#ler!branch

John Dory let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he entered his pod; he had just barely escaped a large group of fangirls who were desperate to get his autograph n shit, but he was not in the mood. All he wanted to do was to go for a little stroll, but apparently that was impossible, being as well known as he was. He knew his brothers went through the same stuff all the time, since they complained so much.

Who knew people would still care so much about us after disappearing from the face of the earth for so many years.. He thought. At least he knew he and his bros were successful. But god damn, the paparazzi could be unbearable sometimes.

Just before he could lazily plop down on his couch, he heard the sound of skittering behind him- a dark blur darted through his vision, and he instantly perked up. “Who’s there?” He asked loudly. Subconsciously, he hoped with every fiber of his being that it was some critter that had gotten in somehow and not an obsessive fan. The ones from earlier did follow him for a while…

With that thought in mind, he reached for the small pocket knife he had tucked away in his jacket. Sure, maybe he was overreacting a bit, but it’s never okay to break into someone’s house!

But as he was lost in thought, he was tackled to the floor from behind.

“ACK-!” Blindly he swung around his little knife.

“Jesus dude! Chill out! It’s just me!”

John Dory was shocked to realize that his “attacker” was none other than his brother, Clay.

“Clay, what the hell was that for? I almost stabbed you!”

“No duh. And uhh.. I can’t tell you”

“Can’t tell me what? What on earth is going on?”

“Now, guys!”

as if on cue, the rest of JD’s brothers- Bruce, Floyd, and Branch- leaped out of their hiding places and ruched to him, pinning him down or sitting around him.

Next thing he knew, John found himself laying on his back with his arms pinned above his head by Branch, Clay straddling his waist, Floyd sitting near his legs and Bruce sitting by his torso, all four of them smirking down at him.

“What the hell is this!?” JD exclaimed, too baffled to really fight back.

“Revenge.” Branch replied curtly.

“That’s not enough detai-ahahaAaahahAHAHAHAA WAHAIT-“

the poor troll was cut off when Branch wiggled his fingers into JD’s armpits.

ohhh fuck. Now he understood. All those years of wrecking his brothers was now coming back to him.

he should have seen this coming.

regardless, JD still tried fighting back, but his brothers were shockingly strong.

at this point the rest of the bros started their attacks too. Clay was squeezing his hips and lower sides, Bruce methodically poked at his stomach and ribs and Floyd scribbled his fingers on JD’s knees

already it was almost too much for the poor ticklish fucker to handle.

He threw his head back and cackled, unable to fight back, and really really wishing that he could get back at his brothers right now.

“How’s it feel being the victim for once?” Clay asked, and JD low key wanted to (kindly) punch that smirk off his face. He chose to ignore him and tried using his hair to throw them off- if he could just use it as a hand, maybe, to tickle one of them back, or to cover Clay’s smug as face-

“Oh no you don’t!” Bruce exclaimed, noticing. Branch trued shoving JD’s hair down. “Don’t worry guys, I’ve got this. Being a dad has given me lots of tickle monster experience.” And Bruce leaned down and blew a loud, sloppy raspberry on JD’s belly.

Their eldest brothers finally lost it.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! GUHIHUYS S-STAHAHAP!!”

“d’nawww, what’s wrong? Has the big bad tickle monster finally been defeated?” Bruce asked in a really fake sounding sympathetic voice. As much as he hated to admit his defeat, John Dory nodded.

The bros stopped their attacks and all looked down at him, satisfied with what they had done.

It took a minute for John to fully compose himself, laying there as he still giggled from the leftover tickly feelings. He finally sat up and wiped the tears that pricked at his eyes, still grinning.

“You’re all such dicks for that,” he said, “but I guess that was fair. I think I’ll let this slide.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Floyd replied. “I won’t lie, I was actually scared shitless of this idea.”

“Took a while to convince him.” Bruce added, nodding.

“So, Johnathan Dorathan, what did you think? Ut was really all Branch’s idea.”

JD glanced at his youngest brother. “It was… a clever idea, I’ll admit. Im impressed by your ability to stay hidden like that. But do not ever tickle me again, because I will obliterate all of you on the spot.”

“Whatever you say, bro” Clay teased, poking his side. JD yelped.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it-“

“No actually what did I just say” John said, standing up. He wasn’t genuinely angry with Clay- he knew his bro was just messing around. But he was not gonna let this slide!

“ohoho god-“ Clay slowly backed away, knowing exactly what was coming.

“oh shit dude, you’re in for it now” Floyd said, almost wanting to run away himself, fearing that JD might decide to wreck all four of them.

“You can’t escape the beast forever!” JD exclaimed, lowering his voice to sound more gruff, “you have just triggered the tickle monster’s prey drive!”