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Ticklish Shenanigans - Chapter 35

Secrets and Lies! It’s All Secrets and Lies with Those Skeletons!

Mod Yosh ~ Denise, Papyrus, Toriel, Angel Mod Kitty ~ Sans, Frisk, Flowey

Denise was the first to wake up the next morning. She snuck downstairs as quietly as she could to retrieve as much rope as she could out of the supply closet, as well as a towel and a roll of tape. After gathering feathers, electric toothbrushes, and other tickle tools from around the house, she deposited all of the supplies on her bed. Next, she crept into Toriel's room and very gently scooped Sans up, making sure not to disturb either of their slumbers. She brought the skeleton into his room and closed and locked the door before proceeding to tie him to the bed as carefully as possible.

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Sans didn't wake, though slight signs of distress flickered across his face as she tied him, restrictive vines invading his dreams.

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Taking notice of the expressions across his face, she decided to rouse him by lightly shaking him rather than tickling him. “Rise and shine, sleepy-bones!”

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"h-huh...?" Sans blinked his eyes open, the somewhat familiar feeling of being stretched out on his bed disorienting him for a moment. "wasn't i...? oh ... uh-hh..." He briefly tugged on his limbs to make sure he really couldn't move them, giving Denise a nervous grin. "it's probably not a good thing that i'm getting used to waking up like this, is it...?"

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“I wouldn't say that. After all, you know you’re safe with me and everyone else in this house, right? Anyway, I hope you recall the little deal we made last night. So, where does Papyrus like to be tickled?” She began gliding a lone finger across his ribs, grinning excitedly.

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He flinched and twitched at her touch, though managed to keep eye contact with her through squinting sockets. "oho, you m-must be prehetty eager to f-find out, huh? h-hehe! gehettin' me up early~hee like this...!" he said with a rather cocky grin.

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“Oh, you bet I am. And don't worry ... I will get an answer out of you. And that's the tooth.” She grabbed two toothbrushes laying on the bed and turned them on, hovering them over his ribs, smirking deviously all the while.

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Sans jerked at the sight and the sound. "oh .. n-no ... no, please...! n-not the brushes...!" He fidgeted anxiously. "i ... i'm not gonna y-yield so easily, though...!"

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“Oh, we'll just see about that!~” Denise giggled as she began to rapidly scrub and buzz the vibrating bristles along his ribs and sternum.

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Sans just about exploded with frenzied laughter, jumping and squirming as much as the rope allowed — and considering who tied him, there wasn't much give in his bonds. "ahahaaaaaa! ahahaaa! pleheheeeeease nahahaaaa—! oh gahahahaaaa—! s-stahaaaaaahaaap!"

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She stopped as quickly as she had started to grab the roll of tape and rip off two strips. After turning off the brushes, she taped one to each side of his rib cage. She readied to turn them on with a sly giggle. “Ready?~”

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Now after that brief reminder of how completely awful those brushes could be, Sans was reasonably freaked out already. As she started to tape the hellish things against him, his breath quickened, sockets wide and pupils quivering. "i ... i thought you were jokin' about that..," he croaked weakly. He knew he was doomed, but he had to try, especially after talking up a big game as he had. But also, he figured he had a duty to his brother to hold out as long as he could for him, even if it was his intention — and ironically also his older brotherly duty — to reveal it anyway.

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“When it comes to tickling, you should consider taking my word very seriously, hehehee. Aaaaand click!” With a giddy giggle, Denise turned on the toothbrushes. She leaned back and watched as the entirety of the tools, from bristles to handle, vibrated and clacked rapidly against his ribs mercilessly without rest.

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Sans squeezed his eyes shut, whining shrilly in the agonizing moments before she turned them on. And when they buzzed to life, his eyes flew open, sockets blank, and he screeched and writhed, unable to find an ounce of relief. "gghhhk-aaaaahaaa—! nohohonono! ahee dohon't lihike ihit! haahaaaa-aaaah, stahaa—! pl-pleeeheeeeease! kkhkk!n-naaaaahaa—!"

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Denise’s chest fluttered. Sans was just so adorably responsive and expressive to the tickling. “So, do you wanna tell me, Sans? Or do you want me to take baby oil and hair brushes to your cute little feet?” She giggled behind a hand as she watched Sans squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

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"wh-what!? naha—! nohoho!" he wailed, curling his toes. "aaaaaaahaaa, ahee w-wohon't! pleeeheeeease, d-dohohaahaahaaa—!" Whenever any substance was applied to his feet, it was always bad news for him. Fearful thrills burned within him — if she was going to be down by his toes, she wouldn't be able to turn off the brushes immediately if he truly asked. But he couldn't give in yet!

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“What was that? Please do? Well, okay, then!” The young woman straddled down his right leg, pinning her knees against the sides of his foot so he couldn't move it away, and opened a small bottle of baby oil. After squeezing some into her hand, she began to lightly and teasingly rub the substance along his sole and toes.

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"ghhhn—! nohoho! ahaaaaha! ahee c-can't—!" He whimpered through his laughter, rocking and twisting as much as possible as the brushes relentlessly tormented both sides of his ribs, feeling the tight pressure against his ankle and the slippery, cold substance coating his foot from her hands. It might have felt nice, the way she rubbed, if it weren't for his current predicament.

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Denise sped up the application process, eager to tickle him more. She grabbed a hair brush and, pulling his toes back to keep his foot still and unprotected, began brushing and scraping its stiff bristles against his sole rapidly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Ahahaaaw, listen to how adorable your laughter sounds! All you have to do is tell me what you're hiding and I can stop! Kitchy-kitchy-kitchy-koo on the tiny ticklish skele-footsie!~”

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Endless cosmos above! The oil rocketed his sensitivity to near sweet spot intensity, and he shrieked and squealed at her initial, effortless and near-frictionless scrubbings. He trembled, pinned between heaven and hell, but unable to escape to his floaty headspace as her teasing dragged him to endure every present agonizing moment. He very nearly uttered the safe word, but the small part of him that could still think figured that would be cheating. The information he'd taunted her to seek was his safe word now. And he wasn't quite broken enough to give it up yet, so he would attempt to hold out, at least a little while longer. "aaaiiieeeheheheheeeeee! ihihit's soho—! eeeheee—! pleeeheaseplease! staaahaappitstaaaaahaaaap! nohonohonoooohonahaaahahaaaaa—! d-don't t-teheeeehease...! aaahaahaaaaa~!"

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“Come ooooon, you know you wanna tell me! Just seven simple words: ‘Papyrus loves being tickled on his... blank.’ Fill in the blank now, Sansy! I know you want tooooo! It'll make Papyrus so happy anyway, it's not like you're giving away a sweet spot he hates being tickled or anything. C'mooooon!~” Denise badgered the poor skeleton relentlessly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he finally cracked. She began to add relentless nibbles on the tips of his toes as well.

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"kkggh—! eeeheeeehahahaaaaaa! pl...! plehe...—! ahehee...! ahehee caaaahaan't staaahaaand ihihit...!" he cried, quite literally. "ahaaa, staaaahap, t-turn 'em ahaaaff! ahee'll tehehell! juhuhust staaahaaaap...—~!"

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She stopped tickling immediately, turning around to switch off the toothbrushes. She decided to grant him mercy, letting him catch his breath for a few moments before singing, “Sooooo?~”

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Sans panted and wheezed with whiny, needy breaths, drawing the break out as long as possible — he'd only get away with this once, after all. "hh ... hhnn ... heh, i'll tell ... ev'ntually, heh...!" He braced himself.

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“Oh, really? You’re gonna try to pull a fast one on me?” Denise’s smirk stretched into an evil grin. “In that case, I won’t stop until you tell me — which means you’ll have to confess even as I tickle you. Let’s hope you don’t run out of breath before reaching that point!” She turned the toothbrushes back on and pinned his foot still before resuming the brushing and nibbling.

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He didn't regret it — yet. The chance to breathe and to gather his wits bought him a little time to keep her curious. It was really just his pride on the line — though, with all of his embarrassing reactions, it was hard for even him to believe if he actually had any left. "kkhaaaieeeheheheeee~! aaahaaaha! tohold yaha ihit's nahahat s-so eheasy...~! heheeeeheee!"

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“You are a pretty tough nut to crack, I’ll give you that. But just like my little sister, I too have a sense of determination that won’t burn out until the job’s done!” Denise ceased her brushing and shuffled back over to Sans’ torso, gently ripping the toothbrushes away from his ribs and discarding the tape. A new idea struck her, and her grin widened excitedly. Oh, she was going to wreck him with this!

She held the tickle tools a few inches above his ribs before dropping them, causing them both to wedge between two pairs of rib bones. They buzzed and clattered on and on, relentlessly, and so dangerously close to the sweet spot on his back.

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The vibrations had already been radiating through his entire rib cage, but now the worst of it was too close to the worst place it could be, making him violently jump, trying to jostle the toture tools away. "nohooooo! g-get 'em ouhout! gahaaaaha! pleaheeeease i-ihit's h-hohorrihible! aaaahaaaaaaa! i hahaaate bruhushes! nnhnn—!" he vented, starting to whimper.

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“Hmm.... New idea!” She fished out the brushes and lifted Sans’ torso up a few inches from the comforter. After sliding the still buzzing tools underneath him, she placed him back down on top of them, the buzzing bristles and vibrating handles tickling along the grooves of his back. She applied a little weight to his sternum so he couldn’t arch or roll away from the torture.

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Sans pitifully whined as she readjusted the toothbrushes underneath him. "p-please...," he looked at her anxiously before she pressed him down. "a-aah-ahaaaaiiieeeeeeheeeheee—~!" With his back against them, they didn't clatter around, but now the vibrations were concentrated and intense and he couldn't move — he couldn't think beyond how much it tickled! "oh gahaahash, aaahaaaa! ihihit's t-too t-t-tickhilish—! hh-aahaaa...~! h-hihihis neheck! pahap lihikes ihit there! lehet mehe up! oho, pleheheeeeease...! ahaaa...!" he sniveled, fresh tears dripping down his anguished face.

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“His neck? Oh, how adorable!” Immediately after the confession, she lifted him back up to remove the toothbrushes from underneath him. After switching them off, she began to untie him. “See? I told you I can get answers outta ya.~”

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Curling up as soon as he was free, Sans expressed a few relieved sobs, trembling and wiping at his eyes and he gulped air. "a-aha ... hh ... hnhnn ... it...." He slowly and softly smiled at her. "it i-is adorable i-isn't it?"

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A warning pang shot through the young woman. She winced, immediately feeling worried. “Are you okay, Sans? Did I push you too hard? I pushed you too hard, didn’t I....”

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"naw ... i-i'm fine ... hh...." He tried to sit up, but weakly slumped back. His endurance for tickling really had improved ever since Papyrus first put him through his paces for his puns, but he still felt like he'd just got done running a marathon. "i kn-knew i was s-safe ... you ... hff ... would stop if had used the safe word or told ya what ya w-wanted ... hh-hf ... t' know sooner." He glanced away and blushed. "i-it's, um ... kinda fun t' be p-pushed like that.... to see what you'd do while i'm, uh ... h-hel-hmm ... exposed."

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A powerful warmth blossomed across Denise’s cheeks, her smile growing wide in genuine happiness. He trusted her! He hadn’t known her for more than a week, and he already felt safe around her. “H-Hehee, thank you for placing so much trust in me, Sans.” She hugged him close, careful not to squeeze too hard as to avoid rekindling the sensitivities in his back and ribs. Reluctantly, she pulled away from the affection to reach for a towel at the foot of the bed, handing it over to him. “Here, use this to wipe the oil off your foot.”

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Tensing at first, he soon relaxed in her light hold with a happy sigh, though not leaning too hard against her with the same goal in mind. Accepting the towel, he curled his legs up to get at his foot more easily, gingerly dabbing at it. "geeze, this stuff was brutal...! i almost gave up when you used it, honestly...." He caught a glimpse of the other tools she hadn't used, including the feathers, and shivered. "gh—! y-you were really prepared to get that info outta me, h-huh?"

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Denise seemed to sit a little taller, feeling a touch of pride. “Oh, most definitely! I don’t fool around when it comes to tickling, my friend; when I say I plan on tickling you for an hour, you’d better be prepared for the most agonizingly ticklish sixty minutes of your life!” She gave a soft laugh. “Oh, and if you’re still interested in experimenting with me tonight, you can.”

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Sans squirmed on the spot. "h-heheh, i believe it. hey, yeah, i'm still interested! maybe you need a go with those awful brushes! has anyone ever tried those on you?"

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“Can't say anyone ever has. How much do these brushes tickle you anyway?” She picked up one of the toothbrushes to examine it curiously.

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"gheh ... well, they're what broke me, heh. it's cause they vibrate, and that just makes the sensation go ... everywhere," he tried to explain, looking down at his ribs and gesturing with his hands, splaying out his fingers as if it would help describe the feeling. "i-it's really intense...." He glanced up, slowly grinning. "i guess it really rattles my bones, heheheh."

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She nodded in understanding, until the pun was made. She smirked at him and threateningly turned on the toothbrush. “That wasn't a pun, was it?...~”

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Sans scrabbled backward, surprised by his own energy to do so. "heheh ... c-c'mon, you're not gonna pun-ish< me for it, are you...?"

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“I wasn't going to punish you for that one.” She quickly buzzed his toes before pulling back. “That one, however....”

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"heeheee! kkh~haaa! n-noho!" Pulling his feet beneath him, he grabbed the pillow and put it between himself and her defensively. "oho geeze, whahat can i do to a-toe-ne for it?" He grinned at her playfully and warily.

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Knowing she couldn’t get to him anymore without a fight at this point — and considering she needed to begin getting ready for the day anyway — Denise turned off the brush and slid off the bed with an evil grin. “You won’t know where ... and you won’t know when ... so watch your back.” Winking at him with a giggle, she merrily skipped out of the room, making her way downstairs to the bathroom.

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"ghh~hh!" A shiver ran through him and his shoulders raised at her warning — one he knew to take very seriously at this point. Shaking it off, he slid off his former bed and slowly followed her out. He honestly wanted to just crawl back in bed with Toriel and sleep some more, but she was probably up and getting ready by now, or at the very least awake. His screechy laughter must have woken the whole house — unless it was just familiar background noise by now. One day he was going to really be in trouble and no one would even bat an eye if he screamed for help, he mused with a little dread.

Stopping at his brother's room, he knocked, wanting to see if he was all right. "hey, pap?"

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Papyrus was uncharacteristically still fast asleep, snoring softly. Sans’ loud laughter next door hadn’t woken him up, but rather had found a way to seep into his dreams, turning them blissful and happy. The knock yanked out of sleep, however, and he slowly opened his sockets and raised his skull from his pillow. He still sounded tired when he spoke, though he didn’t sound nearly as tired as the day before. “Nyeh?... Who goes there?”

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Inviting himself inside, Sans smiled at him, hopping on his bed with a slight bounce and wrapping his arms around him, nuzzling happily. "heheh, just me. did you get enough sleep, pap?"

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The younger brother smiled at the affection, wrapping a lanky arm around Sans and hugging him back. “I certainly feel much better, thank you. I still wish I could get away with a few more hours, but I can do that on my day off. Uh, sorry for collapsing on you yesterday, by the way. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He grinned apologetically.

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"naw, bro, i'm just glad you're okay," he replied softly. "thanks for everything ya did for me." He held onto him peacefully for a few moments. "oh, uh, i haven't told her yet, but i'm giving denise my bed. tori invited me to share hers, heh...."

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Papyrus shuffled under the covers to sit up so that he could grin playfully down at him. “Ooooo! My brother and the queen are going to be sharing a bed every night! Just remember that you’re still a little too young to become a father, wink-wink! Nyahahaahah!”

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Sans slid a hand over his blushing face, giving Papyrus's shoulder a push. "paaaaap! i'm not planning on—! ghh—! shut up!" He raked his fingers down to prod at his brother's spine.

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Papyrus squealed in ticklish surprise and jumped, reaching out to give Sans’ ribs a playful poke—

...But then he remembered the consequences of doing so and quickly retreated. He tried to brush it off with a smirk. “Whaaat? All I’m saying is that you two should probably marry first. Speaking of ... who’s going to be wearing the wedding gown, hmmm?~” He nudged Sans’ arm with an elbow.

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"hh—! that's it!" Grabbing Papyrus's hips, he squeezed at them mercilessly. "i know it doesn't seem like it, but i have some standards, geeze!" His tone wasn't upset, but playful.

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Papyrus gasped in shock before bursting out laughing, swinging his arms down to try and protect his sweet spots. He ended up falling over on his back and rolled around on the bed as he kicked out his legs. “NYAAHAAAhaaha! NohooHAAAHA!”

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"heheheh, well this is more like it, kitchy kiitchyyyy!" he teased, skittering his fingers back up along his spine, prodding at his ribs now that he could get at them easily without his brother's armor — a bittersweet feeling rose in him at this.

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“NYAAHAAAHAhaa! Y-Yohou two should def—HAHAAHA!—definitely stahay away from the Ehecho Flower fihield in Wahahaaterfall, nyahaaaa!~” At this point, half his hysterical laughter was driven by the hilarity of his own taunts and Sans’ reactions to them. He still desperately wished he could retaliate, and he feared that Sans would notice if he didn’t soon. But it was still too much fun to tease him, so he decided he would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

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Sans stopped for a second, eyes narrowing, though his cheeks still tinged. "pap, i swear to the stars...!" Though Papyrus wasn’t fully aware of the true process of becoming a parent, the implications were still close enough to put him in a tizzy. Diving his hands under his brother's shirt, he rolled his fingers around the rib bones, working his way up under his brother's arms and wiggling his fingers. He knew Papyrus could easily overpower him at any moment if he chose, and he did wonder why he wasn't fighting back at all ... though perhaps he was letting him have a little vengeance? Or maybe he still felt Sans was too delicate in his recovery state? Whatever the reason, he was going to take advantage of it.

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Arching his back, he threw his head back with a loud squeal, his arms pinned tightly against his sides. Of course, that only meant he had trapped Sans’ hands, allowing his brother to deliver all the tickles he wanted under his arms. He had no idea how Sans was able to fight his reflexes in their no-venting games when he himself couldn’t even relax his arms for a second, no matter how hard he tried. “AAAAAAhaahaahaHAAA!~ S-So in yeheeHEEars to come, will the bahaaby be n—HAHAA!—named Sahans Jr. or Soriel?” He didn’t let up on his teasing for a moment.

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"i am this close to callin' grillby and tellin' him you can't make it today," Sans threatened, gently twisting his fingertips in the spot they were now trapped. "i know he'd let me get away with it! and then i'll tickle you silly until you're dizzy enough you can't tell upstairs from downstairs!"

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“I-I’m cahaaHAALLING your bluff! NyahaaHAAAAAhaaha!” Papyrus slammed his heels against the bed as he grabbed a hold of Sans’ forearms with trembling hands, tears building up in the corners of his tightly-shut sockets.

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"yeah? try me!" With a grin, he relented enough to pull one hand free, swiping his brother's cell and slowly dialing, very purposefully leaving himself open for attack.

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Papyrus squeaked in alarm through his laughter, not just at his brother’s action, but also knowing that he was very purposefully leaving himself open for a counterattack. He knew he had to resist, though. “If you dohoho this, I wAHAAHAhon’t mahaake you buhuhurgers anymore! NAAhaaahaaha! I-I’ll goho bahaahack to Undyhyne’s spaghetti rehehecipeeehee!”

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This was not at all the attack he was expecting. "hmmnn—! ...fine." Halting his assault completely, he waited for Papyrus to relax so he could withdraw his other hand, putting the phone down. "but one more comment outta you...!"

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The younger brother wheezed and panted heavily, gulping down many mouthfuls of air. He knew he should probably heed his brother’s warning. Then again, it was so much fun to tease him like this, and the reactions were priceless. Now I know why Sans would always shoot pun after pun at me. “O-Or what, you’ll wahan’t to sl-sleep with King Ahasgore, too?”

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Sans grimaced. "oh, thanks for that image, pap." He knew Papyrus was just ribbing him, but that one actually did leave a bit of a sting as he was trying very hard not to think of how the king would take his ex-wife having a relationship with someone like him. "now you're really in for it." Thinking about Denise's punishment, he folded his arms and sat up. "no neck tickles for a week from me!"

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“Wait, what?!” Papyrus shot back up into a sitting position, nearly flinging Sans off with his abrupt movement. “O-Okay, okay, I’ll lay off, I promise!”

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"w-woah! heh...." With a soft, satisfied grin, Sans steadied himself and shook his head. "nuh-uh, you were warned, buddy. buuuuut, maybe i'll reconsider if you beg me to do it."

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Papyrus drew out a rather dramatic groan as his cooling cheeks warmed with orange again. He really didn’t like begging at all, he always found it to be incredibly degrading. Then again, this was Sans he was to be begging to. It wasn’t like he would actually make fun of him for it. This was all in just good fun. Shutting his sockets tightly as his cheeks glowed a bit brighter, he clapped his hands together. “Please don’t punish me like this! I... I love having my neck tickled! Please, Sans!”

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"well, how can i resist when you're so earnest about it, heheh!" Expression brightening, Sans arched his eyes and leaned against Papyrus, nuzzling under his chin, reaching one hand around to tease and pet at his nape with fingertips.

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“Nyeeheeheehe! Th-Thahank you, eheeehee!~” He trembled and giggled giddily, his SOUL shining through his shirt with glee.

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Quietly chuckling, Sans withdrew, glancing down briefly before looking at Papyrus again. "hey, um ... just in case you're concerned or somethin', i can handle a bit of ticklin' myself ... i mean, denise put me through the wringer this morning and my soul's just fine, heh...."

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His happiness immediately shattered, washed away and replaced with anxiety. He was been hoping Sans would have assumed he didn’t tickle him because of his SOUL recovery, but now that he knew Denise had already given a session, only for him to come out ultimately fine.... What excuse was he supposed to use now?! “Oh. Well, that’s good, it’s just.... Well, I couldn’t be too certain, and I usually dominate over the majority of our tickle fights anyway, so I wanted you to have your fill.”

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"heh, i figured.... well, uh, just ... just so you know. and thanks for lettin' me have a bit of fun." He smiled at his brother affectionately. "i probably shouldn't waste any more of your morning though, i don't want'cha to actually be late or go to work unprepared."

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Papyrus grinned back, hoping his stress over the situation at large wasn’t showing through his countenance. Thank Goodness he bought it. He hated lying to his brother, but he would always keep in mind that it was for his own good. “That’s a good idea. Are you going to turn in your paperwork to the Golden Valley Lab today?”

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He nodded earnestly. "since i don't hafta actually go bed-shopping anymore, that's the only real plan i've got for today. and it should be quick since it's just a shortcut away, heh. ...ah, i'll be careful with my magic usage, promise. is there anything you'd like me to get or do while you're gone?"

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“Well, there are a few things....” Papyrus opened the drawer to his bedside table and pulled out a neatly-rolled scroll of paper, unfurling it until its curled end touched the comforter. He began to read off of the parchment rapidly. “We need to do some serious grocery shopping; we’re running out of nearly everything. We also need to get some new toys and fish treats for Angel. Flowey’s running out of his mineral mix for his morning watering, so you’ll need to get more of that as well. I was also planning on depositing some Gold to the Golden Valley Bank for Monsters, but I just haven’t had the time, so you can do that, too. Frisk needs more shirts and pants since she’s starting to outgrow what she wore Underground, and Toriel had mentioned something about wanting to buy a few decorations around the house like curtains, rugs, table clothes, and assorted wall decor.”

He seemed to hardly take in a breath as he continued. “Oh, we also need to buy ourselves a coffee machine like we said we would yesterday, and while you’re at it, perhaps you could buy a microwave and make a purchase for a washing machine, dryer, and dishwasher. We won’t be able to afford paying Woshua to wash our clothes forever, and Lady Toriel mentioned how tired she is of getting soap on her paws. Oh, and about a half dozen small room heaters for the winter and two large air conditioners for the summertime would help us in beating the shopping rushes in the spring and fall. Frisk could also do with some toys since she doesn’t have much in the means of entertainment, and she’s been really wanting to cute up her room anyway. The mechanic also needs to be called because Denise told me the other day that the television’s light bulb is starting to flicker — stars forbid we need to buy a new one.”

“Oh, and if you have any time today to make me a new chest piece, that would be amazing, but it isn’t a priority.” Papyrus finally looked up from his list. “That’s not too much for you to handle, is it, brother?”

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Sans snatched the list away from him with a flat grin. "i'll prioritize. i don't think we need to worry about the winter right this second." He folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "probably won't get to everything, but i'll put a dent in it anyway. heh, all right, well, i'll go let tori know where i'm going, you have a good day at work, okay? i love ya, bro." He hugged him tightly, desperately hoping today really would be better.

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“That sounds good to me.” Papyrus returned the hug. “Love you, too.”

"Papyrus, you up yet?” Denise called from downstairs. “We gotta leave in ten minutes!”

His sockets widened in alarm. “What?! Oh, no, is it almost eight already? Sorry, Sans, but I must get ready quick!” He stumbled out of his bed and grabbed his uniform from the closet, but he stopped in the doorway to look back at Sans. “Oh, one last thing: can you spend some time with Angel today? I wasn't able to play with her at all for the past few days, and I think she's getting a bit lonely.”

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"course, pap, leave the little cutie to me," he agreed.

Not wanting Toriel to worry this morning, he hurried down to get some breakfast and talk with her. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her, trying not to notice Flowey's venomous glare as he did so. "hey, tori! uh, dunno if you were in on it or not, but i guess denise decided to kidnap me this morning, heh."

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Toriel smiled down at her boyfriend with a soft giggle, bending down to give him a soft kiss atop his skull. “Oh, I most certainly heard it. In fact, it was what had woken me up. It sounded as though she was interrogating you. What was it exactly?”

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He hummed at the kiss, then glanced away with a slight blush. Maybe next time he should practice for the no-laughing games.... "oh, i may have goaded her into 'making' me tell where pap enjoys bein' tickled, heheh...."

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“Ahahaa! Oh, Sans, you silly skeleton! Your love for tickling must know no bounds if you’ve done this to yourself.” She slipped her fuzzy fingers through his hoodie and shirt to tease at his collarbone with her claws for a few moments before withdrawing. “Well, I’m afraid Frisk and I have to leave shortly for school, so I must finish getting ready.”

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Blue spreading farther across his cheeks, Sans chuckled sheepishly — then yelped, ducking and turning his head, playfully pushing against her as he steadily giggled. "hehehee! hehe~hmm! well, you two have a great day! pap gave me a laundry list of things to do — no, there is literally laundry on this list, heh. so i'll probably be gone myself for a good while."

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“Very well, then. Oh, and Sans? I can only imagine how much Papyrus has already asked you to do for him, but would you mind taking Flowey out for a few minutes for some sun? If you could also give Angel a brushing, that would be fantastic. The dear’s beginning to shed a little.”

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He stiffened, but didn't let his grin fall. "...'course, tori! just leave it to me, okay?" He grabbed a bagel, taking refuge in it so he wouldn't have to see the look on the flower's face.

Flowey, in all his ... frustration, had been rather satisfied by the garbage skeleton's behavior around him. As long as Papyrus was keeping up his side of the bargain, Flowey would honor his word about not tickling Sans — if only to keep hold of his control over them. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with him. "Have a good day, Mom!" he called to Toriel cheerfully.

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“Goodbye, my child. Frisk, are you ready yet?” the boss monster asked as she walked into the living room, approaching the couch where the young human sat waiting for her.

Denise ran into the kitchen and scooped Sans up in a big hug. “See you later, Sans! Love ya!” She kissed his skull with a hint of a blush before rushing back into the living room, preparing to leave with Papyrus.

Papyrus chuckled and grinned. “Farewell, brother! Have a good day doing Sans things! Which means no napping the day away!”

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"I'm ready," Frisk replied, turning off the cartoon she'd been watching and grabbing her backpack.

Surprised, but pleased, Sans hugged Denise back, giving her an affectionate nuzzle. "love ya, sis! and other sis! and bro! heheheh. i'll do my best." He waved them all off, grin slowly fading as the front door finally closed.

"Looks like it's just you and me, now, Sansy."

Sans dragged himself over to the windowsill, leaning against it, looking down. "...you ready for that sunshine? ...i know i could sure use some 'bout now...."

"Golly, you are such a pathetically sad case, aren't you?"

"wonder why that is...." He picked up the jar, walking out and locking up the house, picking a random direction to walk in.

"Honestly, Sansy, I have a hard time understanding how you eat it up from everybody else and then get all dejected with me!"

Sans looked at him with a soft, but non-threatening glare. "i-it's different 'cause you hate me. kinda, y’know, stressful when you say you’ll kill me for messin’ up. you don't care about pap or me at all. did you know i could have died after that stunt you pulled the other night...!?"

"Golly, if you'd just be more compliant with me, you wouldn't have had so much pain. It's your fault if you're still fighting against me."

"i will never be okay with hurting pap! d-do all you want to me, just d-don't ever use me against him again...!"

"That's not for you to decide, is it?"

"hh—!"

"In fact, I think you're stepping a bit out of line, talking to me like that. ...Tell me, Sans, if a bad situation were to occur, and you only had one choice, who would you help, Toriel or Papyrus?"

Sans stopped in his tracks, eyes blacking out at the implication. "hh...! ...you wouldn't do anything to your own mom...!?" he hissed.

"I have no SOUL anymore, remember?"

"...d-don't ... just ... just don't. please...." Don't make me choose between anyone!

"Hehe! If you keep yourself in line, you won't have anything to worry about, Sansy!"

"gh-hnn.... d-do ... do you want me to ... find a...."

"I think I've given you enough to think about for right now, why don't we just have a regular walk for once?"

"...r-really?" Sans was shocked. He was already resigned to a torture session, he hadn't even fathomed that there was a chance there wouldn't be one.

"I think the morning air will do us both some good!"

Sans held the jar close, walking in a sort of aimless daze for a quarter of an hour, mindlessly responding to Flowey's occasional chatter before heading home. He didn't dare question the creature's whims, resolved to be as obedient as he could — at least as far as his own self was concerned.

After he'd returned Flowey to his sill, he fetched his completed paperwork, popping over to the lab to hand it in. A second shortcut to the pet store made his SOUL begin to protest at him. So he leisurely strolled the aisles, picking out different flavors of treats, doubling up on the fishy ones. With an inkling they might be used for other purposes, he carefully chose a few different feather wand toys he thought would catch Angel's eye and a brush that didn't seem like it would be too harsh on her fur. He considered grabbing some catnip mice, but somehow, now that she could talk, it seemed a little ... morally ambiguous to give the young kitten the cat equivalent of drugs. He passed them up, opting for a handful of crinkly balls that shined like foil and made satisfying crunching sounds. The teller reminded him not to leave without litter.

He walked with his bag of purchases to the nearby grocery store, saving his magic for the return home. Double checking the grocery portion of the list — and making sure he picked up an actual fish for Angel in addition to the treats — he went through the checkout, found a spot in the alley to load himself up on the bags, and teleported to the kitchen.

#Undertale #Ticklish Shenanigans #Main Story #Sans #Papyrus #Flowey #Frisk #Toriel #Angel #Denise

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