#ler!niffty

Vaggie shook her head. “No, that wouldn’t work. He’d either fade into the shadows or wreck us all again. It’s something he’s shown to be capable of.” She shuddered and blushed at the thought of Alastor’s tickling capabilities.

“Then… what?” Angel raised an eyebrow. “We gotta get this asshole back somehow.”

“I got it!” Two voices at once: Lucifer, smiling brightly from the couch, and Charlie, who was pacing the room.

“Oh, uh, you first,” the princess said quickly.

Lucifer stammered, then said, “No, please, I insist, you first.”

“Okay!” Charlie clapped her hands excitedly, then cringed as she remembered that they were supposed to be quiet. With a quick look to make sure Alastor was still sleeping, she laid out her plan. “If brute force won’t work, we’ll have to be sneakier with our tactics.”

Husker chuckled and nudged Angel next to him. “Sun Tsu over here,” he whispered.

Charlie continued, “I propose that we wreck him individually, in ways that won’t raise suspicion. If we can tickle him when his guard’s down, and then act innocent when he asks, we can tickle him without needing to fear for ourselves.” She smiled and bowed, then gestured to her father to say his idea.

“Oh,” the king tugged at his collar. “M-my plan involved inordinate amounts of rubber ducks. Yeah, I like yours better.”

Vaggie got up from the couch and stood next to her girlfriend. “Then we are agreed. Troops, prepare for guerrilla combat.” The hotel residents put their heads together and formulated their daring plan. With a series of final determined nods, the huddle split and got to work around the hotel. They opted to bide their time for revenge until that afternoon, giving Alastor time to focus on other matters. All they had to do was wait.

-

Alastor’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. Old habits die hard... after everything he’d done, he never let himself sleep too deeply. He glanced at the grandfather clock and blinked. Three in the afternoon? That was a first. Muttering under his breath, he straightened his coat, smoothed his hair, and stretched, joints popping one after another. Sleeping in a chair was never a good idea. The hotel was too quiet. No Niffty clattering around, no Angel’s off-key singing, not even the static of a news broadcast. Just silence, thick and heavy. Alastor’s ears twitched. That was never a good sign.

"How peculiar..." he mused, stepping lightly toward the kitchen. If there was one thing Alastor knew, it was that this utter silence in the Hazbin Hotel was never, ever a good sign. Because it meant that the other residents were plotting.

And oh, how right he was.

-

Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, did not let go of a grudge... especially not after being left a giggling, writhing mess on the floor by Alastor. He’d spent the morning sulking in his penthouse, wings twitching every time he remembered those claws skittering over his ribs, his wing joints, his- nope! He shook his head hard, trying to banish the memory.

Now he was lurking outside Alastor’s radio station, eyes glinting with mischief. He had a plan, and he was sure it would work.

Alastor, ever the creature of habit, was inside, humming to himself as he adjusted the dials on his antique radio, letting the hip-swinging rhythms of Nat King Cole fill the room. The door was slightly ajar, and Lucifer could see the glow of the station's lights reflecting off the demon's polished shoes.

With a smirk, Lucifer reached out and plucked a single feather from his wing. He rolled it between his fingers, feeling the soft barbs. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent it floating into the room, riding a gentle breeze of his magic.

The feather drifted lazily, landing on Alastor's shoulder.

Alastor froze.

Lucifer held his breath, pressing himself against the wall. He could hear the Radio Demon's muscles tense, the sudden stillness in the air.

Then-

"GAH-!"

Alastor's cane slammed against the table as he spun around, swatting at his shoulder. His ears twitched, eyes wide. "What in the-?!"

Lucifer didn't wait. Seizing the brief moment of confusion, he lunged into the room, grabbing Alastor by the lapels and slamming him against the wall. Before the Radio Demon could react, Lucifer's wings flared, piercing Alastor's eyes with golden light. Then, Lucifer's fingers danced along the sensitive side of Alastor's torso.

Alastor's entire body jerked. "Y-youhu daHAare- ahhAHHA! yoUhU infHeheHernal-!!"

Lucifer grinned, wicked and triumphant. "Oh, I dare, busboy! How does it feel to take what you dish out?"

Lucifer only tickled harder, his other hand finding the spot where Alastor's ribs met his back. The Radio Demon shrieked like a witch and instantly melted into shadow, evading Lucifer's clutches.

"Coward! Get back here, you little-!" He growled, and turned to leave... but not before smirking and flapping his wings a whole bunch, depositing a metric butt-ton of silky-soft white feathers throughout Alastor's studio. "Catch you next time, bucko."

As he left, Alastor's hidden shadow-form glared daggers at the king, absolutely flabbergasted that someone would have the GALL to do what he just did. Well, at least that would be the end of it...

-

Charlie had spent the afternoon "cooking."

Or, at least, that's what she told Alastor when he had wandered into the kitchen, lured by the scent of something sweet and spicy. The Radio Demon leaned against his cane in the doorway, watching as Charlie stirred a pot on the stove.

"And just what are you making, Princess?" he asked, voice suave and smooth as syrup.

Charlie turned, beaming. "Gumbo! I found it in this old cookbook." She held up a book bound in crimson leather, with bright green runes covering it. It was obviously Alastor's cookbook, but if she knew that, she gave no sign of it. "I thought it'd be nice to give you a little taste of home, y'know?"

Alastor's eyes widened. "How... thoughtful of you." Smelling the air, he could detect at least three mistakes Charlie had made thus far in the recipe, but the mere thought made him overlook them for now.

Charlie giggled, continuing to stir the pot. "Why don't you taste it? See if it's ready?"

Alastor's suspicion flickered, but only for a moment. Charlie was absolutely terrible at hiding things. He stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves. "Well, don't mind if I do."

His clawed finger dipped into the sauce and then up to his mouth. "Hm... as I suspected, it could use a bit more cayENNE-" He cut himself off at the feeling of a very daring and insolent finger poking him in the ribs. He whipped around, glaring suspiciously at the princess.

"Sorry! Sorry, there was a, uh, fly on your shirt. I know how you are about cleanliness!" A very wobbly smile appeared on Charlie's lips as she shrugged nervously.

"Yes... Thank you." Alastor cocked an eyebrow but turned back to the dish. "As I was saying, it could use more cayenne... now where did I put that?" He scanned the countertop for the familiar and to him very often used bottle, but found it nowhere.

"Oh, I remember seeing it up there, in that top cabinet!" Charlie offered, pointing to the highest cabinet in the kitchen.

Thinking nothing of it, Alastor hummed in gratitude and reached way up high toward the cabinet, only to yelp indignantly at Charlie experimentally wiggling her fingers in his open underarms. Whipping around, he knocked Charlie back a few paces, his antlers growing in size ominously as he stepped toward her.

"Of all the impertinent, impudent, insolent, uncouth, and downright idiotic displays of misplaced confidence I have seen over my very long career, that one might just take the cake, my dear."

"It... was worth a shot-!" Charlie pressed into the wall, giggling in anticipation... before a whizzed past Alastor's body, pinning him to the wall by one of his suspenders.

"I- w-what just-?" He looked down at the spear in confusion before looking up to see Vaggie, gesturing frantically to Charlie to follow her. With one last cheeky squeeze to Alastor's hips, Charlie, giggling the whole time, ran down the hallway with her girlfriend to safety.

Alastor snapped the spear like a toothpick, seething... then smirked. With that, he turned to salvage the gumbo Charlie had been working on. He'd rather die than let a genuine attempt at Creole cuisine go to waste.

-

Niffty had spent the morning polishing just about every statue in Hazbin Hotel. Every cherub, gargoyle, and demonic bust, she made them shine. She hummed to herself as she worked, her feather duster swishing through the air with practiced precision.

Alastor, of course, had noticed.

He stood in the doorway, watching as Niffty climbed a particularly precarious ladder to reach a stubborn spot on a statue of a grinning imp. "Awfully thorough today, Niffty," he drawled.

Niffty didn't look down. "Cleanliness is next to godliness, Mr. Alastor!" she chirped, her voice sweet. "Wouldn't want any dust lingering where it doesn't belong!"

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "Of course not."

Niffty finished her polishing and hopped down from the ladder, turning to face him with a bright smile. "Say, Mr. Alastor, could you hold still for just a second? I think I missed a spot on your shoulder."

Alastor’s instincts screamed at him to run. But before he could move, Niffty’s feather duster flicked against his neck.

"Stand still!" she sang, her voice suddenly sharp.

Alastor’s entire body locked up.

Niffty’s eyes gleamed with manic glee as she attacked. The feather duster became a weapon of mass tickle destruction, swiping at his ribs, his antlers, the sensitive spots under his jaw. Alastor let out a sound that was half-shriek, half-laugh, stumbling backward as he tried to escape.

“YouhuhuuhU- yoUHUhUhu lihihIhittle menaaAhAHahce!” he gasped, his cane tapping against the floor.

Niffty only giggled, her movements a blur. “Tickle, tickle, little demon!” she taunted, her voice high and gleeful.

Niffty was everywhere, her duster a whirlwind of torment. He finally managed to grab her wrist, panting. “EnOuhUhuhugh!! EnoUhUhUGH!!”

Niffty grinned, breathless. “All done! You’re sparkling now, Mr. Alastor!”

Alastor glared, his chest heaving. “Oh, Niffty,” he said, his voice dangerously sweet, “I hope you've enjoyed that.”

Niffty only curtsied, skipping away. “Oh, I always enjoy cleaning up a mess!”

Alastor watched her go, his claws twitching.

-

Angel Dust leaned back on the sofa, arms folded. Husker sat beside him, his tail flicking nervously as he clutched a bowl of popcorn. The two of them were “watching a movie,” or at least, that’s what they’d told Alastor when he’d wandered into the lounge, lured by the promise of quiet and the scent of buttered popcorn.

Alastor had taken the bait.

He lounged in his favorite armchair, one leg crossed over the other, his cane resting against the armrest. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression relaxed as he watched the screen. “You know,” he mused, “I do appreciate a good film. Though I must say, your taste is… questionable, Angel.”

Angel smirked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Aw, c’mon, Al. You love bad horror movies.”

Husker didn’t say anything. He just watched Alastor, his ears twitching.

Alastor sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. “I suppose even a demon of my refined tastes can indulge in occasional trash.”

Angel waited until Alastor’s guard was fully down.

Then he moved.

In one swift motion, Angel lunged from his seat, fingers wiggling as he drilled them into the demon's sides. The radio demon jolted, his entire body jolting as if shocked. He let out a strangled yelping noise.

"WhahahaAHahAH- BaahHAHASTHaHRD-!!” Alastor’s laughter was breathless, his body twitching as Angel held his 'drills' in place. After about half a minute, with a swat of his hand, dark tendrils yanked Angel backward, away from his target. Alastor slumped in the chair, his chest heaving, his antlers drooping.

Angel plopped back onto the couch, grabbing the popcorn bowl. “Now, Al, how ‘bout we actually watch this movie? No more interruptions.”

Alastor glared at them, but there was no real heat in it. He straightened his coat, his ears twitching. “You two,” he muttered, “are quite insufferable.”

Husker huffed. “Oh, I didn’t even do anything.”

“You certainly didn’t help!” Alastor sighed. He even, very reluctantly, leaned back in his chair and turned his attention to the screen.

“Oh the contrary, my friend,” Alastor said, placing both his hands on his cane, “in this hotel, we celebrate every occasion under the blazing hot sun! Including birthdays!” 

The p*rn demon looked over towards the pile of presents on a table. Huh, maybe this won’t be that bad. He just forgot how it felt to have a birthday. 

“Do you wanna open your presents?” The princess said, probably more excited than Angel. 

“Yeah sure, why not,” Angel said with a shrug. Charlie cheered and ran over to the present pile as everyone sat down in a circle. 

The spider then began to open up present after present. A dead roach from Niffty, a new box of popsicles from Vaggie, a picture of everyone in the hotel framed in glitter and hearts from Charlie, a SPA coupon from Sir Pentious, some eyeshadow from Cherri, and even Alastor got him a nice old-fashioned jacket. Angel was thankful for every one of his gifts. 

When the demon looked back at the table for Husk’s gift, however, it was empty. Oh. Husk didn’t get me anything, Angel thought, well that’s ok, not like he’s my literal boyfriend or anything.

The group then said happy birthday and the actor blew out the candles on his Red Velvet cake. When the group was done eating, Charlie stood up and gathered the attention of the hotel. 

“Hey everyone!” She started, “I wanted to announce a new tradition that we will be starting at the hotel! It’s one me and my dad used to do, and I thought it would be a great and fun trust exorcise! However, anyone can drop out of this if they don’t feel comfortable. Is that good with you?” The nods and “yes”s she got from the group erred her to continue. “Perfect! So it’s called “Birthday Tingles”!”

The group looked a little confused, but Angel was the most skeptical, not knowing where the princess was going with this. “Basically, depending on the person’s age, that’s how many seconds they get to hide! So if they’re 5, they get 5 seconds, if they’re 30 they get 30! Once the others count to that number, they all have to find the birthday boy or girl! Once they do, they get to tickle them until they tap out!” 

Everyone giggled at the idea, however Angel’s face went bright red. Does he really need to be the first one to undergo this new “tradition”? He raised his hand, “Uh, that’s totally unfair! I only have 33 seconds to hide?” 

“What, scared you’ll get caught?” Husk said smugly, poking his boyfriend’s side. 

“No! I’m just the first one, and I don’t wanna play the game wrong!”

“I dunno, it’s a pretty easy game, Angie.” Cherri shot from her place across the circle, “sound’s to me like you’re a little pussy.”

Vaggie saw Charlie and her worried face. “Guys, stop!” The fallen angel said, “God, Charlie just said not to force people to do things they’re not comfortable with! If you don’t want to, Angel, I promise no one’s going to think of you otherwise. Unless they want me to hurt them.” With that last sentence, she glared at the rest of the staff.

“I don’t feel forced, don’t worry,” Angel chuckled, the blush still on his face still evident, “and who knows, it could be fun.”

Charlie let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. “Great! Well, Angel, you better start running~!” She teased with a few wiggles of her fingers. With that, the spider got up and ran.

He ran through the hallways and up to the second floor. He opened the first door he could find; it happened to be the hotel bathroom. Angel was about to turn back, but he heard Alastor’s voice counting down from ten through his microphone. Echoing throughout the hotel. It both terrified and excited Angel. 

He shrugged and closed the door to the bathroom, hiding behind the shower curtain.

“Ready or not! Here we come~!” He covered his mouth as he let a giggle escape him. They were still far enough for anyone to hear if he accidentally made any noises. At least I’ll have some time till they all find me-

Angel’s thought was cut short when he heard Vaggie say, “Split up! We’ll find him faster that way!”. Oh crap. 

He was able to stay hidden for around a minute, which in his books was a win. That was until he heard the door open. He looked out from the bathtub and saw a short, cat silhouette. Oh FUCK-

“Angel! Had a feeling you’d be in here,” Husk said, opening the curtain fully, “of course you would hide in the first door you see.

“Huhusk- Husk, please- Don’t tell them I’m in here!” Angel said, giggles mixed with his plead. He tried to cover his sides, but panicked when his boyfriend grabbed one of his wrists.

“Oh baby, I won’t tell them you’re in here,” Hus started, shooting one of his hands to his lover’s neck, “you are.” “HEHehehehey! Wahahait wait WAHAHAIT!” Angel squealed very loudly, causing everyone in the hotel to stop looking and immediately follow the sound. Everyone “aww”ed when they saw Husk being able to take down the spider almost twice his height with just a few pinches to his sides.

“Shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck uhuhup! Ahall ohohof- YOHOU-” Angel squealed again when he felt something pick him up off of the ground. It turned out to be one of Alastor’s tendrils (or tentacles? No one knew what they really were). It carried the spider out of the bathroom and onto the floor in front of the door. “Guhuhuys! Gohohoho eheasy ohohon a friehend, yeah?” He squealed again when six mini tendrils wrapped around his arms and legs and pinned him to the ground. 

“Don’t worry, Angel! We won’t go for your armpits, we don’t wanna torcher you!” Charlie said Angel’s worst spot so casually as if it was nothing. That caused the spider’s face to heat up more.

“You guys have your fun, I did my part.” Alastor said, conjuring up a chair and a cup of tea.

“You’re not joining us, Al?” Charlie asked.

“Oh no, my dear. I will just be enjoying the show!”

“Alright, suit yourself,” the princess said while kneeling down next to the captive birthday boy, “ready, Angel?” She smiled when Angel nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. 

On a silent count of three, everyone started “attacking” Angel. Vaggie and Cherri were scribbling along Angel’s sides and ribs. Niffty was lightly scratching along Angel’s stomach and hips. Husk when more towards Angel’s lower body, squeezing up and down Angel’s thighs and knees. Sir Pentious and Charlie, not wanting to overwhelm the poor demon, stuck to scribbling around Angel’s wrists, forearms, and neck. 

Angel. Shrieked. 

“AHAHAHA! GUHUHUYS! IHIHIHIT’S NOHOT FAHAHAHAIR! WAHAHAIT!” He screamed. Cherri motioned for everyone to stop, and they did. Angel was grateful for the break, but surprised that it was over that quickly.

“Guys, let's have some fun with him,” Cherri said, smirk evident in her voice.

“What do you mean missssss. Bomb?” Sir Pentious asked, and everyone (including Angel) looked at her confused. 

“Watch how bad this gets him,” Angel didn’t like how Cherri talked like he wasn’t even there, and was scared about what she would do to break him. “Princess, Pentious, you two start again.”

On their que, they started to tickle Angel’s arms and neck again. “Hehehey! Dohohon’t lihihisten tohoho heheher!” Angel giggled, shaking his head. 

“Awww! Angel! You’re so cute like this!” Charlie smiled, “We gotta tickle you more often!”

“Nohohoho! Ihihi’m nohohohot!” the p*rn demon thought he was going to die of embarrassment. All of his friends were watching as he lost his shit at not even his worst spots! 

“Okay, now let me and Vagina-”

“Vaggie.” Angel spat out a laugh at that. “What, you think that’s funny?” 

“Wehell, if thehe shohohoe fihihits!” Angel teased as Charlie and Sir Pentious ceased their actions.

“That’s it-” Vaggie said as she squeezed Angel’s left side and set of ribs. 

“AHAHahahaha! Vahaha- Vahahahaggie! Wahahahait!” “That’s the spirit!” Cherri cheered as she skittered her nails up and down Angel’s right side. 

“WAHAHAIT! WAHAhahahait! Guhuhuys!” 

“Aww, what’s wrong, Angie? Does it tickle?” 

“YEHEHEHehehes!” Angel shook his head as the group “aww”ed again for the millionth time. “Ohohoho shuhuhut thehehehe fuhuhuHUHUCK UHUHUP- VAHAHAGGIE!” the spider started to squirm more when the “bodyguard” found a spot right below Angel’s last rib, dangerously close to under his lower set of arms. He was thankful when they stopped to move on to the next spot.

“Ooh! Ooh! Is it my turn yet?!” Niffty asked, practically bouncing on Angel’s stomach, “I wanna turn! Please?” “Go for it, tiny!” Cherri sat back, finding it fun that she was in control of the group’s actions.

“Yay!” After letting out an evil little giggle (that Angel didn’t like at all), Nifty got to work, quickly scribbling and scratching all over Angel’s stomach. 

Unlike the others, the cyclops’ movements were very sporadic and spontaneous, basically tickling anywhere she could reach. That somehow made it worse for the demon. He couldn’t figure out where she was going to attack next, and anywhere he squirmed ended up with him just leaning into wherever she tickled. 

“Nihihiffty! WAhahaHAHAIT! Nahahahat thehehehere!” It wasn’t until Angel’s shirt rode up a tiny bit until Niffty saw the pink streak beginning to go up his stomach. She curiously scratched at it, very happy that it made the actor squeal under the nimble fingers. “What’s this?” the maid asked out loud before reaching her hand under Angel’s suit to skitter across his bare belly. 

“NahaHAHAHOHO- NIHIHIHIFFTY! GEHEHEHET OHOHOUTTA THEHEHERE!” Angel shrieked, his squirming picking up a bit as he kicked his legs in his restraints.

“Easy Nifft, we don’t wanna kill him,” Charlie warned the girl, starting to grow worried at Angel’s increase in volume and squirming. Not to mention how red his face was. 

“But he’s so cute!” Niffty whined, taking her hands back and crossing them across her chest. 

“Ihihi- I thohohought yahaha lihihiked bahahad bohohoy’s?” Angel questioned while taking in gulps of air. He was so happy that Cherri suggested this method. If they all went at him at once, he wouldn’t be able to take it, and that wouldn’t be fun.

The maid giggled, “Oh, I do. But, you’re an exception!” Niffty crawled up to Angel’s face and booping his nose. She then got off and sat on top of Alator’s head, willing to just watch with him.

“Ohohokay, ya hahad your fun.” The actor said, starting to try and get up, He squealed when he felt a squeeze on his knee.

“Oho, not so fast, honey,” Husk said in a low tone. He didn’t let Angel respond before continuing to squeeze up his thigh, up to his hip, and back down to his knees, “did ya really forget I was here? Damn, well that’s rude.”

“HUHUhuhusk! Stahahahap thahahahat! Ihihit tihihickles!” “It’s supposed to, Angel!” Charlie said, not being able to hold her adoration for the spider and began to tickle his neck again.

“CHAHahaharlie! Whyhehehe!” Angel honestly thought this was the end of him. Angel Dust, double dead due to embarasment. All of his freinds watched him as his boyfriend tickled him to bits with a few sueezes, and now Charlie too? God.

“Ohohokay! Ihihi’m dohOHOHONE! STAHAHAP!” At Angel’s words, the two stopped their actions, and the tendrils disappeared. The actor laid there, taking in a few breaths. “How was that, Angel?” Charlie asked, a worried smile on her face, “We didn’t go too far, right?” Cherri and Husk laughed, remembering when they tickled Angel for much longer than this. “Don’t worry princess, the bitch is fine,” Cherri said, getting up. 

Charlie let out a sigh of relief, getting up with Vaggie, the rest of the participants following. “Let’s get to bed, everyone! We have another exercise panned at 10 am!” The group let out lots of “ugh”s as they went to their rooms, leaving Angel and Husk in the hallways. 

“So, I noticed ya didn’t get me a present,” Angel said bluntly, not really knowing how to ask Husk about it. Husk smiled as he extended his hand, “Oh I have, you just haven’t seen it yet.” Angel raied an eyebrow at his boyfriend, taking Husk’s hand and letting him lead the to the stairs leading to the roof to the hotel. 

When they got up to the top, Angel couldn’t believe his eyes. Husk put together a candlelit table with rose petals surrounding the area and food sitting on the plates. “Husk- I- I don’t know what to-” He was cut off as Husk pulled him in for a kiss.

Alastor is a very lee-leaning switch. We're talking 90% lee, 10% ler. If he's planning to tickle someone, you can almost guarantee that his secret goal is to get them to get him back

HOWEVER, he's never been one to do anything half-baked, so when he tickles someone, he is brutal and merciless - a "go until I get tired or they safeword" kind of guy

Anyone less powerful than him would never stand a chance if he decides to go for them, and he's not against using his tentacles and shadows to help him get multiple spots at once

He will at least attempt to get anyone more powerful than him, though it doesn't usually end in his favor. Alastor usually tries to wreck them as much as possible while he can in the hopes of exhausting them enough to give himself a head start

He's huge on anticipation. The more nervous and jumpy he can get his target, the better

He'll start off light to catch his victim off guard before gradually getting worse and worse until they're begging for mercy

He loves using things on others that would fluster him because he knows how to make it the most flustering thing ever from sheer experience on the victim's end

He knows that his claws are absolutely lethal on ticklish spots, and he makes sure that whoever he's managed to capture knows too

Very teasy, but in a casual way. He won't baby talk you, but he will talk about how, "Oh dear, how are you ever going to get out of this?" or "Hmm, that was an interesting reaction - lets do that again," etc.

He's also very methodical - working through every technique on every spot to see what works best where

Loves to act like he's doing a broadcast while tickling someone just to see their faces turn red while he addresses an imaginary audience

His personal favorite targets are Charlie, Husk, and making semi-successful attempts at Lucifer. He also loves getting Rosie (who isn't super ticklish, but just enough to catch her off guard and get some giggles in certain spots) and used to like getting Vox when they were still friends

If he can sneak up on her, he'll randomly squeeze Vaggie's sides to see her jump and temporarily tickle the frown off her face

If Angel is sitting next to him and starts flirting too much, he will mercilessly start squeezing the spot above his knee and leave the taller sinner a flailing hysterical mess

The one time he tried to get Nifty, he learned the hard way that no, she's actually not ticklish and is merciless when provoked - he still fears her to this day

If Charlie starts clinging to him too much, he'll wriggle his fingers under her arms until she squeals and lets go to escape

Husk has always been a fun target for him because not only does it get him to lighten up for once, but his thrall simply has the most entertaining reactions

Alastor and Vox used to have legendary tickle fights (that Alastor would let Vox eventually win) because they both knew each other's worst spots, and had powers to help them wreck each other (Alastor with his shadows, and Vox's electricity)

Edit: I dont think this was my best work

It was no secret that Alastor wasn't the cleanest person. He turned his bedroom into a swamp to feel more at home, and often left blood stains from his meals on his suit, leaving it to rot and smell.

However, what many people didn't know, is that he also wasn't the best at keeping up with hygiene. Something that only Husk and Niffty knew about him was that he despised bathing. They didn't know why, they just knew that he did.

And they put up with it.. For as long as they could.

As Alastor sat at the bar, Husk found himself scrunching up his nose. To be polite, he made sure no one was listening first, then he turned to his boss, ears down. "Jesus, Al, when's the last time you bathed?" The radio host stared at Husk, trying to intimidate him, but for once, Husk wasn't budging. "I'm serious, Alastor. Not only does it reek, but I'm sure you don't feel good either. Right?"

This caught him off guard. He wasn't used to people other than Charlie showing him genuine concern. His smile remained as normal, but the folding of his ears seemed to give away how he was feeling. "I'll admit it has.. been a while."

Husk nodded and leaned against the counter. "Then maybe you should do something about it?" He asked, raising a brow. The other demon seemed to go quiet. Husk studied him, as if trying to read his mind. "Maybe... We can do something about it then? Niff and I?"

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Niffty appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hopping up onto the counter. "You know you can trust us, Alastor! I like cleaning!" She grinned.

"And you know I'm not going to judge or tell anyone." Husk said, looking him in the eye. Alastor thought it over for a moment. Niffty and Husk were two out of a small select group of people he genuinely trusted the most. "Fine." He shrugged, trying to make it appear as if there wasn't a growing sense of unease and anxiety sinking into his stomach.

Husk nodded. "Niffty, why don't you go ahead and go run the bath for Al. Use my room, I don't trust that he even has a tub in his." Niffty gave a quick salute then hopped down from the counter, running off.

Husk turned his attention back to Alastor, lowering his voice. "Is there a reason you don't like bathing, Al?" He asked, catching the demon off guard. "Why Husker, what makes you ask such a silly little-" "Don't think you can fool me, I saw the way you froze earlier. Al, you might own my soul, and you might scare the shit out of me sometimes, but I don't hate you," this surprised Alastor, "I'm only asking so I know how to go about this properly. If there's something about it that bothers you, I don't want to force you into it."

Alastor looked back at Husk for a solid minute, thinking it over. He stood suddenly and started to walk toward the hallway, where Husk's room was, signaling the other to follow, which he did. Once they were alone, Alastor finally spoke.

"What I'm about to tell you does not leave that silly little kitty mouth of yours, understood? If I find out that-" "You have my word, Alastor, you don't have to threaten it out of me." ".....Right. Well- Thank you.. Husk."

It wasn't often that Alastor used his actual name instead of 'Husker,' but when he did, the cat felt a sense of equality between them. No longer 'Owner of Soul and Servant,' but like they knew each other. All the more reason he decided to take this issue seriously, for Alastor.

"While I was alive, let's just say I've been through a lot. In my life, over many years, and many incidents, I acquired many scars. Reminders. Let's just say I do not enjoy them. I hated them, and hated looking at them. I assume that is why fate decided they would stick with me even in the afterlife." There was a moment of silence before Husk replied, "They make you feel vulnerable again. They remind you of those.. incidents.. Don't they?"

Alastor didn't verbally respond, but the glance he gave him confirmed to Husk that he may have been correct about this. Husk nodded. "You can trust us, Al."

As they stepped into Husk's room, they noticed just how much effort Niffty had put into this. She had drawn a bath, filled it with bubbles, already gotten a towel ready, and fresh new clothes for Alastor, folded neatly by the sink. As the Radio Host looked closer, he noticed some of the holes and tears had been mended.

"Wow, Niff, I'm impressed." Husk said, taking his hat off. Another sign that this wasn't between co-workers, but friends. His hair was slicked back as usual, though Alastor hadn't seen it like that since the day he won his soul.

When Husk looked back at Alastor, he noticed the look in his eye, his posture, everything. The look of 'I am trying very hard to be okay with this.'

Husk gave him a slight nod before turning to Niffty. "Why don't we give him some space real quick, alright?" He turned to Alastor. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the bathroom, we'll be right out here." As he walked past the deer demon, he lowered his voice again, "We won't leave you."

Alastor stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He did deep down truly appreciate how supportive Husk and Niffty were being, it did help him feel less.. anxious about everything. Though he also no longer felt like an overlord. He felt like a kid again. The constant reassurance, the sudden comfort and concern he was being shown.. It reminded him of his mother. It was hard to describe, but if he had to, he would have said he felt 'weak, but in a way that was okay with him.'

He got himself ready and sat himself in the bath, the heat of the water somehow immediately helping him relax more than he thought it would. He was grateful for the bubbles as well, not only did it cover him, but he wasn't able to see his scars that much.

There was a gentle knock, then Husk's voice. "Al?" Wanting to at least pretend he still had control, he replied, "Enter."

Husk opened the door and before he even got a full step in, Niffty darted in, grabbed Alastor's discarded clothes and then ran back out, fussing about the blood stains under her breath.

"... Alright, well while she goes and does whatever it is she's decided she's going to do, I'll get started, if that's okay with you." Husk said, shutting the door behind him. Alastor nodded. It did feel odd to him to have someone elss in the room, but he reminded himself that he could trust the bartender.

As Husk stepped closer, he did catch a glimpse of a couple scars, littered across his skin. He didn't mention them, instead grabbing a rag nearby that Niffty had left out. "I know you don't like being touched, so I'm warning you beforehand that I'm about to, so you don't kill me. Satan knows Niffty would fuss at you over the mess." He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Though Alastor didn't laugh, his grin did widen slightly, indicating that it had worked.

Husk dampened the cloth and got started, touching it to Alastor's back. As the radio demon jumped a little and suddenly gripped the sides of the tub, he paused, gave him time to calm back down, and continued. He knew he could have laughed at him, teased him for being such a powerful demon scared of something as small as a bath, but he didn't. He wouldn't. Because he understood. Sure, he was a feared overlord, rivaling with the King of Hell himself, but before that, he was a person.

A person that, surprisingly, he had come to understand and even care about. As Alastor suddenly jolted again, letting out a sudden ring of static, Husk thought it was due to him being anxious again, only to see his shoulders shaking a little bit.

At first, he worried that Alastor either was in pain or had started crying (a thought that really concerned him), but as he looked down, he noticed he had the rag placed on the back of his ribs, and that Alastor was arching away from the touch. Now this was something he could tease him about.

"Ticklish, kid?" He grinned, making a point to wiggle his fingers through the rag, making Alastor do the radio feedback noise again. "I-I'm oholder thahan you, you ahabsolute-" "Yeah but you died younger than I did, I'm more of an adult than you are."

Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Husk had already slipped the rag under his right arm, wiggling his claws through the thin fabric. The radio demon slammed his arm down, trying hard to keep it together. He shook with contained laughter, his grin wide and wobbly, ears pinned back. He was doing quite well until Husk suddenly skittered his claws along the back of his neck.

He scrunched his nose up and broke, giggling hysterically, reflexively kicking a leg out, causing a bit of water to splash over the side. "Hey," Husk playfully scolded, "Keep it together down there, you know Niffty is gonna chastise you about that later." "My floor!"

Husk and Alastor jumped, the latter accidentally letting out more mic feedback, as both startled at the sudden sound of Niffty. Neither had seen or heard her enter the bathroom. She huffed, hands on her hips. "You boys. Always giving me more work." She shook her head, hopping up on a stool left by the tub so she could reach Alastor.

"I swear she appears whenever her name is mentioned, did you do that when you got her soul?" Husk whispered. Alastor shook his head, his eyes showing he was just as freaked out as Husk was.

Niffty ignored them, filling a cup with water. "Ears," was all the warning she gave before she dumped it over the deer's head, giving him a split second to fold his ears back to protect them from the water. Husk had to bite back a chuckle as Alastor's hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He almost resembled a grumpy, wet dog. He reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes, looking slightly annoyed, but Husk knew he had all the patience in the world when it came to Niffty. She could get away with anything.

Even when she started to work in the shampoo, scritching behind his ears. Alastor visibly tensed up, his cheeks turning pink (something Husk had never seen him do). The cat grinned at him, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Your ears are ticklish too?" He chuckled.

As muffled, staticky snickers bubbled out of the overlord, Niffty just smiled. "Husk, dont tease him when you're worse." This shut him up quickly, Husk pinning his own ears back grumbling. Alastor would have laughed at him, had he not already been fighting it back so hard.

When Niffty started to gently scritch at the base of his ears, he started to crack more, giggling louder, yet it was clear he was trying to sit still for her. "Pff- Hmph.. M-Mhmhmhmhm- hahahaha nohoho!" His eyes flew open to glare at Husk, who had picked the rag up to start at the other side of his ribs now, under his left arm.

Alastor's ears were flicking from Niffty's tickling, as he gripped Husk's wrist, more just to have something to ground himself rather than to push him away.

Husk gently scrubbed lower down his side, earning higher giggles before Alastor gasped and flinched away. He hadn't been hurt, but Husk knew it more him trying to avoid getting hurt before it actually happened. The slash he had gotten from Adam was still healing. "Relax, Bucky, I'm not gonna hit it." Husk said.

"Don't call me Bu-hahahaha!" He had gotten cut off when Husk simply switched to his other side.

"Ears." Niffty warned before immediately pouring water over his head again. Alastor coughed a little before lifting his bangs again. "Careful, Niff, don't drown him." Husk chuckled, giving him a break to catch his breath.

As Niffty hopped down off the stool, Husk tossed the rag to Alastor for him to get his own legs, making a joke about how 'I know neither of us want me reaching down there.'

Husk took a seat on the stool as Niffty ran back in with a jar. "What's that?" Husk questioned. "Hoof polish!" She grinned. Alastor let a quiet growl escape his throat, though it was more out of embarrassment than anger, making the cat laugh a little. "As funny as that would be Niffty, I don't think we need it. I'm not pampering his spoiled ass more than I have to." She nodded and ran back out of the room.

"I couldn't help but notice," Husk started, "That you didn't try very hard to get away from the ticklin', especially around your ears." He smirked. Alastor just threw a soft glare his way and didnt confirm nor deny anything.

Once Alastor was done, Husk turned his head away and handed him a towel, before leaving the bathroom to leave him to it.

Alone once again, Alastor took a moment to take in just how much better he felt. Not only physically, but mentally. In the past, bathing would drain him of his energy, leaving him mentally exhausted. But this time he felt better than ever. He looked over at his newly mended suit, patched up by Niffty.

She didn't have to do that.. But she did. Because she looked up to Alastor and cared for him. And Husk didn't have to sit with him the entire time and help him. But he did. Because he saw him as a friend.

He got dressed and left the bathroom, meeting Husk again in his bedroom. Husk's ear flicked as he heard the door open, and he looked up at Alastor. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Alastor walked past him, quickly scritching behind the cat's ears as he passed, earning a loud snort as his hand was batted away. "Much." He smiled, and headed back out to the lobby.

“Are you okay, Angel?” Charlie asked as she patted his side. Said spider was currently curled up on himself, trying to get rid of any lingering ticklish sensations.

“F-Fucking… peachy Charlie.” The pornstar replied, waving one of his many hands. “You’re both evil.”

“C’mon, like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Vaggie teased, which made Angel’s face go slightly pink. “Otherwise you would have asked us to stop sooner.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.

“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Angel Dust asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ll give ya something to laugh about!”

Before Hell’s Princess could react, the spider’s hands were already upon her, his upper ones tickling her ribs, while his lower ones squeezed her sides. The reaction was immediate, Charlie letting the giggles flow out of her. She kind of expected this retaliation, but it was okay. That was the point of the exercise!

“W-Wahhahaait Ahahahahangel!”

“Wait for what? For ya to tickle me again? Fat chance!”

Charlie squealed, kicking her legs out as she did. It was obvious to see that the Princess of Hell was enjoying this little ‘exercise’, laughing her heart out and not even trying to push the spider away. Vaggie couldn’t help but chuckle in response. It was no secret that Charlie loved silly activities like this, given the many tickle fights the two had during their three years together.

“Don’t bully my girlfriend too much.” Vaggie warned, getting a bit closer to watch Charlie.

“Oh, I won’t.” Angel said, removing the arms on his left side from Charlie. “After all, there’s two people I need to get back.”

That was all the warning the bodyguard got as both Angel’s left hands started tickling her. She jolted from the touch, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Vaggie was the bodyguard of the hotel, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let anyone know (save for Charlie who already knew), that she was ticklish! But damn Angel and his extra hands! It was unfair!

“Didn’t think I could focus on two people at once~?” Angel asked, moving his hands toward Vaggie’s stomach. “Do you even know me?”

“Anahahahahangel yoohohoohhoh diihihihihck!” Vaggie cried out, causing the spider to gasp in mock shock.

“A dick? Now is that any way to talk to someone who’s making you and cha cha laugh~?” 

“Vahahahahahggihihihie beheheheh nihihihihice!”

“Sthahahahahay ohohohohout ohohohof thihihihis, Chahahaharlie!”

“Uh oh, the girls are fighting~”

It was completely unfair that Angel could tickle both of them at once! While the hands on his right side started moving to Charlie’s hips, the hands on his left went toward Vaggie’s ribs. The spider then decided to switch it up, using both his upper arms to slowly drag on the bodyguard’s ribs, while his lower ones drilled into the Princess’ hips.

The reactions he got were very promising.

“ANAHAHAHAHNGEL IIHIIHIHHIH’M GOHOOHOHHING TO FUUHUHUHCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOOHOHOHU!”

“WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT-” *bleat!*

“Oh my fucking God.” Angel’s face broke into a wide, evil grin. “You fucking bleated! Like a damn goat!”

“DOHOHOHOHON’T THEHEHHEEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”

“Hey, either of you ever heard the ‘itsy bitsy spider’ song~?”

"DOOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" Both girls pleaded.

"Man, you both make this too easy~"

—

“Well, Husker, I have to say that was quite entertaining!” Alastor mused as the bartender caught his breath. 

“May…Maybe for you, you sadistic asshole.” Husk said, glaring slightly at the Overlord, who simply shrugged.

“You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed yourself, Husker.” The Radio Demon teased, that smug grin never leaving his face.

“Well, I’m about to enjoy this a lot more.” The bartender said, still glaring at Alastor, but now with a malicious smile.

Before Alastor could react, Husk’s tail had wrapped around his ankle, dragging the taller demon over to him. The Overlord quickly realized what was about to happen, trying to free himself from the cat demon’s grasp.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Alastor warned, his normally terrifying smile twitching into a more nervous one.

“Big talk for someone who’s just as sensitive.” Husk teased, before poking at the deer’s sides.

The reaction was instant, Alastor freezing up before biting his lip. He really should have seen this coming, and perhaps he did. Afterall, if he truly hated it, he would have already teleported out of Husk’s hold, or mauled the bartender for even daring to try. Still, that didn’t mean he’d actually admit that, as he tried to shove Husk off him.

“R-Rehehehelease me at on-AHAHAHAHA!”

Husk’s hands made their way to Alastor’s hips, digging his claws into the sensitive area. The Radio Demon’s laughter poured out in earnest as he tried to grab Husk’s hands. The bartender simply kneaded his hands a bit harder into the deer’s hips, causing another scream of laughter.

“Damn, boss, no wonder you hate being touched.” Husk hummed “Imagine people finding out you’re this ticklish.”

“Huhuhuhusker! Dohohohohn’t tehehehease me!” Alastor exclaimed, kicking his legs a bit.

“What? You think I’m stupid enough to tease you?” Husk asked, greatly amused. “I’m just stating some facts, boss.”

Alastor attempted to protest, but he was cut off by the feeling of the feathered end of Husk’s tail tickling his stomach, making him shriek. He could feel it even through his shirt, the Radio Demon’s stomach was just that ticklish. Alastor mentally cursed Charlie for this ridiculous bonding idea, despite the fact he agreed to it.

Husk, meanwhile, hummed a bit as he poked and prodded at his boss’ hips, deciding to torment him there for a few more moments. Alastor then felt him stop, though the bartender’s tail was still tickling his stomach, before feeling Husk turn toward his legs. A screech of panicked radio static came from his throat.

“H-Huhuhuhusker wahahait! W-Whehehhe cahahaan tahahahalk about thihihihis!” Alastor attempted to plead as the bartender took off his shoes.

“Sure, you talk Boss.” Husk said, turning to give the Radio Demon a grin. “And I’ll tickle.”

The way Alastor howled as Husk slowly dragged his claws up and down the deer hooves was almost enough to make the bartender worry people would think he was killing the deer, until pleas of laughter burst forth, Alastor’s voice switching between radio static and his actual voice. It probably didn’t help matters that his tail was still tickling his boss’ stomach.

“You know, you can blame Rosie for me knowing this.” Husk told the Radio Demon, chuckling at his reactions.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOOHOHOHHING TOHOHOHOH EHEHEHEND HEHEHEHEER!”

“No you won’t.”

Alastor hated when Husk was right. He could never truly stay mad at the Cannibal Overlord for long, even if she had betrayed him and told both his ‘employees’ of his ticklish nature, and where to tickle to get him screaming. Despite it all, the deer could feel his tail wagging slightly under his coat, another reason he kept it hidden.

“Hey, you were giving me shit about my wings before, but your hooves are even worse off.” Husk mused, pressing into the pads. “Maybe I should tell Niffty about that~”

“IIHIHIHIH WOHOHOOHOHN’T HIHIHIIHIF YOOHOHOHOU WOOHOHOHN’T!” Alastor pleaded.

“Sure you won’t.” Husk chuckled. “You won’t directly tell her anything, but I know you, fucker. You’ll drop hints about it to her.”

“NOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHDEHEHEHEA WHAHAHAHAT YOOHOHOHU MEHEHEHEAN!”

“Maybe I should tell her to clean your ears too, make sure you can actually hear shit.”

“HUHUHUHUHUSKER!”

—

Once Angel Dust and Husk had decided their revenge was thoroughly gotten, they had let their victims go. All five of them then met up with each other on the way back to the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Charlie had their hands on each other’s hips, Angel and Husk were walking close together, while Alastor simply strode close by, using his microphone as a cane.

“I mean, I also need to get Niffty back for tickling me in the first place.” Angel said, chuckling at the idea.

“Tough shit, legs.” Husk began, slightly amused by Angel’s confused expression. “She ain’t ticklish.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m afraid it’s true, my arachnid companion.” Alastor butted in, twisting his head toward the spider’s direction. “Our darling little Niffty isn’t the slightest bit ticklish!”

“Dammit!” Angel huffed. “That’s just unfair! Someone small and dangerous like her shouldn’t have that much power!”

“Try telling that to him.” Husk said, nodding his head toward Alastor’s direction.

“I’m insulted you think it’s my fault she’s like this.” Alastor said, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“Remind me not to give her any excuse to try with us, then.” Vaggie said tiredly. “Also you want to talk about unfair? How about the fact you have four arms?!”

“Six.” Angel corrected, popping out his third set of arms, which waved to the bodyguard, before pulling them back into his body. “Be happy I didn’t decide to use them on you and cha cha.”

“Though, I assume for balance, all of your underarms are terribly ticklish?” Alastor asked, his grin spreading wider as Angel sputtered in response, the pornstar’s face turning pink.

Before Angel could come up with a good comeback, all of them heard the sounds of someone screaming. They ran toward the source, each ready to fight whatever or whoever was attacking someone, only to be surprised by the sight of Niffty, dusting off Sir Pentious like she had done to Angel earlier.

“Ssssoohohohohomeohhohone gehehehehet hehehher ohohohohff ohohohohf mehehehe!” The snake pleaded, trying his best to grab the agile maid.

“You’re dirty!” Niffty replied, moving the duster toward his hood.

“Miihihihihisss Boohohohohmb, pleheheheesssehehhe hehehelp!”

“Nah, you’re on your own, mate.” Cherri Bomb replied, the others having not noticed her due to Sir Pentious’ reaction. She noticed them though. “Angie! Ya bitch, care to explain why tiny here is on a cleanin’ crusade?”

“She’s always like that.” Angel told her.

“Bloody ace.” Cherri replied sarcastically. “Pen and I just got back and apparently the shelia’s offended by how ‘dirty’ we are.”

“NOOHOHHOOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sir Pentious squealed as Niffty got to his neck.

“Well, perhaps this is an opportunity.” Alastor said, grinning.

“For what?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, our newest residents haven’t joined in on our little ‘bonding’ exercise!” Alastor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be fair to let them miss out, after all!”

“Oohoho, you hear that, sugar tits?” Angel asked, wiggling his fingers at Cherri, who immediately reacted.

“Angie, I’m fuckin’ warnin’ ya!” She said, going on the defensive. “I’ll make sure ya bloody regret it!”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Especially since he won’t be the only one helping.” Vaggie said with a grin, immediately tackling the cyclops. “Consider this revenge for blowing up our wall last week.”

“You’re still whingin’ about that?!”

“It did take some time for us to fix it.” Alastor mused, though instead of heading over to Cherri, he instead made his way toward Sir Pentious. “Niffty darling, may Husker and I be of assistance?”

“Of course, Alastor!” niffty said excitedly, ceasing her ticklish onslaught temporarily.

Sir Pentious caught his breath. “T-thank you, misssster Radio Demon ssssssssir.”

“Oh ho, don’t thank me yet.” Alastor said with a teasing tone. “Consider this revenge for ruining my coat, and for trying to spy on us for the Vees.”

“He did what?!” Husk exclaimed.

“Oops, did no one tell you~?” Alastor asked.

“Now guys, we aren’t doing this to be mean.” Charlie tried to plead, but she couldn’t deny her own mischievous grin growing on her face. “Even if it is a kind way to punish them.”

“Oooh, Princess has a dark side~?” Cherri asked. “Kink- whahahaait!”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Vaggie growled as she dug her hands into the cyclops’ armpits. “Only I get to talk to her like that~”

“Wow, you struck a nerve, Cherri.” Angel said with a chuckle, coming over and grabbing Cherri’s arms to pull them up and out of Vaggie’s way. “After you, vagina.”

“Getting you back for that later.” Vaggie threatened.

“Ahahahahanghiihihihe yohohohoohu cuhuhuhuhunt!”

Charlie gasped. “We don’t use that kind of language in the hotel!” She tsked, coming over to help her girlfriend and first patron. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle it out of you~!”

“Charlie, we swear all the fucking time.” Angel deadpanned.

“Well, not that word!”

“Now, Niffty.” Alastor asked as he held Sir Pentious. “Where haven’t you tried yet~?”

“M-Misssster Radio Demon, pleassssse reconssssid-”

“I haven’t touched his tail yet.” Niffty answered.

“Wonder if this would work.” Husk hummed, using the feathered end of his tail to stroke Sir Pentious’ own.

The results were much better than expected.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Goodness me, quite a weakness!” Alastor teased. “Imagine your idols finding out about this~”

“Come on Boss, don’t be too much of an asshole.” Husk said jokingly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Husker!”

“Not going to call you a liar, only because I don’t even know if you sleep.”

“Your concern is duly noted.”