“Dream! Come on, I have to show you something!” 

Dream rolled his eyes as Sapnap called him from downstairs for the fifth time in under a minute, chuckling to himself at how impatient he could be. Despite being annoyed, he was also incredibly intrigued, and so he saved the video he had been editing before standing up to go see what all the fuss was about. On his short walk to the end of the hallway, he could hear George squealing and protesting, though he couldn’t make out what was being said. 

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I finished the video?” Dream called as he reached the thin railing at the top of the steps, clasping his hands around it and leaning forward to find where the two boys were. However, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the unexpected scene below him. 

In the living room was Sapnap, straddling a very squirmy George on the couch. George was screaming and thrashing around while Sapnap was beside himself with laughter through it all. They continued to fight as Dream quickly made his way down the steps, almost losing his balance as he refused to take his eyes off the two as he descended. 

“What are you doing-“ Dream’s question was cut off by a squeal from George, who was throwing his body around so violently it looked as if Sapnap was riding a bull. 

“DREAM! STOP HIM!” 

“Well, what is he-“ Again, Dream’s question was cut off by a scream, this time coming from Sapnap. George had attempted to knee him between the legs, and Sapnap had barely stopped it before it was too late.

“Well now you’re really fucked, aren’t you, George?” Sapnap leaned down close to his face, invading his space with a wide smirk as George’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He shook his head from side to side frantically, spewing out apologies and practically pleading for his life. 

“No! No nohoho no! P-Please! Sapnap, come on!” George pleaded through nervous giggles as he continued to kick and squirm, attempting to escape the smaller boy in any way he could. But Sapnap held his own on George’s waist, clamping his thighs tighter together and giggling triumphantly when it effectively lessened the squirming.

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?” Dream spoke up awkwardly, now standing at the end of the couch, unsure of what to do. Sapnap and George immediately looked towards the voice, almost as if they forgot the other was there in the first place.

“Oh, right! So, our best buddy Georgie here is- MHF!” George had successfully slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth, preventing him from sharing the information with their third party. Sapnap raised an eyebrow down at George, and no more than a second later Sapnap’s hands lowered onto his ribs. The hand over his mouth immediately dropped as George brought his arms to his sides, pressing them tightly against his body as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in what seemed to be agony. 

“George are you-“

“Oh don’t worry, he’s fine! He just doesn’t want you to find out about his little secret.” Sapnap cut him off once again, causing Dream to run a hand through his messy curls in frustration. 

“Shut UP, Snapmap!” George hissed from below Sapnap, articulating the dreaded nickname as he reached both hands up to try and cover his mouth again. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap’s strength was too much for him, and his wrists were scooped up into a tight hold. 

“If he doesn’t want me to know, it’s okay!” Dream blurted out quickly, seeing how panicked George was becoming. Sapnap shook his head as he chuckled, looking down at George with wiggling eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the blonde.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Sapnap started, his chuckles turning into bright giggles as George struggled harder than he had before to break free. The older boy let out a scream, trying to talk over Sapnap, which in turn only made him more keen on exposing him. George continued to scream every time Sapnap attempted to even open his mouth, and finally fed up with the boy, he placed his hand harshly over George’s mouth. When the noise was finally muffled, Sapnap flashed Dream the biggest smile he had ever seen in their time living together.

“The big secret is that our little friend here…” Sapnap raised his eyebrows as his mouth hung open, pausing for dramatic effect to make Dream laugh. “Is extremely, devastatingly, ticklish.”

Dream felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, no doubt looking like a lost puppy as his two friends watched his reaction. George whined behind Sapnap’s hand, squealing when Sapnap released his previously held wrist in favor of roughly squeezing his cheek. The pinching hand was quickly slapped away, but Sapnap made sure to keep his other pressed tightly over George’s mouth. Dream made his way over to where they were on the couch, standing over them and shrugging his shoulders at the two.

“…Really? That’s it?” Dream questioned, not understanding what the huge deal was.

“No, like, Dream. You have to see it. It’s kind of insane how ticklish he is.” Sapnap explained, giggling as George began screaming behind his hand again. Dream looked down at George, purely out of curiosity, and was surprised when the brunette immediately turned his head to face the couch cushions. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze to Sapnap, questioning the action, but it went ignored.

“I’m serious! You need to see it! No, wait. Actually, you need to experience it. You need to tickle him, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed, giggling again when George tried to buck his hips up to make Sapnap lose his balance. 

“No, come on Sap, I can see he doesn’t like it.” Dream spoke softly, craning his neck slightly as he leaned his body forward to try and get a glimpse of George. This only made him lean into the cushions more, now trapping Sapnap’s hand between his mouth and the couch. 

“No no, don’t mind him! He’s fine, Dream! Just scribble your fingers here!” Sapnap poked at George’s lower tummy twice, making George jolt underneath him and causing Dream to jump back at the panicked action. 

“Sapnap, no, we don’t have to-“ Dream tried again, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot, watching as George fought for his life underneath the youngest boy. Sapnap finally removed his hand from over George’s mouth, successfully opening the floodgates to his screams and frantic laughter. George kept his forehead pressed against the cushions, leaving room for him to continue yelling as he blindly battled with Sapnap’s hands that were actively trying to render his own useless. 

“It’s fine! He loves it!” Sapnap countered through bubbly giggles, his voice growing louder to drown out George’s girlish screams as he finally managed to wrangle the small wrists down against the couch. 

Dream crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbows in thought, trying to find the words to make Sapnap stop, when George finally turned his head away from the couch. This left room for the two to finally make eye contact. It was brief, only lasting a few seconds before George turned back towards the couch, but Dream knew immediately what was really going on. It wasn’t that George was uncomfortable like he had initially thought; it wasn’t because he hated it. 

Dream was incredibly familiar with George’s tells. Like how his nose would scrunch up whenever he tried a new food he didn’t like. The way George would mess with his hair whenever he got tired, always tangling small strands around his pointer finger without a thought. Dream knew that  whenever George would stomp down the steps to steer clear of him until he satisfied his inner hunger-beast. 

And he definitely recognized this particular George.

The deep red in his cheeks. The glassy eyes. The continuous whining through his protests that seemed never ending. Dream knew what this really was. George was simply embarrassed. 

Realizing this, Dream felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away, finally allowing his arms to drop and a smile to form over his face. He took a step forward, his knees lightly pressing into the seat cushions as he leaned his upper body over George. Already anticipating he would hide further into the couch, Dream brought a hand up to lean on the back of the couch to steady himself and used his free hand to run through George’s hair. Dream’s smile widened when George let out a high pitched whine at the feeling, angry at his body for betraying him as he leaned into the touch. 

“Someone’s embarrassed.” Dream stated nonchalantly, sending George into another round of loud protests that had Sapnap in near stitches. Hearing both boys giggle only made George’s blush spread, and he quickly hid his face back into the cushion as his face continued to rise in temperature. 

“Awh, is wittle Georgie embawassed?” Sapnap teased, squeezing his wrists a few times playfully to make George struggle against him more. To his surprise, George wasn’t fighting back nearly as hard anymore. Dream was still scratching lightly at his scalp, and the longer it went on the more Sapnap felt George relax beneath him. Slowly, Sapnap released George’s hands, silently observing as the wrists stayed pressed to the couch despite not being held down anymore. 

“You’re both idiots.” George mumbled quietly into the fabric, bringing his left hand up to cover his ear and the visible side of his face to hide his own smile. Sapnap reached out to grab onto his wrist, ready to pull it back down, but Dream stopped him before he could. Sapnap met his eyes in confusion, only to have his features soften a few seconds later when he understood the silent agreement Dream was trying to make. 

“Oh, come on, George. I can tell you love this. Just let it happen.” Dream suggested, receiving a high pitched growl in response. His hand never wavered from carding through George’s hair as he slowly brought himself down into a kneeling position, therefore freeing up the hand he was using to balance himself against the couch. He brought the hand down the front of the cushion slowly, allowing George time to stop him if he wanted to.

But he didn’t. Just like Dream expected.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?” George’s nod was almost missed, and would’ve been if Dream hadn’t been watching the blush slowly spread onto his ears. The tips of them were beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and Dream wondered if his cheeks were the same hue. He quickly dispelled the curiosity though, not wanting to make George shy away while in this very vulnerable position. 

“Mh mhhm.” Sapnap and Dream exchanged a quick glance to see if the other had caught what George said, but unfortunately neither did. Sapnap sat back on his heels, providing George more space to breathe as Dream did the same. The only touch left on George was the hand steadily scratching, with Dream’s fingertips lightly resting against the seat cushion next to his torso. 

“What was that, baby?” Sapnap tried to be as soft as possible, understanding the importance of keeping his tone neutral so as to not spook George.

“My…my hands.” 

“What about them?” Dream spoke next, leaning a little closer in to hear the muffled speech. 

“I just. I can’t keep them down once you start.” He practically whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover his face completely as he spoke. Dream moved his hand from the couch to rest it against George’s bicep closest to him, rubbing soothingly over the shirt sleeve with his thumb. 

“That’s okay, angel, if you need to stop me you can.” He reassured George, carding a little more harshly through his hair as a playful gesture with his gentle words.

“Well…it’s not that I want to. I just…can’t help it.” George let his voice trail off into a whisper, obviously embarrassed about his confession. He quickly tried to twist his body away from the two, but was stopped by Dream’s sudden grip on his arm. The older boy whimpered, allowing himself to be returned to his position on his back, facing the ceiling. His hands were still clamped tightly over his face, a poor attempt at blocking the two from seeing his blush. Dream and Sapnap just about cooed audibly at that, but stopped themselves before they ruined the calm atmosphere they were currently in. 

“Do you want me to hold your wrists down for you?” Dream asked. George slowly spread his fingers apart, meeting Dream’s eyes before speaking. 

“No, not you! Sapnap!” He barked, closing the gaps in his fingers when the two laughed at his outburst. “You think I want Sapnap to do that to me? He’ll kill me!” Sapnap sat up on his knees with a hand thrown over his heart like he had just been shot, offended by George’s accusation. 

“To be fair, he does have a point, Sap.” George giggled quietly at the comment, causing Sapnap to poke timidly into his lower ribs with both pointer fingers. Dream watched as George’s body jerked to the side, amazed at how such a tiny touch could produce such a reaction. 

“See! I told you he was bad!” Sapnap playfully slapped Dream’s shoulder when he noticed him looking, further proving the point he was previously attempting to make. 

“Shut up!” George screeched from behind his hands, moving them up his face slightly until he was able to lightly grip some of his hair that draped over his forehead. Dream shot one last warning glare Sapnap’s way before he turned back to George, delicately gripping his wrists and moving them slowly towards Sapnap; slow enough that George could stop it if he wanted to. 

But again, he didn’t. And again, it was exactly what Dream had expected. 

Sapnap took George’s wrists, moving them down until his hands rested against the couch on either side of his thighs. Dream sat up further, crowding a little more into George’s space in order to place both hands on either side of his ribcage. He looked down at George, searching for any sign that he wanted this to stop, that he was uncomfortable, too nervous, but Dream found none. And so, he lifted his hands from the couch and let them touch down onto George’s body, not moving them yet, but resting so he could get used to the feeling at his own pace. 

“Fuck!” George cried out when he felt Dream’s fingers press against his lowest set of ribs, throwing himself upwards as his back arched into the sky against his will. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the couch again, embarrassed by his own reactions. 

“I didn’t even do anything yet, George.” Dream snorted.

“I-I know but, like, I know you’re gonna!” George whined, throwing his head back when Dream poked his cheek to get him to return his head straight so they could see him. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at either of them but still obeying Dream’s quiet request anyway.

“It’s alright, Georgie. It’s just a little tickling.” Sapnap teased, vibrating George’s wrists softly into the couch as he spoke. George giggled at that, followed by a deep exhale he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. And after that much needed release, his nerves were finally calming down. 

“I know, I know. But it’s still, like..y’know, flustering or whatever.” George grumbled, peeking out of one eye to see what the two were up to. Just as he decided to do that, though, Dream poked gently up his ribs, directly up to the highest ones, stopping there when George shrieked in response. 

“Plehehease please please! No!” His laughter was louder now that Dream was focused on such a tiny, hypersensitive spot, unable to hold it in any longer. Sapnap giggled along with George as he made sure to keep the squirmy boy down, leaning forward slightly to put more of his weight into restraining George. 

“You’re okay, George. Like Sap said, it’s just a little bit of tickling, right?” It was Dream’s turn to tease him, relishing in the feeling of being the one to make George react like this. He pressed two of his fingers into both sides of his upper ribs, rubbing slightly to see what George would do.

“FUCK NOHOHOHO!” George was howling at that, the sound of heavy thudding coming from behind Sapnap as George drummed his legs against the couch as he thrashed. Dream wished he could whip out his phone and snap a picture of Sapnap, who looked as if he’d just found a goldmine. Technically, it was Dream who found it, but Sapnap’s reaction was just as good as George’s was. 

“Are you doing okay?” Dream asked loud enough for George to hear over his own laughter. He saw a slight nod but decided to pause entirely to make sure, not wanting to overwhelm George. 

“Yehehes, I’m okay, just…please, you hahave to move!” George pleaded as he let his head lull to the side, breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the mini tickle attack. Dream rolled his eyes as he watched George’s chest heave up and down dramatically, still surprised at the intense reactions such little tickling was causing.

“Okay, giggly boy, I hear you loud and clear,” Dream began, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers over George’s torso. “How about…here?” 

“Wh- NO!” George’s protest came too late as Dream tapped his fingers gently over his lower tummy, kneading gently into it and giggling softly to himself when George squealed in response. He felt his finger catch on the edge of his bellybutton, making George’s laughter jump an octave. Dream ran his fingers over the spot directly under it, back and forth, over and over, until eventually deciding to spider them out towards his hips. Sapnap bounced as George attempted to buck his hips into the air, squealing when Dream’s thumbs found his hip bones and rubbed into them roughly. 

“Oh, there’s good, huh?” Dream commented, looking up to Sapnap for confirmation while George was busy laughing under his fingers. 

“Definitely a good spot. I like to get there when he’s being annoying.” Sapnap answered, laughing when Dream tweaked his hip bones again, causing George to squeal through his hysterics. He noted the spot in his mind and continued his ticklish journey to the spots that made George laugh the hardest. His squeezing migrated up to his sides, eyes widening when George suddenly twisted his whole body away from Dream. Sapnap used his knee to press into George’s hip, trapping his waist down against the couch so Dream could continue tickling up his sides. Dream tested the spot further, letting his hands dip under George’s shirt to skitter cold fingertips along the warm skin. 

“Dohohon’t! Plehease!” George begged as Dream’s fingers continued their venture, making sure to knead over each and every rib as they climbed higher and higher. Sapnap watched in awe as George squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a few stray tears collecting together at the outer corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh himself silly. 

“Please? But I have to! You wanted this, remember?” Dream reminded him, using two fingers on each side to act as if his fingers were actually walking up his ribcage. George squirmed from side to side, as much as he could with Sapnap’s full weight practically holding him in place. 

“‘H-Hold my hands Sapnap! Dream, don’t tickle me too much pwetty pwease!’” Sapnap mocked, breaking out into his own laughter when George let out what could only be described as a lion cub’s roar trying to cover up Sapnap’s teases. 

“Stohop, idiot!” George pleaded through his laughter, kicking harder against the couch as he tried to expel the ticklish energy that was coursing through him. 

“Awh, Dweam, I think the pretty kitty is angwy!” Sapnap pretended to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as much as he could as he looked at Dream for fake sympathy. Dream gasped at the comment, feigning surprise at George’s complaints.

“The pretty kitty is angry?” Dream stopped tickling for a moment, removing his hands from under George’s shirt and bringing one up to rest under his chin as he pretended to think over his options. “Well, I think I have just the thing to help with that!” 

“Wait, no, nonono!” George cried out, throwing himself forward to try and counteract Sapnap’s weight to knock him off balance, but all he accomplished was giving Sapnap more of a reason to make him suffer. 

“You wanna play it like that, baby boy? Okay, I can do that.” Sapnap spoke flatly, stopping his moments for a second before throwing himself further over George, flinging his arms up and over his head, pressing his wrists deep into the cushions as George begged and apologized profusely under him. 

“Noho NO! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry!” George tried to talk his way out of his impending doom, but it fell onto deaf ears as Sapnap leaned forward slightly, dragging his wrists up further until George’s arms were practically straight up over his head. The position had him completely stretched out, not only extending the area of his torso, but more importantly, leaving a very vulnerable opening under his arms. 

“Sorry won’t cut it, George. We want you to be happy! We can’t have our little kitty angry, now, can we?” Dream spoke over the screaming, ignoring the many apologies and threats that were now being thrown their way. “You leave us no choice, pretty boy.” With that, Dream lunged forward, letting his fingers dance under George’s arms with speed and precision that only a ballerina could possess. 

It was an understatement to claim that George lost his mind. 

George screamed out, high pitched and desperate as Dream’s fingers made circles under his arms, zoning in on the very centers. His laughter was hysterical, having no choice but to lay there and take whatever tickles Dream decided to make him endure. There was a brief pause, just to let George take in a quick gasp of air, and then Dream was back to the torment.

“Surely it can’t be that bad, George.” Sapnap chortled, watching as the small body below him writhed in ticklish agony. Dream took this opportunity to shove his hands inside of George’s shirt sleeves, using his two pointer fingers to gently scribble at the outer parts of his armpits, watching for every tiny jump and twitch from George as he did. 

“Yeah, I’m sure I could be doing something much worse,” Dream smirked, looking up at Sapnap with raised eyebrows as he began to spider all ten of his fingers under George’s arms. “Something like this, right? That’s worse?” 

“Wh-wait, wa-AHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO!” George was full on shrieking now, squirming and thrashing and throwing his body every which way to try and escape the torturous feeling. As Dream continued the tickling, George quickly lost his ability to speak, just blurting out little half pleads here and there whenever he got a second to breathe. His head was titled so far back the two thought he might snap it off if he leaned it back any farther. The tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes finally fell, rapidly descending down each side of his cheeks, right over his ears, that were burning hot from all the laughing. 

“Okay I think- woah! What- Sapnap!”

Just as Dream had noticed the tears and decided to put an end to George’s torment, Sapnap had other ideas. He let go of George’s wrists, allowing him to fling them down, nearly decapitating Dream in the process, in favor of reaching behind him to squeeze the inner part of George’s thighs. His laughter refused to go any higher, and so it went silent as he pounded his fists against Sapnap’s own thighs. 

“Okay, Sap, that’s enough. We’re not trying to kill him!” Dream reached behind Sapnap, quickly putting an end to Sapnap’s vice-like grip on George’s thighs. Sapnap rolled his eyes with an overexaggerated sigh, annoyed that his fun was ruined before it even got started. 

“I guess you’re right.” Sapnap pouted again as he climbed off of George, picking up his legs and placing them over his own thighs as Sapnap sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed at the sore muscles, giggling when bubbly laughter exploded from George at the action. 

“Y-You were supposed tohoho be nihihice!” George weakly pointed a finger in Dream’s direction, causing the two boys to laugh along with him when he pointed the complete opposite way of Dream, his eyes still closed as he took in quick gasps through the leftover giggles to try and steady his breathing. Dream slid his arms under George’s torso, picking him up and maneuvering a very limp George into his lap as he climbed up onto the couch next to Sapnap. He draped George’s back over his thighs, using his arm as a headrest for George. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to get carried away when I’m tickling someone this cute.” Dream smiled down at him, bringing his thumbs up to rub the tears away from under George’s eyes. A moment later, George’s eyes fluttered open, his hands coming up to rub his knuckles harshly into them as he got used to the light again. 

“Yeah, yeah. Remember that when I get you both back, later.” George threatened, giggling up at the two when they exchanged nervous glances. “Yeah, that’s right. And don’t think you both will team up on me again. You’re both too smart for that. You’ll turn on each other, just wait.” 

Sapnap and Dream turned towards each other, smiles slowly fading into determined looks. Suddenly George was on his back on the floor as they both scrambled to run out of the living room, trailing each other up the steps, shouting threats and cursing each other as they made their way to their respective rooms, slamming the doors behind them. Not even a second later, George heard his phone vibrating like crazy on the couch cushions above him. He picked up his phone, smirking when he had messages from both boys, detailing each other’s weaknesses and vowing to make amends with him to take the other one down. George giggled to himself, standing up and walking over to where Patches had been sitting on the other end of the couch, snuggling up with her.

He had them exactly where he wanted them. 

Dream had unfortunately caught George looking at fanfiction about himself. They had been sharing a bed and using their own phones, but Dream had fallen asleep. George took the opportunity to start clicking through links to different art and fanfiction focused on himself. The stuff he looked at was getting more and more niche as he went on.

He fell into a community he hadn’t known existed; tickling. There was an incredible amount of content. His skin prickled as his eyes skimmed over summaries of stories where he was tickled by his friends. He peeked over at Dream’s sleeping form before starting to read.

When Dream woke up and started looking over his shoulder, he was reading a story that focused around George’s feet being tickled by a variety of people and tools. At the particular moment Dream saw; Sapnap was holding him down and scrubbing his oiled up feet with a hairbrush. It was something neither Dream or George had heard of before.

George’s toes curled under the blanket at the description of the tickling. It seemed brutal. The George in the story was crying and begging for mercy. He shivered as he thought about what that would feel like. It seemed like such a bizarre and specific scenario, so he knew it’s something he would never actually experience. Not that he wanted to. Just…he doesn’t know what it would feel like. He scrolled the text on the screen up and down slowly; finished but not wanting to move on. He was stuck on the idea.

“Do you like to be tickled?”, Dream asked softly from behind him. George’s heart fell into his stomach and he clutched his phone to his chest.

“I…uh.”, he stuttered. He was speechless. Dream had seen that. He froze completely, terrified to look at the other boy.

“I’m sorry. I just woke up and didn’t realize you were looking at something private. It’s okay Georgie.”, Dream spoke softly. A large hand squeezed his shoulder. He shook his head. His face burned hotter by the second. He didn’t think he’d ever been so embarrassed in his life. He cleared his throat, but couldn’t talk. “It’s okay! I’ve never seen tickling like that before. Looks really intense. That’s kinda fun! C’mon Georgie, talk to me.”.

“I don’t like being tickled…”, he choked out. “I was just looking at a bunch of different stuff. I don’t even know what, like. It was just some weird fanfiction. I don’t even know what that is.”.

“It’s not weird. I read fanfiction sometimes too!”, he said and pulled George back so he was laying on his back. “Oh George…”, he murmured softly when he saw the horribly embarrassed state his best friend was in.

George stared back up at Dream. He had to be the perfect kind of person to catch him like that. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in his voice or expression.

“I was just curious.”, he said carefully. “Like, of what the fans are writing about. I was looking at a bunch of different stuff.”. Dream smiled and nodded.

“I get that. Did you find anything interesting?”. George ignored the question and studied Dream instead. There was a hint of mischief in his tone. “You’re pretty ticklish.”.

“Stop.”, George narrowed his eyes. Dream grinned.

“Well, you are! Like, extremely ticklish.”.

“Shut up, Dream.”.

Dream sat up and looked across the room at his desk. George looked as well, trying to see what Dream had honed in on. He had to hold back a gasp when he realized there was a hairbrush sitting on the desk.

“Dream…”, he warned lowly.

“I think I have a bottle of baby oil in the hallway closet.”.

“No. Dream, no.”. Dream grinned down at him wolfishly and sat up a little more. “Hey! No!”.

Consequently; the chase scene. The house was filled with squeaky panicked laughter and screams of terror as Dream chased George down like an animal.

It wasn’t long before he was caught. Dream’s legs were longer and George hadn’t worked out in months. The boy yelped as he was grabbed and pinned to the ground.

“No!!”, he screamed. It echoed through the house. Atleast Sapnap wasn’t there to witness his defeat. He was manhandled onto his front and Dream straddled his waist, facing his legs. The younger quickly got to work grabbing his ankles and prying off his socks. “Please!”, he whined. Fuck, he was so muffined. Dream dusted his fingertips across one of George’s soles, startling a shriek out of him. “Oh god!”. No one had touched his feet in so long.

“Oh Georgie…”, Dream muttered, amused.

As soon as his feet were being slathered in oil, he was a mess. His entire body jumped at the sensitivity and he giggled hysterically. Helplessly, he banged on the floor.

“I can’t handle it!! Dream!!”, he begged.

“Oh my god! You’re so dramatic!”.

“No!! No, don’t!”, he squeaked out through his giggles. He felt Dream push his fingers through his toes and he screamed at the feeling.

“George!”, Dream laughed.

“Stop!! Stop!!!”, he dissolved quickly into laughter. His feet almost vibrated at the new touch. “That tickles!”, he squeaked. His voice sounded so desperate, so in disbelief of the feeling.

“Is it really that bad?”, Dream teased, grinning back at the squirming boy as he skittered his nails down one of the oily feet. George wailed. “Whoa!”.

George was beside himself, and Dream hadn’t even really started yet.

“Are you ready for the brush?”.

“No!!”, he flailed his body, but got nowhere.

The terrible brush came down on George’s slippery sole and Dream held his ankle in place while he scrubbed it. George’s vision blacked for a second when he suddenly lost his breath at the feeling. He scrambled silently against the ground for a few seconds, then let out a piercing scream as he was overwhelmed with the feeling. Nothing had ever tickled so bad before. His entire leg flinched roughly, almost escaping Dream’s hold.

George’s lungs weren’t able to form a laugh with the intensity of it all, so he just twisted and screamed again. Dream laughed and pulled away the brush.

“Are you okay?”, he grinned back at the boy. George broke down into laughter. He was shaking, his skin still in shock over the feeling.

“No more!”, he cried out.

“Pfft. George.”, Dream shook his head in disbelief before tightening his grip on the ankle and aiming the brush for George’s ticklish toes. The boy’s laughter cut off into silence as he spasmed underneath Dream. His foot flinched and shook. It was unbearable. Suddenly, he screamed like he was being murdered.

Dream laughed and pulled the brush away again. George squeaked and burst into hysterical laughter. It had a desperate ring to it like Dream had never heard before. He wasn’t being tickled, but the tingles left behind from the bristles were torture.

“You’re laughing now…but it tickles right? You sound insane when I do it.”, Dream asked, tinged a little with concern. He had never seen his best friend in such a state. The boy nodded through his laughter.

“Please…please…”, his whimpers broke through. Dream couldn’t help but coo.

Testingly, he pressed the bristles to George’s toes again. He squealed and pounded on the ground.

“Does that tickle?”, he asked in a baby voice. “Does it tickle tickle tickle?”. He held the foot carefully and teased the bristles into the stems and pads of his toes. The entire foot was shaking. George’s squeal was thrown up into octaves higher and higher until his outburst.

“Dream!! I hate you!!!”, he shrieked. Dream shook his head and scrubbed down the entire sole in punishment. George jolted and screamed. All he could do was thrash and lose his mind.

“Yeah? Do you?”. George’s mind tried to think of more insults, but it was clouded with the sheer intensity of the tickles. He was dizzy with it.

Dream grabbed his other foot and didn’t hesitate for one second before scrubbing it with the brush. George pattered his fists against the ground and screamed like his life depended on it.

In that moment, Sapnap unlocked the door and walked straight in on the chaos.

“Holy shit…”, he was stunned at the strange scene.

“Oh. Hi.”, Dream chuckled and released George’s feet. The boy was still helpless to the leftover tingles, now bubbling with uncontrollable laughter as the feeling continued to wash over him. Dream blushed, a bit embarrassed to be caught torturing George. The victim himself was still beside himself from the ghost tickles, barely aware of the intrusion.

“What are you doing to him?”, Sapnap asked, smiling now as he walked around them and saw George limp on the ground giggling deliriously to himself. “Tickles?”. Dream grinned and nodded, then waved the brush in the air.

“He can’t stand having this thing scrubbed against his feet.”, Dream demonstrated the action in the air. Sapnap cringed.

“Oh. Yeah, that looks brutal.”.

George flapped his hand back and grabbed onto Dream weakly. His giggles were soft and sweet.

“Man, you wrecked him.”, Sapnap whistled.

Dream slipped off of George and sat back, pulling him up into a sitting position. Instantly, George clung to him and buried his face into his neck. The smaller boy was shaky and warm, just melting into a puddle in his arms. Dream stared up at Sapnap with wide eyes, bewildered at the behavior. George nuzzled in and let out a few cutesy giggles. Dream’s hold on him tightened instinctively as a pang of affection hit his chest so hard it almost hurt.

“George, are you okay?”, he asked slowly.

“I’m okay.”, he smiled into Dream’s neck, making the younger smile as well. “That tickled…”, he murmured before giggling.

“You broke him.”, Sapnap whispered. Dream laughed a little.

“Yeah, you’re pretty tickly Georgie.”, Dream teased softly.

“Tickly…”, the boy echoed.

Sapnap helped Dream get to his feet with George still clinging to him like a baby monkey. Together, they settled on the couch and found a stream to watch.

Dream and Sapnap laughed and talked through it. George just stayed put, cuddled into Dream’s side.

--

“George! Holy fuck, for the love of god, I’m–“ Sapnap yelled, grabbing the headset that had been pulled half off his head by the mischievous man behind him. He heard the signature giggle, shaking his head and sighing, setting his jaw and turning back to the screen. Just as he did, he attempted to slide his headphones back on, but caught his character just as he was shot by a skeleton. Twice. “Oh, shit–!” He yelped, letting go of the crooked headset in favor of jumping back to his mouse and keyboard, killing the enemy mob and quickly sprinting away to safely eat a piece of chicken.

“You literally suck,” George teased, biting his bottom lip to hold in another laugh when he heard Dream scoff on the couch behind him. He glanced over, a proud smile on his face when Dream looked at him in fond disapproval, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say, ‘hey, you reap what you sow’– or whatever dumb thing he would say to warn George of consequences he would never listen to.

All three of them had been just hanging out in Sapnap’s office as he practiced for a Minecraft tournament he was due to play in a few days after, before George had gotten bored of sitting on the couch and scrolling through TikTok and Twitter with Dream. He has gotten antsy, constantly shifting positions, moving from resting his head on Dream’s shoulder, to looking up at the ceiling, to chilling with one of the cats as they strolled in and out, to sprawling out over the couch, to laying upside down with his head hanging off the cushions. He has played mindlessly with his phone, his fingers, some trinkets in the room, Dream’s fingers, and really anything he could to keep himself occupied.

But he was bored. And when George gets bored, George becomes a menace. And this time, his target was Sapnap.

“I do not suck,” Sapnap grumbled, only half thinking about his words as he focused more on crafting the iron in his inventory into armor.

“You do,” George leaned against the back of Sapnap’s chair. “Minecraft but Sapnap sucks,” He said, putting his hands on Sapnap’s shoulders and shaking him slightly. The action made Sapnap growl, trying to keep himself still as he finished the armor and put it on his character, instinctively going into third person mode as he swung his arm in the air and crouched a few times. The shaking made his headphones fall off again, and he stopped playing to reach up to grab them again.

“Jesus Chri–“ He mumbled under his breath, cut off when George grabbed his hat instead. “George!” He yelled, grabbing for it, but George held it up above his head, standing on his toes while Sapnap stayed seated, the distance too far for Sapnap to grab without standing up. George laughed as he struggled to reach for it, throwing his head back and clutching the hat to his chest.

“Minecraft but Sapnap is short!” George said through his laughter, and he heard Dream chuckle at the comment as well. “That’s just real life!”

“Fuck off!” He warned, standing and snatching his hat back, putting it backwards on his head and situating the headphones on top of it– straightened out now– to make it a harder target to reach. “Come on, G, I’m trying to practice, please?” Sapnap said softly, getting back to the game just as a spider was approaching him, preparing to attack. He caught it just in time, whipping around and aiming his sword at it.

“Okay, fine. Fine. I’ll stop,” George conceded, leaning over Sapnap’s chair again, this time wrapping his arms around the back and resting his cheek on the cool leather to watch his friend as he played.

“Good. Thank you,” Sapnap said, earning a hum from his friend, and the room became enveloped in a warm silence once again.

This went on for a few minutes, the three boys only breaking the silence with small comments and conversations, until the next in-game night rolled around and Sapnap was trapped in a field full of creepers and zombies. He had started off okay, able to weave between the mobs he could avoid and kill the ones he couldn’t, but his pattern was broken eventually, and he was hit with back to back punches from a zombie and an explosion from a creeper that had the all too familiar red hue covering the screen. He let out a groan, but George barked out a laugh from behind him, and he already knew he was in for an earful.

“Shut the hell up,” Sapnap said before George even spoke, but George just grabbed onto the back of his chair and pulled on it slightly.

“You literally just died to a creeper, you’re so bad,” George teased, giggling when he heard Sapnap chuckle first.

“I’m just rusty at survival!”

“But a creeper, Sapnap! You’re playing a big tournament and you’re dying to creeper explosions!”

“George, be nice,” Dream reprimanded lightly, not looking up from where Naomi had been perched next to him for a very generous amount of time, petting her little head as she purred.

“I am nice! It’s not my fault Sapnap decided to play ‘Minecraft but I die to the easiest mob in the game before i even get diamonds’,” George pulled Sapnap’s chair back further, tilting him backwards and making him squeal in shock and lean forward to level himself, the sudden noise of a dropping chair scaring Naomi back into the hallway with her brother and pseudo-sister.

“Watch it! You’re scaring my daughter!” Sapnap yelled, shoving George away, pushing him into the arm of the couch and almost making him lose his balance.

“She loves me, it’s fine,” George defended, steadying himself and resting against the arm of the couch willingly.

“Do that again and we’ll be playing ‘Minecraft but I kill George in real life’, you freak,” Sapnap teased, and they all laughed as Sapnap turned back to his screen and respawned, running towards his death point to grab all his stuff. There was a moment of brief silence, barely even ten seconds, before someone spoke again– this time being Dream.

“Wait,” He said, resting his hand on George’s arm where he stood next to him. He looked up at George, who looked down at him, and right as Sapnap collected his dropped items and ran away he looked over as well. A smug smile crossed Dream’s features, his eyes trailing from George to Sapnap, his hand sliding from George’s arm to rest softly on his back. “Oh… I have an idea.”

“An idea?” Sapnap asked, glancing between Dream and his screen as he moved into a cave to explore it.

“Yeah. You’re trying to practice, George is annoying you because he’s bored, I have a solution that will benefit all of us,” Dream explained, earning puzzled looks from both other men. His hand slid the rest of the way around George’s waist, gently tugging him to the side, making him lose footing at first before he helped steady him to stand between Dream’s own knees.

“What are you doing–“ George muttered, a slight flush on his cheeks like he always had when Dream’s fingers grazed his body so gently, but he was cut off when Dream pulled him down to rest on his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. Sapnap scoffed at the display, looking back to the game and assuming that was the end of things. George couldn’t help the nervous giggles he let out, always giddy when Dream held him in his arms that way, and he squirmed where Dream had sat him until he found a comfortable enough position. “Dream– what is this, what…”

“You wanted entertainment, so we’re gonna play a game while Sapnap plays his. We’re gonna do our own ‘Minecraft, but’, so Sap is gonna play and every time he takes damage I’m gonna tickle you.”

“What?!” Sapnap exclaimed, whipping his chair back around to face the couch.

“WHAT?!” George yelled at the same time, much louder and definitely more appalled at the idea, immediately fighting against Dream’s hold and attempting to escape.

“It’s the perfect– stop moving–“ Dream reprimanded, squeezing George tighter and making him squeak and giggle, nerves setting in already. He pushed at Dream’s arms, but Dream simply responded by wrapping his arms around George’s arms and squeezing just as tightly, laughing happily as George broke into nervous giggles and curled his legs up when he couldn’t escape the hold.

“Dreheam!”

“It’s the perfect way to have you both get what you want. But, Sapnap, you actually have to try, you’re the one who wanted to practice,” Dream reasoned, and Sapnap put his hands up in surrender. “Disconnect your headphones so we can hear any damage you take.”

“Sure! That is totally fair!” Sapnap agreed, doing exactly that, and then getting back into the game, continuing his quest for diamonds as the other two argued in the background.

“No?! It’s not! Lehet goho!” George protested, pushing against Dream’s hold as much as he could, but Dream decided to shift his position further, throwing him back onto the couch and quickly jumping to kneel above his legs. “N– AH! Noho!” George kicked out behind Dream, propping himself up on his elbows, trying to give himself some sense of control over the situation. He stared up at Dream pleadingly, silently begging him to forget the idea, but Dream simply winked at him and plopped down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. George let out a long whine, dropping into his back and hiding his face in his hands, earning a laugh from Dream.

“Okay. Game starts now. Good luck to you both,” Dream said with a single exaggerated clap, mimicking a movie slate that is used at the beginning of filming, making George scoff and roll his eyes as he watched Sapnap’s screen anyway.

“This is so stupi–“

“Oh, shit!” Sapnap exclaimed as he saw lava flowing towards him from a hole he’d dug in front of him, and the tell tale singing sound of him catching on fire filled the room as he filled the space and ran backward. Dream wasted no time, and he grabbed George’s hips and dug his thumbs into the spot above his hip bones, until Sapnap grabbed the water bucket out of his inventory and extinguished his character’s flames.

“NAHAHA!” George squealed through his laughter, smacking Dream’s hands away and being left with leftover tingles that made his hips flinch and jump even after Dream pulled away. “Sahapnahahap!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize!” Sapnap apologized, and George let out a groan that trailed off into another pathetic whine.

This was going to be a long afternoon for him.

Luckily, the rest of Sapnap’s cave journey went pretty smoothly, with only a few close calls that had George screaming at him to “run, idiot, what the hell are you doing, RUN! It’s gonna get you!” until he reached safety, and only one shot from a skeleton that earned George a hefty raspberry to the side that left him tingling. But, when Sapnap reached the surface to the sight of a blue sky and mob-free path, George let out a sigh of relief.

Well, until Sapnap ended up carelessly jumping off the top of a tree less than a minute later. Dream decided that was the perfect time to shove his fingers under George’s arms.

“AH– nohoho! Dreheheam!” George whined as he clamped his arms down, the sensation over as quickly as it started and allowing him to air out his grievances with Sapnap. He slid his fingers under George’s t-shirt gently, curling his hands around his sides and resting his thumbs in the center of George’s tummy, softly trailing over the skin there in a soothing motion. “Behe more carefuhuhul, freheak!”

“I forgot what we were doing, I’m sorry!”

“You’re an ihidiot!”

“He’s trying his best, Georgie, leave him be,” Dream defended, but all three of them knew he was only doing it to rile George up more. And, if the way he groaned and rolled his eyes wasn’t enough proof that it was working, he didn’t know what would be.

“Yeah, plus you’re distracting me with your little giggles over there!” Sapnap teased, running along the edge of the beach to look for the desert temple he had spotted from the treetops. George felt his face grow warmer, no doubt more pink than the lights Sapnap kept on for his streams, and he ran a hand through his hair before crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

“Maybehe if you dihidn’t suck so muhuch!” George threw the words angrily, pushing at the man on top of him and squirming underneath the still fingers on his tummy. Sapnap stopped and whipped his head back to look at him, jaw dropped at his audacity, before shaking his head and turning back to the computer.

“That’s it, I’m drowning,” Sapnap threatened, jumping into the water and letting his character sink under the surface. He let go of the mouse and keyboard, sitting back against his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“WHAT?!” George yelled, eyes wide, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning over to see Sapnap’s screen more clearly. To his horror, he had heard right, and he watched pixelated fish cross the monitor as the tiny bubbles on the bottom of the screen slowly popped one by one. “NO! Sapnap, STOP! Get– gehet out!” He yelled, gasping when Dream’s fingers tightened around his waist as a warning, his heart going a mile a minute in his chest. “WH– that’s– DREAM! Tell him he can’t do that!”

“I’m not sure what you mean, drowning is something that totally happens by accident all the time in Minecraft, you should know this,” Dream played up his confusion, sliding his palms up and down George’s side and smiling when he felt his skin jump and tense under his touch.

“NO! You– h-he’s doing it on purpose, and you– yohou said he couldn’t do thahahat!” George complained, his arm shaking as it held him up, the constant moving of Dream’s hands sliding over his skin making him jumpy and weak. He glanced at the screen, seeing the bubbles get closer and closer to the end.

“I don’t remember saying anything like that,” Dream said with a smirk, his far hand stopping when it was cupped perfectly around George’s ribs, on the side that was already stretched from him leaning over, the other holding his hip to offer him some comfort. George whimpered, curling in on himself, breathing heavily as he watched the third to last bubble tick away… then the second to last… and then the final bubble…

“Uh oh,” Sapnap teased, turning the rest of the way towards the couch as the first damage sound played through his speakers, smiling as Dream’s fingers sprung to life, digging harshly into George’s ribs and tickling him mercilessly.

“NAHAHAHA!” George squeezed his eyes shut and broke into loud laughter, falling back onto the couch and immediately shooting his hands down to grab at Dream’s wrists. George knew he already didn’t stand a chance against Dream’s strength on a normal day, but he was already weak and nervous and trembling, and he knew it was no use to try and pry him off. He heard the other two coo at him, and he shook his head wildly at the sound, tears forming in his eyes as he kept them shut tightly. “SHUHUT UHUHUP!”

“We can’t! You’re just too cute!” Dream teased, earning a particularly wild flinch from George when the knuckle of his middle finger pressed too hard into the bottom of his ribcage. Naturally, he decided to dig in there next, and George let out a yelp not far off from accidentally stepping on a dog’s paw.

“AH! NOHO, STOP! AHAHA, STOHOHOP, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHA–“ His loud laughter was riddled with whimpers and whines, and his entire body squirmed and flinched with every new movement of Dream’s fingers– at that rate he was convinced Sapnap’s stupid character would never even drown!

But, to his luck, the tickling finally came to a stop only a few moments later, and he managed to squint his eyes open for just long enough to see the red hue over Sapnap’s screen again.

His body went completely limp against the couch, his chest heaving as he gulped down air he desperately needed, his hands still resting on top of Dream’s wrists as he rubbed the ghost tickles out kindly.

They gave him a moment to catch his breath, before Dream pulled his hands away and tugged George’s shirt back down, swiping the spot under his eyes gently with his thumbs and rubbing a hand through his hair to fix how messy it had gotten. George giggled at the actions, blinking his eyes open slowly and seeing the other two looming over him. He whined at the attention, throwing his arms over his face and turning towards the back of the couch. Dream and Sapnap chuckled at him, and Dream scooted off him, before shuffling himself to lay down next to George.

George whined again, hiding his face further the closer Dream got, and Dream just laughed and pulled him into a hug, his hand holding the back of George’s head and playing with his hair as he hid in his chest.

“Aww, Georgie,” He soothed. “It’s okay.”

“That was so dumb,” George complained, voice muffled.

“Very. But it was fun,” Sapnap added as he laid on the L-shaped part of the couch, his head perpendicular to Dream’s as he wormed his arm between the two of them to hold George’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“Whatever,” George grumbled, but he squeezed back anyway.

“Hey,” Sapnap began, turning his head and waiting for George to look up at him as well. “Just be happy I didn’t go into the Nether.” George’s eyes widened, his jaw slack, lost for words.

“That’s true,” Dream agreed, leaning down to whisper in George’s ear. “I would’ve gone for your thighs if he had.”

George couldn’t help the whine he let out, burying his face into Dream’s neck and curling in on himself. The other two laughed at him again, and he could only whimper again, clinging onto Dream like a koala and forcing the ‘what if’ thoughts out of his head as he tried to relax into their cuddles.

There was nobody George trusted more than his roommates, they knew him better than he knew himself a lot of the time. One thing Sapnap was always quick to pick up on was his lee moods. The two had come up with codes for it, which was shared with Dream, to make it easier for him.

"Hey George, are you bored~?" Sapnap asked easily, noticing George’s constant fidgeting and abnormally close proximity.

"...Yeah" There was a slight whine to his voice, he avoided eye contact as he stretched one arm above his head.

"Yeah~? How bored are you~?" Sapnap was quick to grab and pin that arm, pressing himself against George’s side to hold the opposing arm better.

"V-very.." That was code for 'I want it bad' Sapnap held up a clawed hand, smirking at George’s involuntary whimpers, he hovered it around a few spots before George gasped, bingo, ribs.

"Should I be nice Georgie~?" Sapnap asked, slowly lowering his wiggling fingers. George blushed furiously as he slowly shook his head. Sapnap gently nudged the side of George’s head with his nose to let him know he understood, he waited for George to take a deep breath before dropping his knuckles to the bones.

"AHAHAHA FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO! SAHAHAHAP NOHOHOT THEHEHE KNUHUHUHUCKLES!" George was beside himself immediately, his free hand slapped the offending hand a few times before just settling on gripping Sapnap’s t-shirt. His legs flailled wildly while his trapped hand clenched and released as he reflexively tugged.

"Why not~? This the most officiant way to get your whole ribcage~ Would you rather this~?" Sapnap quickly yanked up his shirt, blowing a line of raspberries up his ribs, making sure he dragged his beard.

"AAAAAHHAA OHOHOHOHOKAY OHHOHOHOKAY! I CAHAHAHAN'T! STOHOHOHOP SAHAHAHAPNAHAHAHAP REHEHEHEHED REHEHED!" Sapnap released him immediately, carefully working his arm down and rubbing his red ribs.

"Still bored?" He lightly teased, chuckling when George rapidly shook his head and curled into his chest.

"Just breathe Gogy, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

“George, you’ve been here for like, two years now, right?” 

The question cut through the quiet atmosphere of the living room, only being previously filled by random videos that Dream and George kept showing each other as they sat practically in each other’s laps on the L-shaped couch. George turned his attention to Sapnap, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch with Patches propped up against his thigh, his hand dragging lightly over her head as she purred happily. 

“Yeah, you know this…why? You want me to go back already?” George huffed out a laugh, raising an eyebrow as Sapnap snorted at his question. 

“Well yes, but that’s not what I was gonna say.” 

“Okay, then what?” George asked suspiciously, never fully trusting Sapnap when he’s asking for information. There was always an underlying purpose, never questioning things just for the hell of it. George knew he had some kind of angle behind his curiosity, he just didn’t know where Sapnap was going with it. 

“You haven’t been to any doctors since you’ve been here, have you?” Sapnap leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his fingers together, careful not to disturb Patches as he did so.

“Wait, really?” Dream questioned from beside him, watching as George shrugged at the two with little care.

“Yeah, I guess I haven’t,” George looked between the two, confused at the way they were both staring at him. “What’s the big deal? I’m fine, there hasn’t been anything wrong.” 

“Well yeah, but normally you’re supposed to go for a check-up at least once a year to make sure everything is working okay.” Dream commented, turning his body towards Sapnap as he turned to him for validation in his words.

“Mhm! Or…at least to the dentist for a cleaning, you know?” Sapnap added, nodding his head to let Dream know he agreed. Dream nodded along with Sapnap, looking to George to see if he was even still paying attention. To his surprise he was, nodding slightly before looking down at his own hands, playing with his fingers as a distraction. 

“I guess so, but like, it’s fine! I don’t need to go right now,” George continued to fidget with his fingers, waiting for one of the other two to speak, but he was met with a silence that felt too awkward for him to not continue. “I mean, if somethings wrong I’ll go, but like…it’s fine for now. Let’s just drop it.” 

“George,” He heard Dream start, almost wincing at how gentle his voice was. “You aren’t scared of the doctors, are you?” George stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact with either of them as he kept his mouth shut in a tight line. After a few more seconds of silence, Sapnap cackled from across the room. 

“Are you serious?! Georgie is scared of the big bad doctor? Of the mean, evil dentist? No way!” 

“Sapnap-” Dream tried to stop the teasing before it went any further, but Sapnap continued to yell out comments in disbelief. 

“This is too good! Little baby George is scawed!” Sapnap fell back into the couch, his arms crossing over his stomach as he did and scaring Patches in the process. She jumped down onto the floor, quickly sprinting out of the room as Sapnap’s laugh grew louder. George rolled his eyes at the sound, letting out an annoyed grunt as he too flopped back against the couch cushions. Dream reached a hand out and placed it gently on his knee, rubbing his thumb soothingly as he looked down at him. 

“It’s okay, George, don’t listen to him. Everyone’s scared of something.” George rolled his eyes again at how supportive Dream was, almost more annoyed with him just accepting that George was scared of something so silly. 

“I’m not scared!” He exclaimed suddenly, standing up from the couch and pacing around the living room with a hand flinging roughly through his hair. He turned towards Sapnap, throwing his arms up in the air as he shrugged. “It's just…I get nervous going to new people, okay? It’s just like, an anxiety thing, I don’t know! But I’m not! Scared!”

Dream stood up and walked to where George was standing, placing his hands on either shoulder and leading George back to the couch to sit down. George was blushing profusely, embarrassed at the way the conversation was going as Sapnap continued to laugh and make snide comments about how scared he was. While he was deep in thought, Sapnap suddenly gasped, shooting up to a standing position and marching himself over to where George was sitting on the edge of the couch. 

“Wait. I have an amazing idea.” 

“Oh no.” George sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees and letting his head fall into his hands, shaking his head in disapproval as he waited for Sapnap to continue. It was clear Sapnap was waiting for someone to ask, but George wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“What?” Dream pressed further for him, equally as curious as George was.

“So, it’s kind of like-” Sapnap began, suddenly grabbing onto George’s arms and pulling him from the couch. He wrestled the older boy onto the floor, giggling maniacally as it took virtually no effort to take him down. George let out a shriek as Sapnap got him onto his back, straddling his waist quickly and pressing his wrists into the carpet below him. 

“Get off me, idiot!” George choked out, trying to fling himself forward as he kicked his feet against the ground. Sapnap continued to laugh at his struggle, shaking his head as he kept George down easily. 

“George, we’re gonna help you get over your fears! We’re gonna play doctor!” Sapnap exclaimed, looking up at Dream and giggling when he was met with a bright smile. George let out a strained grunt as he tried to buck his hips up, gaining leverage as he pressed his heels into the carpet to assist in his efforts. It failed, naturally, and Sapnap laughed in his face at his pathetic attempt.

“Stohop!” George couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, letting his head fall back against the carpet with a hard thud. He pulled his arms as much as he could, continuing to kick and push up with his legs to try and buck Sapnap off, but he was getting nowhere.

“Dream, I’m gonna need a hand holding down our patient, here. He’s very nervous and needs all the help he can get to make sure he’s relaxed!” Sapnap spoke over George’s protests, giggling as he thrashed around on the carpet like a fish out of water.

“Sure thing, doctor!” Dream responded as a soldier would, giving Sapnap a quick salute with his hand to his forehead before jumping into action. Before George could process what was happening, Sapnap’s weight was replaced with Dream’s, effectively halting his bottom half from squirming. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and was met with the sight of Dream’s back, staring daggers into the blonde curls through his panicked laughter as much as he could. It was then that he saw Sapnap peek around from behind Dream, clearly kneeling in front of George’s feet and giving him a wink before he hid back behind the wall that Dream’s body created between the two. He watched as Dream leaned forward, feeling a strong grip around both of his ankles that pressed them into the ground enough that he could barely wiggle them. This only intensified the building butterflies that were swirling around George’s stomach, and a new wave of nervous giggles began pouring out of him before he could hold them back. 

“S-Stop! You’re both being ridiculous!” George yelled at them both, not knowing if they were even listening over the two speaking to each other in hushed tones, careful to not let him hear what they were saying. 

“Oh wait!” Sapnap exclaimed suddenly, pouncing up from the ground and sprinting towards the steps. “I need to grab…things!” 

Dream shook his head slowly as he giggled, watching Sapnap use all fours to crawl up the steps quickly, as if he were an excited puppy going to fetch a toy. George watched Sapnap too, but kept his peripherals glued on Dream, carefully watching him to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything to catch him off guard. The two sat and listened to Sapnap rummaging through things upstairs, hearing the thud of his footsteps as he ran in and out of rooms to collect the items he was looking for. The longer it took, the more nervous George got.

“What is he even doing up there?” George mumbled quietly to himself, not expecting an answer from Dream. He was pleasantly surprised when the blonde spoke up.

“To be honest, I’m actually not sure. He didn’t tell me anything before he ran up the steps like a gremlin,” He chuckled, craning his neck to look back at George, temporarily releasing his ankles so he could shake them out if he needed to. “You doin’ okay back there?” 

“Just dandy.” George replied flatly, fighting a smile when his wording made Dream giggle. He brought both hands up to card through his hair, attempting to settle his nerves, when he heard quick footsteps approaching closer. The two turned their attention to the upstairs hallway once more, watching as Sapnap appeared at the top of the steps, not even stopping to slow his momentum as he practically flew down the steps. 

“Okay! I have my tool kit ready!” Sapnap spoke through his heavy breathing, winded from the speed he had been running around. George observed a black drawstring bag before it was quickly hidden from his view, letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed how empty it looked. He still had no clue what the two were planning, but he knew whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good. 

“So change of plans,” He leaned to the side so George could see him once he knelt down onto the ground again, smirking wickedly as he spoke. “I couldn’t find anything that really screamed out ‘doctor’ to me-“ 

“Good.” George interrupted, earning a hard flick to the side of his right ankle before they were engulfed in large hands once more. Dream pushed them down with a little more pressure, leaning more of his weight into the hold to assure George wouldn’t budge.

“Buuuuut, I did find things to make us dentists!” He exclaimed happily, watching as George’s expression dropped and eyes widened. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” George let his head thump back against the carpet, bringing the heels of his hands up to rub harshly at his eyes when Sapnap snuck back around to hide in front of Dream. 

“Nope! This is no joke, Georgie. We’re gonna help you face your fears!” Sapnap replied as he emptied the contents of the bag, a few things clanging together as he did so. George heard Dream gasp quietly and watched his shoulders scrunch up, seeing his bouncy curls move from side to side as Dream silently reprimanded the younger boy.

“What? What is it?!” George blurted out in a panic at Dream’s reaction, his stomach doing somersaults at all the possibilities of what Sapnap could’ve put in the so called “tool kit”. 

“Nothing to be afraid of!” Dream quickly assured him, hearing the frantic tone of George’s voice and wanting to comfort him before his mind could run rampant. 

“Well…” George heard Sapnap scoff quietly, sending his thoughts spiraling once again. 

“Wh- HEY!” George squealed when he felt a finger flick the bottom of his socked foot, moving to pull it away. He felt a deep dread spread throughout his body when he realized that his feet wouldn’t budge at all, and panicked giggles began to flow from him before he was even touched again. 

“Gosh, you are nervy, aren’t you, kitten?” Sapnap wondered out loud, tracing his pointer finger down both feet slowly to make George squirm. He applied more pressure as he traced back up to his toes, pinching each one lightly and smirking when George hollered out at the feeling.

“Plehease! Don’t do this!” He pleaded with the two, but was met with no response. George jolted his body upwards when Sapnap added a finger to each foot, now tracing up and down with two fingers and using more of his nails on the down strokes to make George’s laughter jump in pitch.

“It’s okay, we’re just helping!” Dream tried to comfort him through his squeals, giggling himself when Sapnap’s fingers traced under George’s toes, making him shriek. Just when it was starting to become bearable, his stomach dropped when he felt a finger dip into the top of each sock, slowly prying them off. 

“NO! Nononono, no! Please! Plehehease don’t!” George begged, curling his toes to try and grip onto the fabric of his socks as they were pulled off at an agonizingly slow pace. He could feel the air hit his heels, then his arches, and finally over the pads of his feet. George panicked, sitting up and gripping onto Dream’s sides, kneading into them like his life depended on it.

“GEORGE!” Dream cried out, letting go of his ankles in favor of gripping George’s wrists, pulling them away from his body as he caught his breath from the sudden tickle attack. Sapnap appeared next to George, taking his wrists from Dream so he could go back to securing his ankles before he caused too much of a mess. 

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty boy,” Sapnap shook his head in disappointment, pushing George’s hands against his own chest to make him fall back against the carpet before pressing them down against the ground on either side of his hips. “Dream, lift your shins for me, will you?” Dream looked back at Sapnap with slight confusion, leaning forward a bit more until he was able to angle his shins up off the ground. When Sapnap placed George’s hands directly under them, Dream suddenly understood. He dropped his legs quickly, making sure to sit back on his shins to keep George’s wrists secure. 

“This isn’t fair! Stohohop!” George whined as Sapnap crawled back in front of his feet, disappearing behind Dream once again. “Come on! I told you, I’m not scared! We don’t have to dohoho this!” His pleas were ignored, and the plan continued. 

“So what do we have here, mister dentist?” Dream asked Sapnap playfully, looking down at the tools displayed between George’s spread ankles. 

“Well, first, let’s get a good look at these teeth!” Sapnap responded with the same amount of enthusiasm, quickly ripping off George’s socks and flinging them behind him somewhere across the room. George immediately curled his toes when he felt the air hit them, high pitched giggles bubbling out of him as he tried to control his reactions. He felt Sapnap pinch each one again, this time wiggling them as he went and making George squeak every time his nail scraped the pads of them.

“Plehehease! This is soho dumb!” George pulled at his arms, trying to yank them free, but Dream’s weight kept them pressed into the floor. Frustratingly, all he could really do was twist his upper body and move his head; not nearly enough give to expel any of his anxiety. 

“Hm…seems like they’re in good shape. Could use a cleaning though.” He heard Dream comment, making his stomach flip as his brain tried to figure out what they could possibly do to him. 

“Great idea, my beautiful assistant!” George could hear the smile in his voice, squeezing his eyes shut at how excited he sounded. Suddenly he heard a click, followed by a loud buzzing, and he immediately knew what it was. He curled his toes even tighter as he began spurting out pleas, saying anything to get their attention to make them stop. Sapnap peaked over Dream’s shoulder and gave George a wink before going back to work, bringing the toothbrush down closer to the practically immobile feet in front of him.

“The patient seems ready for the cleaning, so we’re going to proceed!” 

George let out a blood curdling scream when a vibrating toothbrush touched down on both of his pinky toes, not expecting two of them at the same time and sending him into a frenzy. He squeezed his eyes shut as his head flung back, cackling as Sapnap moved the brushes over to the next toe on each foot. Despite curling them as hard as he could, Sapnap managed to wedge them under his toes anyway, making sure to get the tops and the bottoms of each toe as he went. 

“FUHUCK, PLEHEASE!” George managed to cry out between his panic, shaking his head back and forth as he laughed himself silly. Sapnap didn’t respond, simply commenting on how clean his ‘teeth’ looked as he made his way over George’s middle toe on either foot. The toothbrushes moved to the second toes and George screeched, high pitched and loud, begging them to stop, to not go to his big toes, that he’d do anything they wanted as long as they left them alone. But to his dismay, Sapnap moved the dreaded toothbrushes over each big toe, swirling them in slow circles and sending George into hysterics.

“Holy shit.” Dream spoke lowly as he watched the torture Sapnap was forcing George to endure. Sapnap looked up at Dream and chuckled when he noticed the faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and Dream huffed in annoyance at the smirk he received in response. 

“Almost done with the cleaning! Just a little more, I promise!” Sapnap peeked around Dream again, taking in George’s panicked thrashing and screams at the simple tickling on the tiny toes. He leaned back to sit on his shins as he turned the toothbrushes off, allowing George a moment to collect himself and steady his breathing. 

“P-Plehehease…” George was delirious with laughter at this point, still in near hysterics even though the tickling had stopped. Sapnap rubbed his thumbs over the tingly toes, making sure to rub with enough pressure to help rub the ghost tickles away. Once George’s laughter had settled down to quiet giggles, Sapnap let his fingers wander, gently pressing them in the spaces between his toes. George let out a squawk at the feeling, and immediately he was begging again.

“NONONO nohoho! No more! Nohoho more!” George pleaded, trying to bend his knees under Dream to knock him off and whining through his laughter when he didn’t budge at all. He was yanking at his arms so hard he thought he might dislocate them, and he cursed both boys for keeping him down like this while they played with him like a doll. 

“I’m just checking for cavities! Hold still!” Sapnap explained, using one hand to steady George’s left foot as he pushed his finger between each toe, twisting it as he did. George was beside himself with laughter, feeling tears well as Sapnap continued his search for whatever he was looking for. He finished with the left foot, skittering fingers over the top of it to make George squeal. 

“Okay, that one looks great! Now we have to check the other one, and then we’re all done!” Sapnap reassured George, gripping the right foot the same way he did the left, shoving his finger between the last two toes and giggling when George let out a squeak in response. It went smoothly between the next two toes, and the next, until Sapnap shoved his finger between the first and second toes. He stopped twisting his fingers, and instead used both hands to spread them apart. 

“STOP!” George shrieked out in embarrassment, knowing how intensely Sapnap and Dream must be looking at his foot right now. The two laughed at his outburst, but changed nothing about what they were doing. 

“No can do, Georgie,” Sapnap pretended to speak with fake sympathy, sighing before he continued. “I’m afraid we’ve found a cavity.” The comment sent George into a further panic, now struggling even harder than before, nearly lifting Dream with the ticklish adrenaline that was coursing through him. 

“What do we do for that, mister dentist?” Dream asked over George’s screaming, looking back briefly to see how hard he was blushing. He knew this kind of play always got to George, never knowing how to handle all the attention. 

“Well, there’s really only one thing we can do,” Sapnap explained, rustling around with something that George couldn’t see. “We have to floss.” 

“WHAT?!” 

Before George could question any further, he felt Sapnap weaving something between all of the toes on his right foot, even between the toes that Sapnap deemed to be okay not even a moment before. The feeling of whatever the weird string was just sitting between them was enough to make George laugh even harder, not being used to having something in such a sensitive area. George was babbling out pleas but nothing was coherent. His words were slurred together through his laughter despite him trying to articulate the best he could. Sapnap and Dream only laughed at him before turning back to the task at hand. 

“Don’t worry, patient! Your cavity will be fixed soon enough!” Dream called over his shoulder, not even sure if George was able to hear him, but deciding to continue playing his role anyway. George didn’t respond, not sure he was even able if he wanted. When he was finally getting used to the sensation, his whole body shook with ticklish electricity as the material started to move.

“NAHAHAHA!” George was full on screaming through his hysterics, taking in quick gulps of air as his lungs harshly pushed out laugh after laugh. He was lightheaded; so much so, it was as if he would float away. George continued to shake, squirming back and forth on the carpet at the overwhelming ticklish feeling. Sapnap continued to saw the material back and forth between his toes, laughing along at how insane George’s reactions were. Neither boy had ever heard George laugh this hard or loud, and they exchanged surprised glances every few seconds, especially whenever a new noise or high pitched squeak would present itself through the hysterics. 

“Almost done, it’ll be over soon, George!” Dream assured him as he continued to struggle, his throat becoming more and more dry the harder he laughed. George eventually fell silent, only producing high pitched squeals and squeaks whenever he was able to get a full breath in. His face was burning, his cheeks bright red with tears covering them from how hard he was laughing. After a few seconds, the feeling finally stopped, and Sapnap quickly removed the tickly material from between George’s toes to finally relieve him of the torture.

“Plehehease!” George was unable to stop the word from tumbling out despite the tickling having stopped, completely out of his mind at the intense tickling feeling he just endured. Dream sat forward to free George’s wrists and moved his hands from George’s ankles to his feet, opting to rub over his toes as Sapnap began to put the items back into the bag. Dream continued to rub soothingly over both feet, making sure to help the ticklish feeling pass as quickly as it could.

“W-What…the fuhuhuck…was that?” George forced the question through his shallow breathing, bringing his hands up to rub his tear stained cheeks and free the stray tears that clung to his long eyelashes. He opened his eyes briefly when he felt something glide over his right hand, looking down to see Sapnap holding a long, white string.

“Shoelace!” He beamed, a huge smile spreading over his face as he showed George what he just tormented him with. George groaned through the left over giggles, covering his face in embarrassment as his mind replayed the last few minutes over and over again. Dream moved off of George’s waist, turning to face him before sitting by his side. He gently grabbed both of George’s wrists and gave them each a kiss before placing them in his lap, tracing over them to make sure they were okay after being restrained, and also from how hard George had been pulling at them. 

He turned back to his stream to see his cheeks were splotchy with embarrassment. The chat was filling with excitement over getting to see George lose his composure over Sapnap running in and tickling him on stream. He shook his head and unmuted.

“He just scared me. It isn’t a big deal.”, he huffed. His eyes tracked the chats talking about how he squealed from Sapnap grabbing his sides. “Shut up…”, he murmured. He shook the mouse and tried to get his head back in the game. He had been practicing Bed Wars, but was now just staring at a wall in the lobby. He clicked into a queue and tried to focus.

It was hard with the heat climbing down his neck and it was even harder when there was a flash of movement in the corner of his vision. Instinctively, he clamped his arms to his sides. The memory of Sapnap’s fingers suddenly digging in haunted his nerves. He turned his head slightly and saw Dream hovering in the doorway.

The look on his face was a mix of curiosity and jealousy. ‘Shit.’, he thought. Dream had definitely been watching his stream. In his peripheral vision he saw Dream pull out his phone, only to get a Discord notification a second later.

George had been in the house for about a month now. Still, every day it felt like Dream was studying him and trying to absorb as much George as he could.

There were a few more pings and George shook his head, furious Dream had apparently sent him a message in the group instead of dms. He silenced his phone and blew out a puff of air. He ignored the curious chat and tried his hardest to lock in on the game.

~•~

George aimed his raid for Bad’s stream and logged off quickly. His stomach was buzzing with nervous butterflies at the whole situation and it was so stupid. Who cares that stream saw Sapnap tickle him? Like, everyone’s ticklish. Chat barely even talked about it for that long. And a few annoying donations. And…he looked down at his phone. Those Discord pings from earlier echoed in his mind. The worst was probably actually yet to come.

Dream

What was that?

Sap

He’s so ticklish

Dream

Oh my god

George where are you ticjkish

Ticklish*

Sap

Def his sides

Very ticjkish

Dream

Shut up Nick

Ticklish

AwwwWWW!!!

George!!!!!

Sap

Gogyyy!!

So ticklishhhh!!!!

Dream

Get off streammmmm

Sap

Yeahhhh get offfff

George frowned down at his phone. Yeah, definitely not good. Sapnap, he could probably fight off pretty well. But Dream was a different story. He barely held back a shudder thinking of those giant hands holding him down. He checked his computer to make sure he wasn’t on stream. He was tense and jumpy.

George

Fuck you guys

He sent off the message and muted the notifications for the groupchat. ‘Idiots.’.

He wasn’t that sure what to do. He leaned towards the door and listened for any noises, but if there was anything it was too faint. Sapnap had already streamed earlier in the afternoon and Dream hadn’t told him his plans for the day.

Sudden realization set in. George eyed his phone and cursed himself for sending that message. The other two could have already forgotten about it! And then he instigated them!

George jumped out of his chair and rushed towards his door to close it, but crashed into a body before reaching it. Large hands steadied his shoulders and his stomach dropped in realization. Ice cold fear straightened his spine. He tried to speak, but he was breathless as Dream pinned him with a smirk.

“Fuck me?”, he growled.

In a flash, Dream had George thrown over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. George shrieked in terror as he was spun around and carried down the hallway.

“Dream!! Dream!! Let me down!!!”, he screamed as he pounded against Dream’s back. He felt so small, being carried like a child. Dream didn’t even flinch at his hits. He struggled and kicked, but didn’t go anywhere. “I’m sorry!”, he tried. That got a chuckle out of him.

“Wow…”, Dream muttered, amused. George didn’t apologize often.

George was tossed onto the couch like a sack of potatoes. He scrambled to sit up, but his wrists were collected before he could pull himself up.

“Dream!”, he yelled.

“Take these.”, Dream ignored him, passing the trapped wrists to Sapnap. George fell back and his arms were pulled up towards the arm of the couch.

The reality of how helpless he was hit him like a brick. Words escaped him as he looked between Sapnap behind him holding his wrists and Dream climbing on top of him.

“Guys…”, he said softly. Sapnap laughed and Dream huffed in amusement.

“Yeah?”, Dream asked.

“Please?”, he tried again.

Dream grinned and dropped his hands against George’s stomach. The boy squealed loudly and flopped back against the couch. The two laughed at him.

“I’m not even doing anything!”, Dream shook his head.

“Poor Gogy.”, Sapnap said affectionately and rubbed at his wrists. “So ticklish.”.

“I hate you!”, he spat out through a flurry of uncontrollable giggles. His face burned with the embarrassment of his overreaction.

A real guttural scream tore from his throat as Dream suddenly dug all ten fingers into his sides.

“Whoa!”.

“Oh my god!”.

George gasped for words, but chaotic laughter spilled free. He kicked and squealed and squirmed, but he was trapped. God, he hadn’t been tickled in so long. Dream’s fingertips were playing with the ticklish nerves mercilessly. Both boys watched in awe as he completely lost his mind.

So embarrassing to be helpless and out of control. The tickles just took him over completely and were so completely unbearable. The need to beg and scream for mercy was there, but George couldn’t get it out.

He threw his head back with a desperate cry as Dream teased his fingers up against his ribs. He cackled like a witch, making the other two laugh.

“That’s worse?”, Sapnap asked, full of amusement. George jolted like he was being electrocuted and a wild hysterical laugh shook his entire body. Tears ran down his burning cheeks, finally stopping Dream’s tickles.

“Georgie…”, he murmured with a smile. The two looked at each other over George’s squirmy form. “God, he’s fucking ticklish.”.

The boy whined through his gaspy giggles. He couldn’t find the words yet, but he shook his head in protest. Sapnap kept his wrists pinned up and Dream wiped his face of tears.

“You went crazy!”, Sapnap giggled.

“Who knew I just had to tickle you to shut you up.”.

“I don’t know Dream, he was pretty fucking loud.”, Sapnap quipped back.

“You’re both dead…” George murmured, finally a little recovered. He flopped his head to the side and sighed.

“What?!”, Dream boomed, turning and grabbing George’s thigh. The boy shrieked and tugged Sapnap hard enough to pull him forward a little. “What did you say to me??”. George burst into frantic laughter. His leg shook under the ticklish touch. Dream felt around for a sensitive spot and grinned wolfishly when George let out a piercing scream.

“Sorry sorry sorry!!!”, he squealed out the words. Dream only shook his head as he crawled his hand further up the ticklish thigh. “Please!”.

“Where aren’t you ticklish, George?”, Sapnap asked. Dream grinned over at him before grabbing at George’s hips. The boy threw his head back and wailed with laughter.

“You’re just ticklish everywhere, huh?”, Dream asked in a baby voice. His curious fingers crawled up George’s stomach and teased at the muscles. George squealed helplessly. The fingers continued a ticklish path up and pressed into his pecs, shaking them in carefully to make him shriek.

“No more!”, he cried. His laughter grew more desperate and the devious fingers crawled higher. “No!!”. Dream dipped his fingertips under George’s shirt sleeves and teased against his armpits. The boy jolted and squeaked before frantic laughter shook through him.

In desperation, he knee’d Dream in the back as hard as he could. The move nearly knocked the wind from him.

“Okay okay!”, Dream laughed and lifted his arms away from George’s shaking body.

The giggles were endless, wracking through George’s chest against his will. The butterflies fluttered around inside, unable to calm down.

“That was a little brutal.”, Sapnap giggled.

“He’s so cute like this…”, Dream grinned up at him.

~•~

George was too tired and nervous to fight back. He demanded cuddles as soon as he could find his voice and promised his revenge would be harsh.

“I’ll make you cry…”, he murmured softly into Sapnap’s shoulder. He tugged Dream’s arm closer to his chest. “You’ll be…like screaming. Dying. I’ll tickle you…so bad.”. He faded to sleep before the boys could even find a stream to put on the TV.

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“You’re an idiot.”, he turned away from them. Sapnap reached across and started to set up a world for George.

“Just make a shield as soon as you can.”, Dream placed his chin on George’s shoulder. George shook him off.

“Yeah.”, he said shortly. The two laughed.

“You get so bitchy when you’re scared.”, Sapnap peeked back at George’s red face.

“I’m not scared. Or bitchy!”.

Dream placed his hands on George’s sides, making him jump and squeal.

“Jesus, George.”, he laughed.

“Don’t touch me!”, he pushed the hands off and broke into giggles against his will.

“Yeah, not scared at all.”, Sapnap shook his head in amusement and leaned away from the desk as the world loaded. He pulled up the other chair and took a seat next to them. “There you go.”. George stared at the loading screen, fighting his nervous smile.

“It’s just a dry run George. No chat watching. No recording.”.

“I know.”, he whined, clearly annoyed to have the obvious explained to him. Dream and Sapnap smirked at each other. George was always such a handful when he was nervous.

The basic idea was; Minecraft But You Get Tickled When You Take Damage. Sapnap kept referring to it as ‘The Shock Stream, But For Babies’.

George had been full of confidence earlier in the day, but had crumbled to an anxious mess the second he was seated in Dream’s lap. It made him feel small. And in danger. He was trapped between Dream and the desk.

Dream pointed at the screen, sort of boxing George in.

“Get wood, idiot.”. George huffed and put his hands on the mouse and keyboard. He cringed at how exposed he felt with his sides wide and open for Dream to tickle.

“Look out!”, Sapnap yelled. George snapped his arms to his sides and burst into giggles.

“George! You’re going to die if you do that when you see a mob!”, Dream exclaimed. George’s body shook as Dream started laughing. Sapnap grinned at George. There had been nothing there.

“So jumpy.”, he teased. George calmed down slowly and let his anxiety melt into anger.

“Sapnap! You’re an idiot!”.

“Pfft okay. Well you better hurry. You’re wasting daylight.”.

George scowled and grabbed the controls again. Sapnap only giggled. He chopped down a tree and got to work building a crafting table, making a wooden pickaxe, and digging down for cobblestone.

“Commentary George! Tell us your process!”, Dream grabbed softly onto George’s sides and bounced him once. George squeaked and jerked his arms back down. “This is practice for a recording!”.

“Shut up!”, George snapped, voice shaky.

“Your hands are off the controls again!”, Sapnap laughed and gestured at the screen.

“Shut up Sap! I know!”, he yelled.

God, he was so wired. No matter what, he couldn’t calm down.

The screen clicked with the familiar sound for damage and his Minecraft character jumped as something hit him from behind. George’s heart dropped in fear. Before he could react at all, Dream’s fingers came to life on his sides. He squealed and threw his body back against Dream’s chest. He gasped and pried at the hands, but when he couldn’t remove them and the tickling persisted a few more seconds he burst into laughter.

“No!”, he cried and twisted in Dream’s lap. How humiliating. The other two laughed at his crazed reaction.

“George you have to play!”, Dream struggled to get out though his own laughter.

But, he was a goner. His character was beaten to death by a spider as he squirmed and laughed uncontrollably.

“Please!”, he peeped as he jerked his knee up into the desk painfully. “Ow! Dream!”. He squealed and dropped his head back against Dream in defeat. “No more!”.

Dream stopped. The other two were in disbelief over George’s complete loss of control.

“Was that real?”, Sapnap asked.

“Shut up…”, George whined through his giggles. He was limp and sliding down, so Dream hooked him under the arms to drag him back up. The poor thing yelped.

“God, you’re ticklish.”, Dream chuckled.

“I can’t do this.”, George sighed and let himself relax fully back into Dream. Normally he would resist, but he was embarrassed and feeling small. “Maybe someone else can be the one playing?”.

“No.”.

“No.”, they both responded in sync.

“Idiots.”.