#ler!chip

Chip has always been "close" with Chainsaw, or at least, they've gotten along with eachother more than others get along with them.

Another fact about Chip: he was always moving his hands in some way. Whether it be exploring a texture, tapping, or just straight up waving his hands excitedly, he's always stimming. It's never been a big deal except for small times where he'd accidentally hit Chainsaw. They'd wrestle like they despise eachother.

Chainsaw tiredly leaned against Chip without much thought, as Chip was shorter and surprisingly didn't argue much when Chainsaw did it.. He had just got eliminated and sent to the dark pit of despair, and he was now complaining about people he blamed for it. Chip didn't care to listen to much.

"And Bottle, over here, just completely ruined it!" He hollered. Chip yawned.

"Didn't you mess up her game sometimes, to?" He mumbled. Chainsaw gave him an irritated glare. Chip shrugged with a smug smirk. Chainsaw looked angry. "Acting like you wouldn't be mad about it?" Chainsaw pointed at Chip, poking his cheek. Chip waved his hand in Chainsaws face. "Yea, yea. I'm not fighting with you right now." Chip said, annoyed like he hadn't began irritating Chainsaw first.

Chainsaw chuckled, taking it as a win. He put his arms behind his head comfortably.

They sat in silence for a short while before Chip subconsciously decided he had sat still for to long.

Chip pulled his legs to his chest, leaned his arm over his legs, and rested his chin on his arm. He then used his free hand to reach up to Chainsaws side and lazily trace circles and tap on the smooth metal Chainsaw was made of. It was just an innocent stim. Chip didn't think much of it.

But, God, did Chainsaw.

He flinched at the gentle traces and light taps, hesitating whether or not he should put his arms down. Chainsaw held his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and decided to try hard to keep quiet. If he actually ended up laughing and let Chip find out he was ticklish, there were many possibilities- one of the worst would probably be Chip embarrassing him and letting everyone know he was ticklish, or maybe Chip would stop being "half-friends" with him.

"Wait, is Chip even ticklish?" Chainsaw thought, squinting his eyes.

The tingles that Chip didn't mean to give Chainsaw felt as if they were getting worse and worse, his sides desperately wanting him to get Chips hand away and defend himself, but Chainsaw refused to.

Chainsaw bit his tongue and held onto his elbows, trying harder to will his arms to keep in place.

"Snrk-"

Dammit.

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit-

"You good?" Chip asked, but his tone made it sound like he didn't really care. His tracing slowed down, but didn't stop. Chainsaw flinched at the question.

"Oh, yea, why wouldn't I be?" Chainsaws voice was a little shaky. Chip raised a brow. "...dude, what is your problem?" Chip asked a little more sternly. His tracing sped up again. Fuck.

"I-It's noho-nothing!" Chainsaw's face flushed. He didn't mean to let even the smallest laugh out. Chip had a confused expression before a smirk. "Whats so funny?" He asked, not as a tease as he still didn't know, but, God, Chainsaw hated each second. "Nothing, Chip!" Chainsaw put his arms down, which pinned Chips hand in place and gave Chainsaw a surge of relief as the tingles stopped momentarily.

Chips breath hitched as his hand got pinned, and he quickly tried to pull his arm away. Chainsaw lifted his own arm to give Chip freedom.

"Don't do that again." Chainsaw hissed. Chip looked a little irritated. "Do what, idiot? What's your issue right now?!"

"Don't tap my side like you were doing! It feels.. weird." Chainsaw averted eye contact, an embarrassed blush covering his face, but he tried to keep an angry expression.

Chip huffed. "Weird?" He asked, a deadpan tone. "Yes, weird. Stop acting odd over it." Chainsaw crossed his arms. Chip took a chance to mess with Chainsaw, gently rubbing and tracing over Chainsaw's side again. Chainsaws breath hitched and he almost ripped himself away from Chip.

"Wha- I said stop!" Chainsaw yelled. "I don't have a good reason to!" Chip said with a braggish tone. Chainsaw groaned, shoving Chips hand away. "It tickles! Its annoying! Now quit!" Chainsaw said quickly, shoving all his words out with one breath.

Chip quickly grinned, chuckling. "Oh? You're ticklish?" Chip laughed quietly.

Chainsaw looked nervous. Chip could do so much stuff now?! He could completely ruin him! Chip probably wouldn't hesitate either! He always brings others down for shits and giggles-

"Can't say i expected that, but alright!" Chip shrugged, poking Chainsaw's side. Chainsaw squeaked and smacked Chips hand away. "STOP!" Chainsaw hollered.

Chip looked completely unaffected. "Sure," He said smugly. He reached out and squeezed Chainsaws side. Chainsaw bit his tongue and waved his hand at Chip instead of trying to remove his hand.

"Quit it! I said stop!" Chainsaw tried to fight a shaky smile, but it was slowly coming through.

Chip leaned up more and used both hands, one skittering up and down Chainsaws side and the other squeezing Chainsaws other side.

"Wait- WAIT- WAHAIT-" Chainsaw tried to shove Chips hands, but couldn't make himself, so he brought his hands to his chest in a "t-rex arms" position. "STOP! NAHO!" Chainsaw squealed.

Chip snickered. "Why didn't I realize you are this sensitive earlier?" Chip said, gently shoving Chainsaw flat down on the ground, but careful not to cause actual harm to him. He then sat down on Chainsaws hips, skittering over Chainsaws stomach. Chainsaw laughed harder, trying desperately to silence himself and squirm. "NO! I SAID STOP SO MANY TIMES! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAHAND ABOUT "STAHAP"?!" Chainsaw cackled.

"I dunno, maybe I can't understand over all your loud laughter.~" Chip said sarcastically.

Chainsaw covered his face and tried to pull his mouth shut. He did quiet his laughs slightly, but not enough. Tears were filling his eyes and he was kicking around with all his energy. "God, are you really this sensitive?" Chip moved up and scribbled at Chainsaws underarms. Chainsaw let go of his mouth and let his arms snap down to cover his sides, practically trapping Chips hands there, but also giving Chip a free way to dig into his ribs and underarms.

"Was that an attempt to stop me? I can't stop if you trap my hands!?" Chip teased. "I'll stop if you let my hands go, silly?!" Chip didn't mean to use the nickname, but Chainsaw didn't argue. "I C-CAHANT! STAP! NO- I CAN'T LIHIFT MY AHAHARMS! IT TICKLES TO MUHUACH!" Chainsaw let out another out-of-character squeal. Chip rolled his eyes. "Well, I ain't gonna stop until you do,~" Chip said, not letting up.

He kept digging and destroying Chainsaw's ribs and armpits, making him squirm, squeak, snort, cackle, any noise he could let out along with begging for mercy or at least a break.

"PLEHAHAHAHAHAHASE! NOOO! NAHAOO!" Chainsaw snorted after pleading.

Chip giggled. "I told you~ I won't stop until you lift up your arms! My hands are stuck here until then.~" Chip chuckled with pride.

Chainsaw finally slowly willed his limbs to listen. He planted his feet down and slowly lifted his arms to let Chips hands out, his laughter getting louder as he did. God, the tickles just got worse the more vulnerable he let the spots be.

As promised, Chip slowed his tickles before coming to a complete stop. He rested his hands on Chainsaws stomach, looking up at the person he was wrecking.

Chainsaw was desperately catching his breath, his face flushed and tears in his eyes, some spilling out. Despite all of that, he had a wobbly, hesitant smile plastered on his face that he just couldn't seem to get rid of.

Chip leaned down without warning and blew a big, dramatic raspberry on Chainsaws stomach. Chainsaw flailed around and bucked, waving his limbs all over and beginning to instinctively hit Chip in an attempt to stop him. Chip only stopped when Chainsaw's blades started moving, mostly out of slight fear and mostly shock.

Chip chuckled and stood up, stepping off of Chainsaw. Chainsaw rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his ribs and sides.

Chip felt prideful and smug. He had a smirk as he looked down at the giggly Chainsaw.

"..J-Jerk." Chainsaw huffed out, sitting up before moving to stand.

Chip made a claw hand and got towards Chainsaw. "Oh, so you want a round two?" He moved the claw hand towards Chainsaws stomach and squeezed gently. Chainsaw squeaked and shoved Chips hand away. "No!" Chainsaw hissed. Chip chuckled and put his hands behind his back. "Alrighty!~"