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This takes place after s3 ep14, "Spring on the breakfast!"
Idk if thats u saying u want Mephone to get their green dots, or you're just saying- either way, i added it a lil bit
This fic kinda sucks in my opinion, idk, I think its written odd
THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC! It's just about them tickling each other! If you don't like that or are uncomfortable, please just scroll
Warnings: none
Nsfw dni
Fic under cut!
Bot rubbed their head. That was... certainly a challenge. That spring had a lot of nerve...
They sighed, laying on their back.
They were tired after the challenge, of course. N/A flew off who knows where as of now, probably in a tree. Its happened before, though. They'll come back soon. As far as Bot knew, it just went out to get food whenever it was gone despite the fact Bot fed them from the pick-nix tables before.
"Bot-"
"AH-"
Bot stood up, quickly stumbling backwards. The one who spoke, Mephone4, was startled, doing the same.
Bot blinked. "Uh- Mephone?" They cleared their throat. "Sorry, you scared me.." They said awkwardly, forcing a smile and rubbing their head.
Mephone awkwardly chuckled, trying not to seem a little shocked or confused. Bot sat back in their original place, looking at the electronic. "Did you... need something?" They asked.
Mephone tapped their finger on his arm, leaning down to match Bots height as well as he could while speaking to them. "Kinda?- I was just trying to see if you were feeling fine after all that." Mephone sounded a little guilty, as if he somehow thought he was at fault for what Springy did. He regretted letting him here just for that partnership.
Bot tilted their head, thinking to themselves a little bit. "Mhm. I'm doing better." The robot nodded at their own words, looking back up at Mephone. "How are you?" They asked.
He blinked, looking down in thought. He sat down fully by this point, his legs beginning to hurt. "I'm fine." He mumbled, looking forward towards the beaches direction.
After a few moments, Bot looked at the meeple product next to them, leaning toward him a little bit. "Does your screen actually.. work with others, or..?" They reached out and hesitantly tapped the phones screen, making a few extra buttons appear. Mephone squeaked, covering his abdomen. "Ah- dohon't do that...?" He snickered, a wobbly smile on his face.
Bot blinked, moving away from him. "Oh, sorry- did I hurt you?" They asked. Mephone shook his head a little bit. "No, it just.. just tickled a little bit." Mephone said awkwardly.
Bot perked up. "Oh, I didn't think they would've made you with those... those sensors? Nerves?" Bot tapped their knee, thinking of how to word their sentence. Mephone flinched. "Let's not talk about that." He said, a little more stern. He would rather not talk about his creator.
Bot nodded awkwardly, going quiet. Mephone spoke again after a few moments.
"... Did Test tube make you with them?" Mephone asked, genuinely curious. Bot tilted their head, seeming confused by the question. "...Probably not?" They shrugged. Mephone looked down at them, his foot tapping as his thoughts circled.
"...Can I just..?" Eventually, he reached out and poked their side a little bit.
Bot squeaked, a little shocked. "That feels tingly-!" They muttered, lightly pushing his hand down. They had a small smile and didn't seem to upset. "She did," Mephone mumbled to himself, a little surprised himself. He smiled softly, turning to the smaller robot and giggling. "Wait," He said, sounding a little amused. He pulled them a little closer. She didn't argue much, her smile growing a bit wobbly.
"Mephone?-!"
They bursted into small giggles quicker than they expected, Mephone beginning to wiggle his fingers against their sides, in front of the small metal wings. Bot squirmed lightly, quickly covering their mouth to muffle the already-quiet laughter. "Quhuit!" She said behind her hands. Mephone listened, snickering a little bit when he let go of them.
Bot froze, a little shocked he stopped... more shocked he stopped then the fact they were actually ticklish. Mephone blinked. "Are you okay?" He asked.
Bot gasped sharply, broke out of their thoughts. "Ah, yea, of course! I just.. er.." Bot tapped their own little wing. "..You didn't HAVE to stop?" They said awkwardly, forcing a small smile.
Mephone stared at them for a second. Bot felt awkward, quickly feeling as if they said something wrong. "S-Sorry, I mean- you don't have to continue if you don't-!"
Bot was cut off by feeling a skitter under their wing, squeaking quietly.
"Oh, I can continue!" Mephone said as he pulled the robot onto his lap, scribbling under both of their wings.
"N-Nohoho!" Bot squealed, kicking a little bit before attempting to curl in on themselves. Mephone interrupted and went to tap across Bots stomach so they can't cover it with their legs, making them laugh a little louder as they failed to curl up.
Mephone put a hand on their back, helping make sure they could sit up more comfortably. "Hm.. Whats wrong, Bot?" He teased. "Yohou knohohow!-" They said through their laughter. "Shuhut uhup!" They added on.
The electronic raised an eyebrow, moving to trace the designs on Bots wings. "Shut up? Thats a little rude." He said playfully, tapping the green dots on one wing and tracing the other. "S-STAHAP!" They squeaked out, their face a little red from embarrassment.
Mephone just went and tapped where their ribs, one hand still tracing the glow in the dark green dots. Bot used their hands to hide their face instead of stopping the meeple product. That didn't really seem to be their goal anyway, they were having fun.
Mephone4 went and lightly kneaded Bots stomach. Bot squeaked, finally moving their hands from their face, one hand beginning to tap a finger rapidly on Mephones knee. "Dohon't- do thahat!" They squealed, their other hand holding one of Mephones wrist. "I'm being light?" Mephone chuckled.
Mephone lightened up before laying off, sitting the shorter one up and rubbing their head. They sighed, leaning into the phone.
"...Feel alright?" Mephone asked. "We could get you water from the pick-nix tables if you need." Mephone rubbed the side of his head.
Bot shook their head and giggled. "I'm fine, thanks.." Bot murmured, sleepily nuzzling into the electronic. Mephone sighed quietly, rubbing the robots head as they drifted off.
Summary - MePhone4 repays the Cheer Factory after their last encounter.
Word Count - 1200
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Daytime had arrived on the island of Paradise. MePhone4 could be found walking down the beach that encircled the island, contemplating the challenge he would be assigning his contestants later that day.
As he made his way along the shore, something small and pink visible in the sand up ahead caught MePhone4’s attention.
Bow was sitting on the beach, seemingly alone, playing in the sand. MePhone4 glanced around and confirmed that it was just the two of them in the area.
Memories of the night prior suddenly filled the phone’s head, when Bow, along with Goo, had launched a joint tickle attack against him. Eyeing the pink object, MePhone4 figured this may be his only opportunity to seek out his revenge.
Smirking to himself, MePhone4 sauntered over to Bow’s current position, stopping just behind her.
“Hey Bow.” He greeted her calmly.
Bow turned around, grinning as she spotted the phone.
“Hey MePhone! What do you think of my sandcastle?” She chirped, turning back.
“Looks pretty good.” He took a subtle step closer.
“I’m not sure what to name it yet, but you better believe it’ll be something amazing.”
“I’m sure.” He replied, taking another step forward. “Say, Bow, do you remember last night?”
Bow froze for a moment, silent, before continuing to sculpt with the sand.
“Uh, yeah, ha ha. You were all depressed so Goo and I distracted you to make you feel better.” She recounted, nervousness clear in her tone.
MePhone4 folded his arms behind his back. “Must’ve been one heck of a distraction, huh?”
“Yep, it sure was. Ha ha…”
Bow halted her work once more, a beat of silence passing as she remained motionless on the ground. Then, without warning, she started scrambling to her feet, intent on fleeing the scene.
Once she was standing, however, Bow felt herself further lifted into the air, as MePhone4 quickly scooped her into his arms.
“Oh no you don’t.”
He then gently yet firmly pressed Bow up against his screen to prevent her from wriggling away.
Bow struggled momentarily before realizing she was trapped.
“... shoot. Is it too late to say sorry?”
“Yes.”
Bow then felt a single finger make contact with each of her sides. They started slowly dragging up and down in unison.
Bow burst out into giggles. “Wahait! Wahait! Cahan we tahalk ahabout thihis?!”
“Oh, I think that time has passed.”
MePhone4 then fully wiggled his fingers into Bow’s sides, her legs starting to kick as her giggles became more frantic.
“Nohoho! Stahahap ihit!”
“What’s that? Sorry, it’s hard to understand you through the giggling.”
“I sahahaid stahahap!”
“Huh, funny, I remember making a similar request last night, which was ignored.” He recalled. “But, I’ll be fair.”
MePhone4 slowed his fingers to a stop, giving Bow a chance to recover. The reprieve was short-lived, however, as Bow soon felt small circles being traced along the underside of her two pink, triangular loops, which were attached to either side of her torso.
Her giggles resuming, Bow slightly curled in on herself. She heard MePhone4 chuckle at her reaction.
“We juhust wahanted to cheheer yohou up!” Bow attempted to reason with him once more.
No response came from the host. Instead, the light tracing switched to skittering. Bow’s giggles became full-fledged laughter as she started to squirm.
“NAHAHA-! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”
“Not this?” MePhone4 teased, speeding up his fingers. He smiled as Bow’s squirming increased in intensity, quickly slowing the skittering back to the original pace. He didn’t want to overdo things.
“PLEHE-AHAHAHA!” Bow laughed out, unable to properly form words.
“Alright, alright.” MePhone4 conceded, slowing his fingers to a stop.
Bow gasped in air as residual giggles continued to spill from her.
“Lehet mehe goho!” She weakly pushed at MePhone4’s screen.
“Not until I’ve settled the score.” He asserted, tentatively poking at the two spots where Bow’s loops met her torso. She flinched in response.
MePhone4 then shaped his hands into claws, hovering them in the air momentarily, before bringing them down and scrunching his fingers up against the two areas.
Bow thrashed, her arms waving wildly. “AHAHAHA!”
After a few minutes of the action, MePhone4 let up, slowing his hands to a stop.
“Alright, I think you’ve suffered enough.” He teased, carefully setting Bow down on the sand. “You okay?”
Bow spun around for a moment, dizzy, before shaking her head clear. She turned to face him.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She dusted herself off. “I see why you enjoyed our distraction last night, though. That was actually kinda fun!”
MePhone4 blinked.
“Wh- … I-I didn’t-”
“Okay bye~!” Bow cut him off, waving as she made her way across the beach and onto the grass, her figure eventually being obscured from view by the island’s foliage.
MePhone4 grumbled, crossing his arms.
What does she know?
Just then, rustling could be heard from a nearby bush, followed shortly by the emergence of a small, blue blob from within the dense leaves.
“Bow?” Goo called out, stopping in his tracks as he noticed the host standing alone on the beach. “Oh, hey MePhone. Have you seen Bow? I thought I heard her over here.”
MePhone4’s smug expression quickly returned.
“Goo! Just the guy I’m looking for.” He approached the small blob.
“H-huh?” Goo stuttered, suddenly being lifted up.
MePhone4 placed Goo into a single hand, the other being used to start poking at him.
“Hehey!” Goo giggled out in response.
He then felt a sharp squeeze from the hand supporting him as the poking continued.
“Eheek-!” Goo squealed, squishing his body down. “MehePhone!”
“What’s up?” He responded casually.
“Ihihit tihihickles!”
“That’s kind of the point, Goo.” MePhone4 halted the poking, instead opting to flutter his fingers up against the squishy, blue surface. “This better?”
“Ehehahah!” Goo laughed as the fingers danced across his blue figure.
“This is your comeuppance for last night, by the way.” MePhone4 noted, continuing the action.
“Buhut yohou fehelt behetter ahafter!”
“Yeah, well, I’ll feel even better once I’ve returned the favour.”
MePhone4 then slowed his fingers to a stop, clasping Goo with both of his hands. Taking a breath, he drew Goo in close, planting a raspberry on his side.
“HA-! Ahahaha!” Goo’s laugh boomed as the electric-like sensation rippled through his semi-solid body.
Goo appeared to slightly melt in MePhone4’s hands, indicating to the phone that he couldn’t handle much when it came to tickles.
“Alright, I’ll let you off the hook this time.” MePhone4 leaned down, carefully placing Goo onto the sand, where he further puddled.
A wide, wobby smile was present on Goo’s face. “Thanks…”
“Don’t mention it.” MePhone4 examined his hands, which were now lightly coated in blue residue. He shook the substance off. “See you at today’s challenge.”
He then strolled off, quick to act as if nothing had happened.
Walking along the beach once more, MePhone4 felt a sense of satisfaction from his revenge against the Cheer Factory. Hopefully, the two had learned not to mess with him, as they had done the night prior. However, a second hope, one who’s presence MePhone4 refused to acknowledge, longed for the pair’s ‘playful techniques’ when the host felt down.
Maybe he should give them the opportunity to cheer him up again.
