#Ler!DrFlug

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Past and Present

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, so, if you dislike that or tickles in general, I’d suggest scrolling. Thank you!

(A/N: SO. Villainous, amazing show. One of my favorites, however I’m pretty new to it so I’m not the best at writing the characters just yet. So this is one of like, 2 or 3 times I’ve actually written for it? And the other two I’m not proud of so this is good enough for me. So, hopefully it’s enjoyable! And Ngl, this has been sitting in the drafts for a few days because I was kinda scared to post it, sooo, I’m finally just gonna post it and hope for the best. Also! This fic is Lee!Flug and Ler!Demencia over all, though the roles swap briefly at the end, along with there being a little flashback. But anyways. Feel free to send requests about it or just ramble with me about it. Hopefully you enjoy!)

(Summary: Demencia, out of boredom and a need to mess with Flug, launches a little tickle attack on him, which reminds the doctor of some fond memories from the past.)

A day like any other, Blackhat sending off orders to Doctor Kenning Flugslys, 505 cleaning around all areas and quarters other than Blackhat’s quarters, Demencia doing… whatever she does, but let’s focus in on Doctor Kenning Flugslys, or rather, as he’s most known by, Dr. Flug.

Why just Dr. Flug instead of Flugslys? Well, let’s just say the man who most often wore a bag knew that most people pronounced his name wrong, so he can’t be bothered to constantly correct people, so he keeps it as short as possible. He could’ve used his first name, buttttt he didn’t like that either. A certain someone (cough cough, Demencia.) would call him Ken… too similar to the Barbie doll Ken for his taste.

But besides that little tangent, he was in his laboratory close by to his bedroom, attempting to concept works for devices he was asked to make, and he was currently focused in on his work, relaying every detail he could down to the actual thickness and thinning of the lines in his base concept sketch, following by beginning to write small notes around it.

However, this day was going to turn out just a little different than Flug expects.

How so you may ask? Well, there’s a certain human reptile slithering her way throughout the vents, managing to crawl into the laboratory and all throughout it into the doctor’s room. The doctor’s room was neat and precise as expected. Not that she cared too much about that, she didn’t give a damn about that frankly.

What she did care about is that the doctor wasn’t present, aka, her little plan of action was still in action and not cut short, hell yeah! Demencia did a small fist pump to the air out of her own excitement before continuing to quietly slither and sneak out of Flug’s room and right into the current room he was researching and working in.

Awww, he was so unexpecting. How perfect.

With the doctor distracted, it made it easy to slip right behind him. Flug, despite all odds, lifted his eyes away from his paper to right in front of him, somehow having a sixth sense he wasn’t alone, like someone was in the room with him. Surely not… but Flug tried to finish the note he was writing before his premonition sparked so he could look around afterwards, he didn’t wish to break his train of thought.

So, the doctor wrote as following, ‘Make sure to keep the model sleek and be sure to keep in mind-‘

“EeEEK!!” The Doctor screamed a tad in fear considering the fact he was pulled backwards, his chair going back right with him to fall, but the lizardish woman caught the chair before hitting the ground, saving the doctor while scaring the piss out of him. Demencia was just giggling away like she didn’t take 5 years off of his life with that scare, which Flug tried to straighten himself up and go into his little yelling mode in an attempt to scold her.

“Demencia! How many times have I-“ “Can it, nerd! You were sooo distracted! And I’m bored!” Flug huffed in frustration at the excuse, especially since his writing (which already was sloppy) had trailed off his page because his hand spazzed in surprise thanks to her, but he took a moment to think back since it reminded him of something.

Way back in his highschool years, a certain gal who had well managed pink hair would often do such things similar to get his attention, like scare him to get his attention. And when he would question why she’d do it, it was for his attention as previously stated.

Ah memories. There was one time she did that because she needed assistance with studying since she’d lack to do so the nights leading up to the assignment. Of course he’d refuse to just cough up the answers since according to him, it was very inefficient and she should’ve put more effort into studies instead of going to bug him for answers.

So, since he would refuse, said gal would turn to other methods. Like…

His train of thought was cut short because of how those memories never failed to fluster him. However, the small blush creeping on his neck was beginning to happen. Shit. “Well, maybe you should-“ “bug you!” Demencia finished his sentence for him, causing more frustration to come from the doctor staring up at her.

“No! Make your own entertainment like using the TV? Playing with 505?” “Sooo, I’ll make my own entertainment by messing with you!” He’s getting nowhere with this.

“Ugh. Whatever Demencia.” He mumbled, crossing his arms to be all defensive over it. “Hehehe! At least admit it was a good scare!” “It was nothing of the sort!” “But you got all scared, doc!” Demencia added more expression into her movements, her hands going claw shaped as she raised them over Flug.

That again reminded him of those ‘other methods’ the gal would use, the claw shaped hands, the wiggling fingers that followed and the teases that came before the storm. The ones that would be said as she’d request the answers ‘or else’ she’d do it. Cecilia, oh Cecilia, by god she knew how the hell to drive him up the wall.

“…Flug?”

Oh, yeah, he was still with Demencia. “Hm?” “What’s with your neck?” Flug paused to remind himself, thanks to the flustering memories, his neck and face was going a little pink. “…Uhmmm, it’s uh-“ Shit. THINK OF AN EXCUSE! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

“I’m just uh- very hot! Whew it’s heating up here! I tell you these lab coats don’t help either!” He spoke very quickly while trying to say his excuse, geez he was a horrible liar when it came to those close to him. Demencia however huffed at this, her brow raising with her expression that truly showed she knew he was lying. Hell, it was hardly lying with how horrible he was at it.

“You’re a horrible liar, nerd! Spill! What’s going on?!” Demencia pried at Flug for the truth, Flug looked side to side before shaking his head. “No! There’s nothing to spill!” A little more convincing, but still horrible. “Liar!” Demencia racked her brain for a moment, claws… hovering way over him.

So, in a pathetic attempt to figure it out, Demencia did the same thing again, this time instead of her claw shaped hands being all the way up, it was closer to the doctor’s torso but still mostly above it and away from it. This provoked him to tense up, if she finds out, she’ll destroy him to no end. “D-Demencia! Please! It’s n-nothing!” “Then cough it up!” “No!” This was going nowhere for Flug, however, Demencia was slowly becoming wise.

She lowered her hands lower and lower to his torso, all while Flug tried to stay perfectly still to not give away anything as he squeezed his eyes shut, quite nervous and getting flustered at the mere thought.

There’s a moment of silence. What? Demencia usually wouldn’t go so quiet, if anything she should be asking more questions! Flug slowly opened one of his eyes, trying to look at Demencia.

“D-DeEHEHE- NOHOHO! NONONONO! NOHOhohHOHOT THIHIHIS!” Flug was already laughing away, the surprise attack going through any resistance of his as his back arched before flopping right back on the ground. His tummy always was a sweet spot. Which, Demencia had a big chaotic grin on her face that was only growing. “This? This is what’s making you all red?! Really?!”

Oh dear god, the teasing already?!

“NOHOHO! PLEHEHEE- NAHAHA- NOHOHOT THE NAVEL!” Demencia made sure to keep him on his toes with her attacks so they were all the worse. Flug ended up thrashing side to side and out of the chair he’d previously fell with, going and laying down, his tummy to the floor to stop the tickles there. “Ehehe….ehee…” Flug had leftover giggles since the tickles had stopped, burying his face into the floor and his arms.

However, once he felt himself getting straddled, he began to start trying to squirm again. “Nohohooo… Demencia pleheease!” “Hmmm, nope! I wanna know why it makes you all flustered! Soo spit it out or else!” Oh hell no- “Demehencia! Do not! No! Don’t even!” Kenning tried to scold the chaos driven girl in order to get her to not do so. But if anything, his refusal to say why it made him all giddy and flustered determined her even more.

So while Flug tried to scold, his lab coat was flipped over his baghead, covering his vision other than the dimmed light showing through the whiteness of his coat. “Hey! That’s uncahAhHAAhalled fohohor-!” The simple finger slide up the back worked well too, not that any spot didn’t at this point.

“Pff- wow Flug! You’re just a ticklish mess!” He groaned in embarrassment upon the reminder. “Actually, I think I should call youuu…” she paused to think, even doing the ‘hmmm’ sound to think. “Giggle bag!” “Eh?! You will n-“ He cut himself off as Demencia got off him.

“Eh?-“ he looked up at her, raising a brow, quite confused. “Is that all?-“ wait- wrong wording! “I-I mean! Not like that! I don’t need more!” He scrambled to correct himself as Demencia laughed at that, quite entertained. “Hahaha! Don’t tell me you want mor-“

“More isn’t necessary, Demencia.”

There’s the boss himself, sparking fear within Flug and excitement within Demencia. “S-Sir!-“ “My Lord!” Demencia immediately shouted, beaming with energy upon the sight of the refined and fancily dressed demon as Flug was practically scrambling to his feet.

Blackhat however seemed unamused at the two, glaring down Demencia. “You dare distract the doctor while working?” He said, clearly here to scold, she didn’t even care much about that and skipped right over to him. “A little, but that doesn’t-“ “Demencia.” He cut her off, his glare piercing through her, causing her to gasp slightly as she looked at him.

Blackhat kept the cold stare, gesturing to the door for her to get out of the room, which she begrudgingly did so. “…Now. Doctor.” Flug squeaked in surprise as the boss approached him. “I-I swear I tried to get her to stop, S-Sir Blackhat!” Blackhat rolled his eyes, his cane in hand. “Don’t act as if you pushed her away, you didn’t even try!”

Wait. He saw the whole thing? And didn't stop it sooner? How else would he know that he didn’t push away.

Flug however wasn’t gonna dance with the devil, so he just hung his head, staring at the floor. He was at a loss for words before Blackhat scoffed. “Head up, Doctor. Now, do me a favor and get back to work!” He demanded, using his cane to gently push Flug back over to his desk before gently elbowing the doctor in the ribs, causing a squeak. It sorta stung but also surprisingly tickled.

“… that tickled, didn’t it?” Blackhat said in a disappointed tone, not at Flug, but rather himself as if he just tried to tickle him intentionally. Flug gave a shy nod as he rubbed the rib, trying to ease the sting it caused after the sensation, causing the demon to groan and facepalm. “Get back to work.” He ordered before walking out of the room, grumbling to himself in frustration and slight anger the nudge to Flug’s side was somehow a tickly feeling.

Flug let out a sigh of relief before putting his chair right back up, pulling it out to sit on it to go back to work.

“EeeEHEHEAHA! WAHAHAIT!” Flug thrashed his hips away from the tickly hands, turning himself around to see Demencia. “That should’ve been me!” “Wh-Whahat?!” “That tickle jab thingie! It should’ve been me!” She voiced her major anger/frustration. So. Demencia grabbed him right by his hips, causing Flug to be extra squirmy, pleading for mercy and rapidly apologizing as he was picked up and put into his bed, getting his legs sat on.

“Pleeeease! Pleheheaseee! I’m sohohorry!” Flug was in a fit of nervous giggles before Demencia mercilessly dug her hands into the hollows of his hips, causing a shriek followed by high pitched squealing and even higher pitched laughter. “NAHAHA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!” He apologized a bunch, Demencia refusing to let up. “I don’t care! You deserve this for stealing what should’ve been mine!”

“IHIHIT WAS JUHUHUST A LIHIHIHITTLE TIHIH- THIHIHI- TIHIHICKLE! PleHEHEHease HAVE MEHEHEHERCY!” “No matter if it was bunches or just a little one, it still should’ve been mine!” Mercy isn’t going to exist in this case.

But… this felt eerily familiar… didn't it?

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“P-PLEHEHEASE! CECILIA! NOHOHO!” “Giveeee me those test answers Fluggy!” “NOHOHohoh! I cahAHAHAN’T!” Cecilia, soon to be Miss Heed, had her major doubts about his answers thus far. “Awww! But you can! Unless you just want more and more tickles!” She teased, causing Flug’s face to heat up as he laughed freely.

“I DOHOHOHON’T! I PROHOHOMISE I Dohohon’t!” “And yet, here you are! Refusing to give up the test answers! I really wanna keep tickling you to pieces Fluggy, I’m sure you definitely want me to as well, but I still need those answers!”

“I- I dohoHOHO NOT- PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! NOHOHOT THE HIPS! YOUR NAHAHAILS!” Flug was in hysterics, squirming side to side to try and get the tickles to stop despite Cecilia being correct. “Hm? Oh! My nails! I just got them done and everything, aren’t you lucky?” That was replied to with a shake of Flug’s head.

“No? You aren’t? But you’re loving the tickles! Just admit itttt!” “I'M NOHOHOHOT!” With that, Cecilia stopped the tickles, causing the soon to be doctor to catch his breath, looking at her. “E-Ehehe?” “What? Why so confused?” Flug ended up flustered, but managed to mumble an answer. “Wh-why did you… you know…”

“Stop you mean?” Replied to by a nod. “Well, clearly if you aren’t loving the tickles, you shouldn’t need them, nor care.” “T-That isn’t what I-“ “It isn’t what you what?” This was embarrassing to no end, his face going red by his point, luckily he still kept his face hidden from view mostly. He really liked the bonding experience and just being able to laugh… especially with her, but…

“Well?” “It isn’t… it isn’t what I meant.” He finally vocalized his thoughts despite how flushed his face was, which he got a ‘awww’ from her in response as he huffed. “Welllll, I’m glad! It’s adorable tickling you to bits! Especially considering you’re supposed to be here to become a villain.” She reminded him so he’d get even more adorably flustered.

“Mmm…” he crossed his arms, whining before sighing, turning his head back to her. “If I give you the answers… could you just… you know.” She flashed a smile at him, quickly hugging him. “Thank you!” The nerdy man gently hugged her back, a small smile on his face. “Mhm. But please, you should study more.” “I know I know.”

Cecilia chuckled before checking her phone upon getting a notification about Goldheart, her attention being stolen by the hero rather than going to Flug, much to his disappointment. After a minute passed, he ended up getting up, knowing it was pointless to even try and take her attention off of the one she’s recently started to admire…for some reason, I mean, he wasn’t even that great- but anyways. He knew it was pointless.

“Now wait just a minute!” “aAAaah!” Flug was pulled right back down into her lap. “I’m not done with you just yet, Villain.” “E-Eh?” “Where.” “Where what?” “Where are the test answers?!” “I- Cecilia! I’m not playing this pretend game!” “Who’s this ‘Cecilia’ you villain?! I only know test answers!” She said dramatically, squeezing at his hips, causing his little shrieks and squeals to start again.

“Where are the answers!?” “CECILIA!” “Whooo?” “PFF-EHAHAH! I'LL NEHEHEVER TELL YOHOHOU! I DOHOHON’T CONVERSE WIHIHITH HEHEHEROS!” “Much better! I mean, ahem. You shall! Or else!”

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Cecilia and Flug, what a duo they were, however, due to the slowly growing obsession of Cecilia’s, it’s a shame they wouldn’t get to be more. After all, it’ll all end with Miss Heed, formally Cecilia, to be locked away and the doctor to give his advice before leaving. Still. Even with the heartache, the memories are cherished by Flug, and luckily, it seems like Demencia will gladly make new memories like this with him. That’s all he can ask for…

Speaking of Demencia…

“DEHEHEMENCIA!” “Admit it! It should’ve been mine!” “IT SHOHOHOULDVE BEEN!” Demencia, upon realizing how easily he admitted that, decided to loop back around to the original goal. “Oh. Wellll then admit why this flusters you too!” “NEHEHEVER!” “Hmph! Thennn tickles forever! All until you’ll never stop giggling!” Demencia grinned, being evil about this, causing the doctor to gasp and shake his head to refuse.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! I DOHOHON’T WANNA GIHIHIGGLE FOREVER!” He played into the drama, Demencia’s grin only growing as she took a breath, blowing a merciless raspberry right on his hip, causing Flug to practically scream, but still shriek over all.

“DEHEHEME- I- HEEHEHEHAHAH!” Flug was past the point now on forming sentences, just a ball of laughter before the tickles finally eased. “Now, are you gonna fess up?!” “Eheheha… heheh! Mhmhmh!” He giggled his ‘mhm’ out, finally catching his breath as he grabbed Demencia by her shoulders to pull himself up, only for his head to fall in her lap.

“Pff- come on! Just cough it up before I do it again!” Demencia made her claw hands to playfully threaten him, causing Flug to hold his hands out in front of him. “Okahay! Okay!” Flug giggled before sighing in relief.

“It’s juhust… I can’t explain it.” “Eh?! You what?!” Demencia was in slight disbelief since Flug’s logic usually never failed. “I can’t! I promise! It's just… I dunno… it makes me kinda happy and leaves me in a positive mood…?” He was at a loss of words.

“Hmph! Boring!” “I’m being honest! It isn’t my favorite thing ever! It’s just flustering!” He huffed. “Think about it! You’re the one always poking at me a bunch! Why do that?”

After a moment of silence, Demencia did exactly that by poking his tummy, causing his squeak of surprise. “Nonono! Do not!” Flug poked her right back, before squeezing her thigh just once, causing a squeal. Thennn Flug just sat up and pulled her over to continuously squeeze at her thighs, causing her to break into small bursts of laughter, along with squealing and occasional shrieks.

“FLUHUHUG! DOHOHON’T DO IT BAHAHACK! STOHOP!” “Nope! You didn’t stop so fast. Tell me how this makes you feel!” He became stubborn. “You’re gonna understand why it’s flustering and makes people all happy, well, unless the big strong wrestler can’t take some tickles.”

With a slight pink tinted face, Demencia decided to take him on. “I CAHAHAN UNLIKE YOHOHOU! MEHEHEANIE!” “I am not a- you know what? That’s it!”

Needless to say, those two were gonna be having some fun with challenges and squabbling about things. It all makes for a fun time and a bonding moment, and frankly, that’s what they’ll both like about it.

[switch-writer]

Mayday! Mayday! Oh! Stress averted!

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, so, if you dislike that or tickles in general, I’d suggest scrolling. Thank you!)

(A/N: So! This was a request from @594moongeo (sorry for the @ if it’s bothersome Geo!) who’s seemingly very sweet and has given me some lovely ideas and compliments! Said idea was 505 cheering up a stressed Flug, and I decided to write a fic on it! I’m not sure if I’d qualify this is as a complete fic since it’s a little shorter than I’d like, but I might as well post it! I will also say some causal villainous accounts ended up liking/reblogging the original ask so that sparked me to go ahead and write it [despite being a little nervous ^^”] so here it is! And it was written a little quicker than normal, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable!)

(Summary: Dr. Flug is feeling quite stressed, so, 505 decides to assist the doctor!)

“Good morning 505.” Flug greeted happily, the blue bear perking up due to the headpats and kind tone of his father-like figure. “How are you feeling today?” He asked 505, to which the bear replied with his little babbles and sounds, clearly indicating he was happy.

“Ah! That’s quite nice 505. Well, let’s go get our morning started… Blackhat has called me to come into his office in about 10 minutes, so just clean up around here for me while I’m meeting with… B-Blackhat.” He was nervous about this little ‘meeting’ considering it didn’t seem to be a client type of thing, after all, most of the time when he was called, it was through a painful method. So this…was… nerve wracking for Flug.

Luckily, 505 seemed to notice his nervous shivering and expression his goggles portrayed and gave him a nice big bear hug, which surprised Flug but didn’t cause his little surprised squeak. “Awww… 505…” he mumbled before doing his best to return the hug, only to get squeezed.

“aH! O-Okay! Careful! You have remarkable s-strength!” He quickly spoke as he tried to get air in his lungs, but greatly appreciated the hug still. 505 did end up loosening his grip again, allowing Flugslys to enjoy the hug again despite him being lifted off the ground due to it. “Hehe… I’m grateful for this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous 505..” he mumbled as 505 placed the delicate doctor down to the floor.

“Thank you…” Flug dusted his lab coat off, wanting to get the blue fluff off him to make himself presentable, then he said his little bye to his lovely bear and went to go see Blackhat.

—————————[After the meeting—————————

So, now, here Flug was, dragging himself back in the lab after that usual dreadful experience that was also majorly stressful. 505 looked up from where he was cleaning, getting extremely happy over Flug’s return but was quickly saddened upon seeing Flug, clearly stressed or upset as he sat back at his desk to look over papers since there was much work to be done.

“I could skip my break… I really could skip lunch, that’d give me extra time…” he mumbled to himself as if his 5 second break would help him much before he glanced behind him seeing 505 coming over. “O-Oh… hi...505.” He greeted, clearly forcing his kind and sweet tone despite his stress levels being very present. He was stressed out… endlessly stressed out.

505 easily saw right through the forced tone. How so? Well. Flug is the worst liar in existence. But! 505 gave a big bear hug as he did previously that morning to ease the doctor. “Ah… thank you… I don’t know. It’s just… you know…” Flug failed horribly to make any sort of sense with his words before realization dawned on him, causing a groan towards himself, followed by a facepalm. He didn’t like not making any sense. “Mm…” he whined before 505 nuzzled up to him.

“Thank you again.” Flug smiled slightly underneath the bag, sighing. “Frustration…” he mumbled, trying to think about what to do next since he had lots of work to do. 505 ended up nuzzling up to him again, his fur brushing against his neck, causing a unexpected squeak from the doctor who turned his attention to 505.

“C-Cahahareful!” He’s enjoying the affection he was being given, expressing it through his giggles and little squeaks since the tickly feeling was present. “505, plehease, dohohon’t! I’m nohohot in the mohohood! Ehehe!” Flug waved his hand to swat at 505, though judging by the fact there was no effort in the swatting, he was fine with it. It was a distraction.

505 ended up pawing at Flug’s tummy after placing him down for easy access, causing a surprised but giggly squeal or two from the man. “W-Wahahait!” The doctor tried to stall the tickles, doing his best to detour 505 from his goal, but to no avail! 505 knew Flug way too well, including how he’d try and stall such attacks, and including good tickle spots, like his tummy!

So, 505 kept pawing away, but switched to what cats often did to show some affection, biscuits. Right on his tummy.

“505! Plehehease! Ehehe! What are yohohou even dohohoing?! Bihihiscuits?” Flug questioned as his words were overswept by lots of his high pitched giggles and occasional squeaks, and his question was answered by a small babble from 505 that was practically gibberish to anyone but Flug. “Eh?! Thahahat’s what cats dohoho! Yohohou’re nohohot suhuhupposed to!”

Dr. Flug voiced his meaningless words to 505, who decided to take that advice, no more biscuits… how about some nuzzles to the neck? It seemed to make him all giggly earlier, why not? The blue bear kept Flug in his hold, just to rub his head up against his bag and neck.

It was very comforting to Kenning, but it also was quite- “Tihihicklish! 505! Ihihit’s tihihicklish, plehehease!” 505 simply shook his head, followed by more noises the bear would often make. “I- Whaha- I’m nohohot stressed!” Flug stated, clearly not convincing enough since 505 nuzzled right up to him while the biscuits started back up to get him to talk and for the truth to be said.

“Pff- Ohohokay! Ohohohokahahahay! Just anything buhuhut the biscuits rihihight theheHEHERE!” His laughter spilled right out, his resistance was easily broken by the biscuits to his tummy and navel. “A LIHIHITTLE STREHEehehessed! Now plehehease! Mehehercy!” Flug fessed up quite fast since he trusted 505 with his life at this point.

Fortunately for Flug the tickles eased and were instead replaced with the bear hug again, which the doctor gladly returned, a little tease since he was a little concerned this would turn into another tickle attack on him, but that’s more of Demencia’s forte rather than 505’s. 505 was… a big teddy bear. So he quickly did his best to loosen up and relax, enjoying the big hug given to him.

“Ehehe…. Thank you, 505. Even if that was quite mischievous for you!” Flug was being playful with his words while 505 seemed extremely happy his little father figure was much less stressed it seemed.

“… WAIT! Waitwaitwait! That wasn’t supposed to happen, now I’m behind!”

And just like that his stress and squirming became apparent. However, with some tickly nuzzles to the neck, his stress disappeared like clockwork as his giggles came right back, distracting his mind and taking his need for control away. “Pff- 505! I’m sohohorry? I cahahan’t- S-stop ihihit! I’ll behehe fine! Nohoho mihihindless pahahanicking!” The doctor tried to reason, and actually convinced his creation! So, like that, nuzzles halted again and he took a few breaths.

“Hehe… ehhh…. I don’t recall making you a tickle monster now, am I mistaken?” Flug joked with a halfhearted smile likely under his mask, but judging by the look in his goggles, he looked quite happy, which made his bear greatly happy as well, giving another hug of affection which was promptly returned for a moment.

“Alright! Alright. I have to get to work.” Flug vocalized as he turned to the big bear, gently rubbing his gloved hand on where 505’s shoulder would be, then took a seat to go ahead and get to work. However, the doctor froze for a moment, looking back at 505 who was taking a seat next to him, causing a small chuckle from Flugslys.

“Heh, alright. You can watch me.” 505 gave a big nod, deciding to watch Flug work away and ramble on about small ideas that may become a part of what’s requested from his boss, and with that, everything much calmer and less stressful…

Although, if things just so happened to get stressful, 505 will gladly assist the doctor into being reasonable with his thoughts and little spurs of panic and stress.

[switch-writer]

Out of curiosity, what are your Flug hcs? Not even just tickle related ones(although those are more than welcome) I just wanna hear your thoughts on the lunch bag of anxiety

OH. OHOH. Well now you got me talking-

I have both casual and tickle related ones, sooo, have a mix! I’ll put it under the cut because this is a mixed bag and not his Tickle HC post. It’s mostly the main HCs I have for the anxiety lunch bag. Although I’m not exactly sure if you’re wanting anything exact, I’ll try my best!

Okay so this isn’t gonna be formatted normal for me either since again- mixed bag-

BUT. Flug HCs non-tickle wise… I feel like he’s naturally become a workaholic to dodge the issues he faced day to day, love/dating/friend issues in the past, constantly working in hopes of being congratulated and working for validation, so on.

He likely also avoids sleep on the daily due to nightmare issues, but because he avoids it and falls asleep at his desk, it typically doesn’t go well. BUT. He’s become willing to go to 505 for comfort since he probably woke up 505 with rambling and pacing while trying to calm down from a nightmare since- well- judging by what flug does on a daily, it’s gotta be horribly dark and graphic nightmares. 505 provides a lot of comfort ever since the bear woke up from his father figure trying to calm down. So. That’s good at least!

He likes to occasionally craft mini planes if he has spare parts/metal around, it’s his own little art project and while he prefers the original planes, it’s still a fun enough art project to do in his spare time since he likes staring off at his collection of planes.

Horror movies scare the hell out of him, especially since a lot of them are either very realistic or have ghost related plots, even slasher films. He doesn’t Horror Catalogues and that’s just because there’s no jump scare to get him screaming and hiding behind the couch. Flug just doesn’t do well with it, he didn’t do well with scares that were unintentional, he won’t do well with intended scares.

And then take a few tickle related ones, not a bunch since this isn’t quite his HC list buttttt a few.

He squeals and squeaks so so much when laughing because of the fact he squeaks and yelps a bunch when surprised in the show. And due to how high pitched these are, it draws attention and everyone in the Blackhat residence knows about this, Demencia knows, 505 knows, even Blackhat does. And they’ve all gotten him before. It just kinda happened.

He gets a tad nervous at the topic since that’s often led to Demencia jumping and tackling him to the ground and tickling him until he can’t think about practically anything. 505’s tickles are meant with pure gentle intent, and Blackhat… it’s as close as you can get to death without being hurt.

Tickles are common for him, even while working under Blackhat, mostly due to Demencia, but he’s also often got it growing up and while in his little villain school. Yet, he’s never gotten used to it. Holding in his laughter for him is also impossible because he keeps thinking about ‘what if’ whatever happens and makes himself giggle and laugh nervously from his own thoughts and he hates the fact he can’t help it because it makes it even worse. Why? Well- ‘Flug! Why are you giggling so much!’ Over the ‘what if so and so happens-‘ thoughts. In short. He’s screwed- he doesn’t have strength or resistance to tickles in the slightest.

HOPEFULLY THESE ARE FINE UNTIL I FINALLY WORK ON HIS HC POST-