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Vanessa's Moon Encounter

By: GameQueenAnya / Violet

Summary: She never thought she'd be chasing two grown women through the pizzaplex, but alas, Vanessa should have counted on a bunch of surprises when signing up. Especially since Moon is on the loose and the girls could be in grave danger.

Inspired by my meetings with @trashyswitch! Michael Afton guest appearance! Partial tickle fic: Ler!Moon, Lee!Vanessa. Probably the longest thing I've made since the collab fic. Enjoy! :D

…

Vanessa ran down the hallway of the Pizzaplex.

"Where are you twerps?!"

Violet and Pocket ran down the hall, giggling to themselves. They'd snuck into the Pizzaplex to see the cool stuff after hours. This was not technically allowed, but they'd pretended to have left when they were actually hiding. So they were still seen as guests.

It was strange. What were two grown women doing playing this silly game? Vanessa wondered. Couldn't they have just come back the next day to play with the animatronics? Why did they have to make her life harder?!

Vanessa chased the girls all the way to the Daycare. Why would they go to the Daycare? They didn't even have any kids.

She peered down the slide and groaned. She'd have to do the fun slide.

It was oddly nostalgic as she slid down, and she felt a feeling she didn't feel in a long time. It was fleeting but there was something there. A nice memory of innocence.

Landing in the slew of colourful balls, Vanessa sputtered.

The Daycare Attendant made his entrance and dove into the ballpit. He swam through the balls and picked up Vanessa.

"Oh! It's good to see you again, dear friend! Want to come play?" He said with a light giggle.

"I can't!" Vanessa said. "I'm on duty."

"Haha, you said duty!" Sun giggled. "Hoohoohoo!"

Vanessa deadpanned. "Uh. Y-yeah…"

Sun put her down and scratched his head.

"So what are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?"

"Uh, two someones actually…"

"Great!! Do you think we can all play with googly eyes and glitter glue, and play hide and seek in the ball pit until something comes out and scratches our eyes out?! I mean-!"

Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

Sun clapped his hands and danced in place. "Oh hooray!!"

He led Vanessa through the Daycare area and showed her through the area.

"Here's the fun tubes! They might be in there… Or uh, hm… If they want to see me, they've probably found a way to get up on stage."

Vanessa took a small gander at the area. She could climb through all the tubes, but it would be exhausting. And if it was exhausting for her, surely it would be for the women as well? Especially since one of them was older than her.

She looked up at the stage area. She supposed she'd start there.

"Uh, can you stay here for a second? Just in case the girls are in the tubes and come out."

Sun nodded excitedly. "Oh boy!! Hoohoohoo! I can't wait to meet my new friends!"

…

Vanessa had managed to climb all the way to the stage area and looked through it. It was more messy than she expected. There was no one to be found here, though. Just a couple of dead security bots. She shook her head. Then that meant they were in the tubes!

She looked out over the stage area, but her foot had gotten caught on a "Happy Birthday Pocket!" banner, and she slipped. Now she was dangling over the edge of the stage.

"Ack! Sun!! Hey, Sun! Help me!" She cried.

Sun looked over to her and saw her in trouble. "Oh no! Just a second. I'm coming!!"

He skipped over to her and thought about how to get her down. He couldn't reach her from down here. Maybe he could use a tool and have her grab onto it? He nodded. That's what he'd do!

Meanwhile, Violet and Pocket were watching from the tubes. They giggled to themselves. No way was Sun actually there! They saw Sun talking to Vanessa, and then something happened and Sun was pacing around in circles wondering what to do.

"Uhh, something's wrong." Violet said.

"Yeah," Pocket replied. "I uh, think Vanessa's in trouble."

They felt guilty for what they were putting Vanessa through. Honestly, they'd only wanted to have some last-minute fun in the Pizzaplex after the party was over.

"What should we do?" Violet wondered.

"Let's first see what's going on," Pocket said, and crawled through the tube, wondering about the situation. They crawled until they found a bubble they could effectively use to peek at the situation.

…

Vanessa had wiggled so much, her shirt had come loose from her pants and started to ride up to expose her belly. Usually she'd find this embarrassing but she didn't really care at the moment. Her main worry was with getting down.

Sun was trying to get Vanessa down, but seemed a little naive in his methods. First he used a broom, which he told her to grab and have him pull her down. She objected, saying the force of the pull would make her fall on her face. Sun thought it over and conceded it was a bad idea. So next he grabbed a feather duster because it was softer. He told Vanessa to hold onto it. She shrieked with indignation, and then she shrieked when he tickled her exposed belly with it.

"Sorry!" Sun said, blushing. "Um… The idea worked better in my head…"

She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her stomach. "What's your next idea…?"

Sun paced around the room, trying to think. He could think of nothing, which frustrated him, so he paced more to try and think harder.

That was when there was a sudden power outage, and the pizzeria went dark.

…

"…Naughty, naughty!" Came a devilishly menacing voice.

It was Moon. Whenever it got dark, Sun would retreat, and the Moon side of the Daycare Attendant would come out.

"It's past your bedtime!" He said, looking up into the tunnels. Violet and Pocket felt a chill run through them. Moon giggled again, sneaking off into the darkness.

He found Vanessa, still dangling from the banner on stage.

"My my… What's this…?"

She struggled in the banner some more, but felt trapped. What could Moon do? Maybe it was a better idea to freeze and pretend you're not here.

Moon looked around, his eyes glowing red. He strapped the hook on his back as he floated around the room.

"I think I hear somebody… Are they crawling around in the tubes…? Hoohoohoo…" He listened close, and could hear some faint breathing. "I think I do!! And you know what has to happen!" He swung around and looked for the girls. Looking at the tubes closely, he found them sitting in the bubble, daring not to move. "Found you…!!"

Suddenly a blinding light came from behind them and sent Moon screeching away. Still swinging on his cord, he glided to a safe place.

"W-what was that?" Violet asked. Pocket shrugged.

The girls turned around to see what caused the flash of light that had saved them. Holding a flashlight, it was a man who looked about 40. He had light brown hair, an average height and deep blue eyes. He wore a purple turtleneck and blue jeans with black work shoes.

"Follow me!" He said.

The girls looked back puzzled. Why should they follow this random man? It could be a trap.

He shook his head.

"No time to explain!! The animatronics are vicious tonight!!" He said, glaring at the Moon animatronic. The girls nodded and followed the man. He seemed shaken by something, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

…

Meanwhile, Moon was looking for Vanessa. She was still stuck. He wondered if he could help in some way.

Yes, Moon was programmed to be a menace, but if someone was really in danger, he would have to help.

He found Vanessa with his night vision. Looking her up and down he hummed. Vanessa seemed to not notice him up until now and squealed in surprise.

"M-moon?!"

"Nyehehe! Yes!" He wiggled his fingers. "I'm gonna get you!! Hehe! … But first, I need to get you down."

Vanessa blinked. Then she struggled.

"Careful, there! Uh, you don't want to fall." Moon hesitantly reached out. "Uhm… Can I uh, grab onto your sides?"

She felt her face flush. Surely this animatronic, who had a reputation for scaring kids sleepless wasn't being a gentleman right now?

"Um… g-go right ahead!" She said, trying to sound confident.

Moon held her sides carefully. She squealed.

"H-hehey! Stahahaahaap!" She shook her head. "I'm ticklish!"

Chuckling, Moon tried to find a more comfortable way to hold her. Squeezing her hips also got her laughing.

"Hahaahahahahahahaaaahaaa! Mooohoohoohooon!" She cried, wiggling back and forth. She looked so silly. Moon tsked and shook his head. He tried holding onto her lower ribs, but they were also ticklish. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!! STOHOHOHOP!"

He let go, and then giggled to himself.

"You know… I could make this fun for both of us! If you know what I mean!" Moon chuckled.

Vanessa went silent. She just hung there by her ankle, unsure of anything right now. Picking up on this, Moon tipped his head. He couldn't read her mind, but he could ask questions and try to be nice.

"If you don't want that, of course! I'll get you down." Moon said with an awkward chuckle.

"Uh…" Vanessa didn't know what to think at this point. "You know what? Heh. S-sure. You can tickle me! But don't tell Afton I allowed it!"

Moon chuckled and wiggled his fingers again. "Of course not!"

There was a loud squeal from Vanessa as Moon tickled her sides again, this time with purpose.

"EEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!"

…

Michael heard a distant scream from someone. He stopped to reevaluate the situation.

There were two women with him now. If there was another who needed help, he'd have to go back for her. He was breathing heavily from the running he'd been doing. Ever since that animatronic had come to his office with that strange machine - a time machine? - there had been nothing but trouble. He'd been openly hostile to it, telling it to get out and wondering what it was doing here. It had been before the beginning of Michael's sixth night. Animatronics had taken everything from him, so why should he hold back?

Then he saw the animatronic falter.

It was a tall lanky sun animatronic, humanoid, yet still creepy-looking. Yet when he saw that touch of innocence he felt a hint of pity. Maybe it was wrong of him to lash out. After all, this animatronic hadn't done anything to hurt him.

He'd talked to it more calmly and wondered what it was doing here.

And the animatronic had said he was looking for a friend. It was a fun and happy jester kind of animatronic. His brother and sister would have loved it. The man on the phone would have loved it. Michael wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he decided he may as well help it. Before his nightshift, he'd panicked when he heard the sound of a bell. He'd gone to hide in the time machine, and Sun - the animatronic's name - had gone with him. They were back here in a flash. Michael had looked around the pizzaplex but was still unsure where "here" was.

"So uh… Who was that? The woman who screamed just now?" Michael said. Now standing to face them, it was apparent that there was a gold chain link hanging down from Michael's shirt pocket. He looked rather serious, so now wasn't the time to ask.

"Vanessa… the Security Guard." Pocket said. Violet looked away sheepishly. It was because of her birthday party that Vanessa was probably in trouble right now.

"Yeah… We were being kind of sneaky because we wanted to see the animatronics," Violet explained. "And uh, yeah… Vanessa chased us through the Daycare because she was probably worried about us."

"It's her job," Michael pointed out. Then he gave the woman a second glance. "But yeah, probably that too. Uh, what was your name again?"

"Violet," she said meekly. "And this is my friend Pocket!"

Michael waved at them.

"Violet…" He said, seeming to recall something. Slowly, he reached into his pocket to pull out the object the gold chain link was attached to. "You wouldn't happen to be this Violet, would you…?"

…

Vanessa was wondering if this was really worth it. Nothing had gone right for her and she'd been starting to doubt that being a security guard was a good idea.

That was, until Moon had taken her mind off it.

"HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHA! MOOHOOHOOON! NOT THEREHEHE!!" She cried, wiggling around as he targeted her stomach.

He was using the feather duster Sun had dropped a while back. Swishing it back and forth and around in circles, he was completely wrecking her. The feathers made her entire tummy sensitive, and sometimes a feather would swirl inside her belly button.

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" She shrieked as he spun the duster around.

"Hmm, isn't it strange that the others mostly target your feet?" Moon said thoughtfully. He seemed to be barely paying attention. It was true that sometimes when Vanessa got trapped in some way, the bots would sometimes take her shoes off and tickle her feet. She didn't know why they did that - maybe a glitch in the programming? - but she didn't seem to mind too much. At least it got her mind off her worries. Moon hummed, putting his free hand to his chin. "You're plenty ticklish in other places though!" He snickered. Vanessa's face was flushed and he wasn't sure if she'd heard him. But it was fun to tease her nonetheless. "What's your favourite place to be tickled?"

He gave her a short break to let her catch her breath. She breathed heavily, hanging there limp. Her belly was flushed, almost as pink as her face. She thought she'd dreamed of him asking her something, but then he shook her head as the question settled in.

"I…" She hesitated. If she told him anything she'd be worse off than if she didn't… probably. "I- I- d-don't have a favourite place," she replied between breaths. "Punk."

"Really…?" Moon said with a chuckle. "Hmm…" He looked at her curiously, wondering if she was telling the truth. "Are you sure…? Because I can tell when someone's being a sassy little liar…!" He teased, with his iconic grin. Vanessa squirmed.

"I-I…" She went speechless, uncertain. She let Moon make the first move.

"I've tickled quite a few sassy little liars…!" He chuckled. "Most were kids, some were other security guards~!" He giggled as his head spun around. "All of them were very, very ticklish!"

Vanessa chuckled, both in amusement and in nervousness. Moon continued.

"The spot most of them couldn't stand… it was right here." He said softly, tracing his finger along her spine, sending ticklish shivers all throughout her.

"Heheheheheeheheheee!" She couldn't help laugh. Her spine was one of her worst spots, perhaps even worse than her feet. "Plehehehehehehheease!"

Moon stopped, pulling his finger away.

"Or was it here?"

He traced his finger along the sides and back of her neck, causing her to scrunch up her shoulders.

"Perhaps it was here…?"

Gently, he traced circles in her armpits, causing a squeal.

"Or here…??"

He saw her exposed stomach, and made a 'boop!' sound as he poked her belly button.

"Eeeheeheheeheee!" She shrieked, wiggling in place. The banner holding her ankle looked like it was coming loose. Moon noticed. He supported her shoulderblades with one arm, and prepared to catch her. He wiggled a finger in her belly button. She squealed and wiggled more, feeling her ankle come loose from the banner. She felt her heart catch in her throat, and then she felt Moon catch her, holding her bridal style. She breathed heavily and held on to Moon as they were both swinging in the air. She was safe.

…

Michael held out the object attached to the gold chain. It was a heart shaped locket.

Inside the locket was a photo of a beautiful man with a beautiful woman. They both had golden hair. The man had square glasses and blue eyes. The woman had green eyes. The words "Scott & Violet for ever" were etched on the outside.

Violet held out her hands, unsure.

"W-where did you find this…?"

Sighing, Michael cast his gaze downwards.

"The office…"

He too, seemed sorrowful. The office where he'd worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The one where guards were lucky to survive until their third day. The one where a man who painfully reminded him of family had met his end.

"It was uh… next to the phone." He said. Violet undid the link and put the locket around her neck. Pocket helped her with putting it on. "I'm so sorry…"

She nodded. She was silent. What could she say? Holding the locket, she smiled at the picture inside. Then she closed it and held it close to her heart. After a moment, she spoke.

"T-thank you."

Michael nodded. He let her feel sentimental for a bit. The locket had been a reminder that the guards who get slain here have loved ones too. And maybe, one day, he could have someone who loved him like that too.

There was another scream, and Michael broke out of his thoughts.

"We have to go."

…

They arrived at the scene of Moon holding Vanessa in his arms and swinging around the daycare. He hadn't noticed Michael and the others. Carefully, he swung down and set Vanessa on the ground safely.

"There you go!" He said with a wide grin.

Vanessa smiled back and nodded.

Michael and the others ran over.

"Ma'am! Are you okay?" He checked Vanessa over, wanting to make sure she was alright. Her face was flushed, but aside from that and an untucked uniform, she seemed fine.

"Y-yeah," she said with a slight giggle. Instinctively she held her stomach, and she watched the Moon animatronic float through the air.

"He didn't harm you?"

She shook her head.

Just then, the power came back on in the Daycare. Moon screeched, and turned back into Sun.

"That's strange… I heard he was a threat," Michael said.

"Well, m-maybe when he's not in… that mode." Vanessa said, face flushed.

Michael looked around on the ground and found some candy.

"Huh? What are these?"

The candies said, "Moon drops."

Vanessa interjected.

"They're for kids, to help them sleep."

Michael blinked.

"Okay…" He decided to just accept it. The future was weird enough.

Then he found another bunch of candy scattered about.

"Oh. These ones are sun drops…"

"They help the kids get more energetic."

"I see." Michael said. He should have figured.

On the table was a bunch of different candies. The mascot was something that looked like an amalgamation of Sun and Moon. "Eclipsed."

"W-what are those ones?"

"Oh. T-those are experimental. When kids are feeling too anxious, it helps calm the nerves. However, the side effects can be that it also stops you from being ticklish. Sounds great, right?" She chuckled with a blush. "But it can be bad when the nerve stopping formula goes as far as the kids not reacting to a serious injury."

Michael's thought of a cunning plan. He grabbed a handful of them and stuffed them in his pocket. Then he unwrapped one and ate it. Vanessa recoiled.

"You're serious?!"

Then Michael grinned.

"What? I'll need them for my job."

[The End.]

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Once Upon a Silly Game

⚠️Slight spoilers of Chuckles the Clown and the Witchlight Carnival...but it's mainly just fun.⚠️

Frost, Gricko, Gideon and Kremy are all sitting, chilling out at the Witchlight Carnival. They start up a game of 'Would You Rather' that quickly gets derailed when Chuckles the Clown joins momentarily. Just pure chaos begins to ensue both in-game, and outside the game due to Chuckles/Mikey and Gideon/Mace's childish shenanigans.

More fanfics about a fandom I just started obsessing over...because you can't spell TrashySwitch without Switch... Regardless, I hope you enjoy. This fandom desperately needed some tickle fanfics, and I'm here to provide because I'm internet trash who must indulge in the stupidity.

(Thanks anon for correcting me on Mikey's name spelling!)

Gideon and Kremy had been friends for ages by this point. They’d been through thick and thin, and had seen each other at their worst as well as their best. One of the things that Kremy and Gideon had in common, was their love for each other. Was this love intimate? Was this love platonic? Or was this love something in between? Who knows at this point. All that was known was that Frosty and Gricko had been keeping tallies of their bromantic moments. 

And as of right now, they were up to number 29 in their tally list. 

“Hey Kremy: Dogs? Or cats?” Gideon asked him. 

Kremy raised an eyebrow. “Uhhh…neither. I prefer unicorns.” 

Gideon froze for a moment, and hung his head. “Right…” 

Kremy laughed. “You know this!” 

“I forgot, okay?!” Gideon yelled. 

Kremy’s jaw dropped. “How could you forget that?! I mention it every other sentence!” He reacted. “I even mention it when I introduce myself!” 

Frost smiled a bit. “He really does.” 

“I know that, I just wanted to know which one you’d prefer if we got a pet.” Gideon admitted. 

“Is that a new goal for you or something?” Kremy asked. 

“I mean…It could be.” Gideon replied. 

“Alright. What about you? Do you prefer dogs? Or cats?” Kremy asked him next. 

“I don’t know. I think a dog might be cool. Cause what can cats even do?” Gideon mentioned. 

“*Ahem*?” Frost cleared his throat to make himself clearly known. 

Gideon looked up at Frost, and chuckled awkwardly. “No offense.” 

“All taken.” Frost replied. 

[The group bursted out laughing. “Poor Frost…” Nikkie muttered.] 

“Alright, alright.” Kremy replied, writing it down. “Your turn.” 

Gideon raised an eyebrow. “My turn? For what?” 

“To ask a question.” Kremy replied. 

“Right, okay.” He thought for a moment. “Uhhh…Flowers? Or chocolates?” Gideon asked next. 

Kremy smiled a bit. “Why? You planning a date or something?” He asked, elbowing Gideon. 

“Wha- No! I’m just…curious.” Gideon replied. 

[“Oooooh, are we looking at some future Coalecroux moments?” Nikkie teased.

“What?!” Mace reacted. 

“Is that what the shipname’s called?!” Richie asked. 

“Yup!” Nikkie replied. 

“Oh god…” Mace muttered, covering his face with his hands. 

“Before we continue…Can I bring Chuckles into this?’ Mikey asked Nikkie, the DM. 

Nikkie bursted out laughing and clapped her hands. “Sure! Sure, go ahead!”]

“I just wanted to know!” Gideon tried to argue. 

‘Oh suuuuure~’ He heard from the dreaded clown that haunted his mind, Chuckles.

Gideon groaned. “NoooOO!” He covered his ears. “Shut up, Chuckles!” Gideon yelled. 

Gricko smirked. “I have a feeling he’s saying what we’re all thinking.” He teased. 

[The group all bursted out laughing due to the silly coincidence of both Chuckles and Gricko being voiced by the same dnd player.] 

Gideon facepalmed before turning to Kremy. “J-Just answer the question.” He ordered. 

“Hmmmm…You answer first.” Kremy told Gideon. 

“Wait, what?! Why me?!” Gideon reacted. 

“I wanna hear your response first!” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon frowned slightly. “That’s not how this works, Kremy.” He muttered. 

“Well, screw the rules. You answer first. Flowers? Or chocolates?” Kremy asked him. 

Gideon grumbled a little bit, before sighing. “Well…If you must know…” He cleared his throat. “F-flowers.” 

Kremy widened his eyes. “Really?!” His jaw had dropped almost to the floor. “You’re a flower guy?!” 

Gideon looked down, his face growing more red than his skin. “Y-Yeah…Shutup.” 

Frost looked Gideon up and down, and smiled. “I can see it.” 

Gideon looked at Frost out of the corner of his eye. “...thankyou…” 

Kremy laughed a little bit before tapping his shoulder. “It’s okay. I prefer chocolates, but that’s just me.” 

‘Oooooh, I think someone’s in looooove~’ Chuckles teased. 

Gideon groaned again, and covered his face. 

Chuckles laughed. ‘Next thing you know, you’ll be laying in a hammock in the gazebo under the pretty blue moonlight. You’ll be covering each other with kisses-’ 

[Mikey pretends to ‘make out’ with himself.]

‘Maybe even tickling each other a little bit-’

[Mikey wiggles his fingers playfully.] 

‘-Before falling asleep in each other’s arms till the beautiful sun starts to rise.” Chuckles teased. ‘Sounds like the most perfect little first date, don’t you think?’ Chuckles asked him. 

Gideon was rendered speechless…so speechless, that he didn’t even hear Kremy’s next question. 

Kremy looked at Frost and Gricko. “Uhhh…” He turned to Gideon. “Hello?” Kremy waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Gid?” 

“Is Chuckles talking to you again?” Frost asked him. 

Gideon was staring straight onward, still horrified, and flustered by Chuckle’s idea of a late-night date. It sounded like something out of a cheesy romance book. But Gideon slowly snapped himself out of it. “Uhhhh- Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He replied. 

“What did he say?” Kremy asked. 

Gideon tried to think of a way to condense Chuckle’s words. As much as he hated the cheesy romance idea, something in his description did help Gideon think of an idea…

“He…accused me of being in love…” Gideon admitted. 

Kremy smiled a little bit. “Awww…” 

“Makes sense.” Frost added. 

Gideon raised his index finger. “And…he brought up an idea of what to ask you next.” Gideon admitted. 

“Oh, okay. But first you gotta answer my question.” Kremy mentioned. 

“Right, right. What was it again?” Gideon asked him. 

“I asked if you prefer a bricked house, or a wooden house.” Kremy admitted. 

“Oh. Bricked, actually. If the house were wood, I may accidentally burn it down.” Gideon admitted. 

“Yeah, I agree. Brick looks nicer too. Though I wouldn’t mind some wooden accents on the outer part of the house…” Kremy admitted. 

Frost smiled. “Makes sense. You always had a sense of style.” He mentioned. 

“Indeed I do~” Kremy declared, adjusting his bowtie. 

“It’s a shame all your confidence will be thrown out the window the moment I ask the next question…” Gideon admitted with a laugh. 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Kremy asked him, giving him the side-eye. 

“Oho, you’ll see.” Gideon was smirking somewhat evilly. “Only thing is, this question will break the ‘one over the other’ rule we decided earlier.” Gideon added. 

“Okay…Bring it on.” Kremy replied, picking up his drink. 

“Alright.” Gideon cleared his throat. “Are you ticklish? And if so, what’s your worst spot?” Gideon asked. 

[The group bursted out laughing, with Mace’s laughter audibly towering over everyone else’s. 

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize you’d go for that! I thought you meant the cuddling thing!” Mikey admitted. 

“Yeah? Well maybe I wanna have some fun with this.” Mace told him. 

“Aw, come on!” Richie threw his hands. “At my expense?!” Richie asked. 

“Yeah!” Mace replied rather abruptly. 

Nikkie laughed. “I think you just wanted a reason to tickle Richie.” 

Mace smirked a little and shrugged his shoulders before laughing a little. 

Richie laughed and shook his head. “Kremy chokes on his drink, and lowers his cup. He has no idea how to react.” Richie told them with a laugh. “All he can say is-”] 

“Uhhhhh…” Kremy muttered. 

“Oooh~” Gricko giggled. “This I gotta hear.” He took a swig of his own drink. 

Frost smirked slightly. “It’s a simple question, Kremy.” Frost teased in his usual monotone voice. “It’s a yes or no question.” 

“Well, the first half.” Gricko added. 

“I-I know, I know.” Kremy cleared his throat, putting his drink down. “It just threw me off guard, that’s all.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon’s smile grew. “So?” He laughed a bit. “You gonna answer me? Or are ya gonna plead the fifth?” Gideon asked with a laugh.

Kremy thought for a moment. “Well…” He fiddled with his crocodile fingers. “Y-Yes, I’ll answer you. I am ticklish.” 

Gideon widened his eyes. “Wait, really?!” He reacted. 

‘Oh my! What a craaaaazy turn of events~!’ Chuckles reacted with a laugh. 

“Is that really true?!” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah. Why?” Kremy muttered. 

Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know! Just…I never would’ve expected that.” He admitted. “It’s just…You seem so put-together, that I never imagined you’d have a weakness like that.” Gideon admitted. 

“Hmm…And your worst spot?” Frost asked next, showing a toothy smile. 

Kremy sighed. “Right…” He took off his top hat and scratched the back of his head. “My worst spot is my belly…” He admitted. 

“Oooooh!” Chuckles did what he always did best: He chuckled. ‘Hey Gideon, you should try it out! Just to be absolutely sure.’ Chuckles suggested, elbowing him playfully. 

[Mikey playfully reached his elbow out in an attempt to elbow Mace.] 

Gideon smirked slightly. “Well…” Gideon rolled up his white sleeves. “Chuckles has a point. So you can blame him for this.”

[“I start tickling Kremy, specifically going for his worst spot.” Mace told him, side-eyeing Richie. “And because Richie isn’t the best at laughing on cue,” Mace starts repeatedly squeezing Richie’s belly. “I’m gonna be tickling him myself so it’s more convincing.” Mace told the group, as well as the camera. This made Derek, Mikey, and Nikkie laugh almost excitedly as Richie’s noticeably quiet, yet wheezy laughter filled the room.] 

Kremy jumped and cackled. “aaAHAHAHA! GIHIHID YOU AHAHAHASS!” Kremy yelled at him. 

“Damn! Such language, for someone so ticklish.” Gideon teased, before looking at Frost and Gricko as he pointed to Kremy. “Can you believe this guy?!” 

Frost chuckled. “I mean, I don’t blame him.” 

“But he should’ve seen it coming!” Gideon mentioned. 

“Well yeah, but I’m sure anyone would’ve reacted the same way.” Frost admitted. “I mean, I wouldn’t have, but I’m sure there’s many others who-”

[“aAASHIT!” Derek suddenly straightened his back and attempted to slap the hand. 

Mikey giggled almost manically while everyone else laughed at the hilarious moment. Nikkie covered up her face with her blanket, while Mace stopped tickling Richie the moment he saw Derek’s reaction.

“Oh my god…” Derek muttered breathlessly, holding his own chest. “Mikey!” He reacted, pushing Mikey’s shoulder away. 

“Whaaaat?” Mikey reacted, taking the push like it was nothing while pretending he was completely innocent. 

“Now THAT…was awesome.” Mace reacted. 

Derek took in a couple more breaths. “Is that part of the story now?” Derek asked. 

Nikkie laughed a bit. “I’d say so. Let’s say it is.” She replied. 

Derek sighs. “Alright. Frost lets out a cat-like yelp as his fur fluffs up. He’s caught completely off guard by the…squeeze, I guess…and doesn’t even realize he had contradicted himself yet.” He explained.] 

“Gricko!” Frost yelled. 

“Sorry Frost. I just couldn’t resist!” Gricko admitted. 

Gideon was smiling somewhat widely. He had stopped tickling Kremy, and was staring at Frost. “Wait…Frost’s ticklish too!?” Gideon asked. 

“Oh, Frost?! No no no, he’s more than just ‘ticklish’.” Gricko reacted. 

“Gricko, don’t you dare!” Frost warned him in a slightly louder version of his monotone voice. 

“He is?! How have I never known this?!” Gideon asked. 

“That’s a mystery in and of itself!” Gricko reacted. 

Frost looked almost panicked. “Gricko-!” 

“Cause every little touch in the typical spots, makes Frost fall over and cackle like an idiot.” Gricko told them. 

Gideon smirked. “Oh, please tell.” He encouraged. 

“Okay!” Gricko crawled himself up to Frost’s feet. 

And just as Frost feared, everyone’s attention was on him the moment he felt scratches against his lower paws. “aAAHahAHA!” Frost instinctively kicked his foot. 

“See? Just the smallest touch will drive him absolutely wild!” Gricko traced a single finger around the tabaxi’s paw pad. Only this one little trace was enough to make Frost throw his head back with a surprised cackle. 

[Knowing that feet was not a good idea to show on stream, Mikey had squeezed a few of Derek’s ribs, making Derek show off almost the exact same reaction.] 

Gideon and Kremy both widened their eyes in shock. “Damn dude!” Gideon reacted. 

“Holy shit!” Kremy laughed a little bit, and covered his mouth. “I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be worse than Gideon!” Kremy reacted. 

Gideon turned to Kremy with a look of betrayal. “What?! Hey!” 

“Oh yeah?” Gricko asked, before fluttering his green fingers against the small bit of fur against the toe pads. 

Frost wheezed. “GAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIT!” He covered his mouth and let out a desperate, slightly muffled “GRICKO!” through his paws. Not only that, but Frost also had to physically stop himself from kicking his little friend for fear of hurting him. 

[Derek reacted relatively the same way, only he was curling in on himself and trying to prevent himself from falling out of his chair.] 

“Yeah! Gid’s got a few sensitive spots, but it’s not quite as bad as Frost.” Kremy mentioned. 

“What’s your problem, man?!” Gideon argued. “I’m literally right here!” 

Kremy smirked slightly and scratched his little gator fingers against his neck. “I know. And it’s a good thing you are…cause this fact just wouldn’t be complete without proof.” Kremy teased. 

[Mace let out a jumpy yelp as he quickly tried to cover up his own neck. “Duhude!” He reacted. 

Richie looked at the others as he tried to tickle him. “Hold still, Mace! I’m trying to get you back.” Richie ordered. 

Mikey laughed as he paused his own ticklish onslaught. “I mean, you kinda brought this upon yourself. You started the whole thing.” He reminded him. 

“Ihihi’m gonna kihill yohohou.” Mace tried to fight Richie and tickle him back. Unsurprisingly, Mace would go for his stomach, which made Richie abandon ship almost immediately.

Meanwhile, Derek started trying to tickle Mikey back. But when it didn’t work, Derek quickly remembered something: Mikey wasn’t ticklish! Or at least, not in the typical spots Derek was trying to go for. And with that rediscovered, Mikey pulled Derek’s arm out, and attacked his ribs all over again, leaving Derek in almost hysterics. 

Nikkie shook her head with a sigh. “You know what?” Nikkie looked at the camera with an amused, yet slightly annoyed look on her face. “I think a break is in order.” She told the audience. 

And so a short break was put into effect. The boys were able to get all their giggles out, and Nikkie was able to steer the story back into the right direction.]

[kanene-yaaay]

The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

[littleesistler]

💗🌷🌼 ✨This is the you are amazing award. Send it to ten bloggers you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness! ✨ 🌼🌷💗

Aww that’s so cute, well here we go this is my list and nog I’ll get to coping n pasting

Some acquaintances

@kikibumblesqueaks

@magicaltickles

@feather-tcklish

@ticklesobsessor

@thetickleanomaly

Senpai notice me

@trashyswitch

@emmadoodlewrites

@fluffallamaful

@covenofwives

@wishitweresummer

[1-upboys]

Thank you so much... 🥲

The amount of hate messages I'm risking everytime I update the "Parrotfish" comic is huge.

The amount of hopes of the haters that I will stop doing what I love doing is also huge.

My will to continue as well as finish this comic project, no matter what, is the hugest. So there's no way you can stop me, just saying.

I keep on doing what I love to do. If people enjoy the things I do, it's a very very nice and huge bonus added to the happiness that drawing brings me! If you guys don't like it, well, joke's on you. I. don't. care.

So a huge thank you goes out to the people who support me and my stuff!

Thank you.

[anxious-lee-ler]

A little bit of a self indulgence because... Yeah... Sun is me in this situation-

Human!au

Sun snacking when he's bored and soon starts to notice that he's growing a bit of chub. He knows that it's completely fine and normal, but he can't help but feel self conscious. Eclipse takes notice, and he can't have his Sunny feeling down in the dumps. So he scoops up his sunshine and tells him that everything is okay and goes "tell you what. How about I give you some tummy kisses, hmm?" Sun squeaks, face suddenly all pink at the thought of Eclipse's soft lips on his ticklish tummy. He doesn't say no, and even lifts his crop top up a little bit more. Eclipse hums with a soft smile and starts planting gentle kisses on Sun's tummy, making him squeal, giggly, and blushy.

...@trashyswitch asdfghjkl

[foxboidrew]

I got bored at work, so have some lovely people to talk to!

First we have Jota! (@the-arcade-doctor) His plague doctor is an interesting fellow!

Then we have Meg! (@ayyy-imma-ninja) She's got amazing drawings that are just so flipping cute!

And then my lovely girlfriend, Pocket! (@trashyswitch) She's a great writer/story teller!

[t0t4lly-n0t-z4hw4]

Hello everyone! Just a quick headsup (Incase u're new, HERE'S my Pinned intro <3):

I will be deleting ALL of my Tumblr accs and and blogs in a few days.

No, I'm not gonna leave forever, I just wanted to start my blog over again.

I haven't planned a name for my new blog yet, but I'm planning the name to be aishi-sweetie (yea yea, the u/n's kinda sounds like a pick me, but I might change my mind later dw :>)

I haven't planned when will I delete and make a whole new acc, but I'll let y'all know once I did :>

@yallmakemyassitch @artismeyou-45 @saltz88 @okaminokiba315 @simyona @totallynotafab @trashyswitch @icxhigaee @ashwasfound @aurtisticbee05 @cc-creator @evander2511 @afikaandthefandoms09 @nico-ticklegoddess12 @artist-anon08 @jungkook124 @zaphowlsticklestorys @waltdiegi-theartist

[ticklebillcipherrn]

A Commanders' Weakness

Wow! My first fic! I'm sorry @trashyswitch , I'm obsessed with Lee!Commander right now. I can't believe there's no art or something!

Summery: Commander got captured by the Tankmen. One thing he knows, that he is going to have a really bad time. One thing he doesn't know, however, is how they even found out his secret.

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How did this happen? He felt like he got dragged out of bed...but he didn't remember what happened that night. All he really knew right now, was that he was tied to a very odd chair. Instead of the usual metal chains bound to the armrests, they were bounding his arms to the side of him, raising a little above his head. Not only that, but his chair went a little down, like a dentist chair or something. Commander never knew why, but every time he got captured, he got extremely anxious. Maybe he was scared of what was to come? Nah, he took it like a man. Right then, a door opened, and tankmen came spilling out, Captain at the front.

" Well well well, look who's here " The Captain smirked, staring at the helpless Commander.

“ Let me go ya crazy bastards! “ Commander demanded. Why did he say that? These are the Tankmen for fucks sake! His eyes glared, but the Captain detected a sign of fear in them.

" Scared, are we? And you just called me a bastard! The disrespect! " The Captains' smile only grew bigger. This is where the plan started- he was going to torture this guy. " Lets get started, shall we? "

" Start what- " Oh if he had started at any other spot. His arms, his hands, his belly, any other spot then the underarms, then he wouldn't have broke so easily. But he did, now he was squirming like crazy in the chair, snorting, blushing, and in front of the other tankmen too! This was truly the most embarrassing moment of his life.

" NOHOHOHOHOH S-STOP snort PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAH!! " This really had only started, and it would get worse from here...

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Wow! I feel like I did good? Sorry this is so short! I'm pretty braindead right now- I was thinking about making this for a few days, and I couldn't think of an ending 😅 Hope you enjoyed! Bye my little fox cubs! 💖

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 19: The Inspiring Tumblr Post

Mario comes up with a fun little surprise for Luigi. And Luigi couldn't be more happier.

Here is the post I was referring to.

A day had gone past. It was currently Tuesday at 12pm. Meaning, it was their break time. After eating, Mario had taken out his phone and done some research on this ‘TrashySwitch’ person. He found her profile quite quickly, and decided to check her most recent posts. Despite not being on Tumblr, Mario found it quite easy to run the safari version of the site. He scrolled down a bit and found an interesting little public conversation between this ‘Pocket’ person and Luigi. And…It sounded like the nickname ‘gremlin’ only began to scratch the surface with how mischievous she was. And…Luigi seemed to play along. 

Mario scrolled down and found a little fanart comic that seemed to be reblogged by Pocket, from a person known as ‘anxious-lee-ler’ on Tumblr. Curious, Mario clicked the Tumblr profile. It brought him to a new Tumblr page that said “Sup Fuckers” above the main profile name: @anxious-lee-ler. 

Mario chuckled as he looked up at Luigi. “Who’s A?” Mario asked. 

Luigi tilted his head. “A?” Luigi thought for a moment. “Oh, you mean on Tumblr.” he muttered, nodding as he swallowed. “He’s a friend of Pocket’s. We chat a bit online.” Luigi explained. 

Mario chuckled. “What does the A stand for?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “I tried asking him. He insisted it’s just…A.” Luigi replied. 

Mario giggled. “A for Ass?” Mario asked. 

Luigi narrowed his eyes. “Be careful what you’re saying about my friends. He’s scary when he’s in a ler mood.” Luigi let him know. Mario looked at Luigi. “So are you, apparently.” he replied. 

Luigi smirked and nodded. “You bet.” 

Mario smirked as he scrolled down A’s blog, before coming across a certain post he saw earlier. “Well…things may just change…” Mario teased his brother. 

Luigi looked at Mario with narrowed eyes, before cautiously putting the last bite of his food into his mouth. “What are you planning?” Luigi asked. 

Mario smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry. It’s not happening until we get home from Papa’s.” Mario told him. 

Luigi slowly nodded his head before looking back at his phone. He started reading something on his phone, and smiling. 

Mario looked up and smirked. “What?” he asked. 

Luigi giggled. “Pocket’s being mean…” Luigi told him. 

Mario chuckled. “Is that long conversation still going on?” Mario asked, pointing to the specific post. 

Luigi nodded his head. “I’m about to reblog it with a new reply.” he told him, showing him the phone. 

Mario rolled his eyes at the new reply. “You be careful…she may end up finding out about your belly button.” Mario warned. 

Luigi nodded with slight embarrassment as he sent the reply before putting his phone back down. 

Several hours later: 

After hours of work and another few hours at their parents’ house, Mario and Luigi finally walked into the house and closed the door. Luigi placed his hat on the hook and took off his shoes. While Luigi was unloading their lunch bags, Mario got into his PJ’s and turned on the living room light. Grabbing the mirror from their bedroom, Mario placed it down on the floor against the bedroom wall. Mario smirked as he adjusted it, before walking to the kitchen. “Luigi, come here.” Mario told him. 

“Hold on.” Luigi said, attempting to wipe the coffee stains out of their mugs from this morning. 

Mario suddenly appeared beside his brother, and gently removed the mug from his hand. “Nope. Leave it alone.” Mario said, placing it into the sink and placing his hand on Luigi’s shoulder. “Come with me.” Mario told him. 

Luigi tilted his head, looking at Mario. “What are you doing? Where are we going?” Luigi asked. 

“Well…” Mario pulled out his own phone and scrolled to a certain comic strip that both A and Pocket had reblogged earlier. “Did you see this comic show up on A’s profile?” Mario asked, handing Luigi the phone. 

“Uh…” Luigi read through the comic and began to blush. 

[“Moooony~ Look at your adorable face!”

“N-Nohoho! I dohon’t wanahaha.”] 

Luigi struggled to hide his embarrassment. It was such an embarrassing idea. But at the same time…he would KILL to be Moon right now…sitting in front of a mirror, watching himself blushing and laughing while someone tickled him till he was giggly and breathless. It sounded like a joyride…a joyride he would hop onto time and time again, if he could. 

“Ihihi…” Luigi managed to finally get out as he read the comic. 

[SUNNYYY! 

My my, someone likes that idea~] 

Luigi whined and closed up the phone, covering his face with pure embarrassment. 

Meanwhile, Mario kept leading Luigi up the stairs to their bedroom. “Are you in a lee mood now?” Mario asked. 

Luigi whimpered and nodded. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi ahahaham…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Good.” Mario replied, tapping his shoulder before closing the bedroom door. “Alright.” Mario looked at the set up one more time, noting the claws on the bed before walking in front. “Ready?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Ihi think so.” 

Mario smiled. “Open your eyes.” Mario said. 

Luigi uncovered his eyes and looked around the room. “Wha-” Luigi widened his eyes when he saw the mirror on the ground. “Why is-” Luigi started, before widening his eyes and slowly gasping. 

OH…OOOOOH MY GOD!!! DID HE SERIOUSLY- 

Luigi shrieked and covered his mouth, blushing and giggling helplessly. “Yohohou dihidn’t…” Luigi mumbled in a high-pitched voice against his hand. 

“I did.” Mario replied rather proudly. 

This has to be a dream…This CAN’T be real! IT CAN’T!! 

“Thehehere’s noho wahahahay!” Luigi added, uncovering his mouth and pointing to the mirror. 

Mario giggled. “I did! It’s all here.” Mario told him. 

Luigi pinched himself to just double-check. And…nothing happened! He was still here! THIS ISN’T A DREAM! THIS IS 100% REAL!!

Luigi squealed and picked up Mario, spinning him around and hugging him tightly. “THANK YOUUU!” Luigi shouted, laughing with pure joy. 

Mario giggled and hugged his brother back. “You’re…welcome? All I did was move a mirror.” Mario told him. 

Luigi opened his eyes and gasped when he saw the bed. “You have the claws laid out too?!” Luigi reacted, putting Mario down. 

“Yeah! I didn’t know if you wanted just fingers, or if you wanted to level up to claws as well.” Mario admitted. “Coming up with a surprise like this, can be a full guessing game.” Mario added.

Luigi nodded. “I’m good with a mix of both.” Luigi replied. “I don’t care, as long as I get to be tickled.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “Well…You’ve waited a year and a half for something like this.” Mario added. 

Luigi looked down, smiling and blushing. “Yeah…I really have…” he admitted. 

“Alright. Now go change into your pj pants.” Mario said with a laugh. 

While Luigi pulled his pj pants out from behind his pillow, Mario grabbed the claws. “So…you have 2…” Mario twirled his own mustache, before pausing as he felt his own mustache. Hmmm… “-No, 3 choices.” Mario fixed his words and held up the items. “Claws, fingers, or raspberries.” Mario told him. 

Luigi widened his eyes as he turned to look at Mario. “Raspberries?” Luigi asked. 

Mario smirked and twisted his own mustache. “Yup.” 

Luigi chuckled and looked down as he walked up and sat down in front of the mirror. “Ohohokahahay. Ihihi…I’ll start with claws.” Luigi replied.��

“Okay!” Mario replied, sitting down on a stool behind Luigi. “You ready?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip and looked up at the mirror. And the first thing he could see in the mirror was his bright red face. “Ohoho gohosh…” Luigi whined, covering his mouth. 

Seeing his own red face only flustered him more. It began a vicious cycle of being further flustered every single time he looked at his own already red face. This was going to be so much harder than he thought…

“Awww, look at you.” Mario teased, pointing to the mirror with his left hand. “Look at how cute you are!” Mario reacted, gently punching his shoulder before continuing to put the claws on. 

Luigi whimpered. “Ihihi’m nohot cute.” Luigi tried to tell him. 

“Oho really?” Mario teased, putting on the pinky ring claw before gently dragging the claws down his neck. “I can think of 3 reasons why that is not true.” Mario told him. 

Luigi gasped and tittered very slightly as he felt the claws drag up and down the side of his neck very slowly. Ohohoho nooohohohooo…Eeeeheheeevil… Ruuude! So ruuude! How is it that the lighter, teasy tickles are more unbearable than the strong tickles?! 

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koooo~” Mario teased, moving the fingers to the back of his neck. 

Luigi squeaked and instinctively threw his head back, trying to cover up his neck as best he could. 

“Nope.” Mario gently raised Luigi’s head back up and held it up, while he skittered his clawed fingers all over either side of Luigi’s spine. 

The teasing was enough to make him giggle in little spurts. But the tickly scratches mixed with the inability to cover up his spine, made things so much worse…or better? It’s hard to tell. Luigi tittered and covered his mouth with his fist, struggling to take such unusually soft, unbearably sensitive touches. 

Mario smirked and scratched the left side of the spine…before scratching the right side of his spine…then the left, then the right. 

Luigi snorted and squeezed his fist tightly. “Ohoho nohoho- Thihis is sohohoho ehehevil!” Luigi reacted. 

“Is it too evil?” Mario asked. 

“Noho, no. Ihihit’s nohohot.” Luigi replied. “Ihihi cahan hahandle it.” Luigi replied. 

Mario smiled and brought his claws up the side of his neck all the way up to his right ear. “Now you mentioned you really liked ear tickles…” Mario said, fluttering his fingers on the folds and crevices of Luigi’s outer ear. 

Luigi snorted and let out higher-pitched giggles in response. “EEeheeheeheee! Hahahaha- Yahahahaayy!” Luigi reacted. 

Mario giggled. “You don’t have to act like an excited child to make sure I know you’re having fun.” Mario told him. “You can act normal.” Mario reminded him. 

“Buhuhut Ihihi wahahannaaa!” Luigi admitted.

Mario chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” he replied. “Do what you wanna do.” 

Luigi looked up at the mirror again, and covered his mouth with embarrassment. Good lord, his cheeks were like LED lights with how bright and visible they were. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t be covering up your mouth.” Mario warned. “Don’t deny yourself the chance to see how adorable you are.” Mario let him know. 

Luigi whined and looked down. “Buhuhut…” 

Mario shook his head. “When you deny yourself the chance to see your cuteness, then you deny ME the chance to see it too.” Mario told him. “Ihihi’m NOHOT CUTE!” Luigi argued. 

Mario smirked and started scratching the claws right behind his brother’s sensitive ear. “There’s consequences for lying.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squealed and curled his neck towards the fingers, snorting and cackling as Mario scratched almost mercilessly on the back of his ear. “NAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* MAHAHARIO NOHOHOHAHAHA!” Luigi laughed. 

Mario giggled. “But…I have a small feeling you already knew that going in.” Mario said. “I didn’t even have to tell you anything!” Mario added. 

“STIHIHILL NOHOHOT CUHUHUHUTE!” Luigi argued further. 

Mario raised his eyebrows, dropping his jaw. “Oho, you’re just asking for it now.” Mario wrapped both his hands around Luigi’s middle and lifted up Luigi’s green shirt. 

“Ohoho NOHO! WAIT!” Luigi yelled. 

Mario gave Luigi the biggest shit-eating grin he could. “Any last words?” Mario asked. “Depending on those words, I may go easy on you…or hard on you.” Mario reminded him. 

Luigi bit his lip as he looked at the hand placement. Mario’s hands could go anywhere. The sides, the ribs, the belly, the hips, the armpits, he was completely vulnerable. All of them had different ticklish sensitivities…and depending on what his last words are, Mario will choose a specific spot to target. 

But unfortunately for Mario, Luigi was in an evil little lee mood…a mischievous lee mood…He was like a toddler that dared to test the rules and boundaries…to see what his ler is made of. Luigi finally smirked as his last words formed in his brain and left his mouth. “You will never prove that I’m cute. Ever.” Luigi shot back. 

Right away, Mario started spidering his fingers all over Luigi’s vulnerable belly. “I wondered if you were gonna say that.” Mario declared. 

Luigi bursted out laughing and giggling pretty much right away. He threw his head back and laughed his heart out, letting himself lose control of his own laughter. He tried not to wiggle around too much, for fear of hurting Mario or making Mario stop his tickle attack. But some wiggling of the feet and waving of the hands was allowed. He knew that well. 

“So tell me: Are you adorable?” Mario asked. 

“NOHOHO! IHIHI’M NOHOHOHOT!” Luigi yelled back. 

“Are you suuuure~?” Mario clarified, moving his fingers closer and closer to his belly button while giving his brother one last chance to change his mind. 

But Luigi was not having it. He wanted Mario to WRECK him. Completely DESTROY him. Rip him to bits! So he stood his ground! “YEHEHEHEESSS! OHONE HUNDREHEHED PERCEHEHEHENT!” Luigi shot back. 

Mario laughed. “Ahare you just trying to piss me off so I tickle you more?!” Mario asked, looking at Luigi through the mirror. 

Luigi looked at Mario back through the mirror with a mostly genuine, but slightly evil smile on his face. “HEHECK YEHEHES!” Luigi replied. 

Mario smirked and stopped his fingers. “Alright.” He moved his hands away from Luigi. “But you have to admit something.” Mario told him. 

Luigi’s laughter lessened dramatically as he leaned against his brother with some exhaustion. But it didn’t take long for Luigi to groan and whine when he processed what his brother had said: Mario seriously wanted him to confess something? What could Mario possibly want him to confess? 

Mario pointed to the mirror. “I want you to tell that man in the mirror…” he poked Luigi’s shoulder. “That he’s adorable.” Mario told him. 

Luigi widened his eyes. Are you kidding me?! He- He seriously has to…

Luigi groaned and pouted. “Noooo. Not happening. I’m not cute. And no amount of bribery will make me admit that.” Luigi told him. 

Mario raised an eyebrow and let go of Luigi. “Fine. The tickle session is over then.” Mario decided. 

Luigi widened his eyes and paused. Wait, WHAT?! THAT’S IT?! “I-” 

Mario stood up and removed the claws from his hands. “You don’t want to give yourself a confidence boost? Fine.” Mario replied. “Then you’re not gonna get all the tickles you wanted.” Mario replied, poking his shoulder. 

Luigi blinked as he dropped his jaw, both offended by Mario’s actions…and also impressed. He had to admit…That’s a difficult bribe to throw on him. “......Are you mad?” Luigi asked. 

Mario looked at Luigi with surprise. “What?” He shook his head. “No! Gosh no.” Mario replied. “But you were looking for a challenge, and I gave you one.” Mario told him. 

Luigi looked at Mario, before looking down while lost in thought. 

“You have a choice to make.” Mario told him. “You can either sacrifice your dignity so you can have a long, heavy tickle session with me in front of the mirror…” Mario smirked and crossed his arms. “Or you can choose to save your dignity…But you get nothing else from me.” Mario explained. 

Luigi thought for a few moments. Wow…He had to give his brother credit where it’s due…What a difficult trade-off. 

“It’s your choice, Lu.” Mario replied. “And I’ll accept whatever answer you decide.” 

Luigi thought for a bit longer. He was weighing his choices. Being tickled sounded amazing right about now…but he would have to admit he’s cute…and Mario could easily use that against him in the future. If he doesn’t give in, then he goes another day without Mario teasing him for being the baby out of the two of them…But…then he doesn’t get the tickles he so desperately craves. 

Luigi took a bit of time to think about how much has changed since Mario found out the truth about the stories he reads. How embarrassing it was…and yet, how supportive and considerate Mario was. It was a huge step up from when they were both little. Mario could’ve easily teased the heck out of him in front of some of the customers. He also could’ve made fun of the community and poked fun at how childish they were. There were so many things he could’ve done, and continued to do…but…he only did it once before dropping it. 

He thought about Mario’s words to him that Saturday… Specifically the words Mario said as he hugged him: 

“If it’s hugs, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection that you desperately need…Then please let me know.”

Luigi also recalled their conversation...How Mario agreed with him on multiple parts, like how Mario struggled to understand Luigi’s love for physical affection. But…how he was still willing to try and understand…and also accommodate that. But not for free, of course. There had to be one or two little things to trade back. Like his embarrassment and his habits. Try to break those habits you’ve developed as a lee, and I may tickle you as much as you desire. That was how it worked with them. And…it actually bettered their relationship. 

And then…Luigi began to remember how embarrassing it was to fully explain things and give the tickle world life within Mario’s eyes…but he also noticed something he hadn’t felt before: Freedom…freedom to talk about the subject of tickling, freedom to talk about his friends, freedom to admit his deepest secrets…all of it. It felt like several bricks had been lifted off his shoulders. And…it’s been amazing ever since. Mario supported him in this love for tickling…and he even offered to help him whenever he could. Peach was understanding and gentle with him when he felt embarrassed about his touch-starvation. And Mamma…She was playful and observant when she found out about it too. How she didn’t ridicule him for ‘being too old to need affection’. She just…loved him for who he was. And…he was appreciative. 

Luigi finally let out a breath and looked at Mario. “I…” Luigi cleared his throat. “Y-You’re right.” he said. 

Mario tilted his head, listening. 

“I am…quite cute.” Luigi admitted, a small blush showing up on his face. 

Mario smiled brightly and pulled his brother into a big hug. “Never have truer words been spoken.” Mario said. 

Luigi tittered and poked him in the side. “Now YOU’RE starting to sound like her!” Luigi reacted. 

Mario gently pushed Luigi to the ground, and lifted up his brother’s shirt before twirling his bare finger in Luigi’s belly button. “Shut up and laugh, nerd.” Mario teased. 

Luigi arched his back and guffawed super loudly, before wheezing and letting out manic cackles and long fits of laughter. “BAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA MAHAHARIOHOHOHOOOOO!” Luigi screamed. 

“Whaaaat? I’m right here.” Mario told him with a giggle. 

“IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAD!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Well duh! Isn’t that what you wanted?!” he asked, smirking before blowing a raspberry right onto the poor man’s belly. 

Luigi screeched and went completely silent after that. And though Mario stopped temporarily, Luigi would keep on insisting he’s fine and wants to be tickled again. So…a long cycle of strong tickles and breaks began to fill the evening. 

[anxious-lee-ler]

So me and one of my partners are autistic and have bad social cues, so trying to tease and provoke to get tickles doesn't actually work. So I have to ask, but I'm a lee, so this doesn't exactly work. So I've been making a series of reaction images to send to my lovelies (partner and @trashyswitch) to tell what type of lee mood I'm in

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 16: Lee-uigi And The Tickle Tools

Luigi is just trying to get through a morning (and a day) without a lee mood plaguing him. But Mario is unintentionally making it SUPER difficult! And it doesn't help that Mario has an electric toothbrush...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user who used a <3 in their name! So I'll just call them <3 anon. I hope you enjoy!

Monday Morning: 

Luigi woke up to Mario’s alarm clock going off. He groaned and covered his face with the blanket, refusing to get up. He was too tired to get up…he didn’t want to get up. Screw work. He wanted to sleep the morning away. But…He knew he had to get up at some point. Otherwise Mario’s gonna get angry with him. 

Luigi finally pushed the blanket off himself and grabbed his phone off the nightstand table. As he made a pot of coffee, Luigi opened up his phone and looked at the notifications. But a couple notifications down, something specific caught his eye:

[1:53am] 

[trashyswitch answered your ask “I HATE being In a lee mood. I wanna be wrecked SO BADLY! PLEASE…”]

Luigi widened his eyes as he stared at the notification. She did not…SHE DID NOT…

Without thinking, Luigi clicked the notification, and opened his phone. CRAP! CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE! He closed his phone and attempted to hide the growing blush on his face before Mario noticed. Great…He knew this was going to be the only thing on his mind for the next hour, maybe even the rest of the day. And he could already feel the lee mood turning on like a simple light switch…

“Luigi?” Mario said to him, holding out a cup of coffee. 

Luigi smiled and took the coffee. “Thank you.” Luigi replied. 

“You okay? You’re a little red.” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head and sipped some coffee. “I’m fine.” Luigi told him with an attempted smile as he sat on the bed. ‘I’m not fine…I’m super flustered…HELP…’ Luigi thought to himself. 

Mario smirked. “Okay…” Mario sat down beside him on the bed. “What is it?” He asked. 

Luigi could feel the blush filling his cheeks all over again. Damn…he felt like he was doing so good hiding it too…why did Mario have to mention something?! Luigi finally sighed. “A…couple days ago, I sent my favorite author an anonymous message online. And…” Luigi opened his phone and opened the post before giving Mario the phone. 

Mario read the post bit by bit, reading Luigi’s message before reading this person’s response. Mario looked at Luigi, before looking at the sign off emoji. 

“Hat anon? That’s what you named yourself?” Mario asked, pointing to the blue ball cap emoji that was on the bottom of the message. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face for a moment. “I was in a hurry when I wrote it...” Luigi admitted. “And my hat was the first thing I saw.” 

Mario chuckled. “So…you were in such a bad lee mood…that you messaged a complete stranger about said lee mood…before telling me, your twin brother about it?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Well…sometimes telling strangers who understand, is much less scary than telling someone you’ve known your whole life.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope…not for me. With other people, it’s a lot harder to predict their responses.” Mario told him. 

Luigi hugged one of his knees to his chest. “It’s different if you know they’re part of the community…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario softened his expression. “And…I’m guessing this was before I found out about it?” Mario clarified next. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah…” 

Mario nodded his head and got up. “Well…looks like you kinda got what you were looking for. Some understanding, and a little tease.” Mario told him with a small smile, handing Luigi his phone back. 

Luigi tilted his head as he took the phone, before looking at the phone for Pocket’s response. 

[Awwww! Hi 🧢 Anon!! Wonderful to meet you! And goodness…this looks like a really bad lee mood…You need a little help with that? 😉 I don’t know when I’ll respond next, but I’ll try to help as best I can. 💜

~Pocket]

Luigi could feel the stupid blush getting darker and darker. Oh gosh…She wanted to help him?! 

Luigi shook his head and quickly closed his phone. He got off the bed and started to get himself ready for work. He made and ate a quick breakfast, gelled up his hair, shaved and pulled out his toothbrush. But at the same time, Mario walked in and grabbed his own toothbrush and toothpaste from the closet. 

Luigi paused his brushing as he stared at Mario and watched him load his toothbrush with toothpaste and turn it on. The dreaded vibration sounds filled his ears as he widened his eyes in horror. Luigi quickly went back to brushing as he tried not to lose his mind as he accidentally started imagining the toothbrush against his navel. NO, NOO, NOOOO. BAD TIMING, FINISH UP AND LEEEAVE! 

“Luigi?” Mario called, his toothbrush out of his mouth and staring at Luigi with worry. “Hello?” 

Luigi backed himself up rapidly in an attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. But he accidentally backed himself into the closed door. “OW-” Luigi opened the door and sprinted out, not even taking the time to close it while he went to the kitchen sink to finish brushing his teeth. 

Mario stared at the door with worry…and confusion. 

What……just happened? 

Mario finished up with his teeth, cleaned up his toothbrush and left the room with his toothbrush in hand. Luigi had always had a strange thing about toothbrushes, and he was now determined to find out why. “Luigi?” Mario asked, walking to the kitchen. 

Luigi was just finishing up cleaning the sink, before turning around. “Yea-” Luigi widened his eyes and froze when he saw Mario holding his toothbrush. 

Mario narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked at his own toothbrush, before looking back at Luigi as he turned the toothbrush on.

Luigi’s reaction was immediate. His face lit up in a dark red color as he whimpered and covered his mouth. “Whatareyoudoing?” Luigi attempted to ask. 

Mario turned off the toothbrush. He noted the similarities between Luigi’s reaction to his wiggling fingers from Friday night, and Luigi’s current reaction to the toothbrush. “You…are in a lee mood…” Mario said, turning the toothbrush on again and walking slightly closer. “From this…” Mario added, raising the toothbrush higher. 

Luigi whined and held out his hands in defense. “M-Mario DON’T!” Luigi begged. “You-YOUDON’TKNOW-” Luigi could feel his knees getting weaker and weaker the closer Mario got to him. 

“Know…what?” Mario asked, walking closer to Luigi. 

Luigi shook his head and backed up more. “What…toothbrushes are capable of doing to a lee…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked at the electric toothbrush. Then, he widened his eyes and smiled brightly. Something had finally clicked in his brain. “Wait, is the toothbrush used as a tool…the same way a feather is used?” Mario asked him. Quickly, he turned off the toothbrush and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario opened Google and put the words ‘Tickle Tools’ into his search bar before clicking the enter button. A couple seconds later, pictures of different things began to show up in Google images. 

Mario chose a specific picture and looked at them. “Hmmm…” Mario chuckled. “Feather dusters.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and shook his head. “NOOOoo!” Luigi whined. 

“Makeup brushes.” Mario added. 

Luigi whimpered and covered his face, starting to curl up his body. He was imagining those stupid makeup brushes against his ears. “Noooohohohoooo.” Luigi whined, growing more and more red by the second. 

Mario clicked onto another picture. “Hair brush.” Mario said. 

Luigi started shaking his head left and right as he giggled helplessly. He had started imagining hairbrushes on his feet, unintentionally causing his socked toes to curl up. 

“....Hairbrushes on the feet?” Mario asked with a little smile, watching Luigi’s feet curl up.

Luigi growled and tapped his feet. “Staaaaahahahahahaaap.” Luigi whined. 

Mario looked at a picture of an electric item on Google Images. “What…is this?” Mario asked, showing Luigi the picture. 

The moment Luigi looked at the picture, he squeaked and covered his eyes, curling his toes even more than before. NOT THAT TOOL! He could just imagine the thin thread piece in between his stupid toes. And it was making him giggle to the point of snorting now. 

Mario rolled his eyes with a laugh. “What is it?!” Mario asked. 

“YOUDON’TNEEDTOKNOW!” Luigi screamed. “Just tehehell mehehe!” Mario laughed. 

“ELECTRIHIC FLOHOHOSSER!” Luigi yelled through his laughter. 

Mario chuckled. “An electric flosser?” Mario typed ‘electric flosser’ into his search bar, and widened his eyes. “Huh…Okay. That’s a thing.” Mario reacted. 

With that decided, Mario turned off his phone and walked up. “So the reason you react like that…is because you want the toothbrush to be used on you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi pointed and flexed his feet, eventually nodding his head. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi *snort* Ihihihi kihihinda dohoho.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smiled brightly and turned off the toothbrush. “Okay.” Mario replied. 

Luigi uncovered his eye, and looked at Mario with a small bit of confusion. “Wh-Whaha-” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario took Luigi’s toothbrush from his hand, and walked back to the bathroom to put the toothbrushes away. “That’s it.” Mario repeated. “We can talk about this later.” Mario told him, putting the toothbrushes into the cups. 

Luigi just about lost his mind the moment he heard that. Excuse mE- TALK ABOUT IT LATER?! “Then-” Luigi started, before throwing his hands to his sides. “What was thE POINT OF THAT?!” Luigi yelled, growing angry. 

Mario bursted out in cackles. “Ihihi needed to know why you’re so scared of toothbrushes!” Mario told him. “And now I have my answer. So no need to worry…we can drop the conversation now.” Mario decided. 

Luigi growled and slammed his hands on the ground, mumbling curses to himself as he got up onto his feet. OH MY GOSH… What a load of horseshit. The least Mario could’ve done is tickle him for at least 2 minutes before dropping the conversation. You can’t just tease the hell out of someone, and then completely drop the freaking subject! 

THAT IS SO RUDE! 

“It’s 8:03 now…We have a bit less than 35 minutes till we have to go.” Mario said, picking up their bag of tools and placing it beside the door. Mario added the tape measure to the bag and turned around. But Mario yelped and jumped when he saw his brother standing right there in his way. “WAAH- Mamma mia…” Mario mumbled, holding his chest. “I need to get you a bell or something.” Mario told him. 

He tried to walk by Luigi, but paused when Luigi mirrored his movements, blocking his way again. 

Mario looked at Luigi. “Uhhh…” 

Luigi suddenly picked up Mario, and held him up to his own head height. “LUIGI! PUT ME DOWN!” Mario shouted, kicking his feet and grabbing at Luigi’s arms. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mario yelled, super confused. 

Luigi stayed silent as he carried Mario over to the couch. Then, he raised Mario up a slight bit higher, and threw Mario against the couch. Mario flopped into their couch and attempted to get himself up. But by the time he DID manage to get up, Luigi had flopped himself onto the couch beside him and pushed him back down. “Teasing the hell out of me?” Luigi held Mario’s hands above his head with one hand, while poking every inch of his belly with the other hand. 

“WaitwaiTWAHAIT-” Mario shouted, throwing his head back with strong, jumpy laughter. 

“Making me confess to wanting to be tickled?” Luigi continued, moving to scratch his fingers all over his belly. Mario pulled on his arms as he shook his head, laughing absolutely hysterically. “HAHAHAHA- LUUUHUHUHUHUUUU!” Mario shouted. 

“And then DROPPING THE SUBJECT…” Luigi yelled, squeezing his side. “AND LEAVING ME TO SUFFER IN THIS STRONG, UNBEARABLE LEE MOOD?!” Luigi yelled next, poking at the belly button region. 

“LUIHIHIGIII MEHEHERDAHAHA-” Mario shouted. 

Luigi stopped tickling and let go of his brother’s hands. “And then only giving me 35 minutes to try and pull myself together in time for work?! To make sure I don’t act like a flustered fool in front of our potential future customers?!” Luigi added. “It…” Luigi growled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person in the community.” Luigi told him. “It’s like pissing off a person…and then forcing them to shove all that anger down and pull themself back together in less than 20 minutes. It…” Luigi sighed and got off of Mario. 

Mario was breathing somewhat heavily while holding his stomach. He took another moment to breathe before sitting himself up and fixing his hat. “God…” Mario muttered, scratching his stomach to try and rid himself of the funny tickly feelings. But scratching his own stomach only tickled himself more. He quickly wiped his stomach off in an attempt to stop the stupid feelings. And…it worked?

Wait…

He looked at his own stomach. “Luigi…” Mario said. 

Luigi looked at Mario and softened his expression. “Hm?” 

“...You described something as a…after tickles or something…” Mario attempted to explain. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows slightly. “...Phantom tickles?” Luigi asked. 

“Yeah…” Mario said. “...Is that…when you feel ticklish feelings despite not…” Mario struggled to explain it, wiggling his fingers to show Luigi. 

For some strange reason, Luigi didn’t grow flustered from Mario’s fingers…not this time. If anything, he only treated it as a hand sign. 

“Mhm…” Luigi finally replied. 

Mario looked at his stomach, before hugging his stomach tightly. “Ihi think I know what you mean…” Mario admitted, looking up at Luigi with slight embarrassment. 

Luigi uncrossed his arms. “About phantom tickles?” 

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…but also the other thing…” Mario said. He paused for a moment and looked down at his stomach. “...The…feeling of being flustered and then having to cover that up immediately…” Mario tried to say. “The…” Mario gave up his words, and shook his head. “...I’m sorry, Luigi.” Mario told him flat out. 

Luigi huffed and smiled a bit. “It’s fine.” He said, getting up. “But for future reference…” Luigi pointed to the side, before looking at Mario. “A couple of pokes. That is all you need to do in order to calm me down from a flustering lee mood.” Luigi told him. 

Mario tilted his head. “R…Really? You don’t even need a full tickle…fight? Just a couple pokes?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “Most of the time, that’s all I need.” Luigi clarified. 

Mario narrowed his eyes as he got up off the couch. “...And what happens if that’s not enough?” Mario asked. 

“If it doesn’t fully work, then I’ll take what I can get. Then I’ll calm myself down the rest of the way.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded his head and looked at his watch. 

[8:36am] 

“We gotta go.” Mario told him. 

Luigi grabbed the bag of plumbing tools and opened the door. “After you.” Luigi told him. 

“Thanks, lee.” Mario teased. 

Luigi’s face changed from casual, to shocked and slightly impressed. “E-Excuse me?” Luigi reacted. 

Mario chuckled. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep with your phone open, Lu.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “H-How much did you see?” he asked. 

“Oh boy… Uh…” Mario started to quote a couple of the sentences. “You saying ‘Help I’m dying’...then this Jin person saying ‘Ha suffer, lee’...and then you denying it…then Jin saying ‘Lee-uigi’...” Mario kept going. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face. Fucking wonderful…Mario now knows about one of his online friends… “mmmmmmmm great…” Luigi mumbled. 

“So, is the word ‘lee’ considered an embarrassing nickname?” Mario asked. 

Luigi sighed. “Kinda…People don’t like admitting they’re in a lee mood most of the time…” Luigi admitted. 

“Okay…So if you’re in a lee mood…then can I start calling you Lee-uigi?” Mario asked with the most innocent look on his face. 

Luigi grabbed Mario’s hat and slapped it into Mario’s face. “Eat it, moron.” Luigi told him, before jumping onto the floating bricks. 

Mario fell back a bit and put his hat back onto his own head, before catching up with Luigi. He hopped onto the bricks and jumped headfirst into the pipe, following after his brother. When they both popped out from the other side of the pipe, Mario and Luigi hopped into their car, and started to drive to their first location. 

“So…Jin sounds like a teasy stronzo.” Mario said. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yup…But despite his evil ler side…he is a pretty hilarious lee. But he’s got a huge, strong shell that you have to strategically crack open to get him to admit it.” Luigi explained. 

Mario wheezed. “Wooow.” He reacted. “How long have you known each other?” Mario asked. 

“Well…I don’t know…A while.” Luigi replied. 

Mario turned the van to the left. “Are there more friends of yours that I should know about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit. “Ummm…” He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, actually…but…How about I show you their profiles on break. Alright?” Luigi offered. 

“Okay.” Mario replied. “Lee-uigi.” Mario teased with a few laughs. 

Luigi tensed his lips and poked Mario’s side in retaliation. 

“WAHA!” Mario guffawed, slapping Luigi’s hand as he continued to drive the van. “Don’t be trying to turn the tables, signore. I’m too ler for you to handle.” Mario joked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his eyes. “That’s…No.” Luigi complained. 

“You see? I’m ler-ning how to properly tease you.” Mario joked next. 

“Shut up.” Luigi complained with an embarrassed smile, covering his face. 

“What? I’m just taking advantage of a good ler-pportunity.” Mario teased. 

Luigi turned the music on blast. “Sorry, WHAT?” Luigi yelled with a smirk. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF GREEN DAY!” Luigi yelled before screaming the lyrics to ‘American Idiot’ as they drove down the main roads of Brooklyn. 

[trashyswitch]

Shannon: Did you enjoy the FNAF movie? What was your favorite thing about it? Also, this isn't a FNAF question, but I love your laptop stickers. Especially the Jameson sticker, it's so cute! Did you draw it?

I LOVED THE FNAF MOVIE. Hit me right in the childhood in so many ways! I'm listening to the intro to the movie right now as I write this! The arcade-style games?! YES! The relationship between Mike and Abby?! LOVE IT! The complicated history of the missing/murdered kids? And their dedication (and later, betrayal) of their master? Fascinating! I love it! My favorite thing was seeing Abby's progression from a quiet girl who only draws pictures of ghosts, to this talkative, clever kid who realizes the ghost childrens' manipulation and uses her art to help them understand the truth behind the bunny. It's really cool!

And thank you! I put together an entire page of just stickers so I could put them on something. But not all the stickers were used on my laptop. The Jameson Jackson sticker was actually made for me by @foxboidrew! So was the 'Pocket Sized Chaos' sticker. The 'TrashySwitch' sticker he made for me, is hidden on the inside of my laptop so I can look at it as I write. :3 Love you, Drew!