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500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 2
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Ho boyyyy Grayson’s in it now.
Mischief Managed
I know, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve had this idea playing around in my head for a while. I love the MCU’s version of the Cloak of Levitation and how it bonded with Strange throughout the MCU films so far. I like to think that it has a very playful side that it never got a chance to explore with its previous masters. That and there are barely any t-fics out there involving Strange. We need more of those! So I hope this inspires some of you writers out there. <3 And yes, I know the title is Harry Potter-related… and I solemnly swear that this cloak is definitely up to no good. ;)
Stephen had been alone in his room for over an hour. He had gone there to meditate without being disturbed so he could calm his mind and body, as he often did after studying or training. This time he found himself unable to concentrate. The Cloak of Levitation had been following him around the Sanctum for nearly three days straight and at the moment it was floating right beside him. The cloak had never been this clingy before and he needed answers. Stephen wandered the Sanctum until he finally found Wong in one of the artifact rooms.
“Something troubling you, Strange?” Wong asked. The look on Stephen’s face worried him.
“What can you tell me about the Cloak of Levitation?” Stephen looked over his shoulder and back to Wong. “I understand it’s a sentient being, but I don’t get why it’s so attached to me. It’s been my shadow for days and it’s weirding me out.”
Wong chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back as he exited the room and walked down the hall. He gestured with a nod of his head for Strange to follow. They walked in silence until they reached the library.
“What is it you wish to know?” Wong asked as he turned down an aisle.
“The Ancient One looked uncomfortable when she saw me with it. She called it fickle, as if it wasn’t normal to connect with someone like me. Mordo didn’t believe me when I told him what happened either.” Stephen flexed his fingers out and curled them into fists a few times. All of his nerves seemed to be on edge.
“What can you remember about the day it came to you?”
“I walked by its cabinet. It was just floating in there. Actually, I felt like it was looking at me. When I was fighting with Kaecilius, he knock- we crashed through the cabinet. He went to stab me with whatever the hell weapon he had, and I saw the cloak reach out and catch it before it got to me.” Stephen thought back to the day the Sanctum was attacked. It made him feel uneasy. He crossed his arms over his chest and clenched them as he spoke. “It kept fending him off and then it kept me from breaking my neck. It just grabbed onto me and stopped me from falling. I thought it was just trying to fight Kaecilius or defend the Sanctum by using me, but…”
“Now you realize that it chose to stay with you for a reason. And you question its judgment.” Wong skittered his fingers across a line of books. The whole shelf and its books were coated in a layer of dust that dissipated as he touched each book. “Ah, here it is.” He pulled a fairly heavy volume from the shelf with both hands and passed it to Stephen.
“What’s this, an instruction manual?” Stephen blew the dusty coating off of the book and cleared his throat. His eyes squinted to avoid the particles he’d set free as he read the title. “Mystical Beings, Ancient Relics, and Lost Dialects – A Collection. Just a good coffee table book you happen to have laying around?”
“The answers you seek will be in there. I’ll leave you to it then.” Wong turned towards the doorway and began to walk away.
“Wait, where are you going? What if I have questions?” Stephen thumbed through the stack of pages and looked to his friend with a sigh. “Can’t you just tell me a page number or something?”
“You have quite a bit of reading to do. We never stop being students, Stephen. Even a master of the Mystic Arts will always have things to learn.” Wong disappeared down the hall.
“You know, if I wanted nonsense like that, I’d open a fortune cookie,” Stephen grumbled to himself. He cradled the book open in one arm and casually flipped through a few pages. This book looked more like a journal. Most of the pages contained handwritten entries instead of printed spells, giving first-hand detailed accounts of battles and encounters with other mystical creatures. There were many pages dedicated to experiences with different relics, but nothing about the Cloak of Levitation in particular. Stephen sighed, suddenly feeling that he was being watched.
“May I help you?” Stephen asked aloud without looking up from the book. He heard the distinctive ruffling of the cloak’s material behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the garment swaying somewhat anxiously. He kept his focus the book and continued to flip through pages as he paced up and down the aisle. The cloak trailed closely behind him, continuing to float from side to side in an attempt to get his attention. The quicker Stephen walked, the more rapidly the cloak fluttered to keep up. Stephen stood still and closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a slow heavy breath. “I’m trying to concentrate. Unless you know how to read this book and can tell me what page to flip to, I need you to give me some space.” He watched the cloak instantly wilt and its collar hang forward. “Don’t be like that. Come on.” He started to walk again and turned down another aisle. “I swear, you’re worse than an antsy puppy,” he said under his breath. Stephen felt a sharp poke at his side, causing him to tense up. “Hey!” He placed the open book down onto the table beside him shortly before a poke was felt on his other side. This time he flinched. “What is the matter wi- AH!” Stephen received a poke on both of his sides simultaneously before he could finish his question. “Cut it out!”
Book back in hand, Stephen walked around a bookshelf and down another aisle. He heard the flutter of fabric and felt his heart begin to pound. This was getting out of hand now. He immediately opened a portal to another room of the Sanctum. Cradling the book under his arm, the sorcerer stepped through the portal and closed it before the cloak could reach him. What he didn’t realize was that the cloak had seen what room the portal was leading to before it closed.
“Christ, this is like a bad horror movie.” Stephen looked around, thinking of where else he could hide just to get a few minutes of peace to read. And then he heard it, what became his equivalent to the **ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah** sounds from the Friday the 13th films. Rustle, rustle, rustle. Beginning to panic, Stephen opened another portal into a different room of the Sanctum. He couldn’t concentrate enough to open one anywhere outside of the building. Thankfully, he was able to get into the next room and close the portal before he was seen.
Stephen found himself in a nearly empty room surrounded by some more bookshelves, a few boxes, and a few stray pieces of furniture. He just needed a safe space to read. A safe space, that’s it. I’m an idiot, he thought. With a wave of his hand, Stephen opened an entrance into the mirror dimension and stepped through it. No one would be able to see him, especially the cloak. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs, setting the book in his lap. He had only read through a handful of pages when he saw something move in his peripheral vision. He looked up.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Stephen’s overprotective relic was floating around the room. He knew that it couldn’t see him, so he attempted to focus on reading the book. The cloak floated right by his face and made him flinch. “Christ!” Again, he tried to read through another page. After barely scanning through a paragraph, Stephen realized that the cloak was circling him. Stephen buried his face in his hands, exhaling sharply through his fingers. Was he wrong? Could it see him from outside the mirror dimension? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t keep his focus on anything under these conditions. He stood slowly and exited the safety of the mirror dimension.
The cloak immediately swirled around its master and securely wrapped itself around his waist. Stephen dropped the book on a table and lightly patted the fabric. He waited a few seconds to be released. When the cloak refused to let him go, the sorcerer started to worry. His palms gently pushed at the cloak. “Okay, personal space. You can let go now.” He pushed at it again, and then paused. “Oh no. No. Stop that.” Stephen felt the cloak deliver light pokes to different spots around his waist. “Enou-HAH!” He didn’t mean to, but he let a short laugh escape his lips. The cloak unraveled itself from around his waist and floated from side to side above him in an offensive but playful stance, ready to strike again. “This isn’t funny! I will put you back in that cabinet!” The sorcerer pointed a scolding finger at the relic. The cloak wildly snapped out at all ends, showing what Stephen took to be a combination of shock and possibly anger. Its two lower corners shook violently before the entire fabric became a blur of crimson speeding straight for Stephen. “Oh shit.” He put two shaking hands up in defense as he stepped back to brace for impact. “I didn’t mean that.” The cloak stopped a mere few inches from his face. “Really. I’m sorry.” He watched the relic lean its collar from side to side, assuming that it was thinking over his apology. A few seconds later, the fabric whirled around him and settled on his shoulders, nuzzling the corners of its collar against his cheeks. Strange sighed and dropped his arms. “Alright, settle down now. It’s okay. Just don’t poke me any-HEY!” The cloak was in far too playful a mood for his liking and getting dangerously close to learning something about its master that he wished to remain unknown.
Stephen lifted his arms and crossed his wrists just under his chin in an attempt to start a barrier spell, but the cloak was too smart and too quick. Before he could bring his hands down, his upper body had been wrapped and restrained almost like a mummy within the folds of the cloak. Strange’s eyes widened when he saw the lower corners of fabric rising up near his sides. Now he truly panicked.
“This is ridiculous. You’re supposed to obey me and I order you to let me go and stop this nonsense.” Stephen immediately regretted making his demand. This time, the cloak did not poke him. It launched a full skittering assault up and down both sets of his ribs. The sorcerer screamed. He bent forward and tried desperately to pull his arms free. He could feel laughter bubbling in his chest. “Don’t!”
Continuing to panic, Stephen pushed one of his sides up against a chair in an attempt to block the attack. This only caused the cloak to double its efforts. It folded its fabric into small claws and vibrated them under Stephen’s ribs. He couldn’t fight off the tickling sensations any longer and laughter began sneaking through his lips.
“Sssstohohop!” The velvet claws changed their positions and moved to his stomach. Stephen immediately tried to double over and block the cloak, only succeeding in losing his balance and falling to his knees. A low growl left his throat as he tried to cover any more laughter that threatened to escape him. “Stop ihihihihihit!” he begged through gritted teeth. Stephen lost what was left of his composure and fell face-down onto the rug, now laughing freely. No matter how much he squirmed, how desperately he pleaded, or how much force he used to attempt to pull his arms free, nothing helped. He even tried to curl into a ball to block the more sensitive areas of his abdomen, but the cloak wouldn’t allow it. In addition to the constant assault on his midsection, the cloak now added repeated flutters of its collar points at Stephen’s neck. The man let out a very embarrassing uncharacteristic squeal and started shaking his head back and forth while scrunching his shoulders to counteract the ticklish feelings. “Nonononono. What do you wahahahant?!”
Stephen really could not handle much more of the cloak’s antics. His muscles were sore. His mind was exhausted. He could swear that his lungs were actually on fire. Strange contemplated calling for Wong, but his pride prevented him from letting anyone witness such a scene. Even if he did call out, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely whisper. The sorcerer managed to turn over and sit up on the floor despite still trying to stifle his laughter and struggling to break free from the cloak. He reached his breaking point and any sense of composure he had left was thrown to the wind. He abandoned his struggling and slumped against a table leg while now laughing freely. Tears had squeezed from his tightly shut eyes and left trails over his cheekbones. Stephen had been laughing so hard that he started hiccupping as he tried to catch his breath. All of a sudden, the cloak peeled itself away and floated back a few feet from him.
“Oh, no more. I can’t. I give.” Stephen collapsed into a still-giggling heap on the floor with his eyes closed and stretched his limbs out. It took several minutes for his breathing to calm down to a manageable pace. “What. Was. That. For?” He opened his eyes and looked up at the garment that hovered over him. “Were you trying to kill me?” The cloak jolted backwards and zoomed down towards Stephen. His knees went up in anticipation of another attack, but relaxed as the crimson fabric hugged one of his arms and rubbed its collar into his shoulder. A shaking hand reached up and soothingly pet the relic. “Alright, alright. Just please don’t ever do that again.” Stephen dropped his arm back down and closed his eyes again. He didn’t even have enough energy to sit back up yet. “If you let anyone know about this…” He opened his eyes again to see the cloak shaking its collar. “Good. I just want to read this so I can understand you better. Don’t you want that?” The cloak lifted its collar slowly as if it had just realized what Stephen had been trying to do. It released him and hung still in the air beside him. “Thank you.” Ignoring the soreness in his abdominal muscles, Stephen pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the book again.
“I’m never going to find anything in this.” Stephen thumbed through a few pages. An image caught his eye and he swiped a few pages back. The page he landed on had handwritten entries with an etching of the Cloak of Levitation at the top. “I take that back.” Looking closer at the words, every paragraph or so had different handwriting. They were different entries from previous masters who had bonded with it. Every master was different. Some of them weren’t even human. They had different genders, some didn’t have a gender at all. Stephen carefully read each entry, but nothing written on the pages so much as hinted at answering his question. “I put back what I took back, this is pointless.” He pushed the book across the table with a growl.
“It’s precisely what kept you from greatness. Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning the simplest and most significant lesson of all.” “Which is?” “It’s not about you.”
“Still seeing through me, even when you’re gone.” Stephen’s last moments with the Ancient One echoed in his mind as vividly as if they’d only just happened. He sighed and pulled the book towards himself again to reread the scribbled inserts. This time, he tried not to look for answers. Everyone the cloak bonded to in the past seemed to have the same issue. They didn’t do anything to gain the relic’s loyalty or even ask for it. It was as if the cloak simply made a free choice to bond with each master, including Stephen. Even though each relationship was different, it was clear in each entry that each was initiated by the cloak.
“You don’t look for a common link. The defining quality that bonds you to a master is that there is no defining quality.” Placing an elbow on his knee, Stephen rested his head against his fist and looked at the cloak in disbelief. “You really just inherently know if someone is worthy and you bond to them without question. You’re Like Thor’s hammer, I guess.”
“I hope you found the answers you were searching for.” Wong appeared at the top of the stairs. He cast a suspicious gaze at the sorcerer. “Although, I thought you would have found it down in the library.”
“You could have just told me instead of your teaching moment bullshit, you know.” Stephen closed the book and swatted it down heavily into Wong’s outstretched hands. “You have no idea what l went through to figure this all out.”
“Where would the fun be if I gave you all the answers?” Wong chuckled to himself as he adjusted the book under one of his arms. “As I said before, you still have much to learn. I remember in the beginning, you scoffed at the very idea of all of this. You did not think yourself worthy of it even after accepting the existence of it all. Look at how far you’ve come. The cloak knew your worth then.”
“You at least could have warned me at any time about this one’s mischievous streak,” Stephen said, nodding his head towards the cloak beside him. The cloak spun around happily until it saw its master raise a questioning brow. The relic then sheepishly curled itself against Stephen’s shoulder again.
“And break the tradition of warnings coming after they are needed?” Wong smirked at his friend.
“I think I liked you better when you were just an uptight pain in the ass.” Stephen folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against a desk. He was still trying to catch his breath. “You should leave the jokes to me before you hurt yourself,” he teased. His body froze when the cloak settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t handle another round of its antics and certainly not with an audience on top of it. Stephen exhaled a thankful breath when the relic simply rested.
“You’ve been training and studying too hard. The mind and body both need proper rest and relaxation to remain healthy.” Wong turned away and walked toward the staircase. He stopped just short of the top step and glanced back at Stephen. “The world is not in eminent danger for the time being. Take advantage. Don’t be so serious. Maybe laugh a little.” He descended the staircase smiling.
“Oh no.” Stephen heard the cloak’s ends rustle.
500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 6
Awwwwww how adorable! Miguel found a more comfy position :)
500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 7
You all really wanna make Gray’s life hard huh?
An Unpredictable Escape Plan
The Security Guard has learned too much about Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and he senses his death looming. So, he tries to escape by means of crawling through a vent. But nothing appears to be going to plan...
This fanfic was somewhat suggested by @gamequeenanya! I sent you the fanfic beforehand, and you gave me some wonderful praise, which I humbly appreciate. This fanfic is about the security guard in the intro of the Five Nights at Freddy's Movie. So...I hope everyone else enjoys the fanfic too! The tickles get a little intense by the end, so just a forewarning.
The security guard could feel his heart bursting out of his chest. He had learned far too much about the history of this place while on the job…He was going to die if he stayed here for even another minute…Luckily, he had managed to find a vent that had led him out to another area of the pizzeria. Using this, he was able to avoid the terrifying animatronics while escaping from the horrible place. He didn’t care about his paycheck anymore. If he was going to live another day, he would have to crawl through the cobwebs in the vents to get there.
The security guard crawled out of the vent and ran through the hall. His mind was spiraling as he tried to find an exit. Where is the exit? There’s gotta be an exit around here somewhere. This place wouldn’t be built without at least two exits. There was one entrance that could also work as an exit. But the entrance was in the middle of the pizzeria where the animatronics were! And there was no way he could escape without them getting him!
He looked forward and gasped with surprise and relief. A door?! IS THIS AN EXIT?! YES! He can finally get out of here! He was so close to smelling the cool air of the night outside! He didn’t care how freezing it was gonna be outside. Cause anything was better than being locked up and left for dead in that stupid pizzeria! SCREW YOU, ANIMATRONICS!
He reached the door and pushed the door down, expecting it to open. But when it didn’t, he tried it again. It didn’t open. No! Is it jammed?! He pushed hard on the door, hoping something would loosen. But it wasn’t working! Why isn’t it working?!
He froze in horror when he heard the humming of someone behind him. Oh no…
He slowly turned himself around, and gasped as his eyes fell on one of the animatronics! Though the shadows hid most of the animatronic’s body, he knew EXACTLY who it was.
It was Foxy! AND HE HAD CORNERED HIM! NO!
The security guard pushed on the door a few more times as he heard Foxy’s rapid footsteps coming closer. Shit, shit, shiT, SHIT, SHIT! COME ON, YOU STUPID DOOR! WHY WON’T IT OPEN?!
He turned around and leaned against the locked door, and widened his eyes as Foxy jumpscared the security guard by SCREAMING at him and making the lights flicker around him!
The security guard let out a SCREAM of his own. His body was completely frozen in place, riddled with anxiety and impending doom. He was done for…this is it! He was going to die in this old, rugged place, and no one was ever going to find his body!
Foxy picked up the security guard with its hand and its hook, and carried the security guard out of the hallway. The security guard kicked and shouted, reaching for anything to grab so he could stop Foxy from carrying him away. Anything to not be killed by the evil robots!
“HELLO?! HELLOOO?! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?! HELP ME!” He shouted in a pleading voice.
Foxy carried the security guard farther and farther down the hall and turned towards the main part of the Pizzeria. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie all turned around, and observed the Foxy animatronic carrying the security guard towards them in its arms.
“Wait…WAIT NO! PLEASE, LET ME GO!” The security guard yelled, visibly terrified. Foxy picked up the security guard and turned him around, so he was forced to face the animatronics. “Ohgod…” He muttered.
The animatronics looked at each other, almost like they were conversing. The security guard was left in the dark as the animatronics nodded their heads and ‘talked’ to each other. Then, the security guard widened his eyes as he felt a pair of eyes staring him down from above him. Was…Was Foxy staring at him?! He slowly turned to look at Foxy, before whimpering in fear. He was right…Foxy was staring him down.
And then he felt the hook and the hand adjusting themselves on his hips! He started tugging and contorting his hips every which way so that he could potentially get out in the middle of Foxy’s adjustment. But even when Foxy was adjusting, the security guard was just too weak to properly fight against this robot. The strength levels were undoubtedly unmatched, and the security guard knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get out of Foxy’s grip…well, at least until Foxy chose to let him go.
“P-Please let go! GaAH!” He jumped and covered his mouth. Dammit…that’s embarrassing… “S-Sorry…” He mumbled.
Freddy looked up at Foxy with a tame look on its face. Then, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica looked at each other again. What were they planning now!?
Foxy adjusted its hand again, poking its hook into his hip a little deeper. Not expecting it, the security guard jumped and yelped again. “aAah-? Sohorry...” He reacted, biting his lip. He sensed that Foxy’s touches were not supposed to tickle…and yet here he was, unable to stop his reactions.
Freddy and Bonnie walked closer to the security guard. “OhnoNONO-” The security guard tensed up as the animatronics quickly puppy guarded him. “aAAAAH!” He jumped and wiggled around in surprise. “WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” He reacted, looking down as the blue and brown fingers tweaked his sides and ribs. “HAhahahaha! Whahat ahare you do-DOHOHOIHIHING?!” He asked aloud.
Foxy’s hand and hook poked and prodded in the dips of his hips, making the security guard jolt and shake his head with laughter. The thing is, he expected them to kill him with either a hit to the head, or a stab to the back. He really did! These animatronics were perfectly capable of it, and more!
But TICKLE HIM!? He NEVER would’ve guessed that in a million years!
“Whahahat ihihis thihihis?!” He asked.
What had gotten into these animatronics?! Yes, he’d rather be tickled than killed any day! But…still, what made them change their mind? And…why could he hear children giggling nearby?!
“Helloooo?! Hehehelloohohohoo?!” He called, trying to look around for any children.
But he couldn’t see anything over these huge animatronics!
Bonnie’s fat fingers began to slowly rise up his ribcage while a little girl’s giggles began to fill the room. “He’s funny!” The little girl reacted.
“HELLOHOHOHOOO?!” The security guard called. “AHAHANYOHOHONE?!” He asked.
“Tickle his armpits!” the little girl's voice had said.
The security guard widened his eyes in horror. Excuse me, WHAT?! Who is that?! And HOW DID SHE KNOW?!
He stared up at Bonnie with widened eyes, and attempted to push the blue animatronic away. “B-Bonnie, I’m warning you. If my armpits are even touched, I…I may die.” The security guard warned.
Bonnie looked over at Freddy and tilted its head. Foxy looked down at the security guard, and looked up at Bonnie and Freddy. But then, Chica walked up and moved Bonnie and Freddy away! What was Chica gonna do to him?! Should he be scared? Or will things be okay? He didn’t know for sure.
Chica leaned over, and looked deeply into the security guard’s eyes for a moment. The security guard was thrown off by this. Why was the animatronic staring at him?! But then…Chica’s right, big hand went up and grabbed his right wrist. “W-What-” He tugged and pulled on his wrist. “What are you planning?” He asked, hoping and praying for some sort of reply.
The little girl’s laughs returned for a few moments, before his armpit was poked. “OhNOWAIT- GaHAA!” He jumped and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stop his reactions.
His armpit was poked again, by presumably the same animatronic.
“HOLDOHON-” He reacted. “WhatdidIjuhuhustsahahay?!” He asked, laughing nervously.
…And then the finger slid down his armpit. “OhoGOHOHOD-!” He squealed and threw his head back with a laugh.
…And a slide up…
“NoNONONO-!” He wheezed and bursted out in fits of cackles.
…aaand a slide down.
“Plehehehease DOHOHOHON’T!” He wiggled and laughed hysterically.
The little boy’s laughter returned for a few moments. “He’s funny!” The boy admitted.
He opened his eyes and looked around through his laughter, still desperate to find out who that was.
“It’s a shame we have to kill him.” Another child’s voice had said.
The man widened his eyes in horror. OHGOD…The animatronics are still gonna kill him?!
“Hmmm…” Chica stopped tickling the security guard and tilted its head before turning to the other animatronics. “Maybe not…” the girl’s voice said.
The animatronics looked at Chica with surprise. The security guard closed his eyes and began to mentally pray to himself. Pleeeease let the animatronics change their minds…
Chica, Bonnie and Freddy walked back to give the security guard some space. He was still breathing somewhat heavily, still physically tired from the tickles he received. The security guard’s attention moved to the Freddy animatronic as it powered down. And…out revealed a child! Is…is this the kid that he’s been hearing?! The security guard widened his eyes and stared at the boy.
“H-Hi.” The security guard said somewhat awkwardly. “Hi there.”
The kid smiled a bit. “Hi.” The kid replied.
The security guard looked at the kid in the white shirt, and the white top hat. He looked adorable, to be honest. Innocent and sweet, especially when he’s smiling. He was already softening his expression just by looking at him.
Then, the boy looked over to the right and revealed another boy. But this time…he had a brown striped shirt on. The security guard appreciated being introduced to the children, but…he still had no idea if he was going to get out of here alive, or if they were going to witness his death.
The kid in the brown shirt began to narrow his eyes at him curiously. He walked closer to the security guard and looked them up and down, almost examining him in a way. The security guard looked at the kid in the white shirt, confused as to what the kid in the brown shirt was currently doing.
But then, the brown-shirt kid stopped his body inches from the security guard and smirked at him with some sort of twinkle in his eyes. The security guard recognized this look to be mischief. A child’s mischief at its finest. The security guard started to grow slightly nervous. Why is he so close to him? What was that grin for? What was the kid planning on doing to him!? Why was the kid planning anything?!
He looked down at his armpits, and then looked back up at the security guard. He reached his hand out, and poked his finger in the dip of the guard’s armpit. Naturally, the guard jolted and tensed up. “aAh-?!” He jumped.
The kid smirked a little wider as he dragged his finger down the armpit to his upper ribs.
The security guard could feel every part of his body jolting and struggling to get away, while slightly desperate giggles trickled out of his lungs. “Ahahahaha, c-cohohome ohohohon.” He reacted.
The kid giggled, revealing this to be the same child who was giggling while the animatronics were tickling him earlier. “They like you.” The kid admitted, looking at the other kids.
The security guard snickered and shook his head, struggling to handle the agonizingly light tickles. “Hehehehe- Thehehey dohohohoho?” He asked.
The kid nodded his head. “They like your laugh.” He told him, moving his fingers to his middle ribs. “They like your smile.” He added, scratching his 3rd and 4th rib. “They want you to live.” The kid explained.
The security guard felt like he was being toyed with. The tickles were driving him a little insane…but at the same time, he was thankful he was still being kept alive.
“Cahahahan Ihihihi?” He asked, looking down as the kid scratched his fingers on his lowest rib.
“Live?” The kid finished. “I don’t know.” He looked over at a room in the corner of the main area. “The bunny wouldn’t be happy with us if we let you go…” The boy admitted, slowing his fingers a little bit.
The security guard was still giggly, though it was a little more bearable for him. He began to pray even harder that the boys let him go. All he wanted was to be in the comfort of his home, with a cup of soup in his hand, staring at some sort of documentary on the Television.
The boy with the white walked up to the brown-shirt boy, and pushed him aside. “My turn.” He said, before skittering both his hands all over his armpits. “Kitchy kitchy koo!” The kid in the top hat declared.
The security guard threw his head back and let out a long fit of cackly laughter. “OHOHO NOHOHOHO! GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA- AAAHAHAHAHA- P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He shouted desperately. It sounded like he was absolutely dying at the hands of this child!
“You’re tickling him too rough.” The girl told the boy in the top hat. “You need to be gentle.” She moved his hands out of the way and tickled on his belly.
“Hehehehe! Hehehehehe- Ohohokahahay, ahaha lihihittle behehehetteheherr, buhuhuhuhut-” He said, letting out more giggles rather than hysterics.
The little girl smiled. “Like that.” She told him, stopping her fingers to let the top hat boy try.
“But that’s no fun. I’ve heard lots of giggles from him.” The boy complained, before dancing one hand on his armpit.
“Ohoho bohohoy- GaaAAHAHA!” He jumped, widened his eyes as his grin widened as well.
“I want him to laugh really hard…” The boy tickled the other armpit with his other hand. “...Like he was told the funniest joke in his life.” He admitted.
The moment his other armpit was touched and tickled, it was all over for him. He was a complete mess of cackles and laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHEHEHEHEE!” He laughed. “EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE- EEEEEK! EEEHEHEEE! IHEEHEEHEE- IHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He cackled. There was no way he could laugh harder than this. If this is what the kid wanted, he was certainly gonna get it.
“But he’s gonna pass out.” The girl warned.
“Isn’t that what the bunny wants?” The top hat boy asked.
“Well…” The boy in the brown shirt crossed his arms, just letting the other boy take over. “It would take a long time for him to pass out from laughter.” He reminded the boy.
“But…maybe we don’t have to make him pass out.” The boy in the top hat suggested. Whoever this top hat boy was, he was determined to not kill the guard.
“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHI’M TOOHOOHOOHOO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” He begged.
“What do you suggest we do?” The boy in the brown shirt asked.
“I have a plan.” The top hat boy told them. “But we’ll only do it if the guard is on board.” He told him. “Will you let us save you? Nod your head yes, or shake your head no.” He told the guard.
He could not have nodded his head any faster. He was BEGGING to get out of here at this point…and he didn’t care how much tickling he had to endure! If it means getting out, then he’ll do it.
“Okay.” The top hat boy smiled as he dipped his fingers deeper into his armpits. “I will tickle you. I will tickle you really hard, that you get really tired. When your laugh stops, I’ll stop tickling. But when you stop, I want you to pretend you passed out.” The boy explained.
Gosh, forget pretending…He’d probably pass out right now if he could.
“Then we’ll carry you to the back…and let you go free there.” He told the guard.
The guard tried to let out a sigh of relief. But it more came out as a wheeze, than anything else. “F-Fihihihihine.” He said.
“Okay.” The top hat kid said. He nodded at the brown-shirt boy, smiling when he got a nod in response. He nodded at the girl, and smiled when she nodded back. He nodded at the rest of the kids, and smiled brightly when they nodded back. They were all in on it.
Top Hat boy continued his tickle attack for about 15-20 more minutes. In order to make this pass-out trick really work, he would have to make the security guard utterly exhausted, to the point of almost passing out. But he also had to keep up his rough tickles…because again, to make it realistic, the security guard had to sound like he was dying before ‘passing out’. So the kid dug deeper into his armpits, and tickled in other spots in order to REALLY make him scream. Though the security guard knew this was his ticket out, it was really difficult being tickled to the point of exhaustion. His body was jumpy and tense for a while…
But then…he reached a point where his body had gone completely limp…he stopped laughing altogether, and was just…silent. Only then, did the kid actually stop tickling him. Though he was supposed to pretend he was passed out, that was an unbelievably easy job for him at this stage. He could feel his eyes drooping and closing slowly. And it didn’t help that the animatronics were carrying him like a toddler. It made him feel…almost comfortable…warm…loved…
When the security guard woke up again, he gasped and got up onto his feet. Where was he?! In the street? Which street?! ANYONE?!...But getting out of the alley, he thankfully found a store that he recognized. With that in mind, he was able to figure out where he roughly had ended up. And with that knowledge in his mind and his wallet in his pocket, he took a taxi back to his home. Though the long tickle attack was a bit much, he was absolutely thankful to be alive…And he had those ghost children in the animatronics, to thank.
I—
*COMBUSTS* SHDJAGDJSBHDHAAAAEEEEEE!!✨✨✨
This is something I’ve been working on for a few days now. I figured I’d push myself into making a longer animation and perk up a friend in the long run.~ So glad you like it @stardroptickles It’s the longest animation I’ve ever done. XD Hopefully I can try doing this again sometime.
I don’t know if this meme is dead or not but-
I don’t know if the funniest part is about how ironic it is that Elijah is driving without a license. Or that the only person who probably has a license is Grayson and they’re in the back. Ruthie wanted to drive but doesn’t even have her temps yet.
Elijah belongs to @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y
Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff
and Ruthie belongs to me!
When they all have ticklish tummies and tease each other for it- I really wanted to draw these silly goobers so here’s a little comp of these 3 getting bullied so here they are!
Like always Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff and Elijah belongs to @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y
tickle defibrillators.
the perfect tool to wake up sleepy lees.
just rub your hands together, make big claws, and WHAM! give em a shock.
I was inspired by @skaleigha and made this :p