#ler!allan

Things were so different. Dreamhouses had been changed, the name Barbie had been defamed, and now horses were a thing apparently?

Well, whatever had changed, Allan didn’t like it. Not one bit. It may have been a plus that the Kens were now a little more willing to hang out with him, but the way they chose to hang out? It didn’t make it worth it at all. Allan wasn’t interested in sports or seeing how many push-ups you can do in one minute, he wasn’t built for that.

And now here he was, sat on a couch with Ken in what used to be Barbie’s Dreamhouse, watching two horses galloping through a grassy field on an almost comically sized TV. Ken had his elbows rested on his knees as he leant forward, almost in a trance watching the animals, while Allan was shifting a bit uncomfortably where he sat.

This was bad. He wanted things to go back to normal. He wanted his friend back.

He had to get Ken to snap out of it. But how? He decided to choose one of the easy (well, he thought it’d be easy) options. Talk to him.

“Uh… Ken?”

“Hm?” Ken responded, eyes still fixed on the screen. Wow. Polite much.

“Are… are you sure all this…” Allan hesitated. The fact Ken was barely paying attention wasn’t helping. Heck, he wasn’t sure Ken was even paying attention at all! “…change is gonna be good for BarbieLand?”

Suddenly, Ken whipped his head to the side to gift Allan with a look of disbelief.

“You’re honestly doubting all this cool stuff we’ve changed BarbieLand into?!” Ken gasped while pointing an accusing finger at Allan.

“Well… didn’t you love Barbie?” Allan questioned nervously. Ken crossed his arms, letting out a dramatic huff.

“Me? In love with Barbie? Yeah, right. I never liked her, she’s so stupid.” The more Ken spoke, the more his voice turned into a mumble as he looked down at his fidgety hands, almost pouting. Then he shot his head back up to look toward Allan again. “Anyway, this is gonna be good for everyone! The Kens are finally gonna live up to their full potential, and we’ll never be taken for granted again! Come on, it’s better to finally have somewhere to sleep for once, right?”

Allan hesitated again before answering.

“I guess… but what about all the other things you used to love? Like… beach?” He asked, hoping bringing back the memories would be able to help Ken go back to normal.

“Ugh, I hated that job! I couldn’t even shred waves, and every time I tried, Ken over there would just taunt me!” Ken gestured to another afar Ken, who was currently flexing his muscles to another smitten Barbie.

“But what about all the beach offs you used to do with him? You enjoyed those, right?” Allan consoled Ken, placing a small hand on his shoulder, which was grumpily shrugged off with a small grunt.

“All we did was roll around on the beach like a couple of kids. If I were to beach him off now, I’d put my boxing skills to some good use.” Ken growled, not looking very hesitant about his idea.

Allan started to panic. Kens boxing each other was the last thing he was trying to make happen. Once Ken started to stand up, he was instantly pulled back down onto the couch.

“Woah! Okay, okay. Don’t do that. Uh- Uhm- Just watch your horsey thing.”

Ken breathed a small huff through his nose, before going back to watching his show, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed in frustration every time his eyes slightly wandered to the other Ken, who was still being admired by that Barbie.

Allan hated seeing Ken like this. I mean, he knew he and the other Ken had that rivalry, but it never ever seemed this full of spite. He began wracking his brain, trying to think of other things that made Ken happy. After a few moments, Allan got an idea. Something Ken used to practically beg the other Kens to do before this mess.

“Hey, Ken.”

Ken actually turned his face to Allan this time, clearly feeling a bit more emotionally vulnerable at the moment. Ken probably should’ve been warned by the smile on Allan’s face.

“Remember how much you used to love this?” Before Ken could even react, Allan used his advantage of him not wearing a shirt under his mink, and instantly reached one hand over to Ken’s stomach, scribbling at it. In response, Ken let out a yelp, one that would most likely not be considered “manly” by the Kens, before immediately curling up and covering his torso with his big furry coat. Allan removed his hand, hoping that would’ve done at least something. Ken slowly turned to face Allan, and the look on his face was enough to let Allan know he was in trouble.

“You trynna make me look less masculine, bro?!” Ken berated, standing up from the couch and strutting towards Allan. In response, the panicking doll began crawling backwards on the couch towards the armrest.

“Wohoah, Ken. I- I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to!” Allan stammered.

“Oh, no. It’s way too late for that now, man!” Before Allan could protest, Ken had launched himself at him, pinned him down on the couch, and instantly went for his sides, squeezing them.

“AH-! KEHehen! W-Wahahait!” Allan burst into giggles, trying to fight back against Ken.

“Nope! Should’ve seen this coming, dude!” Ken interjected, instantly moving his rough tickles up to Allan’s ribs. Allan also squeaked in response, unable to fight back as Ken held both his wrists with one hand, keeping them far from his torso.

“KEHEHEN! Q-QUIHIT IHIHIT!” Unfortunately, any protests went in through one ear and straight out the other. Ken kept up the tickles, switching from squeezing at Allan’s sides to vibrating a claw into his ribs, then going back to the squeezing again. Allan could feel his face warming up as his friend attacked him. Tickling was always a thing that flustered him, and he never got why it wasn’t that way for the Barbies and Kens. He rarely ever got tickled either, so…

Allan couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t enjoying this. Ken seemed to be too, chuckling evilly over every high-pitched noise that left his buddy’s mouth.

“Are you sorry, bro?” Ken asked, grinning in amusement.

“Y-YEHES! I’M SOHOHORRY!” Allan squeaked, unable to help stuttering as he tried to speak through his laughter.

“Hmm, say uncle first.” At this point, Ken was getting really mean, freeing Allan’s wrists but tormenting his stomach with one hand and his neck with the other. These weren’t as ticklish as the other spots Ken had been targeting, but it was still almost impossible for Allan to speak through his non-stop giggles.

“Uhu- *snrk* I cahant!”

“Hey, Ken! What’s going on?”

Both boys turned their heads to see two other Kens watching the whole ordeal. Allan felt his eyes widen. Oh no.

“Oh, nothing, Ken. Just me proving to Allan not to mess with me. Guy thinks he can tickle me and get away with it.”

“Ohh, right. I just heard a bunch of high-pitched screaming. Thought Barbie was in danger or something.” Another Ken stated.

“Nah, everything’s cool. You two wanna help me?” Ken questioned, smirking. The two other Kens seemed to like the idea, but Allan instantly jumped in.

“Ohhh no no no! Uncle, okay?! Pleahease!” All three Kens rolled their eyes while the original got off of Allan.

“You’re no fun, dude. But fine.”

“But dont think we’re gonna shut up about this!”

“Yeah, that’s right. We might even tell all the Barbies!” Ken declared, ruffling Allan’s hair.

“No, don’t do that!” Allan whined, sorting out his hair. Great. Now he had three Kens teasing him. Where was Stereotypical Barbie, anyway?? When was she coming back from the Real World? He wasn’t sure how long it’d be before the Kens dropped something like this.

Suddenly, a gasp snapped Allan out of his thoughts.

“Guys, look! The horses are fighting!”

Ken returned to his television trance, same with one Ken sat next to him and another looming over the back of the couch as they watched two horses bucking and hitting each other, most likely to prove themselves worthy over a female companion.

“Who do you think is gonna shy away from the battle first?”

“Three brewski beers says the one on the right gets the lady horse!”

“You’re on!”

Huh. Guess that didn’t take long. Unfortunately Allan’s attempt to fix Ken was unsuccessful.