#lee!chainsaw

Chainsaw was running all around the fields the contestants all lived on, yelling at anyone within his vicinity. Why? His team wouldn't listen to him all challenge and ended up losing, but when ever do they? So, of course, he takes his chance to call them "stupid" and "useless" to everyone else.

Basketball was minding his own business, napping on the ground, as he often did. He was laying on his side.

Chainsaw began walking towards his path unknowingly after getting cussed out by slipper after yelling at her. Chainsaw wasn't exactly suprised she did that, but he didnt know how to respond, so he just walked off. He regretted it soon after, he thought he should've just punched her in the face.

He groaned, annoyed and now also bored. There was nothing but endless grass. Until there wasn't.

"AH!"

"Wha-? Huh?!"

Chainsaw stepped back, looking down to find Basketball pulling his leg to himself and wincing. "Hey! You could at least watch where you're goin'!" Basketball stretched out his leg and investigated it. "Stepped right on my ankle. Jerk." Basketball would've spat at Chainsaw if he wasn't to busy with the fact his ankle was just stepped on.

Chainsaw rolled his eyes. "Not my problem. Did you're team ignore you the whole challenge and lose?!" Chainsaw waved his hands in the air. Basketballs eye twitched. "We're on the same team." Basketball slowly stood to his feet, stumbling over a little before finding his balance. Chainsaw groaned a little, his barbs making a "whrrr"ing noise that scared Basketball a little.

"Oh, don't go on a massacre now." Basketball said with an almost sarcastic tone. Chainsaw stared dead at Basketball, mildly unimpressed. Basketball chuckled.

"So, did you need anything, or did you just want to walk around and complain to whoever will listen?" Basketball asked.

"I wouldn't ever need anything from you, so why ask?" Chainsaw turned around.

"Well, you definitely seem eager to complain that you're team didnt listen to you or treat you as a leader, so maybe you would want me to do that." Basketball laughed at what he said, probably barely understanding a word of his own.

Chainsaw turned around, moving on impulse and shoving Basketball. Basketball gasped, falling with the noise that basketballs make when hitting the floor.

Chainsaw laughed a little. "For someone with such an attitude, you'd think they would know how to fight? Haha!" Chainsaw looked at Basketball with a condescending demeanor.

"Oh? You want me to know how to fight, huh?" Basketball stood up again and ran towards Chainsaw, quickly doing the first thing he could and biting his side. The noise that came out of Chainsaw wasn't what Basketball expected at all. It was a bit of a strangled, stiffled sound with his voice, and he wasn't really trying to hurt Basketball or use much force to get him off. Chainsaw just gently shoved at Basketballs head with his hand, looking away and avoiding eye contact.

Basketball just clung on, confused. Out of slight curiosity and a feeling of awkwardness for being still for to long, Basketball began to gently nibble a little more, earning another weird noise out of Chainsaw.

"S-Stop that!" Chainsaw finally said, but his voice lacked the edge it always did. Basketball raised an eyebrow, now slightly amused at this. He would've assumed Chainsaw would have a much easier time pulling Basketball off and throwing him or something, and honestly, Chainsaw should've by now. But was he even trying?

Basketball nibbled a little more, giving Chainsaw a smug expression.

"No!- I said stop! Get o-ohoff.." Chainsaws face got a little red and he covered his mouth, looking away.

Basketball was a little shocked by the uncharacteristic giggle that Chainsaw had let out, but he was also mildly confused.

Basketball continued his gentle nibbling, earning a whole array of muffled noises from Chainsaw.

"Alright! Enough! Stop!" Chainsaw said demandingly, pushing on Basketballs head with a little more force, but not as much as he should if he actually wanted him to get off. Basketball quickly knew that Chainsaw wasn't trying, really.

Basketball rolled his eyes and nibbled one more time before just letting himself fall off, earning some weird squeak sound from Chainsaw.

Basketball said giggling on the ground for a moment before speaking. "Were you even trying to get me to get off?" Basketball asked.

"Y-yes! Of course I was! I was just.. weakened by.. something.." Chainsaw said hesitantly. Basketball raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and what is this 'something'?" Basketball asked with a chuckle.

"Nothing! You're so nosy!" Chainsaw yelled.

"Alrighty, then." Basketball rolled his eyes. "What were all them noises about, then?" Basketball asked, genuinely not knowing.

Chainsaws face heated up a little more. "Again, Basketball, nothing! Do I have to throw you to make you stop asking me stupid questions!?" Chainsaw said loudly, practically announcing it to the one person; Basketball.

"Throw me, and I'll bite you again." Basketball said with a deadpan expression.

Chainsaw rubbed his face tiredly. "I'm not dealing with you right now." Chainsaw said, turning to walk off.

"Hey, wait!" Basketball got up and followed. "I still don't know what those noises were about." Basketball was mostly trying to get Chainsaw wriled up at this point, finding it funny to get him more mad.

"Ah- Why are you so curious!?" Chainsaw angrily yelled.

Basketball laughed in response. "Just tell me! Its not like I'll go spread it around or anything. At least.. I don't think I will." Basketball teased a little.

Chainsaw groaned. "..If I tell you, you'll go, won't you?" Chainsaw said sternly.

Basketball had a smug smirk playing on his face. "Oh, definitely," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

Chainsaw grumbled something under his breath, rubbing his head. "It just.. it just tickled a little bit, nothing important." Chainsaw said, trying to make his voice seem normal, but it had a tone of uncertainty.

Basketball looked both shocked and unsurprised somehow. "..Oh. I honestly don't know what I expected. I probably could've guessed, ey?"

"Can you go now?" Chainsaw asked, clearly annoyed. "Nah, I wanna have fun with this first." Basketball said.

Chainsaw's whole demeanor faltered for a moment before he returned to normal, looking rather angry. "No." He said.

Basketball ignored, quickly nipping onto Chainsaws side again.

Chainsaw felt all the laughs and little noises building in his throat, but he didnt want to let them out. He covered his mouth and looked away, not even trying to remove Basketball. Both of his hands were trying to keep his mouth shut.

Basketball found it rather amusing and slightly...endearing? He nibbled gently at Chainsaws side for a short while, long enough for Basketball to know Chainsaw wasn't gonna open his mouth anytime soon.

Basketball wondered what to do for a short while before an idea came to mind. He took a deep breath and blew with all of his force onto Chainsaws side.

Chainsaw wheezed. "Wha-WAIT- WAHAIAIT- NOHOOO! BASKETBAHAHA" his hands were still at his face, trying to shut himself up, but it was too late for that. He instead just covered his smile and failed to stiffle the noises.

Basketball smiled smugly, nibbling more and making exaggerated noises while doing so. "Nom, nom, nom," he said however he could while actively nibbling. "BASKETBALL! STOHOP! PLEAHAHASE! GAHAHA-" Chainsaw fell back, kicking on the ground while Basketball took a moment to realize that Chainsaw just flopped back before he continued to nibble.

After a short while, Basketball let go, walking another direction. Chainsaw assumed Basketball had just walked off, so he would lay there to catch his breath. He did that until he felt- "Nom." Basketball nibbled his handle.

"NAHOHO- BASKETBALLLL- STOHOP! NOT THERE, NOHOT THERE!" Chainsaw cackled, kicking his legs rapidly and throwing his head back.

Basketball chuckled stiffly. "What? Bad spot?" He teased, muffled by the fact he was still actively nibbling. "I thought you would've thrown me by now if you really wanted.

Chainsaw didn't respond. He didn't know how to, plus he could barely speak full sentences, or even full words.

Basketball stopped nibbling again after a short bit, stepping on top of Chainsaw and sitting on his stomach. "..How's you're day been?" He said jokingly. Chainsaw caught his breath before speaking. "Shut..up." He growled.

"Oh, telling me to shut up, are we?" Basket ball said, using his foot to gently knead Chainsaws stomach. Chainsaw made some weird noises again, bringing his hands to his face once more, but he wasn't covering his mouth this time. He was covering his eyes, trying to instead hide the red fluster that came on his face, both from embarrassment and from the fact he was being tickled.

"Haven't thrown me halfway across the island yet," Basketball said. "that's a suprise with you. Do you like this?" Basketball asked it like it was a casual question.

"N..Nohooo.." Chainsaw said through little giggles. Basketball chuckled. "I dunno if I believe that." He said, rolling his eyes.

He used both his feet to knead at Chainsaws stomach gently. Chainsaw was mostly giggling as quietly as he could, but sometimes Basketball would be able to get a squeak or snort out of him.

Basketball stopped kneading after a long while of that. He looked at Chainsaws face, finding the wide, shaky leftover smile as Chainsaw let out extra giggles.

Basketball smiled before hopping off of Chainsaw, laying next to his side and nuzzling into it gently.

Chainsaw laughed a little more again, squirming slightly and kicking his legs once more, just lighter than before.

"Stohop.. Basketbahahall! I said toho stop!" Chainsaw tried to sound angry, but with all the laughter piling in his throat at once, it was almost impossible.

"I heard. This just just funner than stopping. Plus, easy way to cool off after that godforsaken challenge. Don't you agree?" Basketball said smugly, still nuzzling.

"Just- stohopp it!" Chainsaw moved his hands from his face, sitting up and putting a hand on Basketball. It scared Basketball a little, and he quickly stopped, but he could get a glance at Chainsaws smile and the red that covered his face. Chainsaw tried to look angry, but he couldnt exactly get the smile to leave right away after, so he would lay on the ground covering the lower half of his face, hoping Basketball wouldn't notice. Spoiler alert: he noticed. Just didn't mention.

Basketball sat next to Chainsaw, curling up next to him and going to sleep like he did before Chainsaw stepped on his ankle earlier. Chainsaw sighed, closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep as well.

Chip has always been "close" with Chainsaw, or at least, they've gotten along with eachother more than others get along with them.

Another fact about Chip: he was always moving his hands in some way. Whether it be exploring a texture, tapping, or just straight up waving his hands excitedly, he's always stimming. It's never been a big deal except for small times where he'd accidentally hit Chainsaw. They'd wrestle like they despise eachother.

Chainsaw tiredly leaned against Chip without much thought, as Chip was shorter and surprisingly didn't argue much when Chainsaw did it.. He had just got eliminated and sent to the dark pit of despair, and he was now complaining about people he blamed for it. Chip didn't care to listen to much.

"And Bottle, over here, just completely ruined it!" He hollered. Chip yawned.

"Didn't you mess up her game sometimes, to?" He mumbled. Chainsaw gave him an irritated glare. Chip shrugged with a smug smirk. Chainsaw looked angry. "Acting like you wouldn't be mad about it?" Chainsaw pointed at Chip, poking his cheek. Chip waved his hand in Chainsaws face. "Yea, yea. I'm not fighting with you right now." Chip said, annoyed like he hadn't began irritating Chainsaw first.

Chainsaw chuckled, taking it as a win. He put his arms behind his head comfortably.

They sat in silence for a short while before Chip subconsciously decided he had sat still for to long.

Chip pulled his legs to his chest, leaned his arm over his legs, and rested his chin on his arm. He then used his free hand to reach up to Chainsaws side and lazily trace circles and tap on the smooth metal Chainsaw was made of. It was just an innocent stim. Chip didn't think much of it.

But, God, did Chainsaw.

He flinched at the gentle traces and light taps, hesitating whether or not he should put his arms down. Chainsaw held his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and decided to try hard to keep quiet. If he actually ended up laughing and let Chip find out he was ticklish, there were many possibilities- one of the worst would probably be Chip embarrassing him and letting everyone know he was ticklish, or maybe Chip would stop being "half-friends" with him.

"Wait, is Chip even ticklish?" Chainsaw thought, squinting his eyes.

The tingles that Chip didn't mean to give Chainsaw felt as if they were getting worse and worse, his sides desperately wanting him to get Chips hand away and defend himself, but Chainsaw refused to.

Chainsaw bit his tongue and held onto his elbows, trying harder to will his arms to keep in place.

"Snrk-"

Dammit.

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit-

"You good?" Chip asked, but his tone made it sound like he didn't really care. His tracing slowed down, but didn't stop. Chainsaw flinched at the question.

"Oh, yea, why wouldn't I be?" Chainsaws voice was a little shaky. Chip raised a brow. "...dude, what is your problem?" Chip asked a little more sternly. His tracing sped up again. Fuck.

"I-It's noho-nothing!" Chainsaw's face flushed. He didn't mean to let even the smallest laugh out. Chip had a confused expression before a smirk. "Whats so funny?" He asked, not as a tease as he still didn't know, but, God, Chainsaw hated each second. "Nothing, Chip!" Chainsaw put his arms down, which pinned Chips hand in place and gave Chainsaw a surge of relief as the tingles stopped momentarily.

Chips breath hitched as his hand got pinned, and he quickly tried to pull his arm away. Chainsaw lifted his own arm to give Chip freedom.

"Don't do that again." Chainsaw hissed. Chip looked a little irritated. "Do what, idiot? What's your issue right now?!"

"Don't tap my side like you were doing! It feels.. weird." Chainsaw averted eye contact, an embarrassed blush covering his face, but he tried to keep an angry expression.

Chip huffed. "Weird?" He asked, a deadpan tone. "Yes, weird. Stop acting odd over it." Chainsaw crossed his arms. Chip took a chance to mess with Chainsaw, gently rubbing and tracing over Chainsaw's side again. Chainsaws breath hitched and he almost ripped himself away from Chip.

"Wha- I said stop!" Chainsaw yelled. "I don't have a good reason to!" Chip said with a braggish tone. Chainsaw groaned, shoving Chips hand away. "It tickles! Its annoying! Now quit!" Chainsaw said quickly, shoving all his words out with one breath.

Chip quickly grinned, chuckling. "Oh? You're ticklish?" Chip laughed quietly.

Chainsaw looked nervous. Chip could do so much stuff now?! He could completely ruin him! Chip probably wouldn't hesitate either! He always brings others down for shits and giggles-

"Can't say i expected that, but alright!" Chip shrugged, poking Chainsaw's side. Chainsaw squeaked and smacked Chips hand away. "STOP!" Chainsaw hollered.

Chip looked completely unaffected. "Sure," He said smugly. He reached out and squeezed Chainsaws side. Chainsaw bit his tongue and waved his hand at Chip instead of trying to remove his hand.

"Quit it! I said stop!" Chainsaw tried to fight a shaky smile, but it was slowly coming through.

Chip leaned up more and used both hands, one skittering up and down Chainsaws side and the other squeezing Chainsaws other side.

"Wait- WAIT- WAHAIT-" Chainsaw tried to shove Chips hands, but couldn't make himself, so he brought his hands to his chest in a "t-rex arms" position. "STOP! NAHO!" Chainsaw squealed.

Chip snickered. "Why didn't I realize you are this sensitive earlier?" Chip said, gently shoving Chainsaw flat down on the ground, but careful not to cause actual harm to him. He then sat down on Chainsaws hips, skittering over Chainsaws stomach. Chainsaw laughed harder, trying desperately to silence himself and squirm. "NO! I SAID STOP SO MANY TIMES! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAHAND ABOUT "STAHAP"?!" Chainsaw cackled.

"I dunno, maybe I can't understand over all your loud laughter.~" Chip said sarcastically.

Chainsaw covered his face and tried to pull his mouth shut. He did quiet his laughs slightly, but not enough. Tears were filling his eyes and he was kicking around with all his energy. "God, are you really this sensitive?" Chip moved up and scribbled at Chainsaws underarms. Chainsaw let go of his mouth and let his arms snap down to cover his sides, practically trapping Chips hands there, but also giving Chip a free way to dig into his ribs and underarms.

"Was that an attempt to stop me? I can't stop if you trap my hands!?" Chip teased. "I'll stop if you let my hands go, silly?!" Chip didn't mean to use the nickname, but Chainsaw didn't argue. "I C-CAHANT! STAP! NO- I CAN'T LIHIFT MY AHAHARMS! IT TICKLES TO MUHUACH!" Chainsaw let out another out-of-character squeal. Chip rolled his eyes. "Well, I ain't gonna stop until you do,~" Chip said, not letting up.

He kept digging and destroying Chainsaw's ribs and armpits, making him squirm, squeak, snort, cackle, any noise he could let out along with begging for mercy or at least a break.

"PLEHAHAHAHAHAHASE! NOOO! NAHAOO!" Chainsaw snorted after pleading.

Chip giggled. "I told you~ I won't stop until you lift up your arms! My hands are stuck here until then.~" Chip chuckled with pride.

Chainsaw finally slowly willed his limbs to listen. He planted his feet down and slowly lifted his arms to let Chips hands out, his laughter getting louder as he did. God, the tickles just got worse the more vulnerable he let the spots be.

As promised, Chip slowed his tickles before coming to a complete stop. He rested his hands on Chainsaws stomach, looking up at the person he was wrecking.

Chainsaw was desperately catching his breath, his face flushed and tears in his eyes, some spilling out. Despite all of that, he had a wobbly, hesitant smile plastered on his face that he just couldn't seem to get rid of.

Chip leaned down without warning and blew a big, dramatic raspberry on Chainsaws stomach. Chainsaw flailed around and bucked, waving his limbs all over and beginning to instinctively hit Chip in an attempt to stop him. Chip only stopped when Chainsaw's blades started moving, mostly out of slight fear and mostly shock.

Chip chuckled and stood up, stepping off of Chainsaw. Chainsaw rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his ribs and sides.

Chip felt prideful and smug. He had a smirk as he looked down at the giggly Chainsaw.

"..J-Jerk." Chainsaw huffed out, sitting up before moving to stand.

Chip made a claw hand and got towards Chainsaw. "Oh, so you want a round two?" He moved the claw hand towards Chainsaws stomach and squeezed gently. Chainsaw squeaked and shoved Chips hand away. "No!" Chainsaw hissed. Chip chuckled and put his hands behind his back. "Alrighty!~"