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Summary - Suitcase and Knife get into a squabble after being selected as the season finalists.
Word Count - 970
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Suitcase and Knife were strolling down a dusty, dirt pathway in the semi-darkness. It was night, and the pair had just been confirmed as the two finalists of the season.
Neither one had spoken since they began making their way down the path. Tensions were relatively high after the events of that day, and both had rather dismayed expressions, despite their current rankings in the competition.
After a few minutes of walking, Knife glanced over at Suitcase.
“You know, it was a mistake choosing me.” He said, breaking the silence between them.
Suitcase returned his gaze. “Huh? Why do you say that?”
A smug grin crossed Knife’s face.
“Because I’m going to win.”
“Oh, that’s funny...” Suitcase began, a small smile appearing on her face as she looked back at the path ahead. “I was pretty sure I chose you so that I wouldn’t have any real competition in the end. My mistake.”
Knife felt Suitcase’s words pierce directly through his ego.
“Seems like your logic was flawed.” He retorted through gritted teeth.
“Was it?” Suitcase flashed Knife her own smug, knowing look.
Knife stared her down through a forced smile, with Suitcase readily matching his intensity.
Just then, Knife froze in place, letting out a small gasp.
“Suitcase! Do you see that?” He exclaimed, pointing at a spot further down the path.
Suitcase slowed. She looked at Knife confusingly, before turning her attention to the area. “Huh?”
Bap! Suitcase felt someone flick her right in the centre of her face. She stumbled back, reorienting herself as she heard Knife chuckling.
“Did you see it?” He grinned at her, with Suitcase shooting him an agitated look in return.
“It must have slipped me by...” She replied, subtly moving closer to Knife, “I think that you should check this out, though.”
In an instant, Suitcase clicked open, positioned herself under Knife’s arm, and snapped shut. There wasn’t enough pressure to cause Knife any harm, but effectively trapped his limb.
“Wha- hey!” Knife began roughly tugging at his arm, but Suitcase wouldn’t let go. “I need that!”
“Actually, it’s mine now. It’s the least I could get after enduring that ruthless attack.”
Knife stopped tugging with a sigh. “Okay, I have to warn you, if you don’t let go, I may have to do something you’ll regret.”
“Try me.” Suitcase replied without a beat.
“Alright...”
Suitcase felt Knife’s trapped hand suddenly spring to life inside of her inner compartment, his fingers brushing up against the lining. She found herself fighting a smile as small sparks were produced from the gentle contact.
Suitcase slightly folded in on herself. “Pfft- Knife!”
“I tried to warn you.” He explained, the brushing transitioning to light scratching.
“Aha-! Wahait! Thahat’s not fahair!” Suitcase giggled, lightly stomping one of her feet against the ground.
“It is when you’re the one keeping it in there. This is a situation of your own making.”
Suitcase shook herself around. “Just stahap!”
“Only if you let go.” Knife asserted, speeding up his fingers.
“ACK! OKAHAY!”
Suitcase opened up, allowing Knife to retract his arm.
Knife dusted off the now-free limb. “See? Was that so hard?”
Suitcase, regaining her breath, decided that she wasn’t going down that easily.
Without warning, she jumped up and clamped herself shut over Knife’s blade, bringing him back down with her as she landed on the ground.
Knife was now suspended horizontally in the air, with the better part of his blade trapped within Suitcase’s inner compartment.
Muffled protests sounded from inside of Suitcase.
“What’s that? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you in there.” Suitcase taunted. Raising up one of her legs, she began trailing her ankle down the length of Knife’s side.
Knife’s limbs tensed up before frantically swinging through the air.
“Seems like the shoe is on the other foot now, huh?” Suitcase teased, continuing the action.
Knife struggled for a moment longer, before his hands came to rest on Suitcase’s front. His fingers quickly moved to wiggle against the area.
“AH! Nohoho- Knihife!” Suitcase laughed, now struggling to keep her balance.
Eventually, Suitcase was forced to click open, allowing for Knife to tumble out. She subsequently fell backwards onto the ground.
Knife remained there for a moment, recovering, as Suitcase quickly lifted herself to her feet.
“Yohou jeherk!” She giggled out.
Before Knife could respond, Suitcase pounced at him, situating herself on top of his handle. Knife pressed his hands to her front, lightly pushing at her.
“I’m the jerk? You trapped me!” Though he was attempting to seem upset, Knife’s playful grin suggested otherwise.
“Yeah, and I’d do it again!" Suitcase leaned down, pressing a raspberry against the centre of Knife’s handle.
Knife squeaked, shoving Suitcase off and onto the ground.
Suitcase couldn’t help but giggle. “Whahat was thahat nohoise?”
Knife ignored the question, sitting up.
“So that’s how you wanna play, huh? Fine.”
Knife advanced towards Suitcase, swiftly picking her up by her handle. With his free hand, he scribbled beneath it, making Suitcase kick her legs.
“Nohoho! Ehehe! Quihit ihit!”
As Knife continued, Suitcase scanned him over. She took notice of how both of his arms were currently raised away from his body. Shooting out her legs, Suitcase positioned her ankles under each of Knife’s arms, beginning to rapidly scribble against the surfaces.
“AHA- DOHON’T!” Knife cackled, immediately dropping Suitcase. She landed on her feet, as Knife wrapped his arms protectively around himself.
“Okahay, truhuce! Truhuce.” He giggled out.
“Alright,” Suitcase conceded, “truce… for now.”
She waited with a smile as Knife stood up, the pair then resuming their trek down the pathway.
The surrounding air was noticeably lighter, with earlier tensions eased, even if just slightly. No matter what the game had left in store for them, Suitcase and Knife knew that they would be alright, as long as they had each other.
*sigh* So, what if Steve Cobs had the same laugh as the Narrator from Pocoyo since the Narrator from Pocoyo got tickled by some octopus dude in an episode.
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Summary - Knife finds an alternate way to handle Trophy’s request that they fight.
Word Count - 970
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Finale Day of season 2 of Inanimate Insanity had finally arrived. In celebration, the show’s contestants were attending a party thrown at Hotel OJ.
One such contestant was Knife, who was one of the two season finalists. Upon his arrival, however, Knife found himself in an encounter with Trophy, who berated him over ‘going soft.’
After the confrontation, Knife went to speak to Suitcase, but found that she was no longer in the main party room. He searched around the hotel, but wasn’t having any luck in locating her.
Turning down one of the hotel’s hallways, Knife sighed, facing yet another empty space.
“What are you doing down here?”
Knife whirled around to see Trophy standing in the entrance to the hallway.
“Stalking me now, huh?” Knife crossed his arms.
“What, does that make you mad?” Trophy taunted, approaching him.
Knife grumbled. “I’m not doing this again, Trophy.”
“Oh yeah? Then, let’s do something else. You, me, fight. Right here, right now.”
“I’m not fighting you.” Knife stated flatly.
“Why not? Afraid it’ll damage your ‘victim’ persona?” Trophy sneered. “I’m actively inviting you to do it, since that seems to be something you require.”
Knife clenched his fists. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“You know what? Fine.”
Before Trophy could respond, Knife lunged in his direction. Trophy dodged to the side, taking a swing at the sharp object. Knife avoided the blow, sweeping Trophy’s legs with one of his own. Trophy fell to the ground, with Knife quickly planting himself on Trophy’s base, effectively pinning the object on his back.
Trophy grinned. “Heh, I was really starting to doubt you had it in you.”
“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Trophy.” Knife looked away, returning his gaze a moment later with a smirk. “I do have one question for you, though.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Would you happen to be ticklish?”
“Would I- … huh?” Trophy repeated, clearly caught off guard by the question.
A smug looking Knife raised his hands and wiggled his fingers down at the object.
Trophy’s eyes widened before he shot out his hands, latching onto Knife’s wrists.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Knife chuckled. “Guess I got my answer, huh?”
Knife moved his hands closer to Trophy, who firmly pushed against them.
“What? I thought this was what you wanted.” Knife said, grinning.
“This is very clearly not what I wanted.”
“Eh… fist fight, tickle fight, I don’t see much of a difference.”
“There is a large difference!”
“If you say so.”
Knife then suddenly yanked his hands back, tearing them out of Trophy’s grasp, before quickly shoving them under the object’s arms. He began to skitter his fingers against the surface.
“Nohoho! Stohohop yohou ihidiot!” Trophy giggled out, bringing his hands down to grab at Knife’s wrists once more.
“Mmmm,” Knife hummed, pretending to think, “no.”
“Ihi’m gohonna kihill yohou!” Trophy pulled at Knife’s hands, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Really now? Last I checked, I’m not the one pinned to the ground.”
Before Trophy could think of a comeback, he felt Knife’s fingers slip down to the narrowest point of his middle section. He froze at the contact. Knife then began to skitter his fingers over the area.
Trophy started thrashing around as his giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.
“NAHAHA! STOHOHOP THAHAT!”
Knife snickered. “Bad spot?”
Trophy attempted to pry Knife’s hands off once more, but still could not remove them. “GEHET OHOUT OHOF THEHERE!”
“How about you take this as some form of endurance training or something? Just think of all the muscles you’re using right now.”
“IHI’LL ENDUHURANCE TRAHAINING YOHOU!”
Mustering up his remaining strength, Trophy let go of Knife’s hands and roughly shoved him in the chest.
Knife, caught by surprise, fell backwards and off of Trophy. Sitting up, Trophy wasted no time, immediately tackling Knife.
The two tussled around on the ground for a few moments until Trophy was once again on his back, with Knife now positioned behind his head, holding both of his wrists.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Trophy grumbled.
“I am not.” Knife replied, pinning each of Trophy’s hands under his knees.
“This is lame, man.”
“Well that’s too bad.”
Tentatively, Knife reached out and traced a single finger down the inner side of one of Trophy’s handles.
Trophy flinched before breaking out into giggles. “Hehehey! Quihit thahat!”
Knife ignored the request, his other hand joining in as he began to gently flutter his fingers against the inner surfaces of the two golden handles.
Trophy shut his eyes, his legs starting to lightly beat against the ground.
“Ihi’m gohonna… Ihi’m gohonna…”
“You’re going to…?” Knife prompted, but no response came from Trophy, who seemed to be lost in his own giggles.
Knife took note of the large decrease in resistance from Trophy, compared to the fight he had been putting up earlier. He now only barely pulled at his hands, which remained trapped under Knife’s weight.
Knife continued for a few minutes before a voice appeared behind him.
“Hey, uh… what are you guys doing?”
Knife turned around and spotted Baseball standing in the doorway, watching them.
He halted his hands, pulling away from Trophy.
“Oh, nothing.”
As soon as Knife was off of Trophy’s hands, Trophy stood up, gave him a shove, and stomped past Baseball out of the hallway.
“What was that about?” Baseball questioned as Knife approached.
“Don’t worry about it.” Knife brushed him off. “Any chance you’ve seen Suitcase?”
“Oh, yes, over here.” Baseball led Knife back to the main party room.
Knife wasn’t sure whether his encounter with Trophy would get him to lay off, or only serve to agitate him further. Either way, he had learned a new tactic for dealing with Trophy’s attempts to egg him on. One which he was eager for the opportunity to utilize again.
If two lees are possible, Knife and Suitcase please!!! Sad finalists need some joy!!!
Ofc!! I’m so shit at drawing Knife I’m so sorry 😭✋🏾 the first sketch is season one to preface!! Been really enjoying the remaster and their dynamic is hilarious to me (yes the second one is Kn💖ife💖case in my eyes, sue me)
