George was dressed with a soccer jersey in his favorite color, blue, with his favorite number, 14, on it. The name on the back said Gogy crudely done with a fabric pen. Though he did not have much interest in sports he wore it to look the part and resemble the image his mom had provided of a five year old George with a blue jersey he’d proudly picked himself at some sort of shop as it stood out to him the most with its vibrancy. A dandelion clutched in his small hand, held out as an offering to his mom.

Jack on the other hand had gotten less lucky with the image his mother had provided. She’d sent him a picture of himself as an actual baby in a light blue onesie. So, as a man of his word Jack was clad in a light blue set of one piece pajamas with an image of Saturn on the left side of his chest.

“Look what’s happened to me Chat” Jack said, taking the ring pop he'd been using as a makeshift pacifier, from his mouth “I’ve become a baby again!” He stepped back from the camera a bit so that he could give the viewers the full image.

“Just to be clear Jack I’m not changing you if you wee or poo” George laughed as his friend gave a catwalk back and forth, strutting his youthful apparel “you’re going to have to toilet train fast”

“Oh, c’mon Gogs! You’re not going to fix up my nappy? I’m just a wee baby, I can't do it myself!” The younger man smacked loudly on the candy for emphasis. He was really trying to make the best of this rather embarrassing situation.

“What is wrong with you!?” George laughed and shoved Jack away as he attempted to sit on his lap.

“You’d be a terrible Santa! Can’t even hold a baby!” The bald man chuckled and sat in his own chair again. “Alright then Chat, have you decided on a game? We need something nostalgic, something retro. Mods, what have we got?”

Reading through the list of suggestions one caught George’s eye. “Oh, let's play that one! His hand pointed to Sonic Rush Adventure “I haven’t seen this game in ages! I actually played it as a kid so we have to play it! We simply have to Jack, I played it so now you have to as well!” He prodded the younger man’s side several times, eyes locked on the image of the game. George’s focus on the screen caused him to miss the way his friend jolted away from his touch and giggled. Chat, on the other hand, didn’t miss a thing. Jack wouldn’t admit that a few teases caught his eye and made his a bit flustered. ‘Aww he’s ticklish! That’s so cute!’, ‘Tickle the baby George’, ‘Wait- why. Is Jack’s laugh kinda…’ A light blush warmed his cheeks.

“Alright, alright we’ll play your stupid game.” Jack laughed at the older man’s excitement and opened the game. They would play until a poll of chat said to move on. Jack didn’t figure it would take long for them to get bored of the older game but he was very wrong. Six polls and five hours later they were about to face the seventh boss of the game

“Oh! We get to fight these guys, finally they’ve been so annoying!” George sighed and leaned over the back of Jack’s chair. He read chat as the cutscene played out.

The other half of the duo, who would never let how invested he was in the game be known, watched contently. “Mm-hm, should be interesting. It isn’t everyday that you get to fight robot pirates.” He glanced at chat “Right Chat!? We ready for another boss fight!?” The audience encouraged the duo and gave them the desired hype.

On screen the game continued where the youngest member of the Sonic team, Marine, was currently being held by said robo-pirate after being left behind by her friends who feared she was too young to join them. The boys read the dialogue out in the poorly acted voices they’d made up for the characters

George in a high pitched Australian accent: “Wh-What are you going to do to me?”

Jack in his best pirate voice: “Ahoy! This here be a gift from me boss, the most torturin’ of tortures!”

“Oh what do you think it’ll be Chat” Jack broke character briefly to check on the viewers. He clicked to the next line of dialogue and was hit with quick regret.

Jack resumes his pirate voice: “I call him… ‘M-Mr Ti-.... Mr…’” Mr Tickler his pirate voice faltered. Why of all things did it have to be THAT. The one word he struggled with, and now he had thousands of people including one of his close friends were here to witness it. He felt his face flush, he needed a way out.

Jack feigned a cough “Hoo boy I need some more water, how about you Gogs? Need some liquid ice?”

“Liquid ice?” George laughed “That’s so dumb just call it water. You’re so complicated sometimes. Let’s finish this fight first, we’re almost through the dialogue, read your bit and let’s move on, you’re keeping Chat waiting!” Suspicion was rising in his voice. “Are you scared of old game graphics all of a sudden?”

“No, the voices are just making my throat a bit rough. I’ll sound like Corpse Husband if I carry this on.’ He gave a nervous chuckle.

“Got a tickle in your throat Mr.Manifold?” George indulged in the slight flinch at his casual mention of the word. "Can't handle a little tickle?"

“What!? Preposterous! Can’t a man get some liquid ice before absolutely owning some rubbish bin pirates?” He was doing his best to dodge having to say the word, filling the air with what hopefully sounded like his usual arrogance “How about I get us some water and you finish up this round yeah?”

“Why are you so scared of a game, just sit down and play.” Gogy was definitely onto him now. Fuck.

“Fine, but if I perish from thirst I’m going to have that it’s your fault on my gravestone.” Jack clicked to the next line of dialogue, hoping that his ‘accidental’ click would save him. He was wrong. “It’s your bit” there it was again, that cursed word that sent heat to his face and butterflies to his stomach. But, at least it wasn’t his turn to say it.

George in his pirate voice (used for the minions): “Yeah, boss! Tickle her real good” he scribbled his fingers along Jack's sides for the emphasis on tickle. A surprised squeal was quickly muffled by his hands. “It’s your line now Jack, don’t dodge it this time” he whispered into the bald man’s ear “or else” and poised his fingers on Jack’s sides just below where the camera would see.

A very tense Manifold read in a shaky pirate voice: “Now, I do hope ye be ready for the ti-“ he was promptly cut off by fingers digging into his sides. Another squeal tore from his lips as his hands shot down to defend him “Geohohohorge!! Nahahahaha! Yohohou Bahahastard!'' Chat quickly was flooded with endearment. Granted he didn’t have to say the word thanks to this but, was it really a fair trade off?

“The TICKLING of a lifetime, lass” The longer haired man finished the sentence. “Of a lifetime Jack! A whole lifetime! Do you know how long that is? It’s literally a lifetime!” With each ‘lifetime’ George would switch from Jack’s sides to his knees or ribs, to keep him guessing.

“Nohohoho REHEHEally!? NeheheVEHEHER wouhohould HAHAHAAVE Guehehessed!” He managed slight sarcasm through his jolts of laughter and giggles.

“Oh dear Chat, it seems I’ve left room for sarcasm. We’ll just have to tickle tickle tickle it out of him right? What do you think Chat should we trend ‘TicklishJack’ just for him?” He teased.

“NOHOH! DOHOHONT!” His protest rose partly from George’s teasing and taunts but mostly due to the pair of hands now clawing his belly after sneaking past one of his pajama buttons. A brilliant shade of pink adorned his cheeks and ears. “GEOHOHORGE!!”

“Yes baby Jack?” Gogy’s voice was so fakely sweet “Need something giggle baby? Did you know your nose scrunches cutely when you laugh?” He booped said nose “And your ears change color too! Are they red or pink? You’ll tell me right? I am colorblind after all.”

Jack couldn’t believe how much the teases were driving him up the wall “FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF” it didn’t help that he knew Chat was watching.

“Jack’s laugh heart eyes emoji, He’s so cute, His laugh omg, Tickle him more Gogy” as if through telepathy the older began to read some of the speeding comments. “Try his armpits, Jack is ticklish!? Why couldn’t he say the word tickle? He HASN’T asked George to stop, he must like it!” He laughed.

“YOHOU TOHOHOOO CHAT! FAHAHACK OHOHOFF”

“That’s not very nice! Apologize to our beloved Chat at once!” George darted his hands up to Jack’s armpits, earning a snort and another squeal “Oh, a snort? Didn’t realize Techno was making a guest appearance tonight! Jack Manifold is a little piggy confirmed.”

“NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Jack slowly sank off his chair and to the floor, his friend followed along but went back to spidering up and down his ribs “Geohohohohorge STAHAHAhahap MeheheHERCY!!”

“Hmmm that’s not an apology now is it Jack?”

“OHO-OHOHKAHAHY SOHOHORRY SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP GOHOHOGY!!”

“Well chat? Do we forgive him or let him suffer?” Sir NotFound waited for a response and continued his attack.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE CHAHAHAT HEHEHELP MEEE!!”

A series of ‘yes’, ‘we forgive you’, and ‘let him go’ filled the chat and so the tickles ceased “Alright, can't have you dying on stream now can we?” He chuckled and carefully helped to rub away the phantom tickles as his friend giggled beneath him. Now standing and reading chat George smiled and gave an apologetic look.

“Dohoo I dare ask whahat that look is for?”

“You’ll never guess what’s trending number one on twitter” a smirk that gave a chill down Jack’s spine made its way to George’s face. A single click of the mouse filled the room with the audio of a clip of his squeals and giggles.