guest's determination always, but sometimes it was.. Truly impressive. Here the soldier was, still laughing, and yet he was concerned about the next round. But this determination was misplaced, because for once the ex-hacker wasn't going to back down. Not on this, not when 1337 was pushing himself past his own limits. “I admire the determination, but like I said earlier, we have enough.”

“That's nohot going to cut ihit.” Guest tried to put his firmer tone back on, but it obviously didn't work, because 7n7 just tilted his head with a increasingly friendly smile. Sweet, even.

“It may not, but you’re not in uniform, you’ve got your vest off. You don't have to be following your own schedule anymore…

…Nor do I have to comply with it~!”

“Wha- whahat? I still have my uniform on, my vest isn't my-”

Seeing Guest didn’t pick up on the ‘relax’ memo, 007n7 picked back up on the spidering, this time with both hands as far up the veteran’s sides as he could reach with 1337’s arms pressed to them. Additionally, he wrapped his other leg around Guest’s so he didn’t accidentally get kicked, just as a precaution.

“-unifoHOrM-!” Guest leaned back onto the armrest so he could ‘protect’ himself, but it was practically useless. 007n7 would just leisurely switch to a different spot whenever he was batted away, and even if it wasn’t as bad, it was still frustratingly enough to coax his arms to move away from whatever he was covering. And 7n7 was just low enough that he couldn't get the leverage to push him off, not like he could put in the weight to do so anyway. On his back like this, he was practically an upside down tortoise– nothing worked, so he eventually just tensed up his entire body (as much as possible with his incessant squirming, anyway), and rolled onto his side. It was a lot of squirming for light tapping and a few occasional scratches, but that probably compensated for how quiet he was.

Occasionally, his laugh dragged out into a small wheeze, but otherwise it was low pitched and quiet. A golden sound, for the lack of a better word.

1337's family called him that often. Golden. Just like the medals he probably got in his honor, that were probably put on the walls in his house somewhere. Anyways.

“Ohh, but you still deserve a break!”

“I wOhouldN't cohount this as a breheak..”

7n7 laughed with him. “Are you sure?”

1337 didn’t give an answer, and the ex-hacker’s eyes softened. It was… so nice, to have someone willing to stay. No more description needed.

007n7 became a bit too caught up in awing at the other, and he sat up and leaned back a bit. So when the ex-hacker experimentally brought one of his hands behind the soldier's shoulder again, gently scratching and pressing into the muscle around Guest’s collarbone, he instantly received a hard push.

Now that he wasn’t leaning down and putting his weight into making sure he wouldn’t get shoved off, 1337’s previously ineffective pushes became, well. All it took was an extra little power, and suddenly the ex-hacker was slipping off the side. A little too late to correct his balance, he fell, and took Guest with him with their legs still tangled together.

007n7 yelped as he fell, but it didn’t hurt when he hit the floor, nor did it when 1337 consequentially fell on top of him. There was a short moment of silence before 1337 spoke, half amused, half concerned chuckles leaving him.

“Pffha- Are you okahay!? Sorry, I didn’t mean to shohove you ohoff-” Guest rolled off of the other, sitting up and looking over 007n7. For someone who was being tickled for the last eight-ish minutes, he recovered quite fast.

7n7 started giggling as well shortly after, responding sheepishly. “You did warn me.”

“Suppose I did.”

The ex-hacker turned his head, just to see Guest’s legs. He really stood up, just like that…

The veteran grabbed his vest from the top of the couch, before sitting back down next to 007n7 and putting it on. As 7n7 sat up as well, he reached for the closure on the gear… But ultimately left the zipper and buckles alone. The ex-hacker smiled sweetly at Guest, and the veteran amusedly scoffed back.

“Thank you, n7.”

And so they exchanged a few words, waiting for the next round. Half an hour, then a full hour, then two… and 7n7 went to do his own thing.

The next round never came that day. Guess it was a good thing that 1337 didn't spend his time doing preparations- it would have been for nothing. Guess a ‘break’ was nice.

#lee!guest1337 #ler!007n7 #forsaken tickles #sfw tickling community #i love writing 007n7 as an unreliable narrator in third person LMAOO #like yeah no they DEFINITELY all hate and don't want to be around you n7. sure buddy /j

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