#motfic

||AN: THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC PLEASE DONT TREAT IT AS SUCH!!! i was close to scrapping this but I FINISHED IT!! I KEPT MY PROMISE!! I HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT!!||

“HAHAHA, ARE YOU KIDDING!? I HATE THIS STUPID JO-O-O-O-O—“

Noli yelled in his static voice as a fist as strong as metal slammed into his face. Guest leading Two Time away after delivering said punch as he lead them inside Yorick’s house out of sight

“I thank you for your service.” Two Time praised with a nod, stabbing the ground multiple times to create their ritual circle for respawning. “The Spawn has good fortune awaiting you soon.”

“Uh.. don’t mention it.” Guest replied awkwardly with a small nod.. He had never made an attempt to really interact with Two Time outside of rounds, mainly cause they themselves made no effort to really talk with anyone.. However, the longer he watched them, the way they struggled a little with imbedding the blade into the ground, the way they looked at it with eyes that told a story they ached to forget.. it really did remind him that that was exactly what they were. A kid… not legally, but in his eyes.

His instincts flared back up as he heard the familiar music of the killer come into earshot. “Stay on guard.” He mumbled to Two Time, who nodded as they peeked out the door to try to spot Noli before he spotted them.

“..I believe the attacker has—“ Guest practically snatched Two Time away from the door as Noli’s clone suddenly appeared in front of it. Guest holding his breath as he held Two Time close to his chest, the sound of the clone’s glitched out taunting sending both fear and anger spiraling throughout his body. Finally, he was allowed a sigh of relief when the clone didn’t detect them and vanished… it being only now that he realized he had grabbed them around the waist, something he preferred not to do.

Just as he was about to remove his hands and mutter an apology, he noticed that Two Time’s face held a smile.. one shakier than they’d normally wear.

..It didn’t take him long at all to realize what was really happening. For Roblox’s sake, he was a father! How could he not realize?

“..Are you ticklish, Two Time?” He asked softly, his voice lacking accusation or teasing. The cultist lacking a response.. until they nodded slowly.

“..Okay.” He mumbled with a weak, reassuring smile. “I’ll avoid that then.”

The round came to an end, all the survivors being teleported back to the lobby and going about their business as usual. Two Time, on the other hand, acted.. rather different. Instead of attempting to talk with Dusekkar again about aiding his abilities to the spawn or praying in the corner, they sat on the couch and rested their head on the arm, thinking hard—too hard about the interaction with Guest…. They had nearly forgotten tickling as a concept, lacking any contact for so long that.. things like that just slipped the mind to make more room for the spawn…

..They didn’t like when this happened. When they experienced things that they had forgotten about, and were forced to think about how much they longed for it.

It wasn’t until they saw Guest pass the room with a look of concern plastered on his face that they swallowed their thoughts and sat back up.

“Your assistance last round was crucial to our success. The Spawn will forever hold you high in its image” They spoke, Guest nodding slowly with an unsure expression as he slowly sat down next to them with a grunt. “..Yeah, Thanks..” He mumbled, looking down at Two Time, his expression not faltering despite their calm one

“..If someone ever does something that upsets you, you should tell that person that. You know that, right?”

“..Yes, I am aware?” Two Time responded with a slight squint of the eyes, their usual tone wavering a little in confusion. “..And you should tell me if I were ever to do something to upset you.” He stated, avoiding bluntness but revealing his reason for his concern. Reading people had always been a cakewalk for Guest, and it didn’t take a full scale investigation for him to determine that Two Time’s gestures hinted towards something bad going on in their mind..

“No no, wait- you didn’t do anything to upset me, I promise—“ They quickly stammered with widened eyes, their tone bleeding out of their normal formal sounding one. Which, although it relieved Guest of his concern, opened a new one up.

“Okay, okay.. thank you for letting me know.” He quickly assured them, holding a hand up. “But.. and you don’t have to answer me. Is there anything else that might be..”

“..upsetting you?”

Two Time averted his gaze, instead focusing it forward with pursed lips. “..Yes.” They eventually mumbled with a small nod. “..But not anything I’d want to converse about.” And to their surprise.. Guest simply nodded “..Alright, that’s fine. Well.. just hang in there, alright? I’ll be here if you need help.”

He was about to sit up to head elsewhere whilst waiting for the next round, however was stopped by a hand grabbing his arm. Turning around to see Two Time with a new expression.. nervousness?

“..What happened earlier, with the.. the, uhm..” They tapped their finger nervously. “..T-word..?”

“..Tickle?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes! Yes, uhm.. you see, it’s not..” For the love of the Spawn, why couldn’t they get this out!? They could participate in murderous rituals and yet couldn’t ask for a simple request.. “..I don’t.. view it that..”

“..Canyoutickleme—?” They forced out with a wince, Guest’s eyes widening. He knew how vulnerable they were being with them, and he undoubtedly was going to do it.. but he couldn’t resist having just a *little* bit of fun.

“..Could you say that again? I didn’t catch it.” he asked as he pointed to his ear, panic rising in Two Time a little as they bounced their knee nervously.

“..canyoutickleme?-“ They repeated, somehow even quieter this time. Guest stifling a smile as he took a seat next to them. “I don’t have super hearing, kid. You gotta speak up.” He encouraged, a small smile bleeding onto his features. A direct contrast to Two Time, who looked like they were about to combust. Finally being able to blurt out,

“Can you tickle me?”

Guest couldn’t contain the big smile that spread across his face. “Yes, I can tickle you.” He chuckled, pulling them a little close as he let his fingers gently skitter along their side. And, as he had hoped, it didn’t take long for the cultist to start filling with giggles that shook their shoulders and made them place their hand on Guest’s.

“There you go.. Now let’s work on getting all these giggles out, alright?” Guest’s fingers worked their way to Two Time’s belly, opening a new hole for giggles to spill from them as they leaned back on the couch, Guest’s fingers only following. “Ihit- it tihickles-!” They chirped through giggles, earning a fond smile a place on Guest’s face.

“Really? Anything else you wanna let me know?” He asked, his smile evident into his tone. “I-Ihi dohon’t knohow!” Two Time whined back, hands darting up to hide their face as Guest laughed softly and gently tugged at their hands. “C’mon, don’t hide that smile from me..” He cooed, his fingers switching to slow traces that brought color to Two Time’s pale face.

“Do you wanna keep going?” Guest asked as a quick checkup, fondness with a mix of concern painting his face. However, fondness soon took over it all at Two Time’s nod. “Plehease..” They giggled, their head falling on Guest’s shoulder who adjusted them to be comfortable.

“..As embarrassing as it is to admit it, despite being in the army.. I forgot how many ribs are in the human body.” Guest mentioned casually, however Two Time’s eyes grew large within a matter of moments. They recognized those words.. those exact words in Azure’s voice… And it wasn’t long until their face was beet red and their mouth was moving rapidly with stammered out propositions that made Guest laugh.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind helping me remember, would you?” And with that his fingers found their way to their ribs, wasting no time beginning to pinch at each one as Guest counted up. Almost in unison, Two Time LOST IT. All the pent up giggles that shook inside them bursted out in loud, belly laughter that defied their character, legs kicking and hands desperate to latch onto Guest’s to escape from the tickly sensations.

“Eight, nine, ten, eleven.. and twelve!” Guest chimed as he finished off, leaving Two Time a mess. “Now then.. I should count the other side, right?”

“THERES TWENTY FOUR!! I-ITS THE SAME ON BOTH SIDES!!” Two Time practically shrieked, earning a wheeze out of Guest as he squeezed their shoulder. “Ihim joking, I’m joking! No need to freak out..” He reassured the cultist, whose previous blush only returned stronger at the realization of their pointless exclamation… But despite it, a smile crossed their face looking at Guest—a genuine one.

“..I’m not sure how I’ll ever be able to repay you for this..-“ They admitted, Guest smiling more as he ruffled their hair. “You don’t have to, kid. If you ever need a pick-me-up, don’t ever feel afraid to come to me. Understand?”

They nodded, smile still staining their features as they rested their head on his shoulder.

“..You could.. cough uhm.. count the other side if you want..” They mumbled casually, a bright smile spreading on Guest’s face as he pulled them Into his lap.

“I hoped you would say that.”

“I’m.. sorry, for everything.”

“Don’t apologize, John. None of this is your fault, and you know it.”

The couple walked through the field of withering flowers and rustling grass, Jane Doe holding her husband’s dark corrupted hand just as tight as she did all those years ago.

“I’m just.. happy that I get to see you again, even if you aren’t the man you used to be.” She spoke softly, looking up at him. Tilting her hat up a little to get a better look at him; all of him.

John Doe’s eyes saddened, looking down away from her gaze. “..I’m barely a *man* anymore. All that remains is just..” He looked down at the corrupted spike which took the place of his arm, his expression hardening with frustration.

“..Regret.”

“John.” Jane stopped in her tracks, bringing her husband with her. Grabbing his chin and forcing him to look her in the eyes, letting her hand move to cup his cheek after. “Truth be told.. It doesn’t matter if you came back a hideous monster. It doesn’t matter if you came back a scrambled blob of human organs, or an incomprehensible eldritch horror, or even a damn *worm*.”

“No matter how you come back to me, in any shape or form.. I will always be waiting with open arms, my love.”

She spoke softly, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. The feeling of his arms around her the same as it was all those years ago, even with those sharp edges attached.

The smile on John’s face was beginning to hurt, yet it could barely visualize the sheer amount of love he has for this woman. His arms wrapping back around her as if it was second nature, as if she was made to be in them…

..And even if he remembered every single little detail about his wife, he seemed to forget one little thing.. which was that he should NEVER leave himself out in the open around her.

Poor John couldn’t see the smile which spread on Jane’s face, but he could definitely feel her fingers begin to gently scribble up his sides. The black hatted woman chuckling softly seeing how fast her oh-so-scary killer husband was reduced to a giggling pile in her arms.

“Ihi haven’t even started yet, hun..” *She giggled out, dragging her fingers up his sides and ribs before settling back on his sides to squeeze. The sound of his dark distorted giggling next to her ear melting her heart..

“L-lohohove, plehease..” He squeaked, however he truly was all bark no bite with how his arms stayed wrapped around her. Could it be because he was a little intimidated by his wife? Perhaps… or perhaps, he wasn’t in such a dire situation after all.

Jane decided to let her hand slip to his back, gently poking an exposed vertebrae on his spine. Her eyes widening when the simple action earned a squeal from John.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you, love-?” She pulled away from the hug and looked up at him with worried eyes. However instead of being met with a pained or angry expression.. all she saw was a giggly flushed grin on his face.

“N-nononoho, ihit just.. tickles a lot..” He scratched the back of his neck nervously with a grin, her concern faltering.. and instead shifting to an evil expression.

“..Oh, *really*?”

“..Actually forget what I sahaHAAID-!!”

An embarrassing shriek escaped John as Jane slid a finger up his spine, smiling at the satisfying reaction. The pink haired lady continuing to drag a finger over his spine and gently poke at each vertebrae, following her husband to the floor like a hawk when he decided now would be a good time to let his knees loose.

“JAHAHANE!-“ John cackled, producing a snort in his laughter and hiding his face.

“Ahahawww.. I missed your silly noises.” She chuckled, squeezing his sides repeatedly and watching him flail on the floor like a fish out of water. However, he was still able to keep his spiked arm locked on the ground to avoid hurting her…

Eventually after a few more moments of fun, Jane let up and gave John a moment to breathe. Gently rubbing his side with a smile on her face, the sound of his giggly breaths reminding her why she adored this man so much…

“Ihi love you so much..” She giggled, hugging him tightly. The big smile returning to John’s face when he responded by immediately hugging her back just as tight, moving her hat to kiss her forehead and cheek.

All the survivors found themselves staring at that ‘The Killer Wins’ text.. again. For the third time in a row. Some of them walked away in frustration, others stood there in solemn and guilt.. while one was determined to find someone who could help.

Noob was tired of having to stand by and watch all their friends die to killers again and again, only able to save themself in the end while the others risked their lives for them.. But today, that would end. They were gonna learn how to fight back, how to protect their friends and be strong. And.. they knew exactly who to ask.

“So.. you want me to teach you how to fight?” The soldier that Noob stood before asked with a slight cock of the head, the younger nodding in determination. “I wanna help you guys in fighting back against those killers, against whatever brought us here. I don’t wanna just stand around and do nothing-“

“Woah, woah, hold on kid.” Guest held up a gentle hand to interrupt Noob, his expression holding a hint of concern. “Who ever said that you were useless? You’re a great addition to the team, buddy.”

Noob gave an uncertain look. “But, I can’t even do anything to help you guys.. I can’t shoot the killer like Chance can, I can’t set up traps like Taph can, I can’t heal you guys with pizza like Elliot can..”

“..I can’t punch like you can..”

Guest’s frown deepened hearing Noob’s rant, his heart breaking seeing the poor kid beat himself up over something so minute. Obviously he couldn’t say no, but he also needed them to see what they could accomplish on their own..

..He had an idea.

“..Y’know what, sure. I’ll teach you how to fight.” Guest smiled with a nod, crossing his arms. Noob having to fight the giant grin which almost spread across their face. Quickly following Guest outside the cabin like a duckling.

“Well first of all, we can’t get straight into punching people,” Guest explained, his hands on his hips. “first we have to go over the basics of fighting. Stand right here for me.”

He pointed next to him, watching as Noob was quick to scurry over and stand tall.

“The number one thing all soldier of the Robloxian army must know are two things—their greatest strength, and their greatest weakness.” Guest explained whilst circling around Noob. Which by the way, no one in the Robloxian army knew that. It was just another step to his plan.

“Me, for example; my biggest strength—“ He suddenly punched a wooden crate right next to him, the force of the punch breaking it into pieces. “is my quick instincts, my reaction time. While my biggest weakness is.. landing a block.” He mumbled, Noob having to hold back a giggle before going back to serious when Guest turned back to them.

“Now it’s your turn. What is your biggest strength, Noob?”

“..I-I- ..don’t know..” They mumbled, looking down shamefully. Despite it though, Guest wasn’t at all mad.

“Well, that’s why you’re here. How about we try something?” He walked over behind them. “Your first test is gonna be being put in what we call a ‘fight or flight situation’. Your goal is to get out of it by either fighting me, or getting away from me. Got it?”

Although Noob was.. admittedly nervous, they hardened their expression and nodded, taking a deep breath and holding it to prepare..

..and prepare

….aand prepa- what was going on??

Even after a good second nothing happened, Noob opening one eye in confusion.

“..Uhmm.. is this the tehEHEAST-!”

They almost immediately erupted into laughter upon feeling fingers scribbling over their sides and belly, a big grin being quick to cover their face as they squirmed and grabbed at Guest’s wrists. Everytime they pushed off one hand it immediately started attacking another spot, they couldn’t keep up..

“GUHEheHEST!! WHAhAT AREYOUDOING!?!-“

“What do you mean what am I doing? This is the test!” Guest was grateful he chose to stick behind Noob, otherwise they would’ve seen the stupid smile plastered on his face. “You have to fight me or flee, Noob! Come on!”

“IhI CAHANT!” They cried, a squeal piercing the air when one of Guest’s hands scurried up to the kid’s ribs. How in roblox were they supposed to fight or flight!? They couldn’t even think straight!

“Yes you can, you got this!” Guest cheered, watching with a glint of fatherly affection in his eyes as Noob was reduced to a giggly mess in his arms. It was clear they weren’t gonna be able to get out anytime soon, so perhaps.. they just needed a little push.

Guest decided to sneak his hand lingering on Noob’s ribs into their armpit, scribbling furiously. The sudden action earned a snort followed by a shrill squeal from Noob, and an extra gift.. an elbow right to the face.

Noob stumbled out of Guest’s grasp hugging themself, taking giggly breaths and looking up at the soldier expecting a face looking back at them.. however instead saw him hunched over in pain.

“Oh, crap-! I’m SO sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you a-are you okay!?” They stammered, Guest holding up a hand and shaking his head. Standing back up straight with a bloody nose and grin.

“Wohow.. for being the teacher here, you’ve really gave me a lesson.” He chuckled, wiping the blood off with his thumb. A warm expression the only thing that met Noob’s worried one; no anger, no disappointment.. just pure pride and affection.

“And guess what? You did that without any help from me. No lessons, no long talks.. that was all you.” He put a hand on their shoulder. The entire situation finally dawning on Noob; they were able to land a strike on a ROBLOXIAN SOLDIER and give him a NOSEBLEED.. maybe they had more potential than they thought. The mere thought of it brought a smile to their face.

“You don’t need fancy guns or ritual knives or any of that extra stuff to protect others, all you need is what you have in here.” He pointed to their heart. “And that right there, is your ultimate strength.”

“..Can we do it again?”