"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.

"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.

"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.

"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!

"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.

"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.

"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."

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