#lee!knife

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Suitcase and Knife were strolling down a dusty, dirt pathway in the semi-darkness. It was night, and the pair had just been confirmed as the two finalists of the season.

Neither one had spoken since they began making their way down the path. Tensions were relatively high after the events of that day, and both had rather dismayed expressions, despite their current rankings in the competition.

After a few minutes of walking, Knife glanced over at Suitcase.

“You know, it was a mistake choosing me.” He said, breaking the silence between them.

Suitcase returned his gaze. “Huh? Why do you say that?”

A smug grin crossed Knife’s face.

“Because I’m going to win.”

“Oh, that’s funny...” Suitcase began, a small smile appearing on her face as she looked back at the path ahead. “I was pretty sure I chose you so that I wouldn’t have any real competition in the end. My mistake.”

Knife felt Suitcase’s words pierce directly through his ego.

“Seems like your logic was flawed.” He retorted through gritted teeth.

“Was it?” Suitcase flashed Knife her own smug, knowing look.

Knife stared her down through a forced smile, with Suitcase readily matching his intensity.

Just then, Knife froze in place, letting out a small gasp.

“Suitcase! Do you see that?” He exclaimed, pointing at a spot further down the path.

Suitcase slowed. She looked at Knife confusingly, before turning her attention to the area. “Huh?”

Bap! Suitcase felt someone flick her right in the centre of her face. She stumbled back, reorienting herself as she heard Knife chuckling.

“Did you see it?” He grinned at her, with Suitcase shooting him an agitated look in return.

“It must have slipped me by...” She replied, subtly moving closer to Knife, “I think that you should check this out, though.”

In an instant, Suitcase clicked open, positioned herself under Knife’s arm, and snapped shut. There wasn’t enough pressure to cause Knife any harm, but effectively trapped his limb.

“Wha- hey!” Knife began roughly tugging at his arm, but Suitcase wouldn’t let go. “I need that!”

“Actually, it’s mine now. It’s the least I could get after enduring that ruthless attack.”

Knife stopped tugging with a sigh. “Okay, I have to warn you, if you don’t let go, I may have to do something you’ll regret.”

“Try me.” Suitcase replied without a beat.

“Alright...”

Suitcase felt Knife’s trapped hand suddenly spring to life inside of her inner compartment, his fingers brushing up against the lining. She found herself fighting a smile as small sparks were produced from the gentle contact.

Suitcase slightly folded in on herself. “Pfft- Knife!”

“I tried to warn you.” He explained, the brushing transitioning to light scratching.

“Aha-! Wahait! Thahat’s not fahair!” Suitcase giggled, lightly stomping one of her feet against the ground.

“It is when you’re the one keeping it in there. This is a situation of your own making.”

Suitcase shook herself around. “Just stahap!”

“Only if you let go.” Knife asserted, speeding up his fingers.

“ACK! OKAHAY!”

Suitcase opened up, allowing Knife to retract his arm.

Knife dusted off the now-free limb. “See? Was that so hard?”

Suitcase, regaining her breath, decided that she wasn’t going down that easily.

Without warning, she jumped up and clamped herself shut over Knife’s blade, bringing him back down with her as she landed on the ground.

Knife was now suspended horizontally in the air, with the better part of his blade trapped within Suitcase’s inner compartment.

Muffled protests sounded from inside of Suitcase.

“What’s that? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you in there.” Suitcase taunted. Raising up one of her legs, she began trailing her ankle down the length of Knife’s side.

Knife’s limbs tensed up before frantically swinging through the air.

“Seems like the shoe is on the other foot now, huh?” Suitcase teased, continuing the action.

Knife struggled for a moment longer, before his hands came to rest on Suitcase’s front. His fingers quickly moved to wiggle against the area.

“AH! Nohoho- Knihife!” Suitcase laughed, now struggling to keep her balance.

Eventually, Suitcase was forced to click open, allowing for Knife to tumble out. She subsequently fell backwards onto the ground.

Knife remained there for a moment, recovering, as Suitcase quickly lifted herself to her feet.

“Yohou jeherk!” She giggled out.

Before Knife could respond, Suitcase pounced at him, situating herself on top of his handle. Knife pressed his hands to her front, lightly pushing at her.

“I’m the jerk? You trapped me!” Though he was attempting to seem upset, Knife’s playful grin suggested otherwise.

“Yeah, and I’d do it again!" Suitcase leaned down, pressing a raspberry against the centre of Knife’s handle.

Knife squeaked, shoving Suitcase off and onto the ground.

Suitcase couldn’t help but giggle. “Whahat was thahat nohoise?”

Knife ignored the question, sitting up.

“So that’s how you wanna play, huh? Fine.”

Knife advanced towards Suitcase, swiftly picking her up by her handle. With his free hand, he scribbled beneath it, making Suitcase kick her legs.

“Nohoho! Ehehe! Quihit ihit!”

As Knife continued, Suitcase scanned him over. She took notice of how both of his arms were currently raised away from his body. Shooting out her legs, Suitcase positioned her ankles under each of Knife’s arms, beginning to rapidly scribble against the surfaces.

“AHA- DOHON’T!” Knife cackled, immediately dropping Suitcase. She landed on her feet, as Knife wrapped his arms protectively around himself.

“Okahay, truhuce! Truhuce.” He giggled out.

“Alright,” Suitcase conceded, “truce… for now.”

She waited with a smile as Knife stood up, the pair then resuming their trek down the pathway.

The surrounding air was noticeably lighter, with earlier tensions eased, even if just slightly. No matter what the game had left in store for them, Suitcase and Knife knew that they would be alright, as long as they had each other.

Pickle jammed the buttons on his controller, spam clicking every single one. Knife was a lot calmer and precise with what he was clicking.

Pickles eyes widened on the screen as he lost to the blade.

"Yes!" Knife threw his fist up in the air in celebration, chuckling. Pickle scoffed playfully. "No fair, you started that round before I was ready!" Pickle lightly punched Knife in the shoulder, making him drop the controller. Knife looked rather unimpressed when picking the remote up, but a grin quickly covered his face. "Another round?" Knife crossed his legs. Pickle looked up while thinking. "Nah," He sat the controller down. "Awh, you sore loser," Knife huffed playfully. "I'm a sore loser?!" Pickle put a hand to his chest, acting like he was appalled. "You won the last five rounds! I'm allowed to get tired." Pickles tone was anything but serious. Knife elbowed him in the shoulder, a bit harsher than he intended to. Pickle winced. "Aw, c'mon, y'know another round will be fun." Knife nudged him the controller. Pickle looked unimpressed before an idea popped into his head. Fairly, an immature one that Knife will probably act like and angry cat about later.

"I mean, we can play a different game." Pickle smirked at Knife. Knife smiled back, but it quickly faded when he realized Pickle was up to something.

"... And what's that?" Knife looked skeptical. Pickle held back a chuckle. "A silly one!" Pickle got a bit closer. Knife backed away from him, looking a bit irritated now. "I'm not to sure of this." Knife huffed. He clearly wasn't about to "play" whatever Pickle was thinking of.

Pickle got up and stepped in front of Knife. "Sure of what? I'm not gonna hurt you!" Pickle pounced, trapping Knife in some small hug. "I- PICKLE, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!-" Knife yelled at him, kicking as Pickle wrapped him in his arms.

Knife kept struggling for a long while, but gave up after not to long. He looked at Pickle, unimpressed.

"...Comfy?" Pickle teased. "Can you let me go, now?" Knife hissed. Pickle chuckled a tiny bit, quickly poking the blades side. Knife gave Pickle a weird look. "This isn't funny!" Knife growled. "What the hell are you doing!?" He asked. Pickle slightly regretted his decision. Knife didn't get mad at him all that often, which made him nervous.

Pickle poked Knife again... and again... and again- "QUIT IT!" Knife yelled.

Pickle laughed a tiny bit at Knifes yelling, clearing his throat after. He skittered his hand down Knifes side, earning a yelp. "Jesus, QUIT THAT!" Knife grabbed Pickles wrist angrily, giving him an annoyed look. Pickle was stunned for a moment, but eventually pulled his hand away and continued. "Quit what?" He squeezed Knifes hip, earning a surprised sharp gasp and a small titter. "No- stop.." he hid his face in his hands, not meaning to let any noise out. Pickle silently wheezed, he couldn't help finding it funny. He squeezed Knifes hip again. "Nohoho.." Knife dug his nails into Pickles back. Pickle bit the inside of his cheek, stiffening up. "Ow- Knife-" "oops." Knife removed his hands, but it's clear he didn't completely regret it. "Serves you right." He mumbled.

Pickle looked at Knife in irritation, but quickly grinned at Knife. He scritched quickly at Knifes nonexistent ribs. "Oh, it serves me right, does it?"

"PIHICKLE-" Knife cackled, trying to shove the cucumbers hands away. "THAHAT DOESN'T- NAHA-" "Doesn't what, Knife? I'm listening."

Pickle slowed down the scritching before coming to a complete stop. Knife giggled into his chest before glaring at Pickle, looking annoyed. ". . . I hate you." Knife growled. "You could easily make me stop, y'know?- like- You are stronger than me." Pickle tilted his head. Knife looked stunned for a moment. ". . ." Knife dug his nails aggressively into Pickle, earning a large wince from the cucumber. "AH- OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY- Knife stopped, looking a bit smug. Pickle rolls his eyes, letting Knife up and sitting back.

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Knife was on Inanimate Island, sitting out on the dock that overlooked the island’s lake. He had been there for a while, contemplating the events of the competition thus far.

As he watched the sun begin to set, Knife figured it was about time he headed elsewhere. He rose to his feet and began to turn around, ready to exit the dock, when he heard a loud creaking sound beneath him.

In an instant, the wooden planks gave way under Knife, and he found himself falling. He shut his eyes and braced in anticipation of plunging into the water below, but felt his body stop in space after only a moment.

Opening his eyes, Knife saw that he had indeed fallen into the newly-opened hole in the dock, but that he had only made it partially through before becoming stuck. He was now essentially hovering above the water, half of his torso suspended above the level of the dock, and the other half below it.

Knife grumbled. Planting his palms down firmly on the surrounding planks, he attempted to push himself up and out, but found that he was firmly wedged into the tight space.

Balling his fists, Knife took a swing at the wood, followed by another, and another. He kicked at the material from below. Despite his efforts, however, the planks remained intact.

“Rah!” Knife yelled out at no one in particular, feeling his anger start to build.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind the object, stopping just a few paces away.

“Knife?”

Knife recognized the voice right away as that of Suitcase, one of his teammates.

The footsteps resumed as Suitcase made her way over to Knife’s front, turning to face him.

“Knife, are you okay?” She questioned, concern evident in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He responded gruffly. “This stupid dock just collapsed under me and now I seem to be stuck.”

Suitcase surveyed the scene before moving closer to Knife, tilting forward and gesturing her handle in his direction.

“Here, grab on.”

Knife obliged, using both of his hands to firmly grasp Suitcase’s handle. Suitcase then walked backwards, attempting to pull Knife out as he clung to her, but he wouldn’t budge. Knife then let go of her handle, with Suitcase falling onto her back.

“It’s no use.” Knife said as Suitcase stood back up. “Think you could go get someone else to come help? Maybe someone with arms.”

“I think the others are busy.” Suitcase shook her head clear. “Hold on, I have an idea.”

Suitcase walked around to the other side of Knife, who crossed his arms in a huff. Sitting behind him, Suitcase slid her feet under Knife’s arms. Knife appeared to wince at the sudden contact, with Suitcase drawing back immediately.

“Oh, sorry Knife! Did that hurt you?”

Knife was glad Suitcase couldn’t see the ever-so-slight blush now present on his face.

“What? No! Of course not.”

“Then, why did you react like that?”

“Not important! Just- help me out of here!”

Suitcase tentatively hooked her feet under Knife’s arms once more, unaware of the internal battle to stifle his reactions he was now facing. She attempted to lift Knife up, but he still wouldn’t move. She tried lifting him again, using more force, but still nothing.

After a few more attempts, Knife began lightly pushing at Suitcase’s legs in an effort to shoo her off. “It’s not working. Just- just stop that.”

Suitcase pulled away once more, standing up and returning to Knife’s front. As she approached him, however, Suitcase caught a glimpse of a smile that Knife quickly forced into a frown.

She smirked as the pieces clicked together in her mind. “Oh, I get it. You’re just a bit sensitive, aren’t you?”

Knife just grumbled and put his head in his hands.

Suitcase giggled, any hint of malice dissipating immediately.

“Well, if we can’t pull you up, why don’t we try pushing you all the way through instead?”

Knife uncovered his face. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Suitcase moved in close once more, this time gently placing a foot at the top of Knife’s torso, where his handle came into contact with his blade. She then started to push down against the surface.

Knife shut his eyes and bit down on his lip, a smile having returned to his face.

“Snrk-!”

Suitcase smiled fondly at the scene. She sat down, her other foot joining in the effort to push Knife through the gap.

Knife was no longer able to contain himself. Chuckles began sounding from him as he grabbed onto Suitcase’s legs, not making any attempt to move them away.

“Yohou’re dohoing thahat on puhurpose!”

“I'm reheally not.” Suitcase laughed in return. She pushed down slightly harder as Knife still wouldn’t budge.

“Nohoho!” He laughed, squirming around as much as his current predicament allowed.

Suitcase just giggled. She continued for about another minute before Knife spoke up.

“Ohokay, stohohop! Thihis ihisn’t wohorking!”

Suitcase halted her movements and pulled away from Knife, standing up. Knife regained his breath as she spoke.

“I have one more idea on how we can get you out of there.”

Knife shot her a look.

“It won’t tickle, I promise.”

His gaze softened. “Fine. What is it?”

Suitcase offered up her handle once more. “I’m going to pull you again, but while I do so, try wriggling yourself around.”

Knife gave an affirmative nod, grabbing onto her handle. Suitcase moved back, and Knife twisted himself around in every direction he could. After a moment, Knife felt himself be slightly lifted from the space. He and Suitcase shared a look before continuing the action.

Eventually, Knife was pulled completely from the gap, falling face-first onto the dock as he let go of Suitcase’s handle.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Suit-” He paused. Nothing but an empty length of dock stood before him. “... Suitcase?”

Suddenly, he felt someone plant a raspberry from on the spot where his handle met his blade from behind.

“HAh-!” Knife lurched forward, covering the area with his hands. He quickly spun around to see a giggling Suitcase.

“Sohorry, I cohouldn’t help myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Knife said, standing up. “You have about 15 seconds before I give you something to really laugh about.”

Suitcase’s expression quickly switched to one of fear. She took a few steps back before turning and bolting in the other direction.

Knife looked down at the hole in the dock, then back up at the now-fleeing Suitcase. He chuckled to himself before chasing after her.

He could tell MePhone about the dock later. There were more important matters to attend to, first.