#switch!michael

Michael, and his friends were tormenting Michael’s little brother at home. It was 2 days before Evan’s birthday party at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza…And Evan was scared out of his skin. Evan had always found the animatronics to be terrifying, especially when Dad or Michael made him move closer to them. No matter how much his Dad would tell him that ‘they’ll never hurt you’ and ‘they’re not that scary’, Evan just did not believe him. No amount of ‘exposure therapy’ was ever going to change how terrifying those robots look. 

The only way Evan would ever consider getting closer to them, is if those awful, metal teeth were removed. Those robots had sharp metal teeth in their jaws that threatened to pierce you like a needle, or crush you like a grape. Each tooth looked bigger than the others, and the poor boy couldn’t understand why his uncle had to make these robots with giant teeth in them. They were scary! And now he has to go see those robots for his birthday! 

Why couldn’t he go to Planet Kid instead?! 

“Hey Evan!” Evan’s thoughts were interrupted by his brother, who suddenly appeared at his bedroom door. “Foxy’s here!” 

Without any warning, a Foxy mask came flying towards him! 

“aAH!” Evan shrieked and jumped out of the way of the mask. “Michael!” 

“Oh my bad, did I scare you?” Michael asked, snickering evilly. 

“No no, I think he wants Bonnie.” One of friends said before throwing the Bonnie mask at Evan to scare him further. 

Evan scooted himself back towards the bed. “Stop it!” 

“Come on, it’s my turn!” One of Michael’s other friends said in a low voice as a Freddy mask was thrown at him. 

Evan screeched and covered his face, blocking the freddy mask from hitting him in the head. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Evan shouted. 

“Hey Evan! You want some pizza? o-WHOOPS!” The chica mask went flying towards Evan, hitting him in the arms. 

“I HATE YOU!” Evan shouted, throwing the foam masks back at his brother. 

But the group of boys laughed and caught the masks, clearly unphased by his throws. “Oh come on, Evan! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Michael argued. 

“You’re evil! I hate you!” Evan shouted, throwing a pillow at his big brother. 

But Michael caught the pillow perfectly and threw it right back at his little brother. The pillow inevitably ended up hitting Evan in the face, muffling his crying for only a moment. But that moment was just long enough to make everyone else burst out laughing. 

“MOMMY!” Evan shouted and tried to run out of the room. But one of his friends, who was dawning the Freddy mask once again, closed the door on him. Then, Michael stood against the door to prevent him from leaving. 

Evan grabbed the doorknob and pulled on it with as much strength as his little body had. But because his friend was much bigger than him, the door wouldn’t budge! He was stuck in there! “MOMMY HELP!” Evan shouted. 

“Awww, is de poor baby crying for mommy?” Michael mocked, leaning over to look at his little brother. “So scared, and nowhere to run!” He teased. 

“Open the door!” Evan yelled. 

But Michael smirked and pushed him back. “Or what? You’ll cry?” Michael taunted. “Are you gonna go ‘Waah waah waah! Michael’s being mean again’? You think Mom likes hearing you cry all the time?” Michael taunted further. 

“LET ME OUT!” Evan shouted. 

“Yeah, keep fighting all you want. No one’s here to help you.” Michael muttered aloud. 

“MICHAEL!” Evan started trying to push Michael away from the door. But once again, nothing was budging. Michael was bigger than him, and therefore invincible compared to Evan. But…He wasn’t entirely invincible…

“You’re stuck in here until you fa-aAH!” Michael jumped and yelped, curling inwards. “What the-” Michael gasped and held his stomach. “Evan stOP!” 

“What’s he doing, man?” The friend with the chica mask asked.

“He- FuckFUHUCK-!” Michael covered his mouth and tried to move away from him. 

“I’m making him move!” Evan yelled, poking and squeezing his sides. 

“EvAN NO!” Michael squeaked. 

“Wait, what?!” The friend with the bonnie mask reacted with a gasp. 

“Holy shit!” The friend with the chica mask leaned in, and quickly noticed the smile breaking through his hands. “You’re ticklish?!” He asked, shocked. 

“Is he?!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask said next. “Oh crap- He IS!” 

“That’s hilarious!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“EvanSTAHAP! NOhoho!” Michael finally fell to his side, laughing into his hand. 

“Yeah! He’s very ticklish! More ticklish than me!” Evan reacted. 

“More than you?!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Yeah!” Evan reacted. 

“EVAN DOHOHON’T!” Michael shouted.

“But where?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“Oh, that’s easy! His ribs, his armpits, his neck, even his feet!” Evan reacted, leaning over and tickling Michael’s feet slightly, to get him kicking and squealing. 

“Ehehehevan! Ihihi hahate yohohou!” Michael whined. 

“Oh come on, Michael! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Evan cheered excitedly. It looked like hearing his own words being muttered back to him, had given him more confidence. 

“Ohoho! Burn!” The kid with the Chica mask reacted. 

“This is awesome!” The kid in the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Just to clarify, you said his ribs?” The friend with the Bonnie Mask asked Evan as he poked his ribs. 

“SHIHITNO! STAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shrieked, his laughter growing slightly louder as his wiggling intensified.

“Yup!” Evan responded proudly. “Clawing is his BIGGEST weakness. He’ll be screaming like a husky in no time!” Evan admitted.

“Evahahan! STAhahahap!” Michael growled through his laughter as he kept wiggling and trying to push his friends away. “Ihihi’ll gehehet yohou for thihihis!” He reacted.

“Never in a million years, did I think THEE Michael Afton would be this ticklish!” The friend with the Chica mask reacted. 

“I know, right?! It’s hilarious!” The friend with the Bonnie mask responded. 

The friend with the Chica mask knelt down beside Michael’s head and gently scratched a finger on the back of his neck. “Neck too, you said?” He asked. 

Evan smiled. “Yup!” He responded rather proudly. 

“SHIHIHIT-” Michael leaned his head back, lifting his shoulders up. “STAHAHAP IHIHIT! HAHAHA!” He had only been tickled for a few seconds, and he was already cackling! 

“Aww, cool! I wanna try!” The friend with the Freddy mask responded. “Evan, can I try?” He asked. 

Evan turned to him. “Sure!” 

He looked his best friend up and down. “Any idea where to tickle? So many spots are already taken!” The boy with the Freddy mask asked him. 

“Oh! Oh! Try his tummy! His belly button’s a killer!” Evan reacted with a childish smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, but…I don’t wanna kill him.” He told him, kneeling down and tickling his belly. “Yet.” He added with a smirk. “SHIHITSHITSHIT PLEEEHEHEHEASE STAHAP!” Michael was rolling around, losing it with laughter. Though his feet were kicking all over the place, his arms were stuck against his sides to prevent anyone from getting his armpits. But no matter how much he tried to hide the spot, one of his friends managed to successfully worm their fingers into his one armpit. And when that happened, that’s when even MORE hell broke loose! The poor boy looked like he was dying of laughter! His face was growing more and more red by the minute…And it was getting to a point where Evan had to fall back to save his brother from choking on his own laughter. It was like his friend said: He didn’t want to kill him! 

…Yet. 

 “GUHUHUHUYS PLEEEHEHEEASE!” Michael shouted. “HAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEEEEASE!” 

“Damn! He’s begging a lot!” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“He really is!” The friend with the Freddy mask added. 

“What is it, Laugh-ton?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“STAHAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shouted next.

“But then we’d have to go back to bothering Evan!” The friend with the Bonnie mask admitted. 

“And that’s boring compared to this!” The friend with the Freddy mask admitted next.

“And there’s no way we’re going back to that now!” The friend with the Chica mask responded. 

Evan’s face lit up when he heard all this. Michael’s ticklishness was more interesting than bullying me?! Oh my gosh!! If Even knew this before now, he would’ve exploited his brother’s weakness a lot sooner! Who knew a simple few pokes could give the best revenge plan ever?! 

“EHEHEVAN HEHEHELP MEEEE!” He could hear through his thoughts.  “IHIHIHI’M GONNA DIEEEEE!” He cried out desperately.

Evan looked over, and quickly began to worry. As much as the little boy was enjoying seeing his brother being tormented for once, Michael was looking super out of breath. And…He looked like he needed help. So, Evan decided to be the better person. 

“Hey guys, I think he’s had enough.” Evan warned them softly. 

“Michael? Oh god no. This is nothing!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask spoke up. 

“Don’t worry, kid. We’re standing up for you now.” The boy with the Chica mask told him. 

“He’ll be fine. I’ve been tickled longer than this before.” The guy with the Freddy mask mentioned. 

“B-But…He’s super ticklish!” Evan admitted. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael shouted out. 

“Well, that’s his fault for being so ticklish!” The boy with the Chica mask mentioned. 

Evan groaned slightly. This isn’t right. He’s gonna choke if they’re not careful. Screw being the better person. Time to be the little tormentor he’s known for! 

Evan ran up to the boy with the Chica mask and started tickling his sides. 

“aAH SHIT!” The boy fell onto his side and squealed, not at all expecting such a strong tackle from a little kid. “WhOA! WHOHOHOA!” 

“I told you to stop!” Evan yelled as he squeezed and spidered his sides. 

“BAHAHAHA- eEEEK! EVAN STAHAP!” The boy yelled, rolling around wildly. 

“What the-” The boy with the Bonnie mask looked up at the new commotion. 

“BAHACKSTABBER! BETRAHAHAHAYAL!” The boy shouted. 

As you can probably tell, this tickle attack was more than enough to distract the rest of Michael’s friends from their previous task at hand. This gave Michael a chance to finally breathe, calm down and observe the new scene. 

Despite Michael’s friend being much bigger and stronger, Evan was surprisingly able to keep himself on top of him through the wiggling. That alone shocked everyone in the room, including Michael who was slowly gaining back his energy. 

Though Michael was worried his brother was gonna fall and get crushed by his friend…He was also quite impressed with him. Not only did Evan stand up for him when he was down, but he willingly risked injury to stop his friends from killing him! And to be honest, Michael was very thankful. He could feel his legs and chest starting to give out just before Evan had switched things up. 

When Michael came back to the present, he quickly noticed that his other friends were trying to tickle Evan off the boy with the chica mask. And though Evan was visibly laughing and curling up, he wasn’t backing down. It looked like years of tickling his little brother had helped Evan build up more of a tolerance. 

With that in mind, Michael threw himself up and grabbed his friend in the Freddy mask. “Get over here!” He yelled, roughly tackling him down. 

“HEY! Careful!” The friend reacted, staring him down through the Freddy mask. 

“I’m sorry, ‘careful’?!” Michael reacted. “Did I hear that right?!” He asked. “I am not gonna be careful after all that time you spent tickling me.” Michael warned him as he wiggled his fingers. “Ready to feel the true power of the tickle monster?” Michael teased. 

“Oh please…I’m not like the cry baby over there.” The boy reacted, pointing to Evan over his shoulder. 

Michael widened his eyes for a moment…before smirking. “You shouldn’t have said that, mate.” Michael warned as he scooted himself over to the boy’s feet. “Only one person can call Evan names around here…And that one person is me.” Michael warned him. 

“Oh now you’re screwed.” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“W-Wait, not my feet! I’ll die!” The boy begged. 

“Oh, you’ll die?” Michael clarified. “Boy, those words sound really familiar.” He teased, recalling his own words as he was being tickled senseless by his friends. 

“No! NO!” His friend tried to pull his foot back, but gasped as Michael grabbed his ankle. “MICHAEL!” 

“What? You scaaaared?” Michael asked him. 

Evan widened his eyes as he recognized it…Those words in that tone of voice…Michael was using his big brother powers on his friend! It almost felt like a dream! What are the chances?! 

His thoughts should’ve been interrupted by the loud laughter of Michael’s friend…but that laughter just further proved how insane this moment is. Michael was not only standing up for him…But he was also tickling his friend to make him regret messing with him! 

“Are you done yet?” He asked, his voice not far from a whiny toddler. You shook your head and continued reading. Michael whined at you again, and tapped at your book. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, still reading. Michael huffed at you and brought his other hand down, gently brushing your side as he did so. You let out a squeak and jerked backwards, instantly letting Michael’s hand go. Though, you did manage to keep hold of your book. Michael raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah...” he mused, a malicious smirk now presiding on his face, “I forgot you were ticklish.” Your eyes immediately widen and you move to get up, but Michael quickly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a bear hug. “No no no, you can’t get away from the tickle monster,” Michael says as your face turns bright red.

“Michaelllllll,” you whine out, weakly pushing at his hands.

“Who’s Michael? I’m the tickle monster,” he replies with a smirk, “Plus, I don’t know why you’re whining. It’s not like you want to get away or anything. You love this too much to get away.” Your face immediately lights on fire and your limbs turn to jelly. He looks down at you warmly and teasingly leans down to whisper in your ear. “What’s wrong? Is someone a little flustered?” He accuses in a teasing voice. A smirk once again falls over his face as your blush once again darkens. You slightly pout in his direction as you try, and fail, to cover the dark blush that has taken over your face. He smiles with adoration at you, and gives your cheek a kiss. As soon as he’s done that he gently flips you over so he’s now sitting on your hips and you’re face up, with your hands over your head. You let out a small squeal of surprise when he does this, but quickly regain your composure. 

“M-michael, c-come on I j-just want to read…” you complained, slightly pulling at your arms, though you didn’t really want Michael to stop what he was doing in the slightest. Michael knew that and decided that he was going to be mean to you. He let your arms go, he got off of you and picked up his phone, beginning to look through it once again. Once you got over the shock of what he had done, you began pouting at him. He smirked at his phone, not looking over at you. 

“If you want me to continue you’re going to have to ask.” You immediately went redder than a cherry and began sputtering.

“M-michael, y-you can’t d-do that,” you whined, gently shoving at his arm. 

“I can’t do what exactly? You said you wanted to read, I’m letting you read.” You whined at him again.

“C’mon, you know I don’t want that…” You whined dramatically, and flopped into his lap. He chuckled and pet your hair gently. “I know, but it’s fun to be mean.” You glared at him playfully, causing him to ruffle your hair. You sat up and pouted at him again while he continued to scroll through his phone, a smirk on his face the entire time. After a few minutes of you two sitting like this you gave into him. You mumbled out something inaudible before burying your face into his shoulder. He smiled at you warmly and wrapped you in a hug. “What did you say baby? I couldn’t quite catch that.” You made another indistinguishable noise before managing to stutter a few words out. “C-can you p-please d-do more?” As soon as you finished you went right back into Michael’s shoulder, hiding your face to the best of your ability. 

“Do more of what exactly?” He teased, the smirk wider than ever. You whined loudly into his shoulder lightly punching it. “You know what…” you whined out, though it came out muffled because of his shoulder. He chuckled once again before flipping the two of you so that you were once again pinned with your arms over your head. You squeal in surprise, but can’t keep the excited smile off of your face. Michael matched your expression.

“You know, you’re pretty cute,” he noted, his smile only growing wider as a blush once again attacked your face. You shook your head, trying to bury your face into your arms, though it didn't work. Michael nodded sincerely.

“You’re right. I misspoke. What I mean to say was, you’re absolutely adorable and amazing.” Your face felt like it was going to melt off at this point. You opened your mouth to retort but all that came out were giggles as Michael started pinching your sides. 

“Thahahahat’s nahahahat fahahahahair!” Michael smirked and spidered his fingers up and down your sides.

“And how is this not fair exactly?” He teased, never relenting with the spider tickles. 

“Ihihihihi wahahahahasn’t reheheheheady!” You complained, slightly kicking out from the light touches.

“You should be more careful with what you ask for then…” Michael taunted, switching to squeezing your sides. You blushed a crimson red and tried to hide your face away in your arms. He smiled at you endearingly, enjoying every second of this, and absolutely loving that you were having just as much fun as he was. He carefully made his way across your stomach, keeping his touch light and feathery. You desperately shook your head, and pulled on your arms, giggling up a storm. “M-mihihihihichahahahael!” you squealed out, your smile only growing when his fingers sped up. “Yes baby?” He smirked as a darker shade of red crept its way up your cheeks. You simply shook your head in response. He smiled at you with adoration and leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. You smiled excitedly and returned the kiss, lifting your head to peck his cheek. He chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You giggled in response and shook your head cheekily. “You sure about that?” he asked with a smirk, teasingly wiggling his fingers in your view. You blushed and shook your head again, though this time a little more hesitantly. He smirked down at you before slightly tightening his grip on your arms, and lightly spidering his fingers under your arms. You quickly broke into loud laughter, and kicked your legs out. You gently tugged on your arms, trying to pull them away from your boyfriend. 

“So let me ask you again, are you adorable?” You once again shook your head at the question, laughing wildly. You tried to deter his fingers away from the sensitive skin, squirming and bouncing about. Michael sighed, though there was still a wide smile on his face which gave way to how he really felt. His fingers stilled, and he clucked his tongue. “Now I gave you a chance to admit it,” Michael began, his tone alone making you blush, “But you chose not to accept it, so you have to be punished for it baby.” As he finished he pushed your shirt up to your ribs, smirking. Your eyes widened slightly, already knowing what he was planning to do. 

“Nononononononomichaelcomeonthat’smean,” you rushed the words out of your mouth quickly, though there was a huge smile on your face. 

“You know for how mean this is I still haven’t heard a stop,” Michael taunted, the malicious smirk only growing. You immediately went scarlet red and began sputtering. After a few seconds you manage to mutter out a small, “shut up,” causing Michael to chuckle. You scrunch your face up, and shift from side to side. “Aw, is the anticipation getting to someone?” You whine at him and hesitantly nod your head. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. You immediately stop whining and a perky smile appears on your face. Michael chuckled at your reaction and slowly lowered his head towards your stomach, reminding you what he was doing in the first place. You immediately began squirming from side to side as much as you were able to.

“M-m-michael, c-come on p-please,” you begged playfully, the smile on your face as wide as it ever could be. He didn’t say anything in response, he just started blowing raspberries into your tummy. You immediately began howling with laughter and bucking around. One thing you failed to notice until it was too late were his fingers slowly creeping their way to your underarms. When you felt his fingers come into contact with your worst spot you practically shrieked. “MIHIHIHIHIHICHAHAHAHAHAEL!” Michael drew away quickly, chuckling slightly as he saw the insane blush that had taken over your face, ears, and neck. 

“You okay baby?” he asked with a slight smirk. Before you could nod, or try to stutter out a response his hands found their way to rest on your top ribs. Granted, he wasn’t moving them but it still made you giggle. 

“I’m f-fihihihihine.” Michael smiled at your adorable reaction. 

“You sure you’re okay because you’re already giggling and I haven’t done anything yet.” You slightly sputtered at this, and tried to hide your face into your arm.

"Shuhuhut up yohohohou knohohohow whahahat yohohohou're dohohohing."

“Baby, I’m not doing anything,” he sing-songed, still not moving his hands away.

“That’s the problem,” you quietly muttered, the sound muffled by how much you had buried your face away. Michael immediately began cooing over you, unable to help it with how adorable you were being. 

“Awwww, so you’d prefer that I just started doing this?” He finished by gently drilling into the top rib with his thumb and scratching over your underarms with the rest of his fingers. You immediately began cackling and pulling on your arms once again. Michael wasn’t deterred in the slightest, and he just let your arms go, continuing his assault. Your arms immediately shot down, and glued to your sides. “Look what happened, you trapped my hands. Now if you want the tickles to stop you’ll have to raise your arms back up.” You shook your head, the delighted laughter spilling out of your mouth. “Yup! I can’t get my hands out if you don’t raise your arms back up.” You don’t say anything in response, just throw your head back and let the laughter wash over you. “You know, I think you might need a little bit of convincing…” With that, Michael began blowing raspberries once again. You quickly fell back into the shrieking laughter that had happened the first time he did this. You pushed on Michael’s head, desperately trying to get the tickly vibrations away from your stomach, but Michael simply grabbed your arms and moved them to the side, now just blowing raspberries into your stomach. You were still squealing with laughter, but now it had gone down enough that you could speak. 

“MIHIHIHIHICAHAHAHAEL! STAHAHAHAP!” He sat up and began just lightly trailing over your sides now.

“You know what you have to do if you want it to stop, baby…”

“F-fihihihine I’m cuhuhuhute.” You finally give in, weakly trying to squirm away from the tickles. Michael smiled happily and let your arms go, and pulled you into his lap. You immediately buried your face away into his chest, the giggles still slipping away. He hugged you tightly and gently rubbed your back to try to help get the giggles away.

“Is that what you wanted y/n?” You shyly nodded, keeping your burning face buried away into his chest.

“Th-thank you.” You could feel your face burn hotter when Michael began cooing over you once again. “Awwww, of course baby. I’m glad you had fun,” Michael cooed softly, still rubbing your back. “Do you want to watch a movie?” You peeked out from Michael’s chest and nodded excitedly. 

“Can we watch Coraline?” you asked with a small shine in your eyes, the smile wide and innocent as you asked. Michael smiled at you happily and nodded his head, getting up to go put the movie in. 

When Michael came back to his position on the couch you immediately shimmied into his lap and cuddled close to him. He just smiled and held you close to him, his eyes already locked on the screen as the opening music began playing. The two of you simply sat and watched the movie for a while before you looked at Michael slightly pouting. “You okay?” he asked, finally looking away from the screen, his eyes slightly filling with concern as he looked at your pout. You nodded, and pouted again, slipping your hands under Michael’s shirt causing him to let out a small squeak. It took everything in your being to conceal a smirk when he let out the small noise. “My hands are really cold,” you pouted once again. “Can I please warm them up?” He slightly tensed up from the temperature of your hands, but nodded anyways, giving you a suspicious look before turning his attention back to the screen. Once his focus was away from you, you let the subtle smirk take over your features as you lightly squeezed Michael’s sides. He let out another squeak and whipped his head around to face you. “Why’d you do that?” He asked, the smile playing at the corners of his mouth, but he tried to keep it under control. You couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on your face this time. “Hmm? Do what? I’m just trying to warm my hands up.” Michael playfully glared at you before slowly turning his attention back to the television to continue watching the movie. You waited a couple of minutes before doing it once again, this time slightly scribbling along with the squeeze. 

“Wha- hehehey!” Michael giggled out a weak protest, not doing anything else to stop you. You didn’t say anything in response, you simply began spidering his sides lightly. His giggles immediately became much more bubbly as they began pouring out of his mouth. 

“What can I say? Revenge is a dish best served cold,” you taunt playfully, putting your ice cold hands across as much of his stomach as you could for emphasis. Michael groaned at your lame pun while trying to squirm away from the cold. You simply chuckled at his reaction and began lightly kneading his stomach, throwing him into an entirely new fit of giggles. He gently grabbed onto your hands and tried to pull them away from his stomach. You let him grab your hands away and you leaned into to simply start nibbling and kissing along his neck. His shoulders immediately shot up to try to protect his neck, but he continued holding onto your hands. 

“Nohohohoho! This ihihihisn’t fahahair!” he giggled out happily, still trying to deter you away from his neck. “And how exactly is this not fair?” you countered, taking a small break from attacking his neck. “You tickled me to pieces, it’s only fair if I do it back.” Michael opened his mouth to retort but all that came out were a set of hiccupy giggles as your fingers found they’re way to his ribs. He squirmed from side to side, squealing as he did so. His arms were no longer trying to fend off your fingers, they were simply uselessly flailing about at his sides. Now it was your turn to coo over how adorable he was being. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter when you saw the sight in front of you. He had a wide smile stretched across his face, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he was squirming from side to side, trying to escape the tickles but unable to because you were on his lap. You gently slotted your fingers into the spaces in between the bones of his ribs before vibrating your fingers, making a small bzzzzzz noise as you did it. Michael practically jumped three feet in the air and the giggles quickly became laughter. 

“Dohohohohon’t dohohoho thahahaht it tihihihickles!” he squealed out, unable to do anything besides throw his head back and laugh. “Awwww does it tickle? I had no idea.” You smirked and continued vibrating your fingers into his ribs, leaning down to start pressing the tickly kisses into his neck again. He squealed at the sudden change, full belly laughter now leaking out of him. 

After a few minutes of attacking his ribs you decide to make your way under his arms. As soon as you come in contact with his underarms he immediately pressed his arms down to his sides, and kept them glued there. “Aw, Michael, you trapped my hands here, now the only way the tickles can stop is if you raise your arms up for me,” you mimicked playfully, lightly digging into his underarms. He glared at you through the laughter, though it didn’t really have any bite behind it because of the dopey smile on his face. You simply gave a cheeky smile in return, and gently scratched at the sensitive area. “You know, I think I remember you doing a pretty mean thing to me earlier…” Michael scrunched his face up in confusion, looking at you for more of an explanation. Instead you simply pushed his shirt out of the way and began slowly lowering your head towards his stomach. His eyes immediately widened with realization and his squirming intensified tenfold. “Nohohohoho! Ihihihim sahahahaharry juhuhust dohohohon’t!” he pleaded, trying to delay the impossible. You simply shook your head in response and blew the biggest raspberry you could into his stomach. He immediately began howling with laughter, and bucking around, almost throwing you off of his lap. You slowed down to a stop, and took your hands out from under his arms. 

“You alright?” you asked, a playful and adoring smile on your face as you watched him catch his breath. He nodded, taking in as much as he could.

“You know, you’re a lot meaner than I thought you were.” 

“Yeah, I can tell by how red your face is,” you pointed out, smiling even more when the red only deepened. Once you confirmed that Michael was alright to start again you started pinching away at his hips sending him into a stream of airy giggles. You loved the small, care-free smile that was paired along with the light giggles that came from tickling his hips. It was so adorable that you could go the rest of the day just simply pinching along his hips. You were very quickly beginning to run out of ler, however,  and just wanted cuddles. 

You let up on his hips and began moving towards his knees which caused Michael to start squirming once again.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait,” Michael sped out, trying to convince you to stay away from his knees. 

“Michael, you’re not going to be able to convince me, you attacked my worst spot so I’m going to attack yours.” Michael glared at you once again, though you knew he wasn’t really mad because of the smile playing at the edge of his mouth. You smirked at him before latching onto the pressure point just above his knees. He was immediately sent into hysterics, and very quickly fell into silent laughter. You chuckled at his ticklishness and scratched the tops of his knees and the backs of his knees at the same time almost killing him. At this point, he started getting small tears of mirth beginning to appear in the corners of his eyes, which was your warning sign to back off. You slowed yourself to a stop and readjusted on his lap so that your head was against his shoulder. You gave him a couple of small kisses along his chin as he caught his breath once again. 

“Did I go too far?” you asked, feeling a little bit guilty at what you did. He shook his head, his smile still beaming despite how long after the tickling it had been. 

Michael lifted Freddy’s arms up into the air. “Keep those arms there, Freddy.” Michael ordered calmly. 

“Okay, Michael.” Freddy replied. 

“And keep them up, even as we tickle your feet, Freddy!” Gregory declared. 

“Gregory! What happened to surprises?!” Michael asked, half amused, yet partly annoyed.

Gregory laughed. “Surprises are for babies.” Gregory replied. 

“Babies, huh?” Michael responded as he sat on Freddy’s legs. “And what sort of baby am I?” Michael asked. 

Gregory giggled. “Big baby. Tall baby. The babiest of the babies.” Gregory replied. 

“We’ll see about that…” Michael hinted. “We’ve got a challenge for you, Freddy.” Michael told Freddy. 

“Oh? A challenge?” Freddy reacted. “What sort of challenge?” 

Michael smirked. “A tickle challenge.” Michael replied. 

“A tickly tickle challenge!” Gregory declared. 

Freddy widened his eyes and looked away to the right, looking embarrassed. If he had light-up blush on his cheeks, they probably would’ve gone off at that point. “I…” Freddy looked at Michael and Gregory. “I do not know if I am ticklish, Michael.” Freddy told him. 

Gregory guffawed. “Really?! Then why did you look away like a scaredy bear?” Gregory asked. 

Michael looked at the bottoms of Freddy’s feet…and noticed they had dots on them that were slightly darker than Freddy’s feet color. And the darker dots were on the heels, all the way up to the toes. “If you’re not ticklish…” Michael started, before touching Freddy’s heel. “Then what are these?” 

Freddy widened his eyes and jumped as his toes curled in on themselves. “D-Don’t touch those.” Freddy ordered. 

“Why?” Michael asked, turning his head to look at the animatronic. 

“They…” Freddy closed his mouth and looked to the left as he tried to think. “They make me behave in a strange way.” 

Michael chuckled. “That’s called tickling, Freddy.” Michael replied. “And it’s supposed to make you laugh.” 

Freddy hummed. “I see…” Freddy replied. 

Gregory groaned. “Can we get started already?!” Gregory asked. “I can’t wait anymore!” Gregory added. 

Michael chuckled. “Patience, my padawan.” Michael teased. 

Gregory looked at Michael with an ‘are you serious?’ face. “...Did you seriously just reference a movie that’s over 70 years old?” Gregory asked, annoyed. 

Michael chuckled. “You really have no idea who you’re talking to.” Michael mentioned. “Anyway: Let’s get started.” 

Gregory ran to Freddy’s armpits and readied his hands. “Ready!” 

Michael held his hands up at Freddy’s feet and smiled. “Now the rule is: If you lower your arms down, then you get tickles on the feet. If you keep your arms up for 5 minutes straight, then you get a 5 minute break before starting the next round.” Michael explained. 

Freddy nodded. “Ready.” Freddy said. 

Michael smiled and nodded to Gregory. 

Gregory immediately started tickling Freddy’s armpits, going up and down and skittering somewhat wildly. Freddy squeaked and giggled almost right away. “Ohoho dehehear! Thihihis ihihis hahaharder thahan I thohohohought!” Freddy reacted, putting his hands into fists. 

Gregory giggled evilly as he continued to tickle him. Michael had his hands ready for when Freddy would lower his arms down. His plan was to tickle his feet if Freddy lowered his arms down halfway. 

1 minute so far. 

Freddy was slowly losing his composure, and lowering his arms down bit by bit. “Ahahahahahaha! Ihihit’s- Ihit’s hahahard! HAHAHahahaha!” Freddy told him, his arms lowering a little bit more. 

1:29…1:30…1:31…

Gregory quickly snuck a deep poke into Freddy’s armpit…and that made Freddy’s arms completely fall. “GREHEHEGORYHYHYHYHY!” Freddy laughed. 

“Uh oh…tiiiime for the toe tickles~” Michael teased as he held back one of Freddy’s sets of toes. 

Michael started skittering his fingers all over the top sole of Freddy’s foot, and up to the underside of his toes. 

Freddy gasped and covered his snout as strong laughter left his mouth. It was really easy to tell which tickle spot was worse for him. Freddy managed to pull one of his feet out of the way, curling up and hugging his left leg. 

“Don’t pull the other foot away~ Or I’ll get Monty to hold your foot for me.” Michael warned. 

“HOHOHOW LOHOHONG UNTIHIHIHIL YOHOHOU’RE DOHOHONE?!” Freddy asked. 

“3…2…1.” Michael replied before immediately stopping his hands. Gregory giggled into his own hands before readying his hands at Freddy’s arms once again. “Let’s give this another try!” Gregory declared. 

Freddy slowly lifted up his arms again. “Ohokay…” Freddy replied awkwardly. 

Gregory smiled and started tickling a little more gently this time. Freddy let out short spurts of laughter. He wanted to let out full laughing fits, but it just didn’t tickle enough for those long fits to leave his lungs. 

“HAhahaha! Haha- Hehehehe! Hehehe! Oho gohohosh! Ihihi-” Freddy giggled. 

Gregory smiled and stopped for a moment…

Freddy let out a sigh of relief and hung his head. Michael looked confused, and somewhat displeased. “What are you doi-” 

Gregory quickly touched down on the armpits hard this time, causing Freddy to wheeze and lower his arms completely down. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!” Freddy laughed, falling onto his side. 

Michael laughed as well, surprised by Gregory’s strategies that were…kinda cheating. But more time to tickle the feet, I guess! 

“More toe tickles, here I come!” Michael declared as he started tickling under Freddy’s toes. 

Freddy curled in on himself, pulling his feet closer to himself. But Michael’s small hands followed Freddy’s feet to tickle them more. Very quickly, Freddy found he couldn’t pull his feet away any farther. Freddy was truly stuck in a tickly predicament. 

Freddy cackled and laughed with his hands on his stomach. It was just too much for him to handle! “HEHEHEHEHELP! HAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Freddy begged. 

Gregory chuckled. “Is poor Freddy too ticklish for his own good?” Gregory asked. 

Michael laughed lightly. “It sounds like it, yeah.” Michael replied, still tickling Freddy’s vulnerable feet. 

Being the little curious boy he is, Gregory tried tickling his neck, just to see what would happen. Freddy curled his neck in, just about squishing the poor boy’s fingers! 

Gregory had quickly pulled his fingers out just in time, though. “Thank goodness…Nearly squished my fingers doing that!” Gregory reacted. 

“Doing what?” Michael asked, having not seen what he did. 

“Tickling his neck.” Gregory replied. 

“Yeah…maybe leave the neck tickling to the invincible animatronics.” Michael suggested. 

Gregory nodded as he focused on Freddy’s armpits again. “Alright. Do you need a break? Or can we resume tickling your armpits?” Gregory asked. At around that same time, Michael paused his tickling for a moment to hear Freddy’s reply. 

“Yohohou…you can keep going.” Freddy said, sitting himself up. 

Michael widened his eyes and tilted his head. “Wait, really?” Michael asked. 

Freddy nodded. “This is very fun. I think I like this game, Michael.” Freddy told them. 

“Great!” Gregory declared. 

“Good to know.” Michael replied. 

Gregory started tickling up and down Freddy’s armpits a little bit faster this time. Freddy started snickering and giggling. 

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Gregory teased. 

“Shuhuhush!” Freddy mumbled to Gregory. 

“Nah. Tickling you is fun.” Gregory told him. 

Michael smiled and watched as Freddy tried his absolute best to keep his arms up. But it was telling an unfit person to run a marathon. It’s not impossible, but it takes a lot of practice to get to the point of running a marathon. 

2 minutes…

Freddy slowly lowered his arms…but he raised them up higher in an attempt to last longer. “Ihihihi cahahahan dohoho thihihis.” 

“You can do this.” Michael let him know. 

“You can do it! You can do it! Go Freddy go! Go Freddy go!” Gregory cheered happily as he kept tickling Freddy’s armpits. 

Michael smiled and crossed his arms as he watched. 

It was 3 minutes now. 

Freddy leaned his head back and giggled helplessly. He tried his best to hold his hands up in the air for a little longer, but they were starting to fall…

Gregory decided not to cheat this time. He decided tickling him casually would be better than surprising Freddy out of nowhere, like he did before. 

Michael watched Freddy carefully as he peeked down at his watch: 

3:59…

4:00. 

Michael smiled eagerly. “One more minute…then you get a 5 minute break!” Michael declared. 

“Come on, Freddy! You can do it!” Gregory cheered. 

“Ihihihi’m TRYHYHYING!” Freddy told him. 

“I can tell! And you’re doing amazing. I wouldn’t even be able to reach two minutes!” Michael reacted. 

Freddy was starting to slowly lower his arms down again…

5 MINUTES! 

“YOU REACHED 5 MINUTES!” Michael shouted happily. 

Freddy immediately lowered his arms down to his lap, and laid onto the ground sideways. “Thahahank gohohod…Hehehehehe…” Freddy muttered. 

Gregory squealed and cheered. “YAAAAAY!” Gregory yelled. “NOW FREDDY IS THE SUPERSTAR!” Gregory declared happily. 

Michael laughed. “Amen to that!” 

Freddy smiled and lifted himself up onto his feet. “Alright.” Freddy said. 

Then…Freddy walked up to Michael and picked him up before picking up Gregory next. “My turn to tickle!” Freddy declared as he laid the boys down and skittered his human-like paws all over Michael and Gregory’s bellies. 

“BAAAHAhAHAhaha!” Gregory laughed. 

“PFFTAAHAHAHAhahahaha! Hehehehehey!” Michael laughed. 

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Freddy teased, repeating the same words Gregory said earlier. “NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!” Gregory laughed. 

“I will take a moment to remind you that I was being more fair in the last 5 seconds…than you were everytime you were tickling me.” Freddy mentioned with an evil smirk. 

“HEHEHehehe hahahas ahahaha pohohohoint.” Michael replied. 

Michael was hanging out at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and was visiting Foxy. Foxy seemed lonely due to his attraction being shut down. Because of this, Michael took some time out of his day to stay with Foxy and talk for a while. Foxy was Michael’s favorite animatronic.

“Hey Afton!” Foxy called. “How long has it been since you’ve been tickled?” He randomly asked.

Michael looked at Foxy with slight nervousness. “Uuhhh…Why?” He asked. Foxy ran up to him and picked up the man. “Cause I’m bored!”

Michael squeaked and tried to get Foxy to let go. “No! Wait! Please!”

“Naaah.” Foxy replied. “I wanna tickle you, dude! What’s so wrong about that?” Foxy asked as he started tickling his armpit. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! AAHAhahahahaha!” Michael threw his head back as laughter escaped him.

“Awwww! Listen to that laugh!” Foxy teased. “It’s like music to my ears!”

“Cohohome ohohon! Whyhyhyhyhy?” Michael asked. “Because it’s fun!” Foxy replied. “It’s really fun!”

Michael wiggled around and laughed as his armpits were tickled and teased with Foxy’s narrow fingers. “Quihihihihit ihihihihit! Ihihihit tihihicklehes!” Michael told him.

“It DoEs?! I DiDn’T rEaLiZe!” Foxy joked around.

Michael tried to playfully push Foxy. But Foxy didn’t even move.

“HA! Did you just try to push me?” Foxy laughed. “For that…” Foxy started squeezing his hip. “More tickles!”

Michael screeched and wheezed loudly. His hips were a really bad spot on him. “NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” Michael yelled. “Not fair?! You realize you can tickle me anytime, right?” He reacted.

“NOHOHO IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Michael argued. “YOHOHOU’RE AHAHA ROHOHOBOHOHOT!”

“Yeah! A robot that has ticklish spots! I thought you would remember that, Mr. Afton.” Foxy added. It was here that Michael realized something: Foxy was misidentifying Michael. Foxy thought Michael was actually William!

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT HIHIHIM!” Michael fought.

Foxy blinked. Wait, what?

“What?” The fox asked. Foxy stopped tickling and looked at Michael. “Let me see…” Foxy placed his cold hands onto Michael’s face and looked closer at Michael’s face.

He stared, and stared, and stared at Michael’s face. Michael awkwardly looked around, not sure how to react. “Uuuuhhhh…” He muttered out. Then, Foxy realized something! Once he found one difference, he started to notice many differences! “Wait a second! William didn’t have this!” Foxy pointed to a birthmark on his face. “And William didn’t have as many freckles as you have!” Foxy reacted. He even looked at Michael’s hair. “And Mr. Afton’s hair was dark brown, almost black! Yours is more brown with a ting of red in it!” Foxy reacted. “Not only that…” Foxy brought Michael over to the light of the window. “You look much younger than Mr. Afton!” Michael gently removed Foxy’s hand and hook. “My name is Michael.” He told him. “You really thought I was William?” He asked. Foxy looked at him. “I’m sorry. You look so much like him.” Foxy admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Michael smiled. “It’s alright. I’m far from the man that William was.” Michael told him.

“I can see that now. William had a stronger voice. And a temper…Your voice is more gentle. Though, you have similar voices.” Foxy admitted. Michael hugged Foxy. “Thank you.” Michael let go of him. “I’ve been trying to get out of his shadow for a lot of my life so far.” Michael told him. Foxy looked down. “I’m sorry.”

Michael shook his head and placed a hand on Foxy’s shoulder. “It’s alright. I understand.” Michael replied.

“So…What do you want me to call you?” Foxy asked. “Mr. Afton doesn’t really suit me like it suits my father. So, call me Michael.” Michael replied.

“Wait…Mr. Afton is your father?” Foxy asked. “Yeah…It’s why I look like him.” Michael explained.

“Oooh.” Foxy replied.

“The truth is…” Michael moved his bangs out of his face. “The only reason I let you call me Mr. Afton, was because you couldn’t shake the name. So I just let you call me that.” Michael explained.

“I see…” Foxy replied. Michael smiled and gave Foxy’s ears a little massage. Foxy suddenly smiled and leaned into the massage. It was here that Michael truly realized he could feel things. “You really do have feeling…” Michael reacted. “Does that mean you’re-”

“Ticklish?” Foxy finished. “Yup.”

Michael smirked and started skittering his fingers on Foxy’s upper sides first.

Foxy’s reaction was immediate: he snorted and bursted out giggling! “Ohohoho gohohohosh!”

Michael was ecstatic! “Whoa! This is awesome!” Michael reacted.

“Hahahahaha! Yeheheheah.” Foxy replied.

“How about your armpits! Are your armpits ticklish too?” Michael asked as he lifted an arm up.

“Wahahait Mihihike- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Foxy burst out.

Michael quickly stopped. “Too much?”

Foxy shook his head though. “Nohoho, ihihit’s fine.” Foxy replied.

Michael didn’t waste a second! He tickled Foxy’s armpits as quickly as he could. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”

Foxy doubled over and clamped his arms down. But Michael quickly noticed a problem the moment he felt pain in his hands. “Ooooowww! Uh…Foxy?” Michael asked.

“Whahahat?” Foxy replied.

“You’re kinda squishing my hands.” Michael complained. Foxy quickly opened his arms. “Sorry! So sorry!” Foxy apologized. “Ihit’s fine.” Michael replied. “Teaches me not to tickle your armpits.”

Foxy laughed at that. “True.”

Michael giggled and moved his hands to the middle of the belly. Foxy grabbed his hand and laughed as he wiggled around and hopped on his toes. “Ihihihit’s sohohoho bahahahad!”

“It Is?! I cOuLdN’t TeLL!” Michael joked, similarly to how Foxy joked earlier.

“Dohohohon’t cohohopy mehehehe, dihihipshihihit!” Foxy ordered.

Michael gasped. “Did you just SWEAR?!”

Foxy gasped and covered his mouth with his hook. “Uuuh…”

“You DID! I heard you!” Michael reacted. “Swearing sailors like you deserve to be PUNISHED!” Michael declared.

“NOHOHOHO!” Foxy begged.

“Oh yes~” Michael teased.

Foxy squealed as his rib region was tickled by Michael’s tiny fingers. For Foxy, it was like being tickled by toddler fingers.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY, IHIHIHI CAHAHAN TAHAHAHAKE THIHIHIS!” Foxy complained.

“Really? I’m surprised. You said this was so bad earlier, and now you’re saying you can take it!” Michael reacted. “Make up your mind, man!”

“NEHEHEHEVEHEHERR!” Foxy laughed. “Why not?!” Michael asked. “What’s so bad about making up your mind?”

Foxy soon pushed Michael to the ground and crawled onto him. “My turn again!” Foxy declared and started tickling with his metal fingers.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! HAHAHAhahahaha!” Michael laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Foxy teased.

“NOHOHO TEHEHEHEHEASIHIHING!” Michael begged. “But tickle tickle teasing is so fun! Wouldn’t you agree?” Foxy teased. Michael covered his face with his hands and whined. “Nohohohohohooooo…”

“Awwww, look at how flustered you are! Talk about CUTE!” Foxy teased.

Michael growled and twisted himself around so his belly was against the floor. “Ihihihi’m nahahat!” Michael argued. “Are you kidding?! You really have no clue how cute you are?!” Foxy reacted. “Speaking of cute: Is your back ticklish by any chance?” Foxy asked. “Ihihi- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael suddenly burst out laughing as Foxy’s evil little fingers started tickling up and down Michael’s back.

“Oooooh! I think so!” Foxy teased.

“QUIHIHIHIT THAHAHAHAHAT! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Michael ordered helplessly.

“Naaaah…I’m rather enjoying this!” Foxy told him.

Michael’s back was a really ticklish spot as well. So twisting around onto his belly was probing to be a really stupid move on Mike’s part. “Cohohome ohohohon! Thihihis ihihis sohohoho mehehehehean!” Michael complained.

“You’re complaining about back tickles right now. Are you seriously saying this is worse than getting your hand caught in my armpit?” Foxy asked. Michael continued to giggle and laugh as he thought about it. “Ahahahactually…”

“I knew it…The hand crush was so much worse.” Foxy joked. “Myhyhy hahahands fihihine thohohohough!” Michael told him. “True! But would you rather tickles on the back? Or a squished hand?” Foxy asked.

“Ihihihi’ll tahahahake thehehe bahahahack tihihicklehehes.” Michael replied. “I thought so.” Foxy said with his jaw open to reveal a toothy smile.

Foxy tickled Michael for a little while with no more dialogue between them. Well, save for the occasional replies to Michael’s protests. And in the end, Foxy ended up winning the tickle fight. Why? Well, despite having only 1 hand to tickle, Foxy is physically a lot stronger than Michael. Though, it didn’t exactly help that Michael was flesh and bone while Foxy was metal and…well, more metal.

Michael ended up needing to take a long break in order to pull himself together after the long tickle fight. But Michael didn’t mind. He was glad things turned out the way they did.

William was babysitting his only son, Michael. Michael had been running around for the last 8 minutes, just running circles around William.

“Play with me! Play with me! Play with me!” Michael begged.

“I’m tired, Michael.” William kept saying.

“Plaaaayyy!” He begged, shaking William’s knee around and bouncing in front of him.

“Play what?” William asked.

“Trucks!” Michael declared as he grabbed a bulldozer.

William sighed and smiled as he pushed the dump truck around.

“Beep beep!” Michael said.

William chuckled at that. “Beep beep indeed.”

“Look out!” Michael drove his bulldozer into the dump truck. “Crash!”

“Oh no! An explosion!” William reenacted a big explosion.

Michael laughed at this. “We need an abilance!” Michael said, grabbing the ambulance van and driving it up to the scene. “Save the sit sins!” Michael declared.

“Don’t you mean citizens?” William asked.

Michael frowned and blew raspberries with his tongue at him. William laughed at that. “Mature.”

“You’re ma-tre.” Michael muttered.

“Oh, growing sassy now, are you?” William asked.

“Sassy lassy!” Michael declared proudly.

William laughed. “Sassy classy lassy!”

“Sassy lassy rassy!” Michael rhymed.

William laughed harder. “Rassy isn’t even a word!”

“Is now!” Michael replied.

“Is not.” William told him.

“Now it is.” Michael replied.

“But it’s really not…” William argued.

“Is now!” Michael argued back.

William roared at him and tickled his sides and belly.

Michael let out the most high-pitched, happy little laughter he had ever heard in his life! “DAHAHADDYHY!”

“Yes, ya little nut?” William replied.

“STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHES!” Michael laughed.

“Oh no! What a horrible situation!” William teased.

Michael continued to laugh and squeak as his armpits were tickled next.

“EEEEHEHEHEHE! DADDYHYHYHYHYHY!” Michael laughed more.

“A little ticklish, Mikey?” William asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Michael replied.

“Oh? Then what do you call this?” William started poking at Michael’s open belly button. This made Michael squeal even more!

“EEEEEEEEEE! DADDY! EEEEEHEHEHE! TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Michael laughed and squirmed under William’s light grip.

“What a ticklish little belly button! I oughta-” William leaned in and started ‘nibbling’ on Michael’s belly. This made Michael laugh his head off all squeakily.

“EEHEEEHEHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed.

“Mmmm! That’s a tasty belly button!” William teased.

Eager to try and get his father back, Michael reached out to his Dad’s left foot and blew a raspberry it. “Now, Micha-AAAAAHAHAHAhahahahaha!”

William let go of Michael, which allowed Michael to get at his father’s foot more. “Kitchy kitchy koo Daddy!” He teased, tickling his foot more with his fingers this time. “HAhahahahahaha! Mihihihichahahael!” William giggled. “Nohohot fahahahair!” William told him.

“Unfair? How unfair? So unfair that you’ll get me after this?” Michael asked.

“YEHehehehehes!” William giggled.

“How about these teeny weeny tiny toesies?” Michael teased, pulling his toes back and tickling right under his toes.

William wheezed and pulled his foot back. “NOHOHOhoho!” William laughed.

“Awww…” Michael muttered. “I wanted to tickle for longer…”

“Well, you had your fun.” William told him. “Not yet!” Michael ran up to Willliam’s stomach and started tickling it. “More tickles for Daddy!”

William smiled and giggled at the tickles he was being given. It built just enough giggles up in his lungs to make them burst out with little resistance.

“Stahahahap ihihihit! Stahahahap ihihihi’m gohohonna pehehehee!” William laughed.

Michael laughed at the word pee. “You said pee!” He teased.

William groaned at that, but the groan was covered up with more giggles and laughs of his own. Michael loved hearing his Dad laugh like this. It made him happy knowing he could make his father happy with some simple finger skittering.

“Mihihihichaehehel! Plehehehehease!” William begged.

“Please? Please what?” He asked.

“Nohohoho mohohohore!” William laughed.

“Awww... Okay.” Michael agreed and stopped tickling him.

William’s giggles slowly started to die down as he laid there on the ground. “You...are getting really good at that.”

“Am I?!” He asked.

“Yes!” William replied.

Michael squealed and clapped his hands.

“Awww, you a happy Mikie?”

“I’M A HAPPY MIKIE!”

William laughed at this and picked up Michael. “WEEEEeee!” William spun Michael around with his arms extended outwards.

“WEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!” Michael squealed.

William paused, and spun him around again. “WEEEeeeeEEEEEeeEEEE!”

Michael squeaked and laughed. “WEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEE!”

William stopped and hugged Michael close. “I love you!”

Michael smiled and tickled his Dad’s neck. “I love you too!”

William squealed and giggled. “Stahahap…”

“No.” Michael tickled his Dad’s neck a little more.

“Stahahahap thahahahat, you ehehevil lil tihihickle monster!” William giggled.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Daddy! You’re ticklish everywhere!” Michael teased.

“Ahahaham nahahahat!” William argued.

“Are too, Will.” Someone said from over at the door.

William took a breath of relief as he realized the tickle monster’s mother was home.

“Hi sweetheart.” He said.

“Hello Will.” She replied, kissing him on the lips.

“Kissy kissy! Mwah mwah mwah!” Michael teased.

“Hey Michael! Wanna know where else your Daddy is ticklish?” She asked.

William widened his eyes and tried to run, but she had already grabbed his waist. “The hips!” William was pulled into a hug with fingers tickling his vulnerable hips. William SCREECHED like a parrot the moment his hips were tweaked and tickled. Michael watched with pure interest the moment his father was being tickled.

“He’s also ticklish on his belly button~”

She started poking his belly button, earning a squeal from William . “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

“You two share this tickle spot! If tickle spots were genetic, then you definitely got your ticklish belly button from your father.” Mike’s mother teased.

William cackled and laughed as his belly button was continuously tickled. “And one more spot:” She tickled under William’s chin. “He’s ticklish on the chin.”

William giggled and pushed her hand away gently. “Ohohokahahahay, thahahat’s ehehenohough!”

She stopped tickling and hugged him instead. But then she winked at Michael. Michael started giggling quietly as he realized something was up.

“One last tickle spot for you, Michael:” She started tickling the muscles and tendons in his back. “His back is a jackpot of ticklish spots.” She told him.

“NOHOHOHOhohohohoho!” William laughed.

“Yes!” She replied, tickling his shoulders.

“NAHAHAHAhahahAHAHAHAHA!” William laughed his head off.

“There we go! There’s that crazy laughter.” She teased.

“IHIHIHIHIS NAHAHAHAT!” William argued.

“Is too!” She replied.

“NOHOHOHOHOT!” William argued again.

“TOO!” Michael declared.

“See? Even Michael agrees that your laughter sounds a little crazy!” She teased.

“IHihihihihit dohohohoesn’t!” William whined.

“I think it does. Michael thinks it does! You’re at a losing streak there, Willy.” She teased.

William groaned. “Dohohohohon’t cahahahall mehehehe Wihihihilly!” William ordered.

“Telling me what to do even as you’re being tickled?” She reacted.

“Where is Daddy ticklish, Mommy?” Michael asked.

“Michael: Your father is the most ticklish person on the planet.” She told him. “Anywhere you tickle, he will react. Alright?” She added.

Michael put his hand on his forehead in a salute. “Ey ey, Mom!”

She laughed at this and stopped tickling to actually give him a hug this time. William soon melted into the hug, almost confident she was done. And she was!...