#proper consent

It’s finally your turn! You step into Roxanne Wolf’s green room and let out a breath of nervousness. You’re hoping to see her and maybe get her autograph before the Pizzaplex closes. You pull out your notebook and a pen and look up at the big animatronic. 

She turns around and smiles brightly. “Hey there, kiddo! What’s your name?” She asked. 

“My name is Skyler.” You reply. 

“Skyler, huh?” Roxy asked, tilting her head. She placed her hand onto your shoulder with a bright smile. “Cool name!” Roxy reacted. 

You widen your eyes. “Uuuh…Thanks!” You reply excitedly. You pull out your notebook and pen. “Can…Can I have your autograph?” You ask. 

Roxy looked down at the notebook and chuckled when she saw it was a Roxanne Wolf notebook with a racecar in the middle. “Sure thing, kid!” She replied, clicking the pen and opening up the notebook to the front page. She started writing out a note with her signature on the bottom, before giving it back to you. You look at the words: 

[HI SKYLAR! KEEP RACING FOR THE FINISH LINE! ROXANNE WOLF <3] 

You smile brightly. She spelled your name wrong…but you don’t care at all. It’s worth every tiny spelling error. You give her a big toothy smile to show her you’re extremely happy to see her. She gives you a sharp, toothy smile right back. 

“Say: Did you wanna hang out in my room for a while? I’ve got nothing else to do.” Roxy asked. 

You gasp. Wait…did she just ask ME to spend time with her?! Why would I ever say no to that?! But first, you gotta double check to make sure you’re not dreaming. 

“Wait, really?! A-Are you sure?” You ask her, not fathoming the once-in-a-lifetime chance. . 

“Double positive! The animatronics are always busy, and I don’t feel like being alone right now. I wanna talk to people! Especially my fans!” Roxy replied. 

You squeal and clap your hand. “Yes!! Yes yes yes, I would love to!” You reply, giggling and jumping around like a kangaroo. Roxy just laughs at your visible excitement. “Sounds like a plan, little bud!” Roxy replied. “Also, what are your pronouns, Sky?” She asked next. 

You stop jumping and look at her with a proud smile. “They/them.” You reply. 

“Ooooh! Another NBC!” Roxy told you. 

You tilt your head. “What’s an NBC?” 

Roxy leans down slightly. “A Non-Binary Child.” She replied. 

You widen your eyes with shock. There were hearts flashing in Roxy’s eyes, that were the color of the Non-Binary flag: Yellow, white, purple and black. 

“Yeah! I am an NBC.” You reply. 

“What did you wanna do? I have an arcade game you can play. Or I have balloons, and we can play keep-it-up. Or, we can color, play ‘the floor is lava’, go get some Fizzy-Faz, it’s your choice.” Roxy told her. 

You smile brightly. You realize that you could easily stare at her all day, and still be entertained. But, you make a choice. “Keep-it-up!” You reply, grabbing a balloon that’s shaped like Roxy. “THINK FAST!” You shout before throwing it up and slapping the balloon. 

But unfortunately…

The balloon slowed down right away, only going about halfway over to Roxy. 

Roxy widened her eyes and bursted out laughing. “Ihihit’s okay. It’s okay! I’ll come closer.” Roxy told you. “Hold on.” She picked up the balloon and hit the balloon with her white paw. “Go get it!” She declared. 

You smile as the balloon travels even farther to you. You jump up and hit it back, watching as it flies back to Roxy in a diagonal downward motion. 

You watch as Roxy hits it back up with her paw, and hits it back to you in a higher, more straight motion. You smile as it reaches you. 

Quickly, you jump up and hit the balloon with your forehead before allowing it to fall a couple feet. You hit it back up with your hand before slapping it back towards Roxy in a higher motion this time. 

Roxy stops it with her snout, momentarily making it look like she’s spinning it on her nose like a seal. You laugh and clap your hands in reaction. “That’s so cool!” You say happily. 

Then, she knocks the balloon back up with her nose before hitting it back to you with her paw in a lower, straight motion. “Your turn! Show off your moves, Sky!” 

You jump up, puff out your chest and stop the balloon in its tracks with a hit against your chest. “SUPERMAN!” You declare. 

Roxy laughs at your reference. “Good one!” 

Then, you hit the balloon up again, before slapping it back over to Roxy. “What else can you do?” You ask. 

She let the balloon drop down and started kicking the balloon up like a soccer ball. She then jumped up and kicked the balloon back to you. 

You hit the balloon with your chest again, hitting the balloon back and forth with your knees before kicking the balloon back to the Roxy. But after kicking the balloon back, you end up losing your balance and falling on your back. 

As you lay on your back, you hear Roxy laughing her head off as she slowly walks into your field of vision. “You okay?” She asked. “That was quite the flop.” She teased as she reached her paw out. 

You nod your head and take her hand, using it to get up. Once you were on your feet though, Roxy pulled you into her arms and lifted you up. “Come here, little show off!” She reacted, skittering and dancing her fingers all over your ribs and sides. 

You squeal and throw your head back with strong, bubbly laughter. “EEEHEhehehehe! BAHAhahahaha! Heheheheyy!” You react, surprised to feel the tickles. “Whahahat hahappened tohoho plahahaying keeheheep ihit up?” You ask. 

Roxy shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno. It was fun, but THIS is even MORE fun!” Roxy declared. 

“BUHUHUT-” you start to protest. 

“Oh right!” Roxy stopped and looked down at you. “Do you consent to the act of being tickled?” She asked. 

You blink with shock. W-Why would she word it like that? You burst out laughing and look up at her. “Yohohohou sohound too formal.” You tell her. “Just say ‘Do you wanna be tickled?’!” You tell her honestly. 

“Okay. Do you wanna be tickled?” She asked. 

You look up at her with a smile. “Yes. I do.” You reply. “Now TICKLE ME LIKE YOU’VE NEVER- YAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” You interrupt yourself with your own burst of hysterical laughter as she starts dancing her nails all over your vulnerable belly, squishy sides and sensitive ribs. 

“Ey ey, captain!” She declares in response. 

You hang your head and laugh loudly with your eyes closed, surprised at how well she was tickling you. “HAHAhahahahaha! Rohohohoxyhyhy!” You laugh. 

“Yes, my Non-binary friend?” Roxy replied. You feel her artificial eyes looking down at you, further showing you how much control she currently holds over you. Though this doesn’t really worry you, because you know that you also have control…just, in a different way. 

“Ihihihit tihihickles!” You reply, wiggling around a bit and accidentally further tickling yourself with Roxy’s nails amidst your wiggling. 

“It dooooes?!” She reacted, being all dramatic. “But how much does it tickle?” She asked. 

You lean your head to the right while you try and think while you laugh yourself silly. How much does it really tickle? Yes, the laughter was capable of telling Roxy a lot about the level of reaction your ticklish spots provided. But what you believe she meant to ask was: How much does the tickling drive you crazy?

“Ahaha lohohohot! A lohohot!” You try to reply. “A lot?! But you’re not even laughing that hard! How could the tickling be that strong, when you’re not even laughing that much?!” Roxy asked, purposely reacting like a naive, confused animatronic. 

But you know she was just teasing you. You know her reactions were fake. But did that change how embarrassed and flustered you were getting?! 

Not. One. Bit. 

“Ihihi dohohon’t knohohohow.” You reply, taking a bit longer to answer than the last couple times. 

“You took a bit longer to answer than you were before. Are you okay? Is my tickling distracting you so much that you can’t think properly?” She asked with a smile, sounding 10% worried and 90% casual. 

You suddenly remember to nod your head in response. 

“Hmmmm…Does baby Skywer need some waspbewwies?” Roxy teased in her baby voice. 

You could feel the color on your cheeks deepen by the second. Why is she talking to you like you’re a baby?! “Ihihi’m eheheleheven yehears ohohohold! Ihihihi’m nohohot ahaha bahaby!” You tell her. 

“Are you suuuuure? Cause I all I see when I see dis face,” She stopped tickling, turned you around and roughly squished your cheeks, to make you look like a fish. “-Is de cutest widdle face I have ever seen in my LIFE!” She declared, now massaging and pinching your dimpled cheeks. 

You chuckle and look to the side, unsure how to feel about your favorite rockstar literally treating you like a baby. On one hand, you’re 11 years old! No 11 year old should be treated like this! If this was your mom, you would be pushing her away as fast as possible. 

But on the other hand…This is your idol…Your biggest obsession. Her face and her brand literally covers your walls back home…so you almost feel honored to be experiencing such a genuine simulated reaction from her. 

“I...Thank you.” You awkwardly reply. 

“Now: Would you like me to give you some raspberries?” She asked you. 

You smile and jump on the spot. “Sure!” You reply, hugging her. 

When you let go of her, Roxy grabbed you by the waist and picked you up, lifting you up into the air before blowing a raspberry on your belly. You squeak and clap your hands as you laugh and giggle. “EHEHEHEhehehehe! HAHAHAHA- GOHOHOHOOD OHOHONE!” You react. 

“Why thank you, my ticklish sweetheart.” She replied. “Now how ticklish are these hips of yours?” She asked as she started squeezing your hips. You gasp and cover your mouth, before SCREAMING and letting out hysterical, muffled laughter. “BAHAHAHAHAHAAA! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!” You yelled. 

“Woooow! These hips don’t lie!” She reacted. “They’re definitely ticklish.” 

You soon uncovered your mouth and kept wiggling around helplessly in her arms. “WHYHYHY AHAHARE YOU REHEHEFERENCIHIHIHING SHAKIHIHIHIRA?!” You yell. 

“You know about Shakira?!” She reacted. 

“SHEHEHEHE’S OHOHOLD!” You yell at her. 

“So?! Just because she’s 76, doesn’t she can’t shake those hips.” Roxy told you. She stopped for a moment and gently gripped your belly. “If anything, that belly dancing kept her fit and fabulous over the years.” She added. 

Right as you were going to argue with her, you gasp as you felt her fingers gently travel down to your hips. Two seconds later, you feel her dig her fingers into the dips of your hips. 

“OHOHOHO NOOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA- HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!” You completely lose all control of your body as you’re being tickled almost mercilessly at this point. 

“Oooooh! Looks like my fingers have turned into drills!” She reacted as she suddenly began to automatically spin her thumbs like two connected drill bits. 

You screech and double over, cackling and quickly trying to cower like a turtle. You soon went breathless amidst your laughter, kicking your feet rather rapidly. But thankfully, the moment you went breathless, Roxy stopped tickling you. She brought her thumbs back to their front position and put you down. You were just a euphoric, sweaty, tired mess of giggles by this point. She notices this and decides to sit down on the couch while holding you in her arms. 

You could barely notice, but Roxy had started to coddle you almost like a baby. Normally, this would feel offensive to your adolescent self. But you were just so tired and euphoric that you didn’t really care anymore. She had wrapped her right arm under your back with your head on her forearm, while her left hand was wrapped around your middle against your back, holding your body against her. All you knew was her cool, smooth touch. You could tell just from her actions alone how much she cared about you. You could sense that she wanted to keep you safe and comfortable while you were calming down and recovering from her tickle attack. And while you laid there against her, Roxy started to sing a little lullaby. A kind, fluffy lullaby. A lullaby that, surprisingly, wasn’t about plagues (Ring Around the Rosie), bloody mary (Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary), or serial killers (Do You Know The Muffin Man). Though…this wasn’t really a lullaby either…it was more like a full song. 

But song or lullaby, she sang it to you. Her singing was rarely heard while the band was on the stage. So the fact that she was lulling you to sleep with her singing voice, was another amazing privilege that you didn’t realize you were experiencing until you woke up an hour later. 

When you finally woke up, you had opened your eyes to see Roxy sleeping in her sitting position on the couch. Whether it was real sleep or simulated sleep, you couldn’t really tell. All you knew is that you were kept safe by the animatronic. After getting out of her prior grip, you walked out of her room and opened the door. 

“There you are, Skylar.” Your mom reacts before taking your hand. “Come on! It’s getting late, and Freddy’s is about to close. Would you like to get some McDonald’s ice cream before we go home?” She asked you.