#switch!philza

A knock on the door turned on Phil’s attention, the avian hybrid walked towards the door, turning the handle and opening it. 

“Hey Phil…” 

Phil looked up seeing Sam in front of him, the creeper hybrids tail was tucked between his legs.

“Sam? Come in mate you look cold.” Phil didn’t waste a moment, allowing the warden inside. 

Sam sat on the couch. “Thanks…” 

Phil looked over at the kitchen area, grabbing a cup, a green liquid was poured in, Phil walked back to Sam, handing the warm liquid to the creeper. 

“Tea?” Phil said, Sam took it nodding. 

Sam reached for his mask, then he hesitated slowly putting his hand down, Phil noticed and smiled. 

“Mate your fine to take it off, I’ve never seen your face as much.” Phil smiled. 

Sam reached out, removing the mask from his face, placing it on the table. Showing his teeth and scales. 

“Wow…” Phil mumbled agasped. 

Sam tipped his head back a bit, sipping on the tea. While Phil tried to have some conversation. 

“So what brought you here?” Phil asked.

Sam sighed, thinking a bit. “I guess…I might be worrying about Tommy…ever since…Yknow…” 

Phil sighed, thinking about what happened, how Tommy came running over and Dream chasing him straight to his place, where the child was calling out to him.

“I just…” Phil’s train of thought was caught off by Sam speaking again. “I don’t want another incident like the Prison…I don’t want Tommy killed again- I don’t want anyone to not trust me…I was doing the right thing-“

Phil placed a cupped hand on Sam’s cheek, rubbing his pointer finger across the scales, stopping the rambling from Sam.

“It wasn’t your fault, true you might’ve left Toms in there. But the prison locked down…and that teletubby piece of shit is to blame as well.” Phil said, noticing how Sam squirmed a bit. “Sam?” 

“Phihihil!!!” Sam giggled. “Your hand is- thihihihihichling me!” 

Phil blinked, before a small smirk appeared on his face. He continued lightly tracing his fingers across his face. 

Sam was trying not to laugh, Phil only noticing a couple of snickers escaping. 

“Please let yourself laugh.” Phil said softly, lightly trailing Sam’s sides. 

Sam began giggling, his shoulders bouncing. Phil smiled, lightly trailing the creepers hybrid ribs. 

“PHIHIHIL!!!” Sam squeaked, squirming around, he wasn’t much of a giggly mess but here he was. 

Phil stopped after a few minutes. Sam looked back at him, and noticed something. 

“Are you alright Phil?” Sam asked with a small worry, Phil blinked confused. 

“Why wouldn’t I be mate?” 

“I mean…” Sam began. “Tommy told me you used to tickle him or anyone with your wings…why’d you not use them with me?”

“One.” Phil stated. “I didn’t know if you could handle it, Two, I-“ Phil’s sentence was cut off by a sneeze from the avian hybrid.

Sam looked up. “You were saying?” 

“I-“ Phil sentence was cut off by another sneeze, louder than the last one. And then another, him landing on the floor below.

“It’s a cold.” Phil sniffled, black feathers on his body, ears, his wings a bit fluffier. “From the Arctic, and the transformation is a hybrid instinct…avians don’t do well in cold temperatures.” 

Sam smiled, sitting next to the avian hybrid, wrapping him into a hug.

“Attempting to warm you up.” Sam smiled. “If this helps.” 

Phil rested his head on Sams chest nodding, the creeper hybrid smiling. 

Sam noticed Phil moving a bit when his hand wrapped his hand around his side, but relaxed. A question sprung on Sam’s mind. 

“Phil?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you ticklish?” 

Phil flushed a bit, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. The pros won. 

“A bit…” Phil mumbled. “Only in certain areas it’s bad.”

Sam lit up a bit, smiling. “May I?” 

Phil sighed, if it makes him and Sam feel better it’s fine. “Fine but when I say stop, stop, got it?” 

Sam smiled, allowing Phil to sit up. “Promise.”

Phil sat across from Sam, who sat in front of the avian, wiggling his fingers as a tease.

“You ready?” Sam asked, Phil nodded a wobbly smile already on his face. 

Sam lightly traced his claws across Phil’s ears. Phil squeaked, honest to death herself squeaked. 

“Was that you?” Sam asked, teasingly and confused from the sounds from the hybrid.

“Nohohohoho itit wahahas my chahaht!” Phil giggled, referring to the murder of birds. “Ohohof cohohourse ititit wahahas mehehehe!” 

“That was so cute!” Sam said excitedly, never hearing Phil so giggly.

“Shuhuhuhush!” Phil chuckled, squeaking. 

Sam moved his hands over to Phil’s neck, Phil’s laughter went up a bit, laughing wildly scrunching his shoulders up. 

“Aw, ticklish neck Phil?” Sam cooed, scribbling across the sensitive area. 

“Yeheheheah!” Phil giggled, balling his fists on his side. 

“Coochie Coochie Coo!” Sam teased. “Widdle squeaks coming from the widdle giggle monster~” 

Sam pulled Phil into a hug almost, as he teased him, with an inhale, he blew a raspberry into the ticklish skin, nibbling a bit with his teeth.

Phil shrieked, squirming around, his laughter going up an octave. 

“NAHAHAHAHA!” Phil screamed. “SAHAHAHM THAHAHAHAT THIHIHICKLES!!!” 

“Oh I’m aware.” Sam smirked, continuing the teases. “And you’re clearly a widdle bit sensitive~” 

“I AM NAHAHAHAT!!!” Phil squealed, another raspberry from Sam sent the avian into a series of snorts. 

“Awww! And I thought snorting was the pigs job!” Sam chuckled, using one hand to scribble across Phil’s neck and the other for his ears.

“Shuhuhuhush I cahahant hehehelp itit!” Phil giggled, a pink flush on his cheeks. He was embarrassed a bit about showing his giggly side but he did ask for it after all, plus it was helping him with making him a bit warmer. 

Sam stopped after a few minutes, leaving the avian a giggly mess on the floor. 

“Ready for round two?” Sam asked, Phil nodded. 

Sam touched Phil’s thighs, Phil gave a sharp inhale. This is gonna be fun. 

Sam began clawing Phil’s lower thighs. Phil squealed, squeaking a bit, kicking out his legs. 

“Someone got ticklish legs?” Sam cooed. “How adorable.” 

“Shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck up! I dohoho nahahahat!” Phil giggled, a embarrassed smile on his face.

“Your laughter and legs kicking say otherwise.” Sam said, proceeding to squeeze his lower thighs, relishing in the squeaks and giggles escaping from Phil. 

“Yohohou are-hehehe! Wahahay tohoho hahapy about thihihis!” Phil whined,small squeaks of giggles escaping his mouth. 

“Well obviously!” Sam smiled, continuing to squeeze his thighs, relishing in the squeals and kicks he received. “Not everyday you find out another hybrid is ticklish!” 

The thigh tickling lasted longer than Phil thought. Sam looked at the giggly puddle that was Philza at the moment.

“You okay to continue?” Sam asked, Phil nodded. 

Sam carefully removed the green kimono. With Phil’s premssion, he carefully lifted his shirt up a bit to reveal his stomach.

Sam began to scribble his fingers across Phil’s sides. The avian biting his lip, attempting to stop the bubbly laughter building up in his throat. 

“Awe, does Philza Minecraft have a sensitive spot~” Sam cooed, scribbling across the skin. “Coochie Coochie coo! Widdle giggle monster in here~” 

“PFFT-GAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, his laughter kicking up a bit as well as his thrashing. 

“Awe there we go~” Sam cooed. “But since this isn’t enough…”

Sam began doing small traces down Phil’s sides, up to his ribs.

“AHAHAHA! NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil squealed. “ITITIT THIHIHICKLES!!!” 

“Well I would think so.” Sam said, wiggling his fingers across each bone.

Sam luckily stopped but he wasn’t done yet. Using a feather he got from Phil’s wings earlier, he lightly moved it across Phil’s stomach, smiling at the giggles and squeaks he got.

“SAHAHAM!” Phil squealed. 

Sam stopped, allowing Phil to breathe. The creeper moving back to Phil’s wings and back sitting behind him. 

“Wow, your wings are really soft.” Sam smiled, stroking his nails across the feathers. 

“T-thanks…” Phil mumbled, a flush on his face, attempting to not laugh.

“Not used to complements?” Sam smirked, teeth showing as he began tracing the base of the black feathered appendages.

“Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his wings flapping weakly on the floor.

“Aw! How cute!” Sam smiled, trailing his nails across Phil’s back. 

“EEP! Ehehehehahaha!!!” Phil squealed, snorting, light giggles escaping his mouth.

“Oh I got a idea!” Sam said. 

Aniticpation filled Phil’s belly from the silence, before a tingling sensation on his spine made him shriek. 

Sam chuckled, as the avians wings dropped like deadweight as he squealed, Sam blowing another raspberry into his skin, shaking his head to amplify the sensations. Skittering his nails into Phil’s ribs, wiggling across each bone. 

“STOP! STAHAHAP!!!! SAHAHAM PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI CAHAHANT-NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, screaming in laughter. 

Sam stopped, continuing to muss around Phil’s ears and neck in an attempt to calm him down. Phil melted and relaxed into the gentle tickling. 

“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Sam said, the avian hybrid resting on his chest. 

“It’s alright…just a bit overwhelming is all.” Phil chuckled.

“Heh…” Sam smiled. “Glad I could help out, now, I gotta head back to the prison.” 

“See ya around mate!” Phil waved, the creeper closing the door behind him. 

Phil hopped back up on the couch, laying back a bit, when a large boom caught his attention. 

“What the fuck-“ Philza squinted his eyes.

Philza looked out the window, seeing a large portal open up, followed by two people falling out, the portal closing down upon opening. 

Philza grabbed his kimono, running out of the house as fast as he could. Techno had given him a metal wing so he could fly, he currently wore it, taking off to see where the people landed. 

Only one thing was clear.