#caring logan

Virgil was growing terrified of the robots. They all seemed to have a sinister side that tripled when they were kept in darkness and not surrounded by children. Though a couple of the robots were better-suited for children, there were robots he was much more terrified of…

Examples? Remus and Janus.

Janus was an unpredictable robot that managed to glitch himself into an impulsive liar. He’s encouraged kids to set things on fire, let kids play with sharpened swords, showed kids how to make chloroform, and taught kids all kinds of dangerous things. There was a reason Janus was kept in a locked room to only be used for spare parts. He was also scared that Janus was gonna pull some manipulative tricks on him or scare him. His worst nightmare was the thought of Janus sneaking up on him with a box of matches and saying “Humans are very flame resistant! Let me show you:” and setting him on fire. OH PLEASE NO.

Remus was even worse! He caused violence way too much, and looked like a creepy, insane robotic homeless guy that could kill hundreds if he was allowed to go free. He even smelled like a mix of mold, metal and dead mice. Worst of all? He had a mace. A FREAKING MACE! WHO THE HELL GAVE THE ROBOT A MACE?! And since his robot body made him so strong, Virgil’s head could easily be crushed by a single swing of the mace alone! All he could do was pray that Remus never got any ideas to try it out.

“Ooooh Viiirgiiil~” someone called.

Virgil jumped and moved his flashlight around to find the source of the sound. “You-You’d better leave me alone! I-” Virgil grabbed a lamp. “I have a...A lamp! And I’m not afraid to use it!” Virgil warned.

The voice let out a manic laugh that helped him identify the voice. It was Remus. “That’s a good one! The poor security guard’s all alone with only his lamp to hold onto! Such a shame it won’t save you.” Remus teased.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Virgil asked, plugging it in.

“The lamp’s hardly a weapon up against my pointy mace! All it’ll take is a big, fat, SPLAT! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! THEN IT’LL JUST BE BROKEN GLASS AND METAL!” Remus declared.

Virgil growled and held up the lamp in one hand, and the switch in the other. “Alright coward, COME ON OUT.”

Remus kicked the door down. “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST- AAAAAAH!” Remus interrupted himself and covered up his eyes with his hands. “FAAACK!”

Virgil smiled a little as he shined the light right into Remus’s eyes. “Not so tough now with burned robot eyes, huh?” Virgil spat.

Remus growled and started swinging his mace around blindly. Virgil’s confident smirk quickly turned to fear as he tried to get out of the way of the flying mace. “WHOA- Oh geez- REMUS!” Virgil shouted.

It didn’t take long for the lamp to end up destroyed into pieces by the mace. Remus let out some proud, chaotic laughter as his eyes very slowly adjusted. “Just like a piñata! A few more hits should do it!” Remus declared as he readied his mace like a baseball bat.

Virgil quickly dropped the lamp and sprinted away as quickly as he could. He sprinted out of the office and darted his way down the hall. But his sprinting was quickly brought to a halt by another robot who was blocking his path.

“Oooooh! Looking confident today, Security guard.” The robot teased as he tipped his hat. Oh no...It was Janus…

Virgil sprinted behind Janus and hid. “Please hide me! Remus is trying to kill me!” Virgil begged.

Janus turned his head a full 180 degrees to look right at Virgil. “My, what a brave soul.” Janus reacted out loud.

Virgil shrieked at Janus’s over contorted head and backed up from him. “That’snotright! that’snotRIGHT!” Virgil muttered.

Janus’s eyes moved to the right...they moved to the left...then they looked back at Virgil. “What do you mean? This is normal.” Janus told him. To top it all off, Janus had shrugged his shoulders like a human usually would. But Janus’s shoulder blades were literally just below Janus’s chin and were facing the terrified security guard. That was NOT normal.

In fact, that was enough to make Virgil scream and sprint off again. He sprinted his way further down the hall, and was soon skidded to a stop by one more animatronic:

“OOOH! A worthy opponent!” The animatronic declared, pointing his sharpened knife to Virgil. Virgil shrieked and put his hands up in surrender. “That’s right, you have no weapon! So that means you’re my prisoner!” Roman declared, grabbing his hand and leading him away. “I hope you can appreciate a quick death. Let’s say...Beheading! With my sword, of course!” Roman declared.

Virgil took one look at the sword and yelped: The sword was AN INCH AWAY FROM HIS EYE.

Roman giggled at his scared face. “Hehehe! Poke poke~”

Virgil screeched like a terrified hawk and pulled his arm out of Roman’s grip. The moment he was free, Virgil screamed again and took off sprinting.

“Wait! Wait, Virgil! I was joking! Come on!” Roman yelled to him.

Virgil sprinted all the way to the other side of the pizzeria. The animatronics were everywhere. He couldn’t get away! They wouldn’t stop grabbing him! Threatening his life! SCARING HIM TO DEATH!

OH NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! Virgil tried to get up and take off running again. But this animatronic had him good. So Virgil started to kick, scream, and punch. Anything to get out of the animatronic’s strong grip.

“Virgil! Virgil Sanders! Can you hear me?” The animatronic asked.

Virgil’s fighting slowed a bit as he heard his actual name. “Wh- *huff, huff, huff* What-”

“Virgil Sanders. Is that right?” The animatronic asked. Virgil nodded his head. “Okay. I only know your name because I read your name tag.” The animatronic told him.

Okay...Okay. That makes sense. But this is an animatronic! Why are they being nice? The only animatronic he knew that was nice, was Patton! And even HE was a little sinister! “Pat- Patisthatyou?” Virgil asked.

“This is Logan. I need you to sit down and try to cooperate with me.” Logan explained. Virgil looked up and managed to catch the general outline of glasses...and a dark blue shirt. “Don’t worry. You’re safe. I’ve closed the doors and ordered all the animatronics but Patton, to leave you alone.” Logan explained.

Virgil started to relax his muscles bit by bit. “O...Okay...Okay.”

Something slid into his hand. “Can you feel my hand?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. “Okay good. Can you feel my face?” Logan asked as he placed Virgil’s hand onto his cold, hard cheek.

Virgil nodded and looked up at him. “Cold...It’s cold.” Virgil added.

“Okay.” Logan replied.

“Good job Kiddo!” Another animatronic cheered. Virgil smiled a little at that.

“Now:” Logan placed Patton’s hand onto Virgil’s arm. “Can you feel the hand on your arm?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. Logan continued. “That is Patton’s hand.” Logan told him.

Virgil nodded. “Okay.”

Patton, feeling a little playful, placed his hand on Virgil’s belly. “Do you feel this?” Patton asked as he started gently scratching it.

Virgil smiled and laughed a little. “Yeheheah, Ihihi doho.”

“Patton, I don’t think childish behaviours like tickling are recommended when a person is recovering from a panic atta-”

“It’s working!” Patton added his other hand to Virgil’s belly and started skittering all over. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

Virgil giggled and fell gently onto his back while he rolled around and pushed at Patton’s hands. “Hehehehehe! Hahahahahaha! Ihihi’m ohokahahahay.” Virgil let him know.

“Alright.” Patton stopped tickling him. “Did that help?”

Virgil smiled. “Yes. A lot, actually.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “Fascinating...Virgil must be a rare human to appreciate tickling after a panic attack.” Logan reacted calmly.

Patton chuckled and shook his head. “Or tickling really does help for panic attacks and you just don’t believe me yet!” Patton picked up Virgil, held him in his arms like a toddler, and started skittering his fingers on Virgil’s sides. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”

Virgil squealed and started to wiggle again. “HAhahahaha! Hehehehe Pahahahat! Thahahat ticklehehes!” Virgil giggled.

“Ihi can tell! If it wasn’t ticklish to you, then I’d still be looking for new ticklish spots.” Patton replied.

Patton lifted up Virgil’s Security Guard shirt a bit and found the guy’s belly button. “Oooh! Giggle button!” Patton reacted as he poked it a few times. Virgil guffawed! His back arched like a freaking rainbow, and Virgil just about kicked Patton in the face! But thankfully, Patton caught the foot right before it hit him. “That was close…” Patton said calmly.

Virgil was covering his belly. “Sohorry. My belly button is REEEALLY bad.” Virgil admitted.

Patton dropped Virgil’s foot. “It IS?!” Patton pretty much dove towards Virgil and started scratching Virgil’s belly again. “Does this tickle?” Patton asked.

Virgil squeaked and squealed while rolling around and kicking his feet. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHESS!” Virgil yelled back.

Patton grabbed both of Virgil’s sides and started squeezing. “Does this tickle more? Or less?” Patton asked.

Virgil’s laughter fell to giggles while Patton tickled up and down the one side of his ribs. “Yeheheheheheah. Ihihihit tihihihihicklehehes lehehehess.” Virgil replied.

Patton hummed. “I can tell! Your laughter went from super strong, to little giggles!” Patton reacted.

Virgil nodded. “It did, yeah.”

Patton gasped and lifted Virgil’s shirt again. “I wanna hear your laughter again!” Patton declared before poking and swirling his finger in his belly button.

“Patton...Maybe we should tone it down-”

“BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAITNOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil rolled onto his belly as soon as he possibly could, and then continued to giggle into the floor as he recovered. “Lohohoho...Loho hahahas ahaha pohohohoint.” Virgil told him.

Patton frowned a little and crossed his arms. “Fiiine. I guess I’ll give you a break.” Patton decided.

Virgil let out a breath of relief and turned onto his back again. “Thank you.”

Logan was staring at Virgil with his eyes slightly narrow and a hand on his chin. It looked like he was in a hyper focused thinking mode. Logan just kept on staring at him, and looking him up and down. It was growing a little creepy for his liking. But...Logan probably didn’t really realize it.

“Um...L-Logan?” Virgil asked.

Logan moved his hand off his own chin and brought his index finger closer to Virgil. “Virgil…” He said, pointing to the nametag. “A male name meaning ‘Staff bearer’ in Latin.” Logan explained.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded. “Yes...That’s right. It’s also the name of a Roman poet.” Virgil admitted.

“Yes: Publius Vergilius Maro. He became influential in The Golden Age. Also known as The Augustan Age.” Logan added.

Virgil smiled. “Isn’t Augustus the Emperor that was related to Julius Caesar?” Virgil asked.

“Yes! Caesar was Augustus’s great-uncle.” Logan replied.

“Okay.” Virgil decided. “So...What about it?”

Logan smiled. “The name is very uncommon in this century.” Logan told him.

Virgil smiled. “I guess I’m special.” He teased.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps.”

Logan leaned in and brought his hands towards Virgil’s ribs. “Is your ribcage ticklish by chance?” Logan asked him.

Virgil widened his eyes and scooted closer to the wall with a wobbly smile on his face. “Nohoho, no, no it’s not. Totally not.” Virgil lied desperately.

“Hmm...I see...And,” Logan touched down and started skittering, “-does proving my point help the factual robot to see that you’re lying?” Logan asked with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Yes! Yes it does.”

Virgil bursted out into fits of giggles and laughter mixed into one reaction. “Aahahahahahaha! Ohohokahahahay, okay yohohohou’re rihihihight! Ihihi lihihihied! Ihihi’m sohohohorryhyhyhy!” Virgil admitted.

“I appreciate you apologizing. However, I’m afraid it’s a little too late for mercy to be bestowed upon you.” Logan told him as he started to move up the ribs.

Virgil’s laughter grew higher in octave, and a little louder. “WahahaHAHAHAIT- WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOHOUGHT-”

“You thought you were getting a break?” Logan finished for him. “Nah. I just wanted to have my turn to be the infamous ‘tickle monster’. Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo Virgil~” Logan teased.

Virgil threw his head back and started cackling. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged, trapping Logan’s hands in his upper arms.

“Oh dear...Patton, did you trick me into entering a trap?” Logan asked.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “Nohoho, why?”

Logan huffed dramatically and pulled. “Because I appear to be stuck. And Virgil is a lot stronger than I envisioned.” Logan explained.

Patton laughed even harder. “YOHOHOU’RE A ROBOT! You’re made of METAL! All it takes is a tug, Logan!” Patton reminded him.

Logan paused his tickling as he looked down at his arms and started pulling. But the pulling was made to be super weak and...quite pathetic for a robot.

“Ohohokahahay, nohohow you’re just beheheheing rihihidicuhulohohous.” Virgil told him.

Logan looked at Virgil with a frown and a smirk. “Excuse me?” Logan reacted. “Pathetic?”

Virgil’s giggles skyrocketed from Logan’s reaction. “Yeheheheahahahah!” Virgil further provoked.

Logan smirked even wider and fixed his glasses. “Excuse me while I do this:” Logan picked up Virgil like a toddler, brought him into his arms and covered every part of Virgil’s middle with tickles. Ribs, belly, sides, belly button, hips, they were all tickled.

Virgil absolutely LOST IT! He was a mess of cackles, snorts, hiccups, and even squeaks mixed together into one big ball! Virgil looked like a snorter, so the snort didn’t really catch Logan off guard.

However, Patton was ecstatic. “Logan! Did you hear that?! He snorted! He has a snort laugh! Hahahahaha! I love it! I wanna hear it again! Can you make him snort again?” Patton asked amidst his rambling.

Logan giggled at this and nodded. “Sure thing Pat in the Hat.” Logan replied. To make Virgil snort again, Logan specifically targeted his upper ribs and his belly all at once. This made Virgil cackle, squeal, and as Patton wanted: snort.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! *snort* TOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH! TOHO *snort* MUHUHUHUCH! MEHEHEHERCYHYHYHYHY! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE?” Virgil pleaded.

“Uh oh...I do believe his oxygen level is dropping a bit too low. I will need to stop and let him breathe again.” Logan told Patton as he stopped tickling.

Virgil went limp in Logan’s arms almost immediately. He was breathing heavily as well, which further proved Logan’s observation.

“Hohohow…” Virgil was stopped by Logan’s index finger on his lips.

“Hush Virgil. Just breathe for a bit. Then you may ask your question.” Logan advised.

Virgil rolled his eyes and listened to him. But Virgil did feel a little annoyed by Logan’s advice. How did Logan know what’s best for him? He’s not a human. He hasn’t experienced being human since he was made. Heck, even his human-mimicking socializing was quite off. No one quite talked like Logan. Well, except for the super introverted nerds in the world.

BUt Virgil still listened to him. When he felt recovered enough, Virgil tried again. “How do you know my oxygen level?” Virgil asked.

Logan looked down at him. “I have been fitted with a pulse Oximeter at my fingertips.” Logan explained briefly. He brought his fingers to Virgil’s. “I can squeeze gently on your finger, and a number will show up. If it’s normal, then I don’t have any reason to act concerned. If it’s low however, I may advise breathing more heavily or going outside for some fresh air or a short walk. That usually helps raise a human’s blood oxygen level.” Logan explained.

“Hm...I see. Can you do anything else?” Virgil asked.

“Indeed I can.” Logan replied. “Not many people know this, but I have been fitted with a Glucometer for checking the blood sugar of any suspected or confirmed diabetic of any age.” Logan told him. “I also have a way to check your general body temperature.” Logan added. “You’re fairly warm still. However, exerting activities such as tickling can make you increasingly warm.” Logan explained.

Virgil smiled. “That’s really cool.”

Logan smiled. “I can also confirm that you are, in fact, a male. If you were a trans male, I would know. But I would still be ordered to call you by your preferred pronouns due to backlash if I failed to do so.” Logan explained.

“Kinky!” Someone added randomly.

Patton jumped at the new voice, and frowned at the word he used. “Remus, no!” Patton warned.

Logan sighed and fixed his glasses. “Remus, it is NOT kinky! It is basic knowledge!” Logan argued.

“Sounds pretty kinky to me! Right Security Guard?” Remus teased.

Virgil looked away, growing a little more uncomfortable than he expected. “A...A little…”

Logan looked at Virgil. “I don’t quite understand…” Logan admitted. “Did I do something wrong?”

Virgil shook his head. “No! No you didn’t. Just for the future...Maybe keep the ‘gender’ identifying technology a secret. For...social purposes.” Virgil advised.

Logan nodded. “Noted.” Then, Logan smiled. “However, we are gonna take advantage of your more regular oxygen levels and resume tickling you.”

Wait a minute, WHAT?!

Patton gasped and clapped his hands. “YES! MORE SNORTS!”

Logan was sitting at his desk on his laptop, typing up something. The typing was going really well for the most part, but his eyes had started to get tired bit by bit. So, Logan took a break and leaned back in his chair. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes free of tired tears. His eyes have been watery for at least 15 minutes and it was starting to affect his concentration and vision. So taking a break and rubbing away the tears seemed to help his eyes out at least a little bit.

Soon though, there was shifting and ruffling in Logan’s pocket. Logan looked down inside and pocket and smiled as a tiny head popped out from inside. The tiny head belonged to Virgil: the most anxious side, and the tiniest for that matter. Virgil’s hood flopped off his head as he stretched his arms out of the pocket and let out a tiny, high-pitched yawn.

“Good morning Virgil.” Logan greeted, patting his head with his finger. Virgil smiled and knelt down a little at the head pats, before jumping up and grabbing onto the finger with both his hands. Logan giggled and quickly brought his free left hand over so he could sit on it.

Virgil sat down on his palm in criss cross applesauce, and shook his hair out. There were bits of black lint stuck in his hair from the pocket, which shook out of Virgil’s hair and left little black bits of lint on Logan’s palm. Feeling bad for leaving a mess on Logan, Virgil summoned himself a tiny fan brush with a broken handle that made the handle short enough for him. With the fan brush, Virgil quickly swept up the black lint bits and swept it off his palm. When he was done, Virgil dropped the fan brush onto Logan’s desk and sat back down with a big smile.

“Thank you, Virgil.” Logan said with a smile. Virgil nodded his head and stood back up before flapping his hands around and running in circles on his palm. Usually, this would mean he’s either energetic, or growing bored. So, Logan looked around for something to give the tiny human that would keep him entertained.

As he looked around, one little thing caught his eye: a little white feather that had fallen out of a pillow earlier today. Logan picked it up and looked at it, before holding it up to Virgil. “Look what I found earlier!” Logan told him, holding the feather up to him. Virgil’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the look of the feather! It was BIG! It was a little taller than him! Virgil held out his hands and did the grabby hands to tell Logan ‘I want it!’. Logan nodded and handed him the feather.

Virgil looked at the feather and placed it onto Logan’s palm. He laid himself down and snuggled into it, and giggled as the bits of white fluff tickled his neck. Logan smiled at the cute little side and watched him wave the feather around.

“Fluffy, huh?” Logan said to him.

Virgil nodded and took one last look at the feather before throwing it to see it fall. Virgil kneeled on his hands and knees and held onto the side of Logan’s palm while he watched the feather float down. As the pretty feather floated slowly down to the ground, Virgil let out a curious “oooooooh” sound. Logan chuckled to himself and caught the feather with his right hand.

Pushing it up and pinching it with his index finger and thumb, Logan brought it back up to Virgil. “Wanna see something fun that I can do with it?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded his head and sat back in criss cross applesauce to watch. Logan brought the feather closer and closer to Virgil...When it touched down on his neck, Logan fluttered it a little. “Eeeek!” Virgil squeaked, giggling and kitty fighting the feather.

“Ticklish, isn’t it?” Logan teased as he tickled under Virgil’s chin. Virgil nodded his head and surprisingly managed to keep his chin up despite being tickled on that spot. Logan noted that feat. “You know where this would really tickle?” Logan asked him.

Virgil looked up at Logan, nodded his head with a smile and lifted up his shirt. Logan giggled at this reaction. “Yeah, that’s definitely a ticklish spot!” Logan replied as he fluttered the feather on Virgil’s tiny belly. Virgil let out a mouse-pitched squeak and started kicking his tiny legs against Logan’s palm. Despite being tickled on the belly, Virgil managed to keep his shirt up relatively easily. The tickling didn’t seem to hinder his strength whatsoever!

“Fascinating...You are really good at not covering up a tickle spot! Not a lot of people can do that.” Logan told him. Virgil let go of his shirt to clap his hands out of appreciation for the compliment. The little side felt so proud of himself for such a tiny achievement!

Logan snuck the feather under the loose t-shirt and fluttered it left and right. Virgil squeaked yet again, and actually started laughing this time! Virgil was tightening his fists up against his chest and was kicking his feet nonstop from the ticklish adrenaline rush. “Tickle tickle tickle, Virgey! Does Virgey like de tickles? Does Virgey like de tickle tickle tickles?” Logan teased. Virgil nodded his head up and down as he started hugging himself with his arms in an X on his chest. His belly was left completely free and open for the tickling, just how the tiny side wanted it! And tickles, Logan happily gave him.

Logan started to move the feather up and down, rather than left and right. This made Virgil’s eyes widen for a moment and his laughs heighten. Everytime the feather would tickle his abs and lower ribs, Virgil’s laughter would go up a few notes in pitch! The tiny side’s voice was already somewhat higher-pitched (thanks to his tiny stature) but the tickling of his abs and ribs just upped this pitch even more for the tiny dude!

“Listen to that adorable sound! You have such an adorable giggle!” Logan told him proudly.

Even though his kicking and giggling continued, Virgil shook his head at the nerd’s claims. “No? Are you denying how cute you are?” Logan asked him. The truth is, Virgil will always do this. He has been denying his adorable temperament for the longest time, most likely even before he met the tiny being! And everytime Virgil would deny being cute, Logan would do this:

“Don’t make me bring out Bat Bean…” Logan warned with a smirk. Virgil giggled and stuck his tongue out at him. That was just enough to tip the man over the edge.

Logan let go of the feather and kept it under Virgil’s shirt while he walked up to Virgil’s doll house and grabbed a tiny black crocheted bat stuffy. It was exactly as described, and it even had a tiny red heart sewn onto it! It was Virgil’s favourite stuffy, and Virgil LOVED seeing Logan bring it to life!

Logan waddled the bat towards him. “Hello! Virgil!” Logan greeted, with the bat’s infamous high-pitched voice. “Do you remember me? It’s Bat Bean! Your Faaavorite bat!” Logan continued, bringing the bat closer to Virgil. Virgil giggled at the bat as he removed the feather from his belly. “Ooooh! What a pretty feather!” He reacted, flapping the bat’s wings. “Is it yours?” he whispered the question.

Virgil giggled and shook his head no. “Ihihit’s Logan’s!” Virgil replied, pointing to him. Logan paused his acting part for a moment as he fell in love with Virgil’s adorable voice. It was such a tiny voice! He always melted at the sound of Virgil’s voice. It was super hard NOT to!

“I was using my very strong bat ears, and I heard some not true things!” The bat told him. “Did you say you were not cute again?” The bat asked.

Virgil fell into a big giggle fit and nodded his head. Logan couldn’t help himself as he let out an unscripted chuckle. The tiny side was CLEARLY hungry for tickles!

“Oh NO! That’s terrible!” The bat gasped. Suddenly, the bat lifted one wing up to show an idea clicking into its yarned head. “Nothing a little tickling can’t fix!” the bat declared as he stood up.

Logan made a small inhale sound, and started nuzzling the bat’s face into Virgil’s neck while making nuzzling sounds. “Om nom nom nom nom! Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom! Mmm! It’s been awhile since I’ve slurped up ataste of your blood!” The bat declared before nuzzling its face back into Virgil's neck for some more tickly nibbling. Virgil’s giggles grew all bubbly and jumpy from both the teases and the nibbles. Bat Bean was ALWAYS the best at nibbles! And the best part? His bat teeth didn’t hurt! Bat Bean always gave him soft nibbles that were more fluffy than bitey.

Logan brought the bat away from Virgil’s neck and flapped the bar’s wings. “Wow! So giggly! Logan was right! You really ARE a cutie!” Bat Bean told him.

Virgil giggled and shook his head yet again. He didn’t want to believe he was cute! He also didn’t want the nibble-nibbles to stop anytime soon. He wanted the nibbles to keep going and going! He loved nibbles, and he could do anything to have nibbles all the time! Logan gasped and sent him a playful frowny face. Logan brought his voice down low to make the tiny side laugh. “You DARE deny your hidden charm?! I could have you BEHEADED for such accusations!” Logan warned him in his deep superhero narrator voice.

Virgil just bursted out laughing and rolled all over Logan’s palm. The teeny anxious side looked like he was gonna die of laughter from hearing such a voice! It was the funniest voice he had ever heard in his LIFE! “Again!” Virgil ordered excitedly.

“Again?! AGAIN?! You’ve denied the truth for much too long, Virgil! You are a cute little emo and NO ONE will ever tell me otherwise! Not even the emo himself…” Logan added in his narrator voice.

Virgil rolled all over Logan’s palm, just cackling up a storm! It was like one of the funniest men, Charlie Chaplin, was speaking his lines for the very first time at the movie theatre! The voice was way too funny for him to comprehend! Meanwhile, Logan couldn’t help but giggle at Virgil’s endless laughter. He couldn’t quite understand just why the voice was so funny. It was like watching a baby cackle happily at a ripping piece of paper! It was not really meant to be funny, but the baby was cackling nonetheless! And nothing could stop either one of them from cackling!

So, Logan waited patiently for Virgil to calm down. It took a few minutes, but Virgil did manage to calm down. “You okay, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil stood right back up and grabbed onto Logan’s thumb. “Again! Again again again!” Virgil shouted, hugging Logan’s thumb.

Logan shook his head with a giggle. “Aren’t you tired from all that laughter?” Logan asked him. Virgil lifted his chin up proudly and shook his head. “MM mm.” He hummed no.

“Wow! Is that so?!” Logan dramatically reacted. Virgil nodded his head excitedly.

“Hmm...since you're not quite tired yet…” Logan thought for a moment. Suddenly, Logan switched back to his narrator voice. “Perhaps some more TICKLES are in order!” He declared in the deep voice before skittering his finger all over Virgil’s tiny belly.

“HahahAHAHAHAHAHA! LOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil laughed happily.

“Yes, my dear metal man?” Logan replied in his deep narrator voice.

“BAHAHAHAHAT BEHEHEHEHEAN!” Virgil shouted.

“Oooooh! You want your precious bat bean?” Narrator Logan specified.

Virgil nodded his head and stretched his arms out while doing the grabby hands. Logan happily handed the tiny bat to Virgil before resuming his tickle attack on Virgil’s belly. “YAHAHAHAHAYYYYYYY!” Virgil laughed and squirmed around with his bat in his hand and a smile on his face.

Logan giggled and laughed at the adorable boy. The side’s belly had the tiniest little belly button you’d ever seen! In an attempt to tickle Virgil’s belly button, Logan grabbed a super thin paintbrush from his collection of supplies and started dipping and swirling the teeny paintbrush inside his belly button.

Virgil squawked and suddenly rolled onto his stomach! ...Well, that was unexpected. Confused, Logan chose to put the paintbrush down, pick up the feather again and push it down Virgil’s back. Almost immediately, Virgil bursted into cackles! His fists started pounding against Logan’s palms while he kicked his feet all over the place.

Logan stared at Virgil in awe. VIRGIL’S BACK IS TICKLISH?! He couldn’t believe it! Out of all the ticklish spots...his BACK was one of the worst?!

Logan soon stopped tickling Virgil and gave him a break. Virgil’s cackles slowly softened into giggles as his body went somewhat limp. His breathing was slowing down bit by bit as he rolled himself back onto his back. “You okay, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil giggled some more and gave him a thumbs up while he grabbed Bat Bean. Logan, happy to see him getting better, gave Virgil a belly rub with his index finger to relax him. Virgil’s giggles slowly faded and his body started to melt at the calming touch. “How about a really warm heated donut?” Logan offered.

Virgil gasped, sat up and nodded his head excitedly. With permission from the tiny side, Logan grabbed a tiny fabric donut with pink icing and sprinkles, and threw it into the microwave for 40 seconds. After the 40 seconds were over, Logan removed the donut heating pad from the microwave and lightly placed it onto his palm. Almost immediately, Virgil belly flopped onto the donut heating pad and snuggled into it.

It was SO WARM! SO BIG! SO SNOOOOOGGALEEE!

Virgil snuggled further into the donut heating pad and started to relax himself on the donut. The bottom of his legs were dangling off the donut, while the rest of his body was all snuggly on the side of the donut. Carefully and slowly, Logan placed the back of his hand down onto the desk. While Virgil relaxed further into the donut heating pad, Logan gently picked up the donut, set it down onto the desk and moved his hand away.

With Logan’s hand completely free and Virgil falling asleep on the heating pad, Logan gently moved Virgil’s bangs away and placed a light sheet on top of Virgil’s body.