#ler!evan

Michael, and his friends were tormenting Michael’s little brother at home. It was 2 days before Evan’s birthday party at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza…And Evan was scared out of his skin. Evan had always found the animatronics to be terrifying, especially when Dad or Michael made him move closer to them. No matter how much his Dad would tell him that ‘they’ll never hurt you’ and ‘they’re not that scary’, Evan just did not believe him. No amount of ‘exposure therapy’ was ever going to change how terrifying those robots look. 

The only way Evan would ever consider getting closer to them, is if those awful, metal teeth were removed. Those robots had sharp metal teeth in their jaws that threatened to pierce you like a needle, or crush you like a grape. Each tooth looked bigger than the others, and the poor boy couldn’t understand why his uncle had to make these robots with giant teeth in them. They were scary! And now he has to go see those robots for his birthday! 

Why couldn’t he go to Planet Kid instead?! 

“Hey Evan!” Evan’s thoughts were interrupted by his brother, who suddenly appeared at his bedroom door. “Foxy’s here!” 

Without any warning, a Foxy mask came flying towards him! 

“aAH!” Evan shrieked and jumped out of the way of the mask. “Michael!” 

“Oh my bad, did I scare you?” Michael asked, snickering evilly. 

“No no, I think he wants Bonnie.” One of friends said before throwing the Bonnie mask at Evan to scare him further. 

Evan scooted himself back towards the bed. “Stop it!” 

“Come on, it’s my turn!” One of Michael’s other friends said in a low voice as a Freddy mask was thrown at him. 

Evan screeched and covered his face, blocking the freddy mask from hitting him in the head. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Evan shouted. 

“Hey Evan! You want some pizza? o-WHOOPS!” The chica mask went flying towards Evan, hitting him in the arms. 

“I HATE YOU!” Evan shouted, throwing the foam masks back at his brother. 

But the group of boys laughed and caught the masks, clearly unphased by his throws. “Oh come on, Evan! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Michael argued. 

“You’re evil! I hate you!” Evan shouted, throwing a pillow at his big brother. 

But Michael caught the pillow perfectly and threw it right back at his little brother. The pillow inevitably ended up hitting Evan in the face, muffling his crying for only a moment. But that moment was just long enough to make everyone else burst out laughing. 

“MOMMY!” Evan shouted and tried to run out of the room. But one of his friends, who was dawning the Freddy mask once again, closed the door on him. Then, Michael stood against the door to prevent him from leaving. 

Evan grabbed the doorknob and pulled on it with as much strength as his little body had. But because his friend was much bigger than him, the door wouldn’t budge! He was stuck in there! “MOMMY HELP!” Evan shouted. 

“Awww, is de poor baby crying for mommy?” Michael mocked, leaning over to look at his little brother. “So scared, and nowhere to run!” He teased. 

“Open the door!” Evan yelled. 

But Michael smirked and pushed him back. “Or what? You’ll cry?” Michael taunted. “Are you gonna go ‘Waah waah waah! Michael’s being mean again’? You think Mom likes hearing you cry all the time?” Michael taunted further. 

“LET ME OUT!” Evan shouted. 

“Yeah, keep fighting all you want. No one’s here to help you.” Michael muttered aloud. 

“MICHAEL!” Evan started trying to push Michael away from the door. But once again, nothing was budging. Michael was bigger than him, and therefore invincible compared to Evan. But…He wasn’t entirely invincible…

“You’re stuck in here until you fa-aAH!” Michael jumped and yelped, curling inwards. “What the-” Michael gasped and held his stomach. “Evan stOP!” 

“What’s he doing, man?” The friend with the chica mask asked.

“He- FuckFUHUCK-!” Michael covered his mouth and tried to move away from him. 

“I’m making him move!” Evan yelled, poking and squeezing his sides. 

“EvAN NO!” Michael squeaked. 

“Wait, what?!” The friend with the bonnie mask reacted with a gasp. 

“Holy shit!” The friend with the chica mask leaned in, and quickly noticed the smile breaking through his hands. “You’re ticklish?!” He asked, shocked. 

“Is he?!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask said next. “Oh crap- He IS!” 

“That’s hilarious!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“EvanSTAHAP! NOhoho!” Michael finally fell to his side, laughing into his hand. 

“Yeah! He’s very ticklish! More ticklish than me!” Evan reacted. 

“More than you?!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Yeah!” Evan reacted. 

“EVAN DOHOHON’T!” Michael shouted.

“But where?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“Oh, that’s easy! His ribs, his armpits, his neck, even his feet!” Evan reacted, leaning over and tickling Michael’s feet slightly, to get him kicking and squealing. 

“Ehehehevan! Ihihi hahate yohohou!” Michael whined. 

“Oh come on, Michael! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Evan cheered excitedly. It looked like hearing his own words being muttered back to him, had given him more confidence. 

“Ohoho! Burn!” The kid with the Chica mask reacted. 

“This is awesome!” The kid in the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Just to clarify, you said his ribs?” The friend with the Bonnie Mask asked Evan as he poked his ribs. 

“SHIHITNO! STAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shrieked, his laughter growing slightly louder as his wiggling intensified.

“Yup!” Evan responded proudly. “Clawing is his BIGGEST weakness. He’ll be screaming like a husky in no time!” Evan admitted.

“Evahahan! STAhahahap!” Michael growled through his laughter as he kept wiggling and trying to push his friends away. “Ihihi’ll gehehet yohou for thihihis!” He reacted.

“Never in a million years, did I think THEE Michael Afton would be this ticklish!” The friend with the Chica mask reacted. 

“I know, right?! It’s hilarious!” The friend with the Bonnie mask responded. 

The friend with the Chica mask knelt down beside Michael’s head and gently scratched a finger on the back of his neck. “Neck too, you said?” He asked. 

Evan smiled. “Yup!” He responded rather proudly. 

“SHIHIHIT-” Michael leaned his head back, lifting his shoulders up. “STAHAHAP IHIHIT! HAHAHA!” He had only been tickled for a few seconds, and he was already cackling! 

“Aww, cool! I wanna try!” The friend with the Freddy mask responded. “Evan, can I try?” He asked. 

Evan turned to him. “Sure!” 

He looked his best friend up and down. “Any idea where to tickle? So many spots are already taken!” The boy with the Freddy mask asked him. 

“Oh! Oh! Try his tummy! His belly button’s a killer!” Evan reacted with a childish smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, but…I don’t wanna kill him.” He told him, kneeling down and tickling his belly. “Yet.” He added with a smirk. “SHIHITSHITSHIT PLEEEHEHEHEASE STAHAP!” Michael was rolling around, losing it with laughter. Though his feet were kicking all over the place, his arms were stuck against his sides to prevent anyone from getting his armpits. But no matter how much he tried to hide the spot, one of his friends managed to successfully worm their fingers into his one armpit. And when that happened, that’s when even MORE hell broke loose! The poor boy looked like he was dying of laughter! His face was growing more and more red by the minute…And it was getting to a point where Evan had to fall back to save his brother from choking on his own laughter. It was like his friend said: He didn’t want to kill him! 

…Yet. 

 “GUHUHUHUYS PLEEEHEHEEASE!” Michael shouted. “HAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEEEEASE!” 

“Damn! He’s begging a lot!” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“He really is!” The friend with the Freddy mask added. 

“What is it, Laugh-ton?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“STAHAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shouted next.

“But then we’d have to go back to bothering Evan!” The friend with the Bonnie mask admitted. 

“And that’s boring compared to this!” The friend with the Freddy mask admitted next.

“And there’s no way we’re going back to that now!” The friend with the Chica mask responded. 

Evan’s face lit up when he heard all this. Michael’s ticklishness was more interesting than bullying me?! Oh my gosh!! If Even knew this before now, he would’ve exploited his brother’s weakness a lot sooner! Who knew a simple few pokes could give the best revenge plan ever?! 

“EHEHEVAN HEHEHELP MEEEE!” He could hear through his thoughts.  “IHIHIHI’M GONNA DIEEEEE!” He cried out desperately.

Evan looked over, and quickly began to worry. As much as the little boy was enjoying seeing his brother being tormented for once, Michael was looking super out of breath. And…He looked like he needed help. So, Evan decided to be the better person. 

“Hey guys, I think he’s had enough.” Evan warned them softly. 

“Michael? Oh god no. This is nothing!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask spoke up. 

“Don’t worry, kid. We’re standing up for you now.” The boy with the Chica mask told him. 

“He’ll be fine. I’ve been tickled longer than this before.” The guy with the Freddy mask mentioned. 

“B-But…He’s super ticklish!” Evan admitted. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael shouted out. 

“Well, that’s his fault for being so ticklish!” The boy with the Chica mask mentioned. 

Evan groaned slightly. This isn’t right. He’s gonna choke if they’re not careful. Screw being the better person. Time to be the little tormentor he’s known for! 

Evan ran up to the boy with the Chica mask and started tickling his sides. 

“aAH SHIT!” The boy fell onto his side and squealed, not at all expecting such a strong tackle from a little kid. “WhOA! WHOHOHOA!” 

“I told you to stop!” Evan yelled as he squeezed and spidered his sides. 

“BAHAHAHA- eEEEK! EVAN STAHAP!” The boy yelled, rolling around wildly. 

“What the-” The boy with the Bonnie mask looked up at the new commotion. 

“BAHACKSTABBER! BETRAHAHAHAYAL!” The boy shouted. 

As you can probably tell, this tickle attack was more than enough to distract the rest of Michael’s friends from their previous task at hand. This gave Michael a chance to finally breathe, calm down and observe the new scene. 

Despite Michael’s friend being much bigger and stronger, Evan was surprisingly able to keep himself on top of him through the wiggling. That alone shocked everyone in the room, including Michael who was slowly gaining back his energy. 

Though Michael was worried his brother was gonna fall and get crushed by his friend…He was also quite impressed with him. Not only did Evan stand up for him when he was down, but he willingly risked injury to stop his friends from killing him! And to be honest, Michael was very thankful. He could feel his legs and chest starting to give out just before Evan had switched things up. 

When Michael came back to the present, he quickly noticed that his other friends were trying to tickle Evan off the boy with the chica mask. And though Evan was visibly laughing and curling up, he wasn’t backing down. It looked like years of tickling his little brother had helped Evan build up more of a tolerance. 

With that in mind, Michael threw himself up and grabbed his friend in the Freddy mask. “Get over here!” He yelled, roughly tackling him down. 

“HEY! Careful!” The friend reacted, staring him down through the Freddy mask. 

“I’m sorry, ‘careful’?!” Michael reacted. “Did I hear that right?!” He asked. “I am not gonna be careful after all that time you spent tickling me.” Michael warned him as he wiggled his fingers. “Ready to feel the true power of the tickle monster?” Michael teased. 

“Oh please…I’m not like the cry baby over there.” The boy reacted, pointing to Evan over his shoulder. 

Michael widened his eyes for a moment…before smirking. “You shouldn’t have said that, mate.” Michael warned as he scooted himself over to the boy’s feet. “Only one person can call Evan names around here…And that one person is me.” Michael warned him. 

“Oh now you’re screwed.” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“W-Wait, not my feet! I’ll die!” The boy begged. 

“Oh, you’ll die?” Michael clarified. “Boy, those words sound really familiar.” He teased, recalling his own words as he was being tickled senseless by his friends. 

“No! NO!” His friend tried to pull his foot back, but gasped as Michael grabbed his ankle. “MICHAEL!” 

“What? You scaaaared?” Michael asked him. 

Evan widened his eyes as he recognized it…Those words in that tone of voice…Michael was using his big brother powers on his friend! It almost felt like a dream! What are the chances?! 

His thoughts should’ve been interrupted by the loud laughter of Michael’s friend…but that laughter just further proved how insane this moment is. Michael was not only standing up for him…But he was also tickling his friend to make him regret messing with him! 

He always wanted to have a gun collection alongside his knives but never had time to do one.

He had a secret notebook that he'd written possible names for his daughter.

Sometimes he listens to Bioshock OST and Motörhead while training self-defence with the rest of the crew or on his own.

Evan's been getting nightmares about the previous cycles, Slenderman and the visions of previous inHABITations even before the series had begun. However, they got worse before Episode 3. That's also why he crumbled first, how fast he was at realising/recognising Slenderman back at the “Joke's Over” and he was ready to fight him with a baseball bat at the “Ashen Waste”.

His father was a chef and his mother was trying to be an athlete. Evan learned everything he knows about fitness, self defence, cooking and calories from them. In fact, in his relationship he cooked meals more than his wife did, especially during and after her pregnancy.

Ironically, he loved Slenderverse: The Eight Pages. He also has Saw, Halloween and Friday the Third DVDs in his room.

Plays the calmer Bioshock OST as a lullaby for his daughter when he is trying to get her to sleep.

🪃Tickle headcanons

🪃55% tickler 45% ticklee leaning switch

He definitely uses Tickle Monster teases on everyone, whether it flusters them or not. And if it flusters them, he will do it more deliberately.

He used to be more “crueler and sinister” before his girlfriend got pregnant. Chasing friends, cackling loudly just to give them chills and anticipation, wiggling his fingers across the room or above their worst spots, resting his hands on their worst spots, whispering teases into their ears.

After he became a father, he became more gentle and playful. He picked up silly baby talks, tickly nuzzles, lighter and gentler tickles etc. He’s given his wife tickly kisses few times.

If he catches any of his friends eating unhealthy food, he'll chase and tickle them, both as a punishment and a “method to loose weight”.

Don't let him suggest a “healthier alternative” during tickling, because he will definitely blow a raspberry somewhere.

Sometimes will open a Bioshock OST, than drum his fingers on others’ tickle spots and make them guess which soundtrack is playing.

Bear hugs others, just to tickle them and growls playfully into their ears.

Wouldn't let anyone trip and/or fall down during tickling, if someone is about to loose or get weak knees, he'll either give them a break and bring them to somewhere to sit. After the tickling, he'll them get up and lean on him. Basically he is a caring aftercare king.

🪃His belly, sides, neck and knees would be his worst spots.

His Lee percentage increased during his wife's pregnancy and after the birth of his daughter. It was subtle but it happened; being more “annoying” around others, blushing and smiling at the simple things, getting fidget - y at the mention of the “word”, letting his shirts ride up more often ect.

His wife and the boys picked up on it fast and decided to tease the shit out of him for it as long as they could.

Given that the EMH universe is working as an unbreakable loop around the boys, I think the sensitivity and ticklishness of Evan's belly increased way too much two times, like doubling and tripling over. First, it was after his encounter with Rake, than Vincent shooting him. Like, “air teases could tickle him” and “he’d just flinch and giggle anytime a hand comes close to his stomach” type of sensitivity. Unfortunately this carried on to the limbo/Candleverse/end and post series universe/next cycle.

Learning self defence and knife handling from a young age made Evan very swift and quick-witted. As such, if someone tries to make a move, he will dispatch them with ease and escape-

But when he is in a Lee mood he won't do anything. He'll just stand there and take it because he enjoys it.

Nobody knows if Evan's belly button is ticklish too, because no one ever dared and no one wants to sign their death warrant.

Good at holding his laugh in when tickled lightly. Not so when his sides or stomach gets tickled - he crumbles in seconds.

I'm sure his daughter accidentally squeezed his side or stomach in the past while trying to crawl on top of him one day. Which made him squeal terribly and jump. It's a memory he is embarrassed of and her wife won't let it go.

Sometimes she sneaks up behind Evan to squeeze/tazer his sides/stomach or kiss his neck. The squeal he let's out each time is worth almost getting elbowed. And unfortunately, his wife ratted out that he is sensitive to squeezes and tazer moves to the rest of the crew, which they picked up quite quickly. The neck kisses are a them thing, though, nobody else is allowed to do it.

He can no longer turn his back to boys safely without it turning into a “lets mess with Evan's ticklish ass” party.

Either covers his face, turns/lowers his head or closes his eyes when flustered.

Accidental kicks and elbows and punches are common when tickling him. Either bring a medieval armor to wear, or a friend to hold him down for protection. He also squirms and moves a lot in general.

Mankind's Bad HABIT

🪃Normal headcanons

He identifies as Genderfluid and uses They/It/He.

They love rabbits and hares because HABIT sees them as the animal closest to God.

Loves Animal Collective and Cage the Elephant. He was there when both bands had created and listening to their songs makes him feel nostalgic.

Over the years, HABIT's taken so many vessels, but Evan's it's favorite vessel, hence why it's stuck in the loop with the boys instead of moving onto another vessel.

One of the reasons why HABIT loves Evan is his knife collection.

Astrology and Zodiac fan, loves anything related to space and stars.

He is a master aimer and knife thrower.

Sometimes kills critters and eats them raw.

They love shock collars, especially using them against their victims.

He has a huge sweet tooth, his favorite being Reece's Puff. Sometimes eats them with raw meat that no one knows where he got from.

Sometimes makes sexual jokes, moves and innuendos to his victims, especially if he knows that they don't like it.

🪃Tickle headcanons

100% tickler trust… %75 tickler %25 ticklee leaning switch actually but shhh.

Loves a good chase. When it is in a Ler mood, it'll just start chasing whoever is the closest and won't stop until it gets them. Jeff was a very familiar victim of this.

Like Evan, HABIT also laughs before he starts tickling or chasing others. Like actually bursts out laughing and makes it as loud as he could to make sure no misunderstandings could happen.

Calls his Lees his “victims” and “poor rabbits”.

He has a love “hate” relationship when a ticklee tries to hide. It's annoying to encounter it each time, but just as he stated, not even God can hide from him. It's not a crime to give his victims false hope anyways. “Oh Viiiiinnie! I hope you are not hereeeee!~"

No such thing as an overconfident ticklee can exist around HABIT. It'll snuff that shit out quicker than one can yelp.

Loves playing games and challenges that are extra hard and downright impossible to win, than gives punishment tickles for losing them.

Nobody can hide their mood from HABIT when he is around. He can spot that shit universes away.

Not afraid of giving nuzzles, raspberries, nibbles and bites on someone's worst spots. “Would i count as a cannibal if nibble on your knees? Ah fuck it, i'm already one! Here it goes!”

Can and will tie someone up if they are a very squirmy rabbit.

They will reference things that happened in the previous cycles and years, than punish their victim for not knowing what they are talking about.

No matter what you do, don't let HABIT know you are flustered. Because if they learn about it, than they'll keep teasing you about it over and over and over.

Touching HABIT’s weapons or candies is the easiest way to get wrecked.

🪃Unfortunately, they share the same spots as Evan.

Honestly, he didn't even know he was ticklish until one day he took over and didn't announce his presence on a day where the crew was in a tick(ler) mood. It was a huge shock and very flustering for someone as mighty as HABIT.

That day was also the day they learned being at the opposite end of chasing is equally flustering. It feels degrading but also kinda good to be reminded of his vessel's mortality.

No matter how long it has existed, HABIT is caught off guard each time it is tickled because it's not used to it. Especially since with each new vessel, newer tickle spots in different sensitivities are discovered.

Evan's death(s) have been their downfall post series because yeah, how sensitive his stomach has gotten is ridiculous and yet, it kills them time.

Swears, kicks and makes death threads a lot, especially when the tickling gets intense - ugh, Evan Myers and his stupidly sensitive stomach!

Hearing the word “tummy” used to not phase them until they got stuck in this cycle with the Everyman Crew - its the most flustering thing now. Also they can't handle any kind of teasing directed there, be it physical or verbal.

He has a very loud laugh and terrible way of holding it in. Once he starts snickering, it's all over for his resistance because it all goes down from there.

Shockingly, HABIT's first reaction to tickling or physical teasing isn't to carve out the right side of his tickler's face with a hunting knife, but to either back down to the nearest wall/door, or slide down to the ground unceremoniously. Why, he doesn't know either! Something about it just makes his legs weak and his fight or flight response go haywire, especially when his stomach is targeted.

Air teases, somehow someway, tickle a lot.

If someone throws back a tease he has used before, he will get very flustered and nearly speechless. “Would WE count as cannibals if we nibble on your tummy, HABIT?”

Way more resilient and stubborn than Evan, somehow, both during tickling and after tickling. No matter how long and intense the tickling was, HABIT will bounce back with revenge and energy in seconds.

The two finally made it back to the Murphy residence, and Connor was practically buzzing with excitement. They walked in, and immediately Evan grabbed him and led him over to the couch. Connor happily laid down, and even put his arms up for him. Evan straddled his ever eager boyfriend, and held his hand just a few centimeters away from his tummy.

“You know, I really think this needs to go, don’t you?” He asked, picking at the fabric covering his tummy. Connor didn’t say anything, just laid there, waiting for what he wanted. Evan took his time, slowly rolling Connor’s shirt up. Connor squirmed, unable to help himself. “Hmmm, now where to start?” Evan questioned, smirking at Connor as he groaned. “There’s this beautiful tummy,” he started, gently putting his fingers on his tummy. Connor sucked in his stomach smiling. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “wait for it.” Connor groaned, and glared at Evan. He was really starting to hate that phrase.

“Evaaaaaan,” he whined out, wanting nothing more than to just start. Evan simply ignored the whining with a smile. 

“Or there is always your wonderful ribs,” he slowly climbed his fingers up to the bones jutting out of his abdomen. Connor bit his lip, desperately trying to keep himself from giggling before anything had even started. “And of course, there is always these hips that would be so fun, hmm?” Finally, Connor just couldn’t take it anymore.

“EVAN!” He screamed out, finally giving in, “Please just tickle me already!”

“Careful what you wish for.” 

With that, Evan began scribbling under Connor’s arms, making him absolutely scream with laughter. 

“WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” He begged out, not ready to already have his worst spot being targeted. 

“Awww what’s wrong, love? I thought you wanted this. In fact you asked me for it,” He teased out, never ceasing the tickling. Connor couldn’t even respond, just kick his feet out and squeal with delight at the feeling wracking his nerves. 

Evan decided to grant just a little bit of mercy to the poor, ticklish boy and moved his fingers down to pinch at his sides. Granted, he couldn’t make it too easy so, naturally, he started blowing raspberries into his tummy. Connor squealed and giggled like a little kid. 

“Ehehehehehevahahahahan!” Evan couldn’t help but smile into Connor’s tummy at hearing him. He was just so cute, he couldn’t stand it. Connor gave up at trying to keep his arms up, and just grabbed onto his wrists, slowly losing his ability to fight and squirm away. 

The two of them carried on like this for a few more minutes. Connor lying there, effortlessly giggling at the tickles he was receiving, and Evan unable to stop smiling at just how cute his boyfriend was. Eventually, though, the tickling slowed to a stop and Evan climbed off the taller boy. 

“Enjoy yourself?” He asked, helping Connor sit up and get resituated. Connor nodded eagerly. 

“Of course I did, but teasing me all day was mean, and you know it.”

“Oh trust me, I know. But what’s the point of tickling you straight away all the time, hmm? Sometimes there has to be a little bit of anticipation, makes it fun.”