#ler!bluudud

His body draped over the rather comfortable couch, hands swaying back and forth. His eyes unfocused as they scanned the room, clearly looking for anything of interest yet nothing came to mind. It had been weeks since the blue killer had been pulled into a single match. He was unsure if it was just his rotten luck, or rather, something else entirely. Maybe something in the game had bugged or maybe it was code that was actively working against him. Either way, him and his two younger siblings had been tragically affected by this.

“Is there ANYTHING we could do for fun around here?” Prettypriincess was the first to speak up, her face planted right into the far cushion of the couch, hoping that it would something to block out the active boredom.

There really wasn’t anything that they could do. They’ve exhausted all the possibilities. Coolkidd’s stupid make-believe games? Tried. Bluudud’s sword fighting with dusty old pool noodles that were left in the cabin by who knows who? Tried. Prettypriincess’s girly tea-parties where she forced them to wear stupid dresses and pretend there was tea inside the obviously empty cups? …unfortunately, not even that could relieve any of them of boredom. “We could watch the faded paint dry some more in the back room,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the two shared a glare.

“We could have another tea pa-“

“No.” Bluudud and Coolkidd immediately interrupted her sentence at the same time, making Priincess deflate in her seat. She huffed and crossed her arms, her nose scrunching up a bit but she said nothing more. A beat of silence passed as the three kids continued to live this torture, being alone, unsupervised and the worst of all, bored as hell.

“We could try running around and pretending we’re in the game again!” Coolkidd suggested, and if the two were complete idiots, they’d maybe have half a heart to agree with the sentence. But due to the pool noodle fighting, the three were kind of wiped out with physical activity. “Think we’re done with that sort of thing, Cool,” Bluudud responded as he finally looked at the position the other was in. He was sprawled out on the back of the couch, barely hanging on.

“How are you comfortable like that?” he raised an eyebrow. Coolkidd only shrugged. “I don’t know. I just saw you doin’ it and I thought it’d be fun.” Oh how naive the other was. Bluudud gently nudged him in the arm. However, what he didn’t realize is that Coolkidd was centimeters away from falling off the couch entirely. The red kid let out a yelp as he fell down to the floor, landing with a loud ‘thud’.

“Look what you did!” hissed Priincess who immediately stood up to check on the younger one. But much to her and Bluudud’s surprise, he wasn’t hurt in the slightest. Instead, he seemed to be excited.

“Guys! Guys! I found something!”

The three children all gathered around the sofa, leaning over the back of it as Coolkidd held a tiny box in his hands, showing it off as if it were some kind of trophy. And boy, did all three of them stare at it like it was made of gold. It was an old console, probably older than all three of them combined, and scattered around next to it were the connecting wires and even a few scratched game discs that could probably be played if they crossed their fingers really hard.

“Holy moly,” Bluudud breathed out as he suddenly grabbed it, waving and blowing the dust off quickly to get a better look at the model. Video games were HIS passion after all, not that either of the other two would get it. The small box twisted in his grasp as if he were looking for an undisclosed secret; something that he could geek out about. It looked old, but not unusable. And hell, with the amount of games that were scattered around with it… they surely would never get bored. Well, not until they play through all of them. “C’mon, let’s go hook it up to the TV!”

The three children stood up hastily, bolting toward the living room with a newfound energy between them. In her hands, Priincess carried the multi-colored wires, ready to plug them up at any time while the youngest one held the game discs in his hands, clenching as if it was his lifeline. His mind was racing with excitement; it had been so long since he had even SEEN a console like this, much less touched one. It reminded him of old days. “Hold on,” Bluudud grunted as his fingertips gripped the edge of the TV, “I gotta get to the back of it.” He pulled on it until it was visible enough for the wire jacks to be seen, but not enough to completely disconnect it.

“Gimmie,” Bluudud extended his arm backwards. Priincess laid the wires into his hand and before long, the console was up and running. He grabbed the remote, blinking a bit as he turned on the TV. He had half a heart to expect it to break midway considering the condition it was in but the main menu screen of the console lighting up proved him wrong immediately. His tense body relaxed, a goofy smirk plastered on his face.

"Whoaaa..." Coolkidd and Priincess gasped out in wonder. Although the two had never been too big on videogames in their lives, anything was better than dealing with boredom. The two planted themselves on the couch, excitedly kicking out their feet in anticipation. Bluudud quickly plugged in all four controllers, though only three were needed. The last one lay down on the console itself, sitting there prettily.

"Hm. Which game do we wanna play first? There's a racing game- wait, that's single-player," the blue kid grumbled as he swiped through all the games. Most of them were single-player or only had room for one more which made them a bit frustrated. They all wanted to play and they'd be damned if they left someone out. Bluudud's eyes eventually found a multiplayer game; a fighting game, competitive and something he would probably win most of the time. Perfect, he thought with a sly smirk as he inserted the disc.

The screen popped up in flashing colors. It looked old and tattered, and probably had janky mechanics, but damn it if he wouldn't school his younger siblings in this match. The three gripped onto their controllers. "Wait," Priincess started as she squinted at the screen. "This requires four people."

The two boys stared at each other for a split second before throwing their heads back in frustration. Forget being bored, the worst thing was having something so close in their hands and being unable to grasp it. A feeling all three of them knew far too well. "Well, who's gonna be our fourth? There's no one here but us!"

And just as Coolkidd uttered those words, a flash of blue entered from the doorway of the cabin. It seemed that one of the killers had finally gotten finished with their match. Usually John or 1x would be done by now, but the soft exhale of the silent killer Jason echoed from behind them instead. It must've either been an easy match or the other two were struggling... which was rare for them. The kids shared a look; they knew what they needed to do. Jason HAD to be the fourth player in the game. Getting him to agree, however, might be a slight issue.

"Jason!" Priincess and Coolkidd went up to grab at his hands. He said nothing, and while he had no clear facial expressions, the subtle tilt of his head meant he was curious. "Do you think that you could do use a favor?" Priincess tilted her head. Ah, that's what she was doing. The whole 'innocent' act that would always get 1x to play with them or at the very least have her pull out her minions. Her beady eyes seemed to shine a little brighter while staring at his mask. A beat of time passed, silence that would carry through the area, and then he tilted his head again.

"Can you play with us? Pleaseeee...? We need a fourth and there's no one else around..."

. . . they were really gonna need to get used to that silence. Jason hesitated for a second, clearly not sure if he should be the one to entertain the children. He knew that anyone else would be a better fit to do this sort of thing but... looking around at the empty house, it seemed he really didn't have a choice. As cruel of a killer he may be, he had a bit of a soft spot for these children. Only a bit. Another exhale escaped his mouth, visible through the holes in the mask, and he nodded.

And thus began the downfall of the children's gaming careers. The four picked their characters; Coolkidd went with a regular swordsman, Priincess obviously picked a strong ninja lady because "she looked cute" and didn't even bother to look at their moveset, Bluudud picked a gunslinger with a well-balanced kit or so he says, and Jason went with a dark and brooding villain. Seemed fitting for who he was. "Are you guys ready?" Coolkidd grinned, holding his controller tightly.

The three kids smirked as the game started up, and soon they realized that this wasn't going to be a simple game. One round. Priincess got absolutely demolished in four seconds, Coolkidd accidentally jumped of the map and Jason managed to K.O. Bluudud almost as fast as the match started. "Hm," the blue kid muttered. That was not how he was expecting it to go. "Let's run that again."

So they did. Over, and over, and over. One match turned to three. Three turned to nine. And no matter how many times they had attempted to win, Jason somehow always managed to K.O. them at the last second. This was impossible! He had to be cheating. There was no other option. "How are you so good at this, Jason?" Coolkidd asked with a soft pout, the red kid tilting his head toward the silent slasher. He just shrugged, his calloused hands still holding the small controller.

Oh this was sparking Bluudud's competitive nature. But it was true that he couldn't exactly beat him in a legitimate one on one. "I feel like you're cheating somehow," Bluudud grumbled as he poked Jason in the side. Surely he would've focused if he hadn't noticed the giant killer tense up a bit. What was that? He raised an eyebrow as he watched the other's fingers clench the controller tighter. Oh. OH.

"Jason, how about one more round to decide the winner?" Bluudud grinned. The other two groaned. "Haven't you had enough of him kicking our butt for one day?" Priincess replied as she let her controller rest against her poofy dress, instantly picking it back up when she saw the expression the other was making. He knew something. That sly grin with his tongue sticking out like that; oh yeah, he definitely knew something. A trick, a hack, whatever it was, she knew he was gonna use it. Coolkidd was still as oblivious as ever though. "I can try my best again! I'll try not to jump off again..."

Priincess gently ruffled his hair, shaking her head. “Do your best, kid,” she muttered as the four began another match. It went smoothly… well, as smoothly as it could go. The four were beating each other up, and it almost got to the point where Jason had almost K.O’d the kids once again. But before he could finish them off with that final strike, the one kick he so desperately needed, a pair of hands snaked underneath his arms and dug into his armpits, making him jolt and drop the controller completely.

“Ah…” Bluudud chuckled, his clawed fingers wriggling against the soft flesh underneath. Jason’s breath hitched as his body continued to tense, trying not to let a single reaction slip through. Eventually he watched as his own character flew off the screen, being downed by the others but it was honestly the last thing that was on his mind. The strange, tingly feeling of the kids hands underneath his arms sent shivers down his spine, though he couldn’t exactly put a word to how it felt.

Jason’s mute nature was surely backfiring on him, however. He wanted to protest this weird sensation, to push them away but it was slowly gnawing at his defenses. “We won! We won…! What did you… do?” Priincess and Coolkidd eventually looked over to the scene in front of them, watching Bluudud’s smirk grow bigger and more devious with each second that passed. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable as his claws dug deeper against the masked killer’s armpits.

If the three hadn’t been so quiet and awe-struck, they wouldn’t have heard the soft, wheezy laughter escaping from behind the mask. It took everything — and he meant everything — he had in order not to fight back in fear that his brute strength would hurt the kids. At the same time, he might’ve been underestimating them just a little. He knew they were strong based on the matches they played. “It seems that the big bad killer is a bit ticklish,” the blue kid muttered as he moved his hands down, teasingly poking and prodding at his ribs which made him jolt even harder against the couch. “Scratch that, not a bit. Very ticklish. Aren’t you supposed to be some scary killer...?"

Ticklish. That was the word. It gave him some relief that he could still put a word to what he felt, yet he was also conflicted with embarrassment, knowing that a walking brute like him shouldn’t be weak against this sort of thing. It ate at him a little, which was amusing. A killer who doesn’t scared or even flinch when in front of someone begging for their life being weak to something like this? Hah. Laughable. Quite literally. But a killer who was susceptible to being humiliated by a twelve-year-old though? Who knew this is what his day would come to after that wonderful server wipe he did earlier. Every twitch, every prodded fingertip pressed against his rib sent him further over the edge. It had been so long since he’s felt this sort of sensation. How long, he couldn’t tell you. But what he did know is that if it continued, he was going to lose control. It surely couldn’t get worse for him, could it?

And then it did.

“I wanna try! C’mon, let me try!” Coolkidd eagerly joined in, moving in front of the couch where Jason couldn’t move from. The red kid’s hands gently kneaded against his stomach, the pudgy skin in his hands trembling underneath them. Oh no, oh no, he groaned to himself as he buried his body deeper into the corner of the couch, doing his best to block attacks from two different sides. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse…

“I guess I’ll join too~ don’t want to be a loser who sits this one, after all!” Priincess was the last to join, eventually giving in to the smile on her face. She placed herself right against his arm, sitting on the back of the couch. It allowed her to reach the back of his neck where the strap of his mask didn’t protect him very much. Her nimble fingers pinched the skin there, his arms moving up to protect himself.

It seemed no matter what he did, he would be at a loss. The tickling from his neck would make him arch forward, right into the other two, and the opposite would be true for the other two kids in front. There was no escaping this; not until they’ve had their fill. He thought about the situation. Could he have avoided this? Maybe. But honestly, he got a little caught up in beating them in the game… these cheeky little kids.

“Man, if the survivors knew you were this ticklish, they’d have a field day with it!” Bluudud chuckled as he leaned in further, making sure the larger one had no way of escaping. Jason threw his head back against the couch, which caused Priincess to gasp mockingly and wiggle her fingers even harder against his neck. "Hey! No doing that! You're gonna crush my hand!" she growled playfully, making him audibly huff and the tiniest snort escape from his mask. "Awhh... was that a snort? That was oddly adorable!" Coolkidd chimed in as his hands trailed lower, squeezing the top of Jason's knees.

The reaction he got was priceless. Jason moved his hands in front of his body, his knees jerking up and sliding together to stop the sensation. It seemed like they'd hit a weak spot there, and as unfortunate as it was for him, they would abuse the hell out of it otherwise. "Oh, that really tickled, huh?" Jason didn't even know he could be this embarrassed in his life, yet here they were, proving the impossible every day.

More wheezy laughter escaped him, still never becoming too audible as both Bluudud and Coolkidd moved down to squeeze the tops of his knees. Priincess shifted to get more of his torso to keep him cornered in the couch. With the two of them absolutely destroying one of his most ticklish spots, he felt like his options were very limited on what he could do. He tapped the side of the couch, signaling for mercy but the kids were very hellbent on torturing him for winning. It wasn't like he was actually bothered by it though, he knew they were just kids, and he had a soft spot for them, as much of a killer as he was.

"I'm just sayin', we could've finished that a LOT earlier if your stubborn ass didn't stop me from placing traps everywhere!" The husky voice of John Doe rang out from the lobby of the killer cabin, the faint blue hue of color dragging behind him as he entered the living room. Behind him was the infamous 1x1x1x1, who was frowning at his words. Her eyes narrowed down at the shorter one, growling as she put her swords away. "And I'm sayin' that I HAD that. You just HAD to make it easier for me. I wanted a real challenge." A sharp-toothed smile graced her face, the zipper usually enclosing her mouth hanging from the side.

All three of the killers stopped what they were doing, leaving Jason a panting mess on the couch. Despite the torture, it made him clear-headed. It was liberating in a sense, though he couldn't take any more today. He was lucky that the three kids immediately ran up to 1x, holding on to her like she was their lifeline. "Whoa, you good, man?" John spoke up as he noticed the trembling killer sitting down, raising an eyebrow. 1x's eyes went to the masked man, to the kids, and then finally to the system.

"Kids, go outside. I'll pull out my minions to play with." Priincess and Coolkidd cheered; they did always love to play with them considering they did mostly anything they asked, like personal little servants. Bluudud only shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but inside he was also just as giddy as the rest. As they left the cabin, dragging John Doe with them, 1x smirked as she lowered herself on the couch.

"Wow, they got you good, huh?" she muttered, knowing exactly what happened. The white-haired killer chuckled upon seeing his reaction which was a subtle nod, finally getting comfortable enough to think clearly. The ticklish sensation was still there, just not as bad. 1x returned to the title screen and looked at the tracked score in the corner. She turned her head as she noticed the number. "Really? Couldn't have let them win just once?"

Despite no words spoken, she could tell that he perked up. Maybe they were right in order to attack him like that. It was what he deserved for absolutely destroying them like that. "Alright, alright, I'll take them off your hands," she shook her head, putting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed up immediately to which she snickered and let go.

"Rest up. You might get called in."

And with those words, she left the room, going to meet the others outside to cast necromancy once more.

Jason sighed as he leaned against the couch, removing his mask for one moment to wipe at his face. Shaking his head, he made a mental reminder for himself when he played these sorts of games.