#ler!baseball

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Lightbulb was on Inanimate Island, sitting in a large, grassy field. The day’s challenge had concluded, and the team captain was enjoying some time to herself.

On her right was a pile of oatmeal raisin cookies, previously awarded to her team. Lightbulb had collected the baked goods from the other Bright Lights, as she seemed to be the only one who didn’t despise the cookie type.

Reaching to her right, Lightbulb felt around on the ground for one of her cookies, but was met with only grass and dirt.

“Huh? That’s strange.” Lightbulb said to herself. “Oh! They must be on my other right. Silly me.”

Lightbulb felt around on the ground once more, this time on her left, but still came up empty handed.

“Wha? Where did… wh-who…”

Lightbulb frantically searched around, looking for any trace of her missing snack, when suddenly, she spotted something. Over in the distance, a large, circular figure stood tall in the field.

Baseball.

Narrowing her eyes, Lightbulb stood, stomping in the other’s direction.

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“Hey, you!”

Baseball turned around, a voice having suddenly appeared behind him.

“Oh, hey Lightbulb. What’s up?” He greeted as Lightbulb came to a stop.

“Don’t act so innocent, thief! I know exactly what you did. Well, not exactly, but I have a pretty good idea!”

Baseball blinked.

“Uh, I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“My oatmeal raisin cookies! Somebody swiped them under the cover of darkness! Which is strange because the sun hasn’t gone down yet…” Lightbulb paused, placing her fingers to her chin in thought, before continuing, “and who more likely a culprit than my nemesis, the captain of the other team! Stealing my snack to mess with my mind and throw me off my game, eh?!”

Baseball stared blankly in return, trying to make sense of the accusation.

“Lightbulb, you know those things cause global warming, right? You really shouldn’t be eating them. Not sure why you’d want to anyway when they taste so disgusting. You would never catch me with one, stolen or not.”

“Denying it, are we?” Lightbulb took a step closer. “I have to warn you, Baseball, you might not like what happens next if you don’t admit to your crimes.”

Baseball sighed. "I already told you, I didn’t take your cookies. I would never do something like that.”

“Alright, you leave me no choice.”

Lightbulb moved even closer to Baseball, sticking her arms out at her sides before thrusting them forward. Her hands came into contact with Baseball’s sides, where they remained, stationary.

Baseball looked down at her, confused.

“Uh, Lightbulb?”

No response. Instead, Lightbulb’s fingers began fluttering against the white surface, increasing their speed with each passing second.

“Pfft-! H-hey! Stohop thahat!” Baseball giggled, shutting his eyes and slightly bending his knees.

“Nuh-uh. If you’re not gonna fess up, then I’ve just gotta tickle it out of ya.”

Baseball shook his body around in an attempt to deter Lightbulb, but she kept up her attack.

“If yohou dohon’t quihit it, I’ll hahave to doho sohomething you mihight not lihike!” Baseball warned, opening one eye.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try!”

“Ohokay, you ahasked for ihit.”

Baseball then dropped to the ground, bringing his legs up and placing his heels on either side of Lightbulb. He then slowly rolled onto his back, lifting Lightbulb into the air in the process.

Lightbulb halted her fingers as she felt herself being lifted, quickly latching onto Baseball’s legs for support. Baseball stopped rolling once he was completely on his back, shifting his legs so that Lightbulb was laying flat against his soles, staring down at him.

“Well, this is not what I was expecting. You may be able to bring a light into the sky, Baseball,  but you can’t make it fly!” Lightbulb let go of one of his legs, raising her fist and shaking it.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s more.”

Baseball then drew back his legs, holding them there for a moment, before propelling them forward, one after the other, in a constant kicking motion. The kicks had very little force behind them so as to not hurt Lightbulb. They did, however, send a tingly sensation through her body as they repeatedly made contact with her metal base.

Lightbulb quickly returned her free hand to Baseball’s leg, holding onto him in order to prevent herself from being flung off.

“Ihi hahave beheen decehehived!” She cried out, kicking her legs as she laughed.

“Promise to leave me alone and I’ll stop.” He offered.

“Nehever!”

Lightbulb released her hold on Baseball’s legs, a single kick then sending her flying through the air and into a nearby bush.

Baseball gasped. “Lightbulb!”

Clambering to his feet, Baseball quickly made his way over to the bush.

“A-are you okay?! I didn’t mean to-”

“Ooh, ouch, the pain-!” Lightbulb’s cries cut him off. “Oh, how will I ever recover?”

“Lightbulb?” Baseball shuffled closer, his expression one of concern.

“Baseball, come closer. See what I have become.”

Baseball, using one leg, pushed the bush aside. Inside, Lightbulb was laying on her back, one arm draped across her forehead. She turned to look at him.

“Thank you, Baseball… for falling for my ruse!” She suddenly shot up, standing and lunging at Baseball, who cried out in alarm.

Bumping into him, Lightbulb quickly brought her hands up to roughly scribble across Baseball’s middle.

“NAHAHA! LIHIGHTBUHULB!”

“Oldest trick in the book! A book which you have clearly not read. Otherwise, you would have seen the chapter on my sneak attack. So, I guess it’s actually a good thing you didn’t read it. For me, anyway.”

Doing his best to not let Lightbulb’s nonsensical ramblings faze him, Baseball rushed forward, knocking into her. She fell back, landing on the ground with an oomph.

Baseball wasted no time, immediately moving forward and plunking himself down on Lightbulb’s middle, effectively pinning her under his weight. His knees gently pressed into her upturned palms, pinning them, as well.

Lightbulb struggled momentarily. “Darn, this wasn’t part of the plan.”

Silently, Baseball leaned down, pressing a raspberry to the neck of her glass bulb. He followed it with another, and another.

“GUAH- AHAHA!” Lightbulb thrashed, her legs kicking wildly.

As Baseball continued the onslaught, he felt Lightbulb’s hands wrap around his knees as best they could, followed by the discharge of small, harmless electric sparks from her fingers.

He pulled back momentarily, giggling. “Cuhut thahat ohout!”

“NOHO- YOHOU! EHEHE!” Lightbulb insisted through her laughter.

Baseball resumed the raspberries, but could not shake the feeling of the incessant sparking at his knees.

After a little while, Baseball could no longer stand it. He pulled back completely, moving off of Lightbulb and back onto the ground.

The two team captains remained there, neither making a move, as they each regained their breath. Baseball glanced over at Lightbulb, who was hugging her middle.

“Lightbulb,” He broke the silence between them, standing to tower over her, “let’s just call a truce. Otherwise, we’re going to be here all day.”

Lightbulb looked at him before sitting up.

“No way!” She grabbed onto his knees once more. “I’m not letting go until you tell me where you stashed my cookies!”

As the sparks started flowing from her fingertips, Baseball sat back down, directing his heels to Lightbulb’s sides, against which they began repeatedly dragging up and down.

The two maintained the battle of wills for a number of minutes, before Lightbulb’s grip began to falter, and a certain weakness started to spread through Baseball’s legs.

The sparks ceased, with Lightbulb’s hands sliding down and off of Baseball, while Baseball’s legs sank down to the ground. Lightbulb topped forwards, falling face-first onto the ground directly in front of Baseball.

“This exchange has exchanged my energy for non-energy.” She mumbled into the dirt, raising her hands in the air. “You win, Baseball. You can have the whole bakery.”

“Lightbulb, for the last time, I don’t want your cookies. I never took them to begin with.” Baseball said, looking down at her. “Can we just agree to be on friendly terms again?”

Lightbulb pushed herself up onto her elbows, being greeted with the sight of an outstretched leg from Baseball.

“Alrighty.” She grabbed hold, accepting the handshake.

Lightbulb then stood up, with Baseball following suit.

“Glad we learned something today.” She brushed herself off. “Well, I’m off to find the real cookie snatcher!”

“Heh, good luck with that!” Baseball called out as Lightbulb walked off, internally cringing at even the thought of consuming an oatmeal raisin cookie.

Lightbulb could sure be an unpredictable source of chaos, and with her leading one of the teams again, Baseball knew one thing for certain.

This was definitely going to be an interesting season.

Suitcase spoke to Baseball energetically, ignoring the fact Nickel was leaning on the other side of Baseball and probably eavesdropping.

Baseball and Suitcase had been talking to eachother about whatever came to mind to cure their boredom all day. Suitcase had wanted to talk to Balloon a little but they couldn't find him, so they had assumed he went outside to find inspiration for poems.

"Anything interesting happen recently?" Suitcase asked the ball. Baseball looked down at her before looking back up at the ceiling as he thought. "Not really..." Baseball said.

"Paintbrush almost caused a wildfire on the island a few days ago." Nickel popped in, readjusting his position to get more comfortable as he used Baseball liked a pillow. Suitcases smile dropped when Nickel decided to jump into their conversation.

"Oh, I didn't hear about that." Baseball said. "Me neither." Suitcase mumbled, trying not to sound annoyed, but her voice definitely dropped a little bit. Nickel didn't say anything after.

Suitcase didn't really feel all to good with Nickel here. They hadn't been the... "closest of allies" after season 2 ended, but they had found themselves having to have uncomfortable short conversations at times. Nickel always seemed a little off-put, and Suitcase just didn't wanna be around him that much. Baseball still seemed perfectly fine with Nickel.

"..Nickel?" Baseball spoke. Nickel opened his eyes, not saying anything and looking up at Baseball. "Uh- you've been acting more.. 'snarky' than usual." Baseball said.

Nickels eyes widened slightly, but he didn't seem panicked. "It's nothing. People in this hotel get on my nerves sometimes, that's all." Nickel huffed. Suitcase sighed. "I'm sure they do." She mumbled, not necessarily with attitude, but Nickel took it as such. "I wasn't even talking to you." Nickel growled. Baseball remembered when Nickel used to act like this during season two. He really didn't like remembering it. "Woah, calm down!" Baseball spoke between them. "You don't need to argue. Suitcase wasn't being mean." Baseball defended. "Oh, I wasn't trying to insult him. Sorry if I came off that way..?" Suitcase apologized.

Nickel huffed and leaned against Baseball again, looking away from Suitcase.

Baseball looked a little concerned and guilty. Suitcase put a foot on his knee as a silent comfort. Baseball smiled at her.

Nickel then noticed their little happy moment. Would it be out of character for him to ruin it for Baseballs attention?

But how would he?

Nickel blew a sudden raspberry on Baseballs side, making him yelp and jump away. Nickel laughed after. Baseball giggled and pulled his legs close. Suitcase looked a little shocked, but gave Baseball a soft smile. "Hehe, Nickel! What was that for?" Baseball playfully pretended to be angry. Suitcase tittered at Baseballs tone. "Do I have to have a reason? I was bored." Nickel rolled his eyes.

Suitcase nudged Baseballs side, making him squeak. "Aw, you're ticklish!" Suitcase exclaimed, nudging his side to get more squirms and squeaks out of him. Baseball giggled and gently pushed Suitcase away. "Alright, alright!" He tittered. Nickel chuckled and sat back down.

Baseball gave suitcase a mischievous look before turning back to Nickel. "Y'know, Nickel," Baseball got up and walked towards the coin. Nickel became weary, gently scooting away. Baseball smirked. Suitcase got the idea of what was about to happen, so she stood up and watched from the sidelines. If it did work, then it'll sure be entertaining for her.

"It's only fair I get revenge!" Baseball continued. Nickel slowly stood off the seat, backing away with a tiny competitive grin. "If you can catch me!" Nickel exclaimed before he began running around the room. Baseball stood in shock for a moment before chasing after the coin. Suitcase giggled and stood out of the way.

It was clear Nickel was quicker than Baseball and could fit through smaller spaces, and Baseball wasn't gonna catch him at this rate. Suitcase chuckled.

Nickel slipped past Baseball and began running into a corner Suitcase was near. "Get him!" Baseball exclaimed. Suitcases eyes widened. Was he wanting her to get involved!?

It felt like she lost control of her legs when she ran in front of Nickel, gently headbutting him. Nickel fell on his back and quickly tried to stand, but Suitcase acted quickly. She got on top of him and pinned him down flat. It was rather easy since he was just a coin. Suitcase sat on his hips and kept him on the ground. Nickel pulled his legs up to defend himself, but they just weakly hit her back.

Nickel looked rather shocked and surprised that they had caught him. He sat in silence, not expecting to end up losing the chase.

Baseball ran up from behind and looked down at Nickel. "Hehe," Baseball wore a soft smile, sitting down. Nickel could see both Suitcase and Baseball looking down at him, unable to escape as Suitcase pinned him.

"...Jerks." Nickel huffed. Baseball chuckled. Suitcase tilted her head. "You blew the raspberry on Baseball!" She playfully exclaimed. "I didn't chase him around before pinning him!" Nickel grunted, but he clearly was playing around as Suitcase was.

Baseball smiled fondly at the two. It was a thoroughly playful moment between the two, something he hadn't saw in ages... had he ever saw one?

As the two continued "bickering", Baseball leaned over before blowing a light raspberry on Nickel. Neither Nickel or Suitcase expected it, so it scared them both. Nickel screamed at the sudden sensations before falling into muffled giggles, biting his tongue and keeping his mouth shut out of embarrassment. Baseball pulled away and smirked. "Sensitive?" He asked. Nickel gave Baseball an angered look, but it wasn't all that convincing. Baseball thought it was because Suitcase was here.

"I didn't think Nickel was ticklish, honestly." Suitcase admitted. Nickel huffed and tried to pull himself out from under Suitcase. "Alright, that's enough. Up! Now!" Nickel demanded. Suitcase tilted her head. "I mean.. remember how bad you treated me in season two? I think a little revenge is owed." She said, nodding at her own words. Baseball immediately understood, grinning at the Nickel.

"No! That's stupid!" Nickel growled, still trying to pull away. Suitcase stopped him by blowing a raspberry at the center of Nickels stomach. "EEP-" Nickel squealed before muffling it, kicking his legs uncontrollably.

Suitcase stopped and smiled. "Wow! Yea, he is sensitive, Baseball!" She teased. Nickel gave Suitcase an angry expression. "You better stop that!" He growled.

Instead of stopping, Suitcase leaned down and gently Nibbled the ridges of Nickels sides. Nickel sharply gasped, kicking harder than before and holding his breath so he wouldn't laugh. Baseball giggled and moved to Nickels other side, mimicking Suitcase.

Nickel made some weird choked noises, squeaking more and more. He squirmed and kicked uncontrollably, trying hard to keep quiet.

"...ehehe-noho..suhuhuitcahahse...quhuit ihihit.." he said, trying to muffle his laughter. It was clear that his ridges were probably a terrible spot if focused on, and, God, that's all that Baseball and Suitcase were nibbling.

"...hehe- no..I-I cahan't take ihit! Stop!" Nickel kicked harder before pulling his legs up, hitting Suitcase in the back with his knees.

"ACK-" Suitcase stopped nibbling, sitting up straight, Baseball stopped as well. "Suitcase!" He exclaimed in concern. "Are you okay??"

Suitcase groaned. "Uh, yea.." She nodded. "Just hurts a little bit." She said.

Nickel was catching his breath, scowling at the two. "Serves you right..." He grumbled.

Baseball and Suitcase gave him unimpressed expressions before Suitcase looked at Baseball with a smirk. Baseball caught on, leaning down and nudging Nickels side. Nickel squeaked and began squirming. Before he knew it, both Suitcase and Baseball breathed in and blew raspberries on both of his sides as exaggerated as they could.

"WAHA-WAHAHAHIT!" Nickel tried to muffle what noises he made, but many still escaped. "EHEH- GOHOHOHAHAHHAD- STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIS IS UNBEHEHAHAHARABLE!" Nickel began kicking again, and that's when Suitcase and Baseball stopped.

Nickel had tears pricking at his eyes, him breathing hard with a shakey smile.

Suitcase got off of Nickel, and he quickly sat up and pulled his legs close to himself. Baseball chuckled. "We need to do that again soon!" Baseball exclaimed. Nickel shook his head. "No..No, we don't." Suitcase giggled.

This one ended weirdly im sorru💔💔

If you suffered through this story, ima give u an image that I was gonna add on the top but changed my mind