#second prompt

*unleashes the UNO reverse card* You are greater, Anonymous friend

Beware, this is a lot longer than anticipated

7 - I'm gonna tickle you until you cry

Lee Nightmare - Ler Dream

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It was a normal day with the Star Sanses at their place. Blue finished making tacos, Ink was doing his job in the Doodle Sphere and Dream was rummaging through the household. Wait, what? Ink came back through the portal, coming in by the living room. “I’m back guys!” He looked around and saw Dream tossing couch cushions everywhere. “Uh, Dream?” Ink asked. “Why are you ruining our couch?” “I can’t find them!” He said. Blue walked in. And saw Dream still searching. Blue asked “Dream, what in the multi-verse are you doing?” Dream stopped and looked their way. “My staff and my crown!!” They didn’t even realize his crown wasn’t on his head. Blue offered him and Ink to help. Dream accepted. Ink was simply confused. “Ink, aren’t you gonna help look??” Blue asked while searching. Ink simply said he thought he saw it in the forest that was close by them. Dream snapped his head around. He knew Ink could have been messing with him, but he needed his staff and crown. “Where in the forest?” Ink took a step back. “Around 10 minutes after you walk in, you might find it” Dream got up and left the base. What is his crown even doing in a forest?? “Ink, why is it in a forest? And are you toying with him?” Ink looked at Blue and shrugged. “Dream can figure that out. Hey, are those tacos?”Dream was in the forest. He was questioning so much is his head. ‘Why was his crown here? Was his staff here too? Why are they even here?’ He got snapped out of his thoughts after he heard a voice. Cross’ voice. 

He heard footsteps and hid behind a tree. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be sure to find his crown.” Cross wanted his crown? But why? Cross looked around and eventually found it. Dream was gonna sneak up on him and steal his crown back. But stepped on a twig. This is not his day. Cross saw Dream and made a break for it, but got tackled by the light skeleton in the end. “Cross, Give me my crown back!” IF you think he agreed....You’re right and wrong. He agreed and tried to escape again. Only to be tackled. Fun fact: Dream becomes hella fast when he wants or needs something. “Cross, don’t make me use IT on you!”  Cross froze. Maybe this mission wasn’t worth it after all. “Tell me... Wait, is this goop on my crown?” The lighter skeleton realized as he looked on the inside. Nightmare... He wiped the goop off and put on his crown and put it on.“Where is my brother?” “He’s at his castle/mansion...No one’s with him right now, I believe so at least...” Dream practically almost crushed his legs when running off. Cross sat up and remembered something. Nightmare’s gonna kill him after this...

Dream arrived at his brother’s place and burst through the door. “Horror, I swear if you broke another...Door...” Nightmare thought the others were back from their missions already, guess not. And seeing his brother’s crown on his head, he knew Cross didn’t finish his task. “WHERE IS IT?” “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean” Another fun fact, Nightmare enjoys playing dumb to these things. If he steals something, he’ll act like he never touched anything. And Dream very well knew this. “I’m going to get my stuff back...One way or another!” The lighter skeleton sprinted up the stairs after the other. And so the chase began. After 10 minutes of this, Dream eventually caught his counterpart. “Aw, you caught me! But in all honesty, I don’t have your stuff idiot” You smell that lie too right? Yeah, thought so. However, Dream always had a way of making him talk. “Remember what I used on you when we were younger?” Nightmare paused. When they were kids?? What did he...Wait... “Oh no...Oh no no no! You wouldn’t dare!” Dream grew a mischievous grin. “Watch me”. He started his attack with the underarms. “This might be awhile, because I’m gonna tickle you until you cry!” Nightmare was already giggling. He probably knows how long this is gonna be. “Waihihihihtt! Nohohohot thihihihihihiss!” “But you’re so giggly, you must be enjoying this!” Nightmare would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. But only a little bit. “Drehehheheheam! Plehehehease, I dohohon’t hahahAVAE IHIHIHIT!!” Dream moved his assault to his ribs. After a certain time of this, he became bored of the spot. He started scribbling and poking at his tentacles. “Nahahahhahaaohoho! Drehehehheeem, stohoHOHOHOHOP! PlehehHEHEHhehahaheseee!!” Again, to no avail did he stop. He started lazily tracing his fingers on his tentacles. “Nohohohoho! Sstohohohoop!” Dream found it nice to see his counterpart smiling.“Aww, your so cute Night!” “Ihihihihih’mm nohooahahahahat!!” Without warning, Dream dug his fingers into Night’s tentacles. “PffthahahahaHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHhahhahaHAHAH!” The octopus stared to find a bright aqua blush creeping onto his face. “Your blush is so cute! Tickle tickle tickle!”(I’m dying, help-) Night kept squirming around like mad. I’m surprised Dream hasn’t had the need to dodge his limps. Why? Cuz octopus’ limps don’t flail THAT much. The golden prince moved onto his spine. “KyahahahhaahhHAHAHAHAH!!! *squeal* NaAHAHHAAHAHahah!” There it is! The squeals have broken free! Night’s eyes(Eye-sockets but whatever) ever so slowly started to tear up. To put him out of his misery, let’s move on with the grand finale! Dream sat on Night’s legs and started to take off his shoes. “*pant* Dream, please...! D-Don’t *pant* Don’t tickle thereee!” Oh Night, bold of you to assume he’d stop when he’s already gotten this far. “As I said before, only until you started crying. And I see NO TEARS” Dream started scribbling all over the goopy skeletons poor soles, fast and merciless. “DAHAHAHHAHAMNIHIHIHIHIHITT! NAHAHAHAHAHOHO! NAHAHAHHAT THEREEE!” Wow, Night really has a voice. After a bit of teasing, poking and scribbling, he looked over at his brother. Holy moly, he was crying, like, a lot. Dream got off his twin, and sat beside him. “Uhhh...You okay Nighty??” Dream, you know the answer. He got tickled to death, what more to expect? “*pant* W-What the heck *pant* do you think?!”

Here is a chance to explain your Character’s personal history. This is how they have lived on this plane up until now, or important events that have caused them to be who they are. You can go into as much or as little detail as you want. You could also make something to represent the general theme(s) of their life. This information will be something for us creators to enjoy, and for your characters to discover. With Ven and Argo’s story you can assume your character knows some details of it, but most likely not the full story. Especially since Argo rarely speaks of it, and Ven tries to make it seem like a joke.

The Story of Ven (and Argo), a Summary: 

September, 2016: high school, self-reflection. Heteroromantic asexual

June, 2020: university, exploration. Greyromantic asexual

Demisexual? Biromantic asexual? Quoiromantic?

Labels change over time, and that's okay 💕

Location of home; unknown--though we still search.

Details on them are scarce. 

We know they likely speaks several different languages.

Their weapon of choice is pointed and sharp. 

Though the bigger threat is the discharge of their concealed weapon.

Agents, be wary when approaching them, they are difficult to refuse. 

Remember, engaging with them will drastically change your life.

They are not afraid to use extraordinary measures to get what they want. 

And making things disappear is no hardship for them.

A warning to the agents: proceed with caution they are extremely powerful.

You may find yourself asking, ‘What are we looking for? 

A Mob Boss? 

or a Fairy Godmother?’ 

Day 2: “Eating or drinking”

2nd of October: Rest in Peace

till I can drink gallons of draughty blues chansons unless it doomsdays rather I’d not lose the sight of the eclipse quivering en rubato unfolding to the outskirts of the  optimistic Alps and back into my room solemn room egocentric room — into my non-alpine crevice

barely seen bubbly light unravels meno mosso emotions