#ler!frisk

Lee!Papyrus Prompts:

(Someone of your choice) wants to ‘test something’ on papyrus. So he, gullibly and eagerly, holds still and allows them to.

Sans wonders if after all these years Pap is still ticklish. He has a plan to catch him off guard.

During Papyrus’ first cooking lesson with Toriel, he seems to be taking it too seriously and gets discouraged and stressed. Luckily, Toriel knows how to show him that cooking can be a lighthearted, non-stress hobby.

Sans has a stressful day, and Papyrus’ laugh improves his mood. He decides to use him as a stress toy.

On the surface, Papyrus experiences a thunderstorm for the first time, and is deathly terrified. (Insert person of choice) shows him there’s nothing to worry about with a few tickles.

(Someone of your choice that isn’t sans) touches Papyrus’ exposed spine, curious of how the bones feel. His squeak raises some questions.

Sans discovers that Papyrus makes funny noises when he’s tickled for long periods of time, such as snorts, squeaks, screeches and others. They cause him to laugh, too, so both of them are laughing happily.

Papyrus has the hiccups. (Someone of your choice) knows how to get them to stop.

Papyrus claims he’s too old for a bedtime story to try to be tougher. (He’s determined to be tougher to join the royal guard.) Sans takes this as an opportunity to mess with him and ‘cries’ into his shoulder that ‘he’s sad that he’s not his little brother anymore’ (just makes goofy sobbing noises and nuzzles his face into his shoulder and neck) until Papyrus admits he’s wanted a story the whole time

Papyrus detests that Sans calls him a goofball in front of their friends. Sans wants to prove to them how dorky his little brother is.

Papyrus is crying in his room, secretly thinking he’s a failure. Sans comes in to comfort him and cheer him up.

For once, Papyrus has a nightmare where he loses Sans. He needs physical comfort from his brother, but Sans takes it to another level.

Papyrus comments on how fluffy and soft Toriel’s fur is after a good hug. Toriel can’t resist.

(Insert person) gets a random call from papyrus. Turns out he accidentally called them while in a tussle with Undyne. They hear him get the hell tickled out of him. Papyrus realizes all too late that () has been listening in.

Undyne sneak attack tickles Papyrus in public, leading to embarrassment.

(Character(s) of your choice) find out how badly tickle teases and baby talk make Papyrus falter.

Sans remembers fondly of how he used to make Papyrus anticipate his tickles. It still works.

After all these years, papyrus is still scared of the tickle monster.

Papyrus gets raspberries from someone who isn’t sans (has lips and lungs) and realizes how different it feels. He goes into hysterics.

Sans can’t resist the fact that his goofy brother fell asleep with one arm over his head. He tickles him in his sleep and melts over his sleep-giggles.

Ler!Papyrus Prompts:

Sans reminisces on how Papyrus used to be small. Papyrus becomes irritated and lifts Sans up, tickling him in mid air.

Papyrus loves to squeeze (insert friend with flesh)!

Sans wants to go out to Grillby’s. Papyrus has his ways of getting sans to stay home and eat with him.

Sans is having a nightmare. Papyrus gently tickles him in his sleep to make him calm down.

Papyrus is a hungry tickle monster. (Insert person of choice) had better watch out!

(Character of choice) is curious of how sans and papyrus can breathe air despite not having lungs. Papyrus eagerly shows them through raspberries.

Papyrus is curious of (character’s) appendages that he doesn’t have. (Ears, stomach, cheeks). He decides to investigate.

Papyrus just wants to hear his brother laugh.

Undyne needs a good reason as to why she should let papyrus join the royal guard. He has a convincing strategy.

Papyrus is on a ticklish rampage, wanting to ‘spar’ his friends with tickles. (Lee(s) of your choice)

Sans won’t help and do housework with papyrus, so he’ll just have to make him.

(Character of your choice) is on the verge of tears. Luckily, the great papyrus is a master at comfort!

Sans is falling asleep at his sentry station… what better way to wake someone up than to give them a few tickles?

(Character of your choice) realizes Papyrus’ scarf tickles their neck when he hugs them. That gives Papyrus inspiration.

(Character of your choice) starts a tickle fight with papyrus. When he takes his gloves off.. they know he means business and is determined to win.

Papyrus discovers Undyne is ticklish. She can’t summon her green attack (or about 100 spears) fast enough.

Undyne has a sore spot on the back of her neck from training. Papyrus offers to (platonically) massage it out for her. He soon realizes the reason for her squirming.

Papyrus has a feather duster that was used to clean Sans’ dusty room one second… and used to clean Sans the next.

Sans and Papyrus compare hand sizes. The fact that Papyrus’ are so much larger gives him an idea.

Sans is asleep, papyrus gets a childish sense of mischief, deciding to sneak attack his brother with a raspberry through his shirt. His belly laughs are so worth it, even if sans gets a little annoyed.

An annoyed Papyrus prods at a very drunk Sans in Grillby’s, not expecting him to be ticklish there. Sans becomes giggly, accidentally causing a scene.

Switch!Papyrus Prompts (more than one lee/ler)

Sans and Papyrus go to a human doctor for the first time. They didn’t expect check ups to tickle so much!

Asgore is trimming that hedge in the shape of Papyrus’ smile… but needs him to model and hold still. Sans just happens to stroll by… and make that very difficult. Papyrus gets distracted… and eventually retaliates on sans, forgetting about the hedge. Asgore has to break them both up in the tickliest way possible.

Sans is bored while Papyrus is watching MTT, and so he begins to crack jokes during the commercial break to annoy his little brother. Annoyed, Papyrus tickles Sans until the commercials are over. But the moment the show comes back on, Sans lunges at Papyrus. Soon, the show is long forgotten.

Neither Sans or Papyrus are tired one night. Sans, feeling mischevious, begins to tickle Papyrus’ neck. It eventually devolves into them chasing each other around the house, taking each other to the ground with tickles.

Papyrus and Sans do the ‘try not to laugh’ competition.

At a sleepover between Papyrus and (character(s) of your choice), tickle antics unfold.

(Character) is confused about Papyrus’ bones, Papyrus is confused about (character)’s skin. Antics ensue.

That annoying dog, always getting into the brothers’ house!

Sans picks on Papyrus for his squeal, Papyrus picks on Sans for his snort.

Undyne and Papyrus’ once tactical but playful spar slowly devolves into a very determined tickle fight.

Papyrus wants to find (character)’s tickle spots, but (character) is just as curious, and eventually retaliates.

It had been months since Frisk was able to see Mettaton, and even worse, he seemed to be constantly blowing off their hangouts to perform his duties as a monster pop star. So when Alphys randomly called Frisk's house to invite them over, Frisk knew they couldn't refuse.

"Are you sure you're ready, my love?" Toriel asked, walking hand in hand with Frisk. "It's been forever since you've seen Mettaton and Alphys...make sure to call me if you need me to come back, alright?"

Frisk had gotten used to their guardians overprotectiveness, in fact they'd started to grow increasingly fond of it. They nodded and smiled up at her, which seemed to satisfy Toriel. "Well...have fun!"

And she was off. Not before a quick hug though. Frisk pounded on the door so that Alphys could hear them, hoping she wasn't watching her shows with her headphones in.

There was a loud crash from inside the lab followed by hissing and cursing from Mettaton. The door slid open to reveal Alphys' flushed face. "FRISK! So-orry about the wait..." She motioned for Frisk to enter.

As Frisk waddled into the nostalgic lab, they caught sight of Mettaton laying sprawled across the couch. The child immediately jumped on top of the metalic being which recieved a low grunt of surprise. "Alphys! Frisk broke in." Mettaton called.

"They didn't break i-in. I let them in." Alphys said with a smile. "...You let them in?" Mettaton raised a suspicious brow, but scooped the child up into his arms anyways.

There was awkward silence from Alphys' half of the room as Frisk and Mettaton stared at her, making her squirm uncomfortably. "I-I th-thought...you c-could use company?..." Alphys squeaked.

Mettaton smiled despite his growing exhaustion. "Well, the little one always is a nice surprise." He ruffled their hair. Frisk groaned playfully as they pushed Mettaton's hands away to fix their hair again.

Frisk only then noticed how slow Mettaton moved. They turned to Alphys with a tilted head in concern. She immediately knew what Frisk was wordlessly asking. "O-Oh. No, Frisk, Mettaton is fi-fine. He just keeps burning up his battery..." Alphys gave Mettaton a dangerous side eye.

"It's not my fault you built me without a portable charging port." Mettaton whined, lifting up the wire that was plugged into his side for empasis. Frisk watched with interest as the mini argument unfolded as usual with these two.

"You wo-wouldn't have to come here to c-ch-charge if you'd just save your battery!" Alphys scolded. "Oh, save the lectures, Alphie..." Mettaton grunted and rubbed his head, pulling Frisk closer as if they were a stuffed animal.

Frisk giggled and snuggled closer into Mettaton's chest. Alphys didn't have the heart to yell at Mettaton while Frisk was over, so she dropped the issue but Mettaton knew he'd be in for in for basically using Frisk as a human shield. Frisk could sense the tension between the two and looked up at Mettaton with a concerned gaze that the robot instantly recognized. "Oh, we're fine, Frisk. Just a quarrel." Mettaton said, smoothing back the mop of hair on Frisk's head. The human knew that Mettaton was most likely the reason for the instigator of the fight but they didn't care to bring it up. Mettaton sighed dramatically and sprawled out across the couch causing Frisk to laugh a little at his theatrics. "Don't laugh at me, Frisk. I'm exhausted." Mettaton said with a pout. Frisk didn't seem to especially care if Mettaton was exhausted, because all they wanted to do was play. They'd seen Alphys tickle Mettaton before and Frisk was always curious to try tickling the robot for themselves, and it'd probably make Mettaton want to tickle them back and start playing with them.

Frisk experimentally started to twist the little dials on Mettaton's chest, like they'd seen Alphys do a couple months before, and it must've caught the robot off guard because he immediately attacked Frisk. The little human fell to the floor and stared up at Mettaton who was internally freaking out, "Oh, dear! I'm so sorry!" He whisked Frisk up in his robotic arms. "I didn't mean to, I promise."

At Mettaton's apologetic cries, Alphys began to get anxious at her lab and went to check on the two of them, "Wh-what's going on, Mettaton? What di-id you do to them?" She asked.

Frisk quickly turned Mettaton's dials again while he was distracted which caused a short shriek, but the robot stopped himself from reacting violently this time. A look of realization flashed across Alphys' face and she smirked before smiling at Frisk, "We-well wouldja look at tha-at? Did you learn how to ti-tickle him?" Frisk nodded simply and tried to climb on top of Mettaton again to play more tickles. Mettaton reacted by trying to gently squirm away from the human so he didn't hurt them. "Hold still, Metta," Alphys instructed, "you wo-wouldn't wanna hurt Frisk, would you?" Mettaton glared at Alphys, but the bitterness on his face quickly melted away when Frisk's little fingers began scribbling on his belly right near his core. "G-GAHAH- SNK!" Mettaton burst out into rambunctious laughter that was quite unlike his composed and refined persona, the snorting wasn't really helping either. Frisk was pleasantly surprised by the reaction and found themselves tracing little pictures on Mettaton's core. The robot was practically malfunctioning trying to keep himself from flinging Frisk off, but Alphys knew Mettaton would be able to control himself. Whatever damage he sustained, Alphys would fix later. She put a hand on Frisk's back and watched them trace. "O-Oh! Are we playing g-guess the picture?" Alphys asked.

Frisk nodded, drawing two circles just above Mettaton's core and then a long curved line below the circles. Mettaton was absolutely reeling but Alphys ignored him and tapped her chin in thought. It was obviously a smiley face, but a vengeful part of her wanted Mettaton to suffer a little longer. Frisk paused the tickling to look up at Alphys with an expectant smile. "Hmm...I-I'm not sure. Maybe you could d-draw it again?" "It's a smile, Alphys!" Mettaton cried in exasperation, clearly desperate to avoid his vulnerable core being traced again. Alphys hushed Mettaton, "Don't sp-spoil the game for us!" Frisk giggled when Alphys played a long and began to draw the same picture. Mettaton's snorting only escalated the longer he was tickled to the point where he was barely laughing anymore. Alphys decided the jig was up, and called out, "A-A smiley face! Am I right, Frisk?"