#switch!drew

Henry was bored, heading to the office with a wrench in his hand. “Hey Drew.” 

Drew turned to his boss, sitting in the office. "Hm? Oh hey!” He waved, still holding the tablet. 

“What’s up? Any updates?” Henry asked. 

"Oh nothing much, the animatronics are doing good, so, not really anything to report." Drew replied. 

Scott had just ordered something new with William's money, and was pacing around the room, hoping his friends would like the new package.

"You okay, Scott?" Drew asked. 

Scott looked at Drew with an awkward smile. "Uhh, yeah! There's just this order I've made. I wanted a jukebox for the pizzeria, but it's taking a while to get here. Hope they didn't lose it in the mail..."

"Surely not-" Drew reassured him. 

There was a heavy knock at the door. Then a ring of a bell. Rushing over, Scott discovered a large box at the door. He went to get the moving device so he could move it inside.

"There it iiis!" Drew declared. 

Scott moved the box inside, beside the main stage and stepped back. "Okay, uhh. When d-do you think we should open it...?" He asked. 

"It's up to you-" Drew told him. 

Scott suddenly felt apprehensive. "Uhh, tell you what? The owners can open it when they're ready..."

Drew nodded. "Alright- Are you sure this is a Juke? It looks a little... Big-"

Scott but his lip. He had a point. "Uhh, yeah. But aren't they always big?" He steps back, taking in the size.

Drew cleared his throat. "Not... That big-" he said. 

Scott chuckles nervously. "Well, tell you what: if they did mix up our order, I'll fix it later. Right now, I'm on break." He looked at his watch and quickly ran to the employee room to get his lunch bag. 

"Uhh... Okay-" Drew replied awkwardly. 

Henry grabbed the box, turned the box slightly, and pulled out some scissors from his pocket. He started to open it up quickly, but carefully in case this wasn’t the jukebox. He still needed to keep the box in case they had to return it. 

Drew raised his eyebrows. “Oh boy…"

Henry opened the box flaps and widened his eyes, dropping the scissors onto the checkered floor. “This…isn’t a jukebox at all…” 

When Scott finished his lunch, he came over curiously. Henry blinked and grabbed a note that was taped to the chair.

"Uhh, is anything the matter...?" Scott asked worriedly. 

Henry gently turned the box to the side to pull the machine out of the box. He pulled the chair thing out of the box. Then, Henry found a note connected to the armrests. He read the note aloud: “...Enjoy some laughter, motherfuckers...~Anonymous." Henry looked at Scott, super confused.

"Huh?! I-I didn't write that!" Scott reacted as he examined the note and the machine, struck speechless at the look of it. 

"I didn't either." Henry said, showing him the note. "And this doesn't look like any handwriting I've ever seen." 

Scott winced. "Not even William's...?"

"No..." Henry showed him the manic handwriting. "William's writing is surprisingly much, much neater than this."

Henry looked at the bottom of the machine. “Huh…It looks like some sort of chair.” Henry pulled the chair legs out from inside the chair and clicked them in. Then, he picked up the chair and placed the surprisingly steady machine onto the floor. 

He felt strange inside. “Is the information right?” Scott asked nervously. 

“Uhhh…” Henry looked at the information. “Yup. The address looks correct.” He replied. 

"O-okay.. so what does the chair do?" Scott asked next. 

Henry shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. All I know is that there's some sort of cable box here…and a switch." Henry said as he flicked the little switch up. The machine started to roar, before quieting down. Henry raised an eyebrow, before looking at Scott and Drew. "...You two seeing this?"

Scott nodded. "Uh, yeah..." 

Drew was busy looking at the different buttons and switches. “I’m seeing this whole thing very clearly.” Drew replied. 

Amidst his examination, Scott managed to find a remote in the box. He picked it up and examined it. It looked like a normal TV remote…except, a bit smaller and 3 sets of button groups: One group of buttons with single words on it like [paintbrush], [Q-Tip], [feather], and more. Another group of buttons with numbers: [1], [2], [3] and more. And lastly, there was a group of buttons with words on it: [Armpits], [belly], [feet] and more. 

Meanwhile, Henry was narrowing his eyes as he walked up to the chair. He sat down in the chair, and adjusted himself a little bit. "Hm...Surprisingly comfortable." The boss leaned back and sighed a bit with a small smile. Something in him felt like relaxing after his hard day of signing documents and writing paperwork. It felt good to just sit down and rest his poor feet. But there was just one little problem…he was still wearing shoes. Instinctively, Henry slipped off his slide-on dressy shoes, revealing the black socks underneath, and placed them onto the attached footrest. 

Meanwhile, Scott was looking at the instruction manual. Some of the buttons on the remote were circled in the manual. Assuming this was some sort of massage chair, Scott pressed the ‘on’ button. 

If you could believe it, Henry was reaching his arms up to stretch himself up and out right around the same moment that Scott had pressed the button. With this unusual coincidence, Henry felt something grab and grip his wrists. “What the-” Henry looked up and widened his eyes. “Uhhh-” He tugged on the cuffs. “Guys?” 

Scott gasped in horror. He must’ve done that! Whoops! Panicking over losing his job, Scott started pressing more of the buttons that were circled, hoping and praying that one of them was the ‘off’ button.

Henry yelped as he watched mechanical arms, some with feathers and some without feathers, grew out of the back of the chair like spider legs. “Scott- SCOTTYOU’REMAKINGITWORSE-”

Scott’s eyes widened. "AHHH!! I'm sorry!!!" He searched through the manual, flipping pages rapidly. 

Drew was just watching the chaos unfold before his eyes…and he was grinning. "This is adorable~"

The chair quickly sprang to life. Soft round brushes whirled around and settled into Henry's armpits. Henry gasped as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He now knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. 

"O-oh goodness-" Drew reacted, slightly blushing. It didn’t take long for Drew to also realize what was going to happen.

A Q-Tip swirled inside of Henry's bellybutton as feathers danced around his stomach and sides. Back scratchers also appeared on the bottom of the chair, and proceeded to scratch at Henry’s exposed feet. 

“eeeeEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHOhohohoho! Hahahahahaha!” Henry bursted out laughing almost manically right away, wiggling around and shaking in the chair.

Drew dropped his jaw in shock. "Hoooooly cow-!"

He pulled and tugged on the cuffs, unable to do much except wiggle around and laugh himself silly. “WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIHIS?!” He yelled. 

"Who knew an old man could be so vocal and ticklish?~" Drew reacted. "It's a tickle machine, silly!" He added proudly. 

Scott looked panicked and blushed. "O-oh dear!" He scanned the diagram for help. He pushed a button that said [retract]. It ended up retracting the other tools and replacing them all with soft feathers, going at the same speed. Henry’s laughter died down dramatically, leaving him to only start giggling like a little kid.

"I think that... might be better?" Drew said hesitantly. 

Scott looked utterly mortified, hoping he wouldn't be fired for this blunder. Quickly he pushed the manual into Drew's hands. "Uh. I forgot my reading glasses!"

Drew yelped and quickly grabbed the manual and the outside of the remote, as to not touch any of the buttons and make anything worse for his boss. "Oh shit- Uh- Okay-!"

Henry opened his eyes just in time for him to see Scott leaving. “Scohohott wahahahahait! Dohohon’t leeeheheeave!” Henry begged, trying and failing to reach out for him with his hand above his head.

Scott put his arms up in arrest in front of the door. "I'm still here! I just didn't want to make it worse!"

Henry shook his head. “Ihihit’s fihine. Ihihihit’s myhyhy fahahault.” Henry admitted. “Ihihi sahat dohohown in this thihihihing.” 

Scott shook his head, still panicking. "No. It's- it's really not!" He just couldn’t believe him.

"I can see if this can work-" Drew goes over, and starts turning off the machine arms one by one. 

Henry laid his head back as he breathed somewhat deeply so he could recover. “Thahat works great.” He said. 

"There we go. Aaaaand off.” Drew said as he stepped back. 

Henry lowered his arms back down, grabbing his vulnerable belly and sides. “Gohod…Who decided a tickle machine should be sent to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza?!” He asked, still confused. “I need to know. Cause…” Henry looked like he was ready to throw hands. 

Scott stepped back. "I-I ordered a jukebox, I swear!"

Henry was slightly going red from embarrassment and anger. “Cause that-…That…”

Henry slowly started to calm down and…grew almost surprised. 

“…wasn’t that bad of an idea.” Henry slowly finished. 

Drew dropped his jaw while Scott widened his eyes. "Wait, what?!" Scott and Drew yelled at the same time, looking at each other before looking at their boss.  What did he just say?!

Henry looked at the tickle machine. “It…I don’t know…It felt better than I expected…”

Drew slowly started to smile. "Oh nice!" He reacted. 

Scott was warming up to the idea too. "Wow! Y-yeah, sounds fun!" Scott reacted. 

Henry bit his lip and started to think. “…Is it weird that I might actually wanna keep this?” Henry asked. 

He gasped. "You want to keep it?!" Scott asked, shocked and suddenly super excited. 

Henry nodded. “We may or may not get the jukebox, but…would that be a risk you two would take?” Henry asked. 

Drew nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. “A lot of us do need to liven up a bit.” Drew added. He immediately started naming off other coworkers that might need the tickle machine. "Clint needs this, possibly. Ooo I could put A in here~" he reacted. 

Scott stepped forward to examine the machine, wondering if it was safe. He felt the armrests and the seat. They felt comfy. 

Drew turned and smirked at Scott. "You want a turn, Scooty Patootie?" Drew teased. 

The phone guy froze and blushed, quickly embarrassed by the nickname. 

Henry guffawed at the strange, but surprisingly fitting nickname. “Ohoho my god- Scooty patootie…that’s cute.” Henry teased next. 

Suddenly the chair sensed him and pulled him into the seat by itself. It strapped down his wrists to the armrests. 

"Oooh so there's sensors... Interesting.” Drew reacted. 

Henry widened his eyes. “And there's cuffs on the armrest too?!” He reacted. “Wait…if there’s cuffs above the head, then…why are there also cuffs on the arm rests?” Henry asked. 

“I-I don’t know.” Drew replied. admitted, watching Scott tug on his arms. “And it looks really secure.” 

Henry nodded awkwardly.

"I know it’s sOoO interesting. But can you PLEASE HELP ME?!" Scott begged, pulling on his restraints. 

"Mmm...Okay~" he turns on the feathers for…

He looked at the remote, and found a button that tickled his fancy right away: 

[Everywhere]

"Sing for me my little tickle phone~" The feathers immediately attack Scott. 

Scott only had a moment to feel shocked before he started laughing and thrashing wildly. "Eeeeeeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee!!! Stahhhaaahaaahaaaa...!!!" Scott laughed. 

"Awww how cute~" Drew teased. 

He squeals as the feathers get into his worst spots. "Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!! Haaahaaahaaaahaaa!! Nohohoohooot theheeheeheeeere!!"

Henry tilted his head. “Not where specifically?” He asked.

"Probably the bellybutton~" Drew told him. 

Scott was laughing too hard to answer. "Ehheeheeeheeeheeee! Naaahaaahaaahaaaaaa!!"

“I see…” Henry pulled out a little notepad and pen, quickly jotting down this important information.

Scott shook his head. It was unclear whether he realized what Henry was doing. All Scott really knew at this point was ‘TICKLES! LAUGHTER! AAAAAH!’.

Henry smiled and took note of the other ticklish spots that the tickle machine was specifically targeting. He knew Scott was going to kill him the moment he found out about this list…but was it worth it? Heck! Yes! 

"Just let me know when you wanna stop. Just say red-" Drew decided. 

“Right, yeah.” Henry hid his notebook. “Listen to your body, because we don’t really want you passing out on us.” Henry told Scott. 

"Yeah, and also because I'd probably cry- And we might get sued by Willie-" Drew warned. 

Henry shook his head. “The moment Will tries to sue you, I’ll just throw him into the tickle machine and let the machine, or Scott, decide his fate.” Henry added. 

Scott just kept on laughing, knowing he could easily take more tickles. Not wanting it to end…

Eventually, Scott called out the safe word. “Rehehed-! R-Red!” Scott called out. 

Drew stopped the machine immediately. The mechanical arms all went limp beside the chair. 

Scott breathed heavily as the phantom tickles kept tickling him. "Oh dear... Ohohoho my..." He giggled, wrapping his arms around his belly and pulling his knees up to his chest to shield himself more.

"Hehe sorry-" Drew came out from behind the tickle machine. 

Scott shook his head. "Hey, i-it's ok! Heh. You were being playful!" He continued to smile. 

"Aww! Your smile is cute~" Drew couldn’t stop himself from complimenting him. 

His face flushed more. "It is...? Heh." Scott muttered. 

"Mhm!" Drew stretched his arms above him, popping his knuckles. 

Henry smiled as he watched the two interact. Is it strange that Henry kinda shipped these two together?? Like, as loving boyfriends?

Henry slightly shook his head so he could start focusing again. “So:” Henry walked up to the tickle machine. “Anyone else want a go at it?” He asked.

Scott carefully got up, still holding his stomach and watching Drew with a smile. 

Drew reciprocated that smile back to Scott. "Eh, I suppose I should have a go, hm? It's only fair-" Drew decided. 

Scott chuckled. "Heh, yep!"

Drew walked up to the seat and sat down, suddenly feeling small compared to the chair. Weirdly enough, it seemed like the chair had noticed this height difference too…because the chair soon began to lower the backrest cuffs down a small bit so Drew’s arms could easily reach.

"Oh-! Th-thanks-!" Drew reacted. 

Scott grinned at Drew, holding the remote. "Now... What shall I do...?"

"Ehehe! Anything works!" Drew replied, blushing. 

Scott slowly scanned the remote and saw the [wild card] button. Putting his finger on the button, he looked up and said, "ready?"

Drew nodded. "Mhm!" 

Henry grabbed the manual and read over the machine manual. “…Looks like that button is like a ‘chance’ button. It chooses a random tickle difficulty on random spots with random tools.”

"Oho gohohosh!" Drew reacted, quickly growing nervous.

"Heh. Perfect!" He pushed the button, and out of the chair sprung various tickle tools. A soft hairbrush went in his armpits, a paintbrush targeted under his chin. Many feathers targeted his sides, with another paintbrush getting his belly. Foot massage brushes targeted his feet.

"EEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!!"

He chuckled. "Is that good enough for you, or should we add something...?" Scott asked. 

"IHIHIHIT'S GOOOHOHOHOHOOD! EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Drew replied. 

"It's about time someone made him laugh." A said, standing at the door with a laugh. 

Scott giggled. “Scott laughed to himself. "Hahaha, yeah!" He turned around and then widened his eyes. “Where did YOU come from?!” Scott asked. 

“I’ve been here the whole time.” A replied. 

Henry looked up. “Good evening, A.” He said. 

“Evening.” A replied. 

Scott hummed before turning around and continuing to keep watch over Drew, making sure he wasn't getting too exhausted.

After about a minute, the brushes changed places, some switching for new tools. Now there were feathers going along his neck, and in his armpits, paintbrushes targeting his feet and toes, and makeup brushes getting his belly and sides.

"EEEEEEK!!" Drew reacted, scrunching up his neck. 

"Heh~ His neck always gets him." A added, clearly enjoying the moment. 

Scott laughed more, holding his sides. What could he say? Laughter was contagious. "Oh g-gosh Drew! I-I'm sohohoo soohoohoorry!"

"IHIHIHIT'S OHOHOHOKAHEHEHEHE!" He soon shouts out the established safeword: Red. 

Scott hit the off button immediately. "You ok, Drew?" 

Going off memory alone, Henry sped up his writing so he could get all the tickle spots and percentages written down. He had forgotten that he was supposed to be hiding the book, and was only focused on getting it down. When he sped up his writing though…his writing became quite messy. Though he himself could read it, others may not be able to.

"Hehehehe yeahahaha." Drew said. 

Scott undid Drew’s straps and helped him out of the machine. Then, he looked over at Henry. "Hm..." He snuck up behind Hnery, and took a look over Henry's shoulder. "Whatcha writing there?"

Henry slowly placed the notebook against his chest. “Noooooothing.”

"Oh really?~" A asked suspiciously.

The phone guy reached out for it. "Then let us see…” Scott ordered. 

Henry bit his lip. He very slowly uncovered the notebook and showed them. 

A grabbed it and looked at the notebook. "My oh my~"

[Drew’s tickle spots: 

-Armpits

-chin

-sides

-belly

-feet

-neck]

Scott grabbed it and read through it, his face flushing more as he did. 

[Scott’s tickle spots: 

-belly button

-armpits

-feet

-sides

-basically everywhere]

"Uhh... W-what are you planning t-to do with this...?" Scott asked. 

Henry flushed a bright red. “…For…future reference…”

Scott stuttered more. "T-this is blackmail!" Casting a glance to Drew, he hoped they were on the same page. Drew nods, a smirk forming on his face.

A pointed at the floor. "I'll keep watch~" he said. 

Henry looked at Drew and Scott, sensing their mischief. He was growing nervous. “U-Uh…” 

Scott looked back at Henry, putting the notebook down. "You know, it isn't really fair. You know so much about us, yet we know so little about you...". Scott noted out loud.

“…Uh oh…” Henry muttered. 

The phone guy hoped this would work. He took a step forward, knowing the tickle chair was right behind Henry. Drew stepped forward as well. 

Henry started to walk backwards with his arms up in defense. “L-Let’s think about this!” 

"I'm thinking about it..." Scott hummed, stepping closer, his hands suddenly in the claw position. 

Henry yelped and tripped over his own feet, falling butt first into the chair. The chair strapped him in, using the regular sized cuffs for his wrists and ankles. Henry blushed nervously, realizing how screwed he was. “Uh oh! OH NO-” 

"Payback~" Drew declared, putting down the remote so he could get revenge. 

Scott wiggled his fingers. "Oh yes! This is gonna be good!" He touched down on his ribs, quickly skittering his fingers all over them. 

Henry squealed and giggled, wiggling around but unable to get out of the restraints. Drew soon joined in too, taking advantage of the fact that the tickle machine was stopping Henry from getting them back. At least, for a little while. 

Eventually, the two boys turned on the tickle machine so it would tickle Henry too. Then Scott, Drew and the tickle machine all continued to tickle Henry until he said the established safeword. When he did say it, Scott clicked the off button on the remote, and undid the restraints. Then, the two boys helped Henry out of the machine. After some discussion, Henry decided to put the tickle machine into a back room that no one, other than Henry, knew about. That is, until now. Now Drew, Scott, and A knew about the secret room.

Now, any two people could experience some tickles from the tickle machine during their break. One person would be advised to hold the remote, while the other sat in the tickle machine chair, getting wrecked to their heart’s content. Henry put up a typed note with the classic letter fonts that was on every 80’s computer. The words read:

[Get tickled with the tickle machine on your break! 

Rule 1: Have another person with you. 

Rule 2: The safe word is Red. Remember that so you don’t pass out.