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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.

Suitcase spoke to Baseball energetically, ignoring the fact Nickel was leaning on the other side of Baseball and probably eavesdropping.

Baseball and Suitcase had been talking to eachother about whatever came to mind to cure their boredom all day. Suitcase had wanted to talk to Balloon a little but they couldn't find him, so they had assumed he went outside to find inspiration for poems.

"Anything interesting happen recently?" Suitcase asked the ball. Baseball looked down at her before looking back up at the ceiling as he thought. "Not really..." Baseball said.

"Paintbrush almost caused a wildfire on the island a few days ago." Nickel popped in, readjusting his position to get more comfortable as he used Baseball liked a pillow. Suitcases smile dropped when Nickel decided to jump into their conversation.

"Oh, I didn't hear about that." Baseball said. "Me neither." Suitcase mumbled, trying not to sound annoyed, but her voice definitely dropped a little bit. Nickel didn't say anything after.

Suitcase didn't really feel all to good with Nickel here. They hadn't been the... "closest of allies" after season 2 ended, but they had found themselves having to have uncomfortable short conversations at times. Nickel always seemed a little off-put, and Suitcase just didn't wanna be around him that much. Baseball still seemed perfectly fine with Nickel.

"..Nickel?" Baseball spoke. Nickel opened his eyes, not saying anything and looking up at Baseball. "Uh- you've been acting more.. 'snarky' than usual." Baseball said.

Nickels eyes widened slightly, but he didn't seem panicked. "It's nothing. People in this hotel get on my nerves sometimes, that's all." Nickel huffed. Suitcase sighed. "I'm sure they do." She mumbled, not necessarily with attitude, but Nickel took it as such. "I wasn't even talking to you." Nickel growled. Baseball remembered when Nickel used to act like this during season two. He really didn't like remembering it. "Woah, calm down!" Baseball spoke between them. "You don't need to argue. Suitcase wasn't being mean." Baseball defended. "Oh, I wasn't trying to insult him. Sorry if I came off that way..?" Suitcase apologized.

Nickel huffed and leaned against Baseball again, looking away from Suitcase.

Baseball looked a little concerned and guilty. Suitcase put a foot on his knee as a silent comfort. Baseball smiled at her.

Nickel then noticed their little happy moment. Would it be out of character for him to ruin it for Baseballs attention?

But how would he?

Nickel blew a sudden raspberry on Baseballs side, making him yelp and jump away. Nickel laughed after. Baseball giggled and pulled his legs close. Suitcase looked a little shocked, but gave Baseball a soft smile. "Hehe, Nickel! What was that for?" Baseball playfully pretended to be angry. Suitcase tittered at Baseballs tone. "Do I have to have a reason? I was bored." Nickel rolled his eyes.

Suitcase nudged Baseballs side, making him squeak. "Aw, you're ticklish!" Suitcase exclaimed, nudging his side to get more squirms and squeaks out of him. Baseball giggled and gently pushed Suitcase away. "Alright, alright!" He tittered. Nickel chuckled and sat back down.

Baseball gave suitcase a mischievous look before turning back to Nickel. "Y'know, Nickel," Baseball got up and walked towards the coin. Nickel became weary, gently scooting away. Baseball smirked. Suitcase got the idea of what was about to happen, so she stood up and watched from the sidelines. If it did work, then it'll sure be entertaining for her.

"It's only fair I get revenge!" Baseball continued. Nickel slowly stood off the seat, backing away with a tiny competitive grin. "If you can catch me!" Nickel exclaimed before he began running around the room. Baseball stood in shock for a moment before chasing after the coin. Suitcase giggled and stood out of the way.

It was clear Nickel was quicker than Baseball and could fit through smaller spaces, and Baseball wasn't gonna catch him at this rate. Suitcase chuckled.

Nickel slipped past Baseball and began running into a corner Suitcase was near. "Get him!" Baseball exclaimed. Suitcases eyes widened. Was he wanting her to get involved!?

It felt like she lost control of her legs when she ran in front of Nickel, gently headbutting him. Nickel fell on his back and quickly tried to stand, but Suitcase acted quickly. She got on top of him and pinned him down flat. It was rather easy since he was just a coin. Suitcase sat on his hips and kept him on the ground. Nickel pulled his legs up to defend himself, but they just weakly hit her back.

Nickel looked rather shocked and surprised that they had caught him. He sat in silence, not expecting to end up losing the chase.

Baseball ran up from behind and looked down at Nickel. "Hehe," Baseball wore a soft smile, sitting down. Nickel could see both Suitcase and Baseball looking down at him, unable to escape as Suitcase pinned him.

"...Jerks." Nickel huffed. Baseball chuckled. Suitcase tilted her head. "You blew the raspberry on Baseball!" She playfully exclaimed. "I didn't chase him around before pinning him!" Nickel grunted, but he clearly was playing around as Suitcase was.

Baseball smiled fondly at the two. It was a thoroughly playful moment between the two, something he hadn't saw in ages... had he ever saw one?

As the two continued "bickering", Baseball leaned over before blowing a light raspberry on Nickel. Neither Nickel or Suitcase expected it, so it scared them both. Nickel screamed at the sudden sensations before falling into muffled giggles, biting his tongue and keeping his mouth shut out of embarrassment. Baseball pulled away and smirked. "Sensitive?" He asked. Nickel gave Baseball an angered look, but it wasn't all that convincing. Baseball thought it was because Suitcase was here.

"I didn't think Nickel was ticklish, honestly." Suitcase admitted. Nickel huffed and tried to pull himself out from under Suitcase. "Alright, that's enough. Up! Now!" Nickel demanded. Suitcase tilted her head. "I mean.. remember how bad you treated me in season two? I think a little revenge is owed." She said, nodding at her own words. Baseball immediately understood, grinning at the Nickel.

"No! That's stupid!" Nickel growled, still trying to pull away. Suitcase stopped him by blowing a raspberry at the center of Nickels stomach. "EEP-" Nickel squealed before muffling it, kicking his legs uncontrollably.

Suitcase stopped and smiled. "Wow! Yea, he is sensitive, Baseball!" She teased. Nickel gave Suitcase an angry expression. "You better stop that!" He growled.

Instead of stopping, Suitcase leaned down and gently Nibbled the ridges of Nickels sides. Nickel sharply gasped, kicking harder than before and holding his breath so he wouldn't laugh. Baseball giggled and moved to Nickels other side, mimicking Suitcase.

Nickel made some weird choked noises, squeaking more and more. He squirmed and kicked uncontrollably, trying hard to keep quiet.

"...ehehe-noho..suhuhuitcahahse...quhuit ihihit.." he said, trying to muffle his laughter. It was clear that his ridges were probably a terrible spot if focused on, and, God, that's all that Baseball and Suitcase were nibbling.

"...hehe- no..I-I cahan't take ihit! Stop!" Nickel kicked harder before pulling his legs up, hitting Suitcase in the back with his knees.

"ACK-" Suitcase stopped nibbling, sitting up straight, Baseball stopped as well. "Suitcase!" He exclaimed in concern. "Are you okay??"

Suitcase groaned. "Uh, yea.." She nodded. "Just hurts a little bit." She said.

Nickel was catching his breath, scowling at the two. "Serves you right..." He grumbled.

Baseball and Suitcase gave him unimpressed expressions before Suitcase looked at Baseball with a smirk. Baseball caught on, leaning down and nudging Nickels side. Nickel squeaked and began squirming. Before he knew it, both Suitcase and Baseball breathed in and blew raspberries on both of his sides as exaggerated as they could.

"WAHA-WAHAHAHIT!" Nickel tried to muffle what noises he made, but many still escaped. "EHEH- GOHOHOHAHAHHAD- STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIS IS UNBEHEHAHAHARABLE!" Nickel began kicking again, and that's when Suitcase and Baseball stopped.

Nickel had tears pricking at his eyes, him breathing hard with a shakey smile.

Suitcase got off of Nickel, and he quickly sat up and pulled his legs close to himself. Baseball chuckled. "We need to do that again soon!" Baseball exclaimed. Nickel shook his head. "No..No, we don't." Suitcase giggled.

This one ended weirdly im sorru💔💔

If you suffered through this story, ima give u an image that I was gonna add on the top but changed my mind

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Knife was on Inanimate Island, sitting out on the dock that overlooked the island’s lake. He had been there for a while, contemplating the events of the competition thus far.

As he watched the sun begin to set, Knife figured it was about time he headed elsewhere. He rose to his feet and began to turn around, ready to exit the dock, when he heard a loud creaking sound beneath him.

In an instant, the wooden planks gave way under Knife, and he found himself falling. He shut his eyes and braced in anticipation of plunging into the water below, but felt his body stop in space after only a moment.

Opening his eyes, Knife saw that he had indeed fallen into the newly-opened hole in the dock, but that he had only made it partially through before becoming stuck. He was now essentially hovering above the water, half of his torso suspended above the level of the dock, and the other half below it.

Knife grumbled. Planting his palms down firmly on the surrounding planks, he attempted to push himself up and out, but found that he was firmly wedged into the tight space.

Balling his fists, Knife took a swing at the wood, followed by another, and another. He kicked at the material from below. Despite his efforts, however, the planks remained intact.

“Rah!” Knife yelled out at no one in particular, feeling his anger start to build.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind the object, stopping just a few paces away.

“Knife?”

Knife recognized the voice right away as that of Suitcase, one of his teammates.

The footsteps resumed as Suitcase made her way over to Knife’s front, turning to face him.

“Knife, are you okay?” She questioned, concern evident in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He responded gruffly. “This stupid dock just collapsed under me and now I seem to be stuck.”

Suitcase surveyed the scene before moving closer to Knife, tilting forward and gesturing her handle in his direction.

“Here, grab on.”

Knife obliged, using both of his hands to firmly grasp Suitcase’s handle. Suitcase then walked backwards, attempting to pull Knife out as he clung to her, but he wouldn’t budge. Knife then let go of her handle, with Suitcase falling onto her back.

“It’s no use.” Knife said as Suitcase stood back up. “Think you could go get someone else to come help? Maybe someone with arms.”

“I think the others are busy.” Suitcase shook her head clear. “Hold on, I have an idea.”

Suitcase walked around to the other side of Knife, who crossed his arms in a huff. Sitting behind him, Suitcase slid her feet under Knife’s arms. Knife appeared to wince at the sudden contact, with Suitcase drawing back immediately.

“Oh, sorry Knife! Did that hurt you?”

Knife was glad Suitcase couldn’t see the ever-so-slight blush now present on his face.

“What? No! Of course not.”

“Then, why did you react like that?”

“Not important! Just- help me out of here!”

Suitcase tentatively hooked her feet under Knife’s arms once more, unaware of the internal battle to stifle his reactions he was now facing. She attempted to lift Knife up, but he still wouldn’t move. She tried lifting him again, using more force, but still nothing.

After a few more attempts, Knife began lightly pushing at Suitcase’s legs in an effort to shoo her off. “It’s not working. Just- just stop that.”

Suitcase pulled away once more, standing up and returning to Knife’s front. As she approached him, however, Suitcase caught a glimpse of a smile that Knife quickly forced into a frown.

She smirked as the pieces clicked together in her mind. “Oh, I get it. You’re just a bit sensitive, aren’t you?”

Knife just grumbled and put his head in his hands.

Suitcase giggled, any hint of malice dissipating immediately.

“Well, if we can’t pull you up, why don’t we try pushing you all the way through instead?”

Knife uncovered his face. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Suitcase moved in close once more, this time gently placing a foot at the top of Knife’s torso, where his handle came into contact with his blade. She then started to push down against the surface.

Knife shut his eyes and bit down on his lip, a smile having returned to his face.

“Snrk-!”

Suitcase smiled fondly at the scene. She sat down, her other foot joining in the effort to push Knife through the gap.

Knife was no longer able to contain himself. Chuckles began sounding from him as he grabbed onto Suitcase’s legs, not making any attempt to move them away.

“Yohou’re dohoing thahat on puhurpose!”

“I'm reheally not.” Suitcase laughed in return. She pushed down slightly harder as Knife still wouldn’t budge.

“Nohoho!” He laughed, squirming around as much as his current predicament allowed.

Suitcase just giggled. She continued for about another minute before Knife spoke up.

“Ohokay, stohohop! Thihis ihisn’t wohorking!”

Suitcase halted her movements and pulled away from Knife, standing up. Knife regained his breath as she spoke.

“I have one more idea on how we can get you out of there.”

Knife shot her a look.

“It won’t tickle, I promise.”

His gaze softened. “Fine. What is it?”

Suitcase offered up her handle once more. “I’m going to pull you again, but while I do so, try wriggling yourself around.”

Knife gave an affirmative nod, grabbing onto her handle. Suitcase moved back, and Knife twisted himself around in every direction he could. After a moment, Knife felt himself be slightly lifted from the space. He and Suitcase shared a look before continuing the action.

Eventually, Knife was pulled completely from the gap, falling face-first onto the dock as he let go of Suitcase’s handle.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Suit-” He paused. Nothing but an empty length of dock stood before him. “... Suitcase?”

Suddenly, he felt someone plant a raspberry from on the spot where his handle met his blade from behind.

“HAh-!” Knife lurched forward, covering the area with his hands. He quickly spun around to see a giggling Suitcase.

“Sohorry, I cohouldn’t help myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Knife said, standing up. “You have about 15 seconds before I give you something to really laugh about.”

Suitcase’s expression quickly switched to one of fear. She took a few steps back before turning and bolting in the other direction.

Knife looked down at the hole in the dock, then back up at the now-fleeing Suitcase. He chuckled to himself before chasing after her.

He could tell MePhone about the dock later. There were more important matters to attend to, first.