#lee scott

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing onto Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

"...And if the robots ever start being weird and going places they're not supposed to, there's a switch on their backs where you can change how active they are! At parties you want to keep it at 8, but when they're in the maintenaince room, keep it at a 1 or a 0."

On the backs of the robots' heads, there were numbers you could adjust for just that purpose. Scott took his wrench to show Mike the control panel and turned to him with a smile.

Shrugging, Mike told him he'd remember that if it's necessary.

Opening up the panel, Scott gasped.

"What's going on?! W-was this in the original programming?!" He flinched and stepped back. Then he paced around, holding his head. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"

Mike inspected the panel, but all he saw was a lot of ones and zeroes.

"Uhhh, care to explain?"

"Yeah, uhhhh..." Scott looked back at the panel with a wince. He pointed to a small section after the 'personality' program. "This here says that these guys are supposed to bite or chomp on any human that comes near them when they're online!"

"How do we fix that?" Mike said.

Meanwhile, Scott was already typing something on the keyboard linked to the controls. "Uhh, I'm working on it. Just a second..."

He frowned, as it seemed the program overrided all of his attempts to shut down the 'attack' mode.

Poking his back, Mike tried to get his attention. Scott shot up in the air. "Eeek!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... I'm simply curious. Um, is there a way to change the state of the attack mode?"

Scott looked up, intrigued. "W-what do you mean...?"

Mike grinned. "I mean, is there a way to change the attack from, say, 'bite' to 'tickle'?"

He huffed. "A-are you mocking me...?"

Scott remembered all the times Mike and his friends tickled him to tears.

"Not at all. I just think it would be a lot more safe for the customers." Mike replied, looking away coyly.

"Alright. I'll try it..." Scott said with a distrusting glare.

Against all odds, it worked.

...

Scott grinned, as he had a plan. "Are you ready, Foxy? It's showtime!"

"Yarr harr harr!" The robot said. Foxy had his hook replaced with another paw, since they found his hook was too sharp to be around kids. Scott had taken the hook to the maintenance room so they could make it duller. In the meantime, Foxy was good as new! Scott grinned, proud of his work.

"Oh Mike! I think there's something wrong with Foxy!"

Coming over, Mike rolled his eyes. "What is it this time?"

Foxy picked up Mike.

"Scott?! What's this!! Make him put me down!"

Instead, Scott sat back to watch the action. Foxy started tickling Mike's sides.

"EEHEEEHEEHHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEE!" Mike screamed, thrashing in his grasp. "SCOHOOHOOHOOOOOTT!"

Scott laughed. "Consider this my revenge, Michael!"

"OHOHOHOOOOOO! YOHHOHOOUU ARE SOHOHOHOOHO GETTING IHIHIIHIIIIIT!" He squealed.

Foxy tickled Mike's entire torso, including his back and navel, before letting him go. The worst spot seemed to be his ribs, right before they met his armpits. When he set him down, Mike was a giggling, flushed mess.

"My hair.." he whined, the thrashing having messed his beautiful brown locks up.

"Oh, you'll get over it!" Scott rolled his eyes, holding an empty popcorn bag.

Getting his bag, Mike applied more hair gel to try and fix it.

Then Foxy came up to Scott and picked him up.

"Eeek! F-Foxy, please!"

Mike grinned at the karmic justice.

"Let's see how you like it!"

Instead of tickling him, Foxy just froze.

"What?!" Mike said, feeling robbed.

"Heh. G-guess it's another malfunction...?" Scott said nervously, trying to wiggle out of Foxy's grasp.

Getting up, Michael made his way towards Scott.

"Michael, I'm sorry! P-please!"

"It's alright, Scott, I forgive you..." he said with a mischievous grin. "Now, let's get you out of there, shall we...?"

Squealing, Scott wiggled and thrashed before his friend even touched him.

"Please!! Please, Mike!! Eeek! I-I can't stand it!!"

"Relax, Scott. This will only take a minute!!" Mike teased, wiggling his fingers in front of his belly.

Closing his eyes, Scott blushed with a grin.

Then, to catch him by surprise, Mike went for his ribs, making him scream!

"AHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! MIHIHIHIHIKE!"

And he tickled everywhere that Foxy had tickled him, going around to his back, gliding his fingers up his spine and squeezing his hips.

Scott was shedding tears already. "AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA!! IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!"

Mike was sure to trace his armpits gently, since he remembered Scott had a bad experience being picked up as a kid. His soft tracing was super effective, making Scott devolve into endless chortles.

Then he moved away to trace along his neck, making him turtle. And he decided to tease him as well.

"Aww, is poor cute Scotty ticklish...? And does he like it when people tickle him?"

His face was completely flushed now. Shaking his head, he whined. "M-Mike, please!"

Michael chuckled. "I mean, I think we all know the answer to that!"

Then he unbuttoned his security guard shirt and traced along his tummy.

"AHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAASEE!" He shrieked.

"Is that the anticipation, or is it really that ticklish...?" Mike genuinely wondered. "I mean, I know your stomach's your worst spot, but..."

"LEEEET MEEHEEHEHEHEHEHE DOHOOHOHOHHOWN!"

"Nah." And he scribbled all over his tummy, making note of how toned it was. "I see you've been working out!"

Not expecting a compliment, he flushed even more. "EEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! MIHIHIHIHIIIIKE!"

He booped the button and blew ten tiny raspberries over it, relishing in Scott's reactions. Which consisted of squeals, shrieks, and begging. Finally, he gave Scott a rest, letting him catch his breath.

"Ohohohoho goohooohoodness!" He panted, slumping in Foxy's arms.

"Gee, I'd have thought that would have worked. Oh well!" So Mike tried to remove Foxy's paws from Scott himself. He wasn't as tech savvy, but he got an idea. Lightly tickling under Foxy's arms, he teased the fox robot about his own sensitivity. To his surprise, it worked and Foxy dropped him!

"T-thanks, Mike..." Scott mumbled, still tickle-happy.

"Yeah, no problem! And guess what? Foxy's ticklish!"

Scott came over to examine him. "No way!" He wiggled his fingers on Foxy's tummy. From the voice box came the sound of a pirate's laugh!

"Yahahahaahahaar Haaahahahahahaarrr Haahahahaharrrr!" And Foxy covered his stomach.

"Heh, amazing!"

At that moment, William Afton came into the restaurant and unlocked the door to his office, promptly walking inside and closing it.

"Hey, you know what I think...?" Mike said. "We should have the animatronics get my dad!"

Scott looked panicked. "A-are you crazy?! He'll kill us!"

Mike stopped to think. It may have been meant metaphorically, but he knew William was capable of rather evil things. "Well, let's just wash our hands of this so he doesn't know it was us! All evidence removed. And if he gets too close, it's out of our hands!"

There was a chuckle and a snort from Scott. "You know what? You're right. ... I mean, once he finds out the program was changed he'll probably reprogram them. But you can't say we didn't try!"

Patting him on the back, Mike nodded. "Good man. For now, let's just subtly warn customers of the dangers of this place. Serves father right for endangering his own business!"

In the coming weeks, Mike and Scott did just that. Reminding customers that there are rumors surrounding this place and that the animatronics are dangerous if you get too close. And William was getting a little stranger each day. Business was good, and there were no more child murders in the past few months. Which felt unnerving to William. He discussed it with Henry, who seemed happy. Scowling, he realized there was something up.

So William decided to try and fix them, starting with Bonnie. But once he approached Bonnie, the large rabbit grabbed him around the waist and tickled him mercilessly.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAA!! WHOHOHOHHOHOOOO DDIHIHIHIHIIID THIHIHIHIIIIHIHIHIIIIS?!" He shrieked like a girl, and kicked wildly.

Mike and Scott tried not to laugh as they continued to work.

Well, it was fun while it lasted! They both thought.