#mwehehehe

Less blurry version, zoom ins, and progress stuff

"Okay, let's see, Red. Two of our crewmates are now terrified of physical contact, and the only thing you're doing is playing games?"

"For your information, I was winning."

Purple glanced at the screen; a big "YOU LOST" was displayed. They didn't even get annoyed; they simply asked them to try to find a solution, warning that otherwise, they'd tell Orange to say something to MIRA.

Red turned off their screen and stepped closer, placing a hand on their shoulder and laughing.

"Oh, Purps, always such a riot. We'll figure it out together. Besides, Yellow hasn't left Brown's side, and White is with Blue, relax, it's not biggie!"

"Yeah, whatever. I’d really appreciate it if the cameras were working, but SOMEONE isn't doing anything about it", they grumbled, brushing their hand off and walking away.

Once in Security, they started monitoring the feeds; nothing seemed out of the casual. They kept watching closely until a shout from behind them made they jump.

"WHAT THE HELL, LIME?!"

"Damn, I got mixed up again! Where's MedBay? I found something Blue needs to see."

"Huh? Explain yourself..."

Lime pulled out a vial containing a pink liquid, explaining that there was a lot of it in the vents; they didn't know exactly what it was, so they were taking it to be analyzed.

Purple took the vial and examined it, then grabbed the ship's map and asked Lime to point out exactly where they had found the liquid.

"They were in the storage room...? Right where the ore is? And you didn't happen to see anything?"

"It's hard to see anything down there. By the way, since we're looking at the map, could you help me get to MedBay?", Purple agreed.

Once free, they grabbed a flashlight and a broom handle; if there really was something in the storage room, they weren't just going to stand idly by.

There didn't seem to be anything there, Cyan and Black likely would have said something about it, but nothing; everything was sealed tight. They kept walking until they spotted some of that strange liquid trailing off behind a container.

"(Okay, whatever is there must be dangerous. I'll sneak up on it, land a hit if I can, and go tell the others...)", gripping the stick tighter, they slowly approached.

Once behind the dumpster, they swung, but there was nothing; the trail ended, it made no sense. They turned around, but found nothing; it must have escaped.

A touch on their shoulders made they spin around and lash out at whoever had done it, but there was nothing there. They looked ahead and saw a pair of tentacles shoot out, bind their wrists, and drag them forcefully.

"HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!", they got no answer.

They tried to struggle, holding their ground to avoid being dragged away, until another pair of tentacles wrapped around their waist and ankles, lifting them up.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! COME OUT AND FIGHT!! AGH!!"

The tentacles squeezed their body, it hurt a bit, but the grip soon loosened, leaving them gasping for air. There was nothing there; it couldn't possibly be a ghost, even though the tentacles were emerging from the very dumpster they had suspected.

"WHO ARE YOU?! COME OUT NOW AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT! SO YOU'RE THE CULPRIT! COME OUT NOW!", but no one appeared.

Purple tried to break free, tried to force the way out, but their sides were squeezed tight; they held their ground, but it was no use, none of it made sense.

Their uniform soon felt damp; they saw pink liquid dripping, the same liquid that Lime had talked about. So they had been right; it belonged to the creature.

"(This has to be a joke... It feels fucking weird... If it won't talk, there's not much I can do...)", a tentacle gently brushed against their belly.

Purple blushed, stifling a groan of embarrassment at having nearly laughed; they weren't usually ticklish, something like that wouldn't have made them laugh, EVER, so...

The liquid made the victims hypersensitive; that was why it was so easy to drive them into hysterics.

"Oh Purps, what's wrong? Are you too ticklish for this? I thought you'd put up more of a fight... Aaaaw...~"

They recognized that voice! Red?! Of course, who else but them could know that?! They were not going to forget this... and they certainly wasn't going to forgive it.

"What's the matter, Purple? Are you embarrassed about someone hearing you laugh~?"

Wait, what...? That voice... That was Cyan's voice! Did that mean the previous one hadn't been Red's? Had they been tricked? They couldn't think straight, not with a tentacle gently brushing the inside of their belly button and others sliding up and down their sides.

Their embarrassment grew; that thing knew exactly what it was doing, and even if you don't speak Spanish, let me tell you, I just made a rhyme.

"D-DAHAHAhahamn yohuhuhuhuhu... Y-YOu w-won't m-MAkehehehe me shuuuhuhuhut uuuup...! Whoever yohohoHOHOu aHAHAHAreheheHEHEHE...!", it was ridiculous, but the voices continued.

"But I can hear you laughing. Why won't you face reality, Purps? You're incredibly ticklish, even if you try to deny or hide it. Besides, you know full well that we all know they could tease you, and you'd just take it because you like it...~"

"Aaaaw, how adorable! And to think they're the serious one; we could make them laugh like this forever and they wouldn't even complain! They're so cute!"

Purple felt the blood rush to their cheeks, turning them red; the taunts were stupid and, worst of all, delivered in the voices of people they knew them well, using the very thing that made them most nervous.

The gentleness of the attacks didn't last long; the tentacle at their belly button began to twist directly inside them (NOT IN THE BAD WAY PLEASE), while the attacks on their sides shifted into squeezing motions that moved up and down, varying in position, firmness, and timing with no discernible pattern, making it impossible to predict the next move.

"S-SHIHIHIT! ENAHAHAHAGH! T-THI-THIS W-WON'T STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP MEEEEHEHEHEHE!"

"No? Aww, but look, you're getting hysterical. It's only three tentacles, and you're already like this? You really are ticklish, aren't you...~"

"S-SHUHUHUHUHUT UUUUUP! I WOHOHOHON'T *snort* L-LIHIHISTEHEHEHEHEN TO YOHOHOHOU...! Y-YOU A-AHAHAHAHAHAHAREN'T THEHEHEHEHEHEHEM!!"

"But you can't deny that hearing their voices makes you incredibly nervous~"

Purple squeezed their eyes shut, trying to ignore them and focus their mind on something else, on Heracles, but their mind betrayed them too.

With their eyes closed, they couldn't stop thinking about the fact that it was Red and Cyan tickling them; they blushed even deeper just thinking about everything they were saying to them in that moment.

"Look how adorable, they're blushing! What’s the matter? Is the grumpy security guard too sensitive?"

"Don't call them like that! They prefers being called a ticklish baby! But you're right too, they're really is a sensitive, ticklish little baby~"

Purple tried to scream, but tentacles stopped them from letting out another laugh; the voices kept going, only making things worse.

What frustrated them most was not knowing whom to actually blame; they couldn't say for sure it was any one of them.

(Well, another person to the list... Though now suspicion will fall on Red or Cyan instead of me, smart move, Green.)