#switch!smg3

SMG3 growled as he stood on the ground. “Give it back!” 

SMG4 jumped to the couch. “Or what, princess?” He asked back. 

“Or I’ll kill you!” SMG3 threatened. 

“Awww, how sweet of you…” SMG4 teased. 

SMG3 jumped to the other side of the couch. “I SWEAR-” 

SMG4 jumped to the coffee table. “A lot of anger for a princess wanna-be.” SMG4 teased. 

“Shut up!” SMG3 jumped at SMG4, tackling him down from the coffee table to the carpet. “GIVE IT!” 

SMG4 kept moving it out of three’s reach. “Gimme gimme never get!” He reached out to the other side. “Don’t you know your manners yet?” Four teased. 

“Okay, fine.” SMG3 sighed and calmed himself for a moment. “...Please?” He asked him calmly. 

“Please what?” SMG4 asked. 

“Please can I have my notebook back?” SMG3 asked with a slight bit of annoyance peeking through. 

SMG4 placed his fingers onto his chin. “Hmmmm…” He mumbled. 

SMG3 frowned and crossed his arms. “Yes, or no?” He asked. 

SMG4 thought for another moment. “Hmmm…Nah.” SMG4 declared, sliding out from under Three. 

“HEY!” SMG3 yelled, grabbing his lower legs. 

SMG4 kicked his hands off them. “Gotta earn it!” SMG4 scooted back and got up onto his feet. 

“YOU LITTLE-” SMG3 sprinted after him, and chased him through the castle. Stupid Four…always taking his shit…

As they sprinted through the castle, their yelling could be heard by some members for only a few seconds. Tari had looked up from her computer for a second, before shrugging her shoulders and returning to her game. Bob let out a “Huh?” sound, before sighing and returning to whatever he was doing. 

SMG4 jumped up to the counter in the kitchen. SMG3 followed suit, and tried to grab his notebook. But SMG4 held it out towards the empty garbage can. “Don’t make me do it, Three…” SMG4 warned with a smirk. 

SMG3 gasped and stared at it…before growling and tickling his armpit. 

“aAHAHA-” SMG4’s arm instinctively shrunk against his side as giggles left his mouth. “Nohoho!” 

“Give it!” SMG3 grabbed it, but Four wouldn’t let go. SMG4 only reached out and started tickling him back. 

“Ahaha-!” SMG3 jumped and squeaked, letting go of the notebook before reaching out as Four jumped off the counter to the floor. “NO!” 

Four stuck the landing…Only to get tackled back down to the ground by Three. “HEY!” 

SMG3 wrestled him to get it back. “It’s mine!” he yelled. 

“No way!” SMG4 poked and tweaked his sides and armpit to make him stop reaching. 

“aAha- I swear- Gahaha! Stahap it- GaHAA!” Three struggled to control himself as Four kept tickling him. 

“You gonna let me read it yet?” Four asked. 

“Nohoho wahay!” SMG3 tried to wrestle with him to get his notebook back. But the bastard wouldn’t stop tickling him! 

“Stop reaching for it, and I may give it back.” Four mentioned to him. 

“Ihihit’s- aAAAH! It’s MINE!” SMG3 yelled at him. “Fuck this!” He suddenly started tweaking and kneading SMG4’s sides and ribs right back. 

“oOHNOHO! HAHAhahaha- Duhude stahahap!” SMG4 giggled and laughed, trying to keep the notebook away from him despite the tickles. But it was already proving to be difficult. 

“Whahat? Cahan’t handle what yohohou dihish out?” SMG3 asked before squeezing his side. 

“Ihi cahan- FahAHAHAHA!” SMG4 threw his head back with a cackle. “DOHOHON’T! EEHEHEHEEK!” SMG4 shoved the book into the pocket of his overalls, and hugged himself. “Stahahapihihit!” He giggled. 

“Aw, come on!” SMG3 grumbled. “Really?!” He tried to reach for his book, but it was practically being caged behind Four’s arms. He grumbled and resumed tickling him in lower spots like his hips. “Let go!” He ordered. 

SMG4 squealed as his hip was squeezed. “GAHAHA! FUCKNO!” SMG4 started kicking his feet wildly. “STOHOHOP!” 

“I’ll stop when you give it back!” SMG3 responded. 

“NEHEVERRR!” SMG4 yelled back, his giggles getting noticeably higher. 

“Don’t make me do it.” SMG3 warned. 

“Dohoho what?” SMG4 asked. 

“This.” SMG3 moved his one hand down to his lower leg, and pushed it down. With the other hand, SMG3 started tickling behind his knee. 

SMG4 gasped and covered his mouth as a big squeal exploded from his mouth. “FAHAHACK- NO!” He squealed as squeaky giggles left his mouth. “NAHAT THEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Give me back my notebook, and I may stop tickling you.” Three stated, similarly to SMG4’s warning a few minutes earlier.

“NEHEHEVER! NOHOHO CHAHANCE!” SMG4 yelled back. 

SMG3 let out a dramatic sigh. “Then it looks like I’ll have to tickle you till you pass out.” He declared in fake-sympathy. 

“SHIHIHIT-” SMG4 cackled and laughed, still refusing to let go of the damn book. It’s just a journal! What could be so secretive about this journal that NO ONE can read it?! Is it really THAT secretive, that you’ll tickle someone till they pass out, just to get it back?! “THREEEHEHEHEEE! STAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!” He yelled, kicking his free foot as much as he could. 

“You gonna give it back yet?” SMG3 asked. 

“NOHOHO!” SMG4 instinctively said. “WAIT-” 

“Oh, still no?!” SMG3 reacted rather calmly, considering the situation. 

“NO NO-” SMG4 shouted, as if trying to retract his answer. “Okay. Looks like I’ll just have to…” SMG3 reached up his pants to the knee, and started gently scratching his nails against the bare skin under his overalls. 

And boy, did SMG4 HOWL! His foot started kicking even more than before! The man somehow managed to curl himself up even more! And his laughter was getting higher and higher with every given moment! Even SMG3 was impressed by Four’s vocal range! 

“Damn…Has your voice always been that high?!” SMG3 finally spoke up. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! YOHOU DICK!” He shouted. 

SMG3 couldn’t help but laugh. “Dick?! That’s rich coming from the diary thief.” SMG3 mentioned.

YOHOHOU’RE SOHO MEEHEHEHEEEAN!” SMG4 yelled back at him. 

“If you just give back my diary…” SMG3 started to say, slowing his fingers for a few moments. “Then I’ll stop tickling you. That’s all I ask.” He told him. 

SMG4’s laughter lessened to quick, shallow breaths. He quickly took advantage of the break, allowing himself to breathe and recover. “Ihi…I wahahas gonna sahay…” SMG4 started. 

“Yeeeeesss?” SMG3 asked playfully. “You were gonna say…” 

SMG4 let out a big breath. “Why do you keep this thing so secret?” He asked. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Because it’s my diary? I thought that would’ve been obvious, dumbass.” SMG3 told him. 

“...Well if you’re talking to me like that…Then I may never give it back to yo-” SMG4’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own making. “eeEEEEHEEEK! FUHUCK! DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” SMG4 yelled, feeling the damn fingers against the back of his knee again.

“I think you forgot who’s in control during this whole ‘wrestling’ thing.” SMG3 reminded him. “You’re really not gonna surrender my notebook?” He asked. 

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T-” SMG4 started to say. 

“Fine. Then my offer still stands. Surrender it now, or forever laugh until you pass out.” SMG3 declared as he resumed tickling his nemesis. “Either way, you’ll never read it. Especially when you keep stealing it all the time.” He warned. 

“SHIHIHIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRYYYY!” SMG4 shouted. 

“Sorry Four, but ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it.” He warned. “Either let go, or die laughing.” He reminded him. 

“IHIHIHI- HAHAHAHAHA!” SMG4 tried to lift himself up with his left arm…only to drop from tickly weakness. “Dahahammit!” He squealed and kicked his other foot again. “FIHIHINE!” He yelled. 

“Hm?” SMG3 looked at Four. “Fine what?” He asked. 

“IHIHI’LL GIHIHIVE IHIT BACK! JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” He shouted. 

“Pardon me, but that’s not how this exchange works.” SMG3 reminded him. “Either put the notebook onto the ground, or keep showing me that childish laugh of yours.” SMG3 declared. 

SMG4 squealed and instinctively hugged himself tightly again. “OHOHOKAHAY! PLEHEHEHEASE!” He begged. 

“You know my bargain.” SMG3 muttered. 

SMG4 shook his head and finally grabbed the purple notebook. He pulled it out of his overall pocket, and threw it against the ground. 

“Good, good. Now push it away from you.” SMG3 ordered. 

“WHahahat?! Thahat wahahasn’t-” A huge fit of cackles exploded from his body in zero seconds flat. “Push it away!” SMG3 ordered. 

SMG4 finally lifted his hands up in defence, and pushed the book about 5 feet away from him. With that, SMG3 finally stopped tickling. 

SMG4’s laughter slowly began dying down to giggly, shaky breaths…While SMG3 got up onto his feet, and grabbed his notebook back. 

“There. Was that so hard?” SMG3 asked his nemesis as he walked away. But as he started to walk off, he felt a hand grab his ankle, making him fall to the ground. “OW! What-” 

“Is that all?” SMG4 asked him in an evil tone. “How about you see just how hard it is after experiencing it yourself?” SMG4 got himself onto his knees, and pulled SMG3 closer to him. 

SMG3 was sitting at the TV, bored as all hell. He was flipping through the channels, trying to find something half decent to watch. He wasn’t desperate for anything on the TV…he just wanted something slightly entertaining to make the time pass by a little quicker. 

Wheel of Fortune…boring…

Big Bang Theory…not in the mood…

Grey’s Anatomy…Kinda stupid…

Spongebob…Nah, not today…

No, no. 

South Park? Nah…

Boring, Stupid- Wait, was that Mario? 

SMG3 went back a couple channels, and found a rerun of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show. SMG3 raised his eyebrow as he saw what looked to be a baby version of Peach, being babysat by Mario, Luigi and Toad. SMG3 decided to keep this on for a bit, wanting to see where this episode goes. It’s actually kinda funny seeing the low-quality show being played on live TV. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he watched Mario make a hang glider out of sticks and a leaf. He watches as ‘Sky Mario’ saves baby Peach from the dangling branch, and carries her in the hang glider. But while they’re gliding, SMG3 raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw as baby Peach starts tickling Mario mid-flight! 

Wait, Mario’s ticklish?! 

SMG3 tilted his head. Not just ticklish too…Apparently he’s ticklish enough that he lets go of the glider and falls into…A bunch of mud?! It’s enough to make SMG3 smile with laughter. It was a silly little clip on its own, and presented him a whole other side to the strict, slightly violent Peach he knew today. As it turns out…Peach was a little shit as a baby! 

SMG3 opened up his phone, and texted his brother. 

[Hey. Watching Super Mario Super Show. Didn’t realize Peach had such a silly streak. And Mario’s ticklish?! Who would’ve thought] 

SMG3 watched as the three typing dots turned into a message. 

[2 Plumbers and a Baby?] 

SMG3 checked the guide and replied. 

[Yup.] 

SMG3 looked at the phone as a message showed up. 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkaGw8sGyeU] 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow, and clicked the link. It took him to a youtube video of the same episode he was watching! SMG3 chuckled and replied to the message. 

[Yup. That’s it. So it’s true then? Mario’s ticklish?] He replied. 

SMG3’s anticipation turned to excitement almost immediately the moment he saw SMG4’s answer. 

[Yes…Mario is ticklish. Why?] 

SMG3 threw his phone into his pocket and sprinted right out of the room. He ran out of his cafe, and straight to SMG4’s castle. He HAD to find Mario and try this out. If this clip is true…then SMG3 MIGHT FINALLY HAVE A NEW REVENGE TACTIC! 

Yes, making Mario scream will always be a whole other level of entertainment. And yes, tickling is a more childish option…But, come on! Maybe SMG3’s getting bored of hearing Mario’s painful screams. Maybe he’s looking for a new involuntary response from him…Or maybe the curiosity is just killing him…

Whatever, doesn’t matter! Because it didn’t take long for SMG3 to find Mario screwing around on SMG4’s computer. 

“Mario!” SMG3 yelled, sprinting into the room. 

“WAH!” Mario screeched and turned around. “SMG3?” He said in a multitude of clips merged into one. 

SMG3 took one glance at the computer screen and sighed. Predictably, Mario was looking at pictures of spaghetti again…

Whatever. Not important. “Okay. Do you remember the Super Show?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario hummed and thought for a moment. Slowly, several clips from the show began to fill his mind. He looked back at SMG3. “Yeah! I quote that show all the time!” He proceeded to raddle on about the quote Mario had told Luigi about where babies come from. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “...Huh. Right, I guess that makes sense.” SMG3 muttered. He quickly shook his head. “Anyway, I may or may not have watched a rerun on TV.” SMG3 told him in a slightly teasy tone. 

Mario went starry-eyed. “Oh boy! You can still watch it?! Which-a episode?!” Mario asked. 

SMG3 giggled a little and crossed his arms. “Two Plumbers and a Baby. The one where Peach gets turned into a baby, for some reason?” SMG3 asked. 

Mario thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to remember that story. “Oh! Right! Peach was-a thrown into the fountain of youth, and became a baby.” a slight blush appeared on his face. “Mario had to-a babysit…” He admitted. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled out his phone. “Out of the whole episode…” He started the youtube video and handed Mario the phone. “-This part stuck out to me.” 

Mario watched the moment with pure happiness. “Ah, yes! Mario had to save her!” He told him. “waAH!” Mario’s eyes widened with horror the moment he saw it…

The part where Mario was being tickled by baby Peach while flying a homemade hang glider…

Mario slowly blinked. “Hehehehe…” He giggled awkwardly. “Right…” 

SMG3 smirked. “I didn’t realize Peach was so mischievous as a kid.” SMG3 reacted. 

Mario scratched the back of his head. “Gliding with-a baby Peach was a big mistake.” Mario told him. 

SMG3 let out his villainous giggle. “Yeah, I can tell.” SMG3 walked up to take his phone back. But the purple man just couldn’t resist the urge to poke Mario’s ribs a couple times. 

“eeEEK! Hey!” Mario reacted, his face morphing into shock and annoyance. “No!” 

SMG3 chuckled. “Are you really that ticklish?” SMG3 asked, before poking Mario’s ribs a few more times. “To the point of nearly falling to your death?!” He asked next. 

Mario kept squeaking and jumping, struggling to cover up his sides. “Noooo!” Mario yelled before trying to slap his hand away. 

SMG3 paused and took a moment to study the video again. “According to the video…” SMG3 muttered out loud. “You seem to be ticklish on your neck and armpits?” SMG3 asked out loud. SMG3 widened his eyes as a gloved hand stole his phone away. “HEY!” 

“Stop-a watching it!” Mario ordered. 

“Give me back my phone!” SMG3 ordered back. 

“No!” Mario shot back. “You’re not my Dad!” Mario’s voice changed to match the meme he was referencing. “Anyway, why do you care so much?! It’s just a stupid TV show.” Mario reacted. 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow. “I think the real question is; Why do YOU care so much?! Was the show correct?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario widened his eyes as he felt the blush on his face deepening. “Uh…” 

SMG3 sighed and put out his hand. “We can stop talking about it if you give me my phone back.” He compromised. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him and hummed with hesitation. But not even a second later, Mario smiled and closed his eyes. “Okay!” He gave SMG3 his phone back. 

“Thanks.” SMG3 put it into his pocket. “Now where was I?” SMG3 suddenly slid up to Mario and wrapped his arm around his middle. Knowing that the video was now true, SMG3 went straight for his neck first. 

Mario guffawed and immediately tried to move his fingers away. “NO! Hahaha! Leave me alone! Hehehe- Stop it!” Mario’s voice kept changing to references as he struggled within his grasp. 

“Jesus, you’re stronger than you look.” SMG3 reacted. “I might have to get Eggdog in here to hold you down.” 

“You bastard!” Mario attempted to kick SMG3 off him, but to no avail. 

“Jesus!” He somehow managed to catch Mario’s ankle. “Keep kicking me, and I’ll go for your foot.” 

Mario widened his eyes at SMG3. “....Piss.” He muttered, imitating yet another meme. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled on his ankle, bringing Mario slightly closer to him. With Mario closer, SMG3 sat on his big waist and wiggled his fingers at him. “Now you’re mine~” SMG3 teased. 

Mario guffawed. “HA! GAAAYYY!” He shouted. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He grasped and raised Mario’s left arm above his head. 

“NO WAIT WAIT WAIT-!” Mario shouted before guffawing. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Mario busted out cackling the moment Three’s fingers even touched his armpit. Mario squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rather helplessly. “LET ME GOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Nah, I’d rather not- BaHA!” SMG3 jumped and let go, hugging himself and throwing his head back with cackles. “STAHAHAP WHOHO IHIS THAHAHAT?!” SMG3 asked. 

“Oh, I think you know EXACTLY who this is.” A familiar voice replied rather proudly. 

“SMG4!” Mario reacted with a big smile. 

“You really thought you could ask me if Mario’s ticklish without explaining why?!” SMG4 asked as he dug his fingers further into his sides. 

“YEHEHEHES! LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHOHONE!” SMG3 shrieked as he tried to push his brother’s hands off. 

“Nah, I don’t wanna. You deserve this.” SMG4 replied with pure brotherly triumph. 

Mario had gotten up, and pulled out his phone. Eager to save this moment, Mario pointed the camera towards the boys and clicked the ‘record’ button. 

“MAHARIO, YOHOU ASSHOLE!” SMG3 shouted. 

SMG4 looked up at Mario and guffawed. “HA! You’re brutal! Talk about blackmail!” He reacted. 

“PUHUT THE PHONE AWAHAHAY!” SMG3 attempted to order. 

SMG4 chuckled. “What’s wrong, Three? Too ticklish to hold your smolder?” He teased. 

Mario chuckled. “Imagine how the girls would react seeing this side of him~” He teased. 

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!” He finally let out. 

SMG4 widened his eyes with shock. “Uh…Maybe let’s keep the fans out of this.” SMG4 offered. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine!” He looked down slightly and mumbled the words “party pooper”. 

SMG4 smirked a slight bit. “Though, I will show you something else.” He told him. “Come here! And bring the camera!” He commanded excitedly. 

Mario tilted his head and walked closer. “Hmmm…” He hummed softly. 

“Hey! Get that camera out of my face!” SMG3 yelled. “I swear to god-” SMG3’s blushy anger slowly changed to shock as four grabbed his hands and placed them above his head. “Uh- NO! Dude, I will KILL YOU!” His voice was getting abnormally higher with a large hint of desperation.

“Nah.” SMG4 declared, following it up with a poke to his belly. 

SMG3 squeaked and attempted to curl up his body further. But no matter how much he wanted to cover up his sides, he just couldn’t! It was driving him absolutely insane! “SHIT!” He shouted. 

“Damn, I’ve never seen you so powerless and scared before.” SMG4 admitted as he wiggled his fingers dangerously closer to his side. “Any last words?” He asked him. 

SMG3 slowly looked up and narrowed his eyes at Four. “I hope you fucking-...Fuckin’...You little-...I swear-…F…Fuckin-...Fuck you.” He finally spat out. 

SMG4 hung his head and snickered. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He dropped Three’s hands and shoved his hands into his ribs. SMG3 shrieked and threw his head back. “BAHAHAHA! FUCK! FUCKING SHIHIHIHIT!” 

“Watch your profanity.” Mario said in the same voice as the original memed moment. “FUCK YOHOHOUU!” SMG3 shouted back at him. 

“...Okay.” He said in the exact same voice as the vine. 

SMG3 was wiggling as much as his body could. Which wasn’t a lot, but it was honest work. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOU TWOHOHO!” He shouted at them. 

“Awww!” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle. “How cute!” 

“I know, right?!” Mario responded. 

SMG3 shook his head as he kept failing to stop his hands. If you thought SMG3’s face was red before…It certainly was now! 

“Who knew SMG3 could be so adorable!” Mario teased with a snicker. “I’d even say this is cuter than Eggdog’s whimpers!” Mario added. 

Oh god…Cuter than Eggdog? That’s…

Wait! Eggdog?! EGGDOG! THAT’S IT!

“EGGDOG? EGGDOG-HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” He screamed. 

In no time at all, Eggdog came running into the room. The only thing Mario was able to get out, was an “OH FUCK-” before bracing for impact. As a large crash filled the room, the camera Mario was formally holding, could be seen floating in the air for a couple moments like a looney tunes cartoon before it also fell to the ground with a little clonk. 

“WAAAHAhaha! Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit-ohSHIT-OHSHIT!” Mario could be heard wheezing as he felt Eggdog lick his neck and chin. 

“Yeah! Get ‘em, Eggdog!” SMG3 yelled eagerly. 

“Well, you got Mario down…” SMG4 admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped me-” SMG4 teased. 

SMG4’s proud words were quickly shot out the window the moment SMG3’s purple body dashed towards SMG4 and tackled him to the ground. “OW!” SMG4 sat himself up, only to be pushed back down to the ground. “HEY-” SMG4 threw his head back and wheezed the moment three’s hands went for his armpits. “DUHUDE WHYHYHYHY?!” He yelled. 

“Because I wanted to contradict you!” Three admitted. 

“FUCK YOHOHOU!” SMG4 yelled. 

“No need. Already done.” SMG3 teased with a wink. 

This comment alone, prompted a punch to the face to get Three off him. And thankfully, that’s all it took to stop the revenge. 

Meanwhile, Mario didn’t seem to catch Three’s reference due to still being tickled by Eggdog. It was only when Three directed Eggdog, that Eggdog finally stopped and got off Mario. Mario laid somewhat limp on the ground for a second. 

“So…” SMG4 looked at SMG3. “You proud of yourself?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 smirked a little. “I’d say so, yeah.” He replied. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes at the response before getting up onto his feet. 

The whole group seemed to disperse after this. Mario went back to doing whatever he was doing. SMG4 went back to whatever he was doing earlier, while SMG3 went back to the couch to watch TV. It was almost like the moment never even happened. 

So what did SMG3 learn today? Well, Mario’s ticklish. It’s confirmed by the tv show, and it’s now confirmed in the Glitchy World too. And as weird as it sounds, SMG3 can now rest easy knowing that Mario has a weakness he can exploit to keep him in line. 

After settling on an episode of 9-1-1 Lonestar, SMG3 sat back and attempted to gather the plot partway through the episode. But his attention would be cut short by a text message from his phone. 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: Funny video of SMG3! :D] 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: IMG_9087] 

SMG3 widened his eyes. Did-did Mario just send the video of him being tickled?! 

This single video was so momentarily distracting, that SMG3 didn’t even notice the shadowy figure shaped like Mario, who was slowly raising itself up from behind the couch…

[Dear Diary…] He scribbled in his purple diary with his pencil. He had only been writing for about 5 minutes before he felt someone watching him. He could see a growing shadow covering his own. He widened his eyes and paused his writing, as he feared who might be standing right behind him…

“Whatcha writing?” The familiar voice asked. 

SMG3 yelped and fell forward, dropping his diary in the process. He gasped with fear before grabbing his diary and holding it against his chest. “NOTHING!” He shouted to his brother. 

“Oh really?” SMG4 asked with a smirk, poking his leg. 

“I said NOTHING!” SMG3 threw him a kick before sitting up and scooting a couple feet away. “Go away!” He ordered. 

SMG4 had crossed his arms, still smirking. “So protective over a little book…” He taunted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “A little book?!” He stood up and smirked as he showed his brother the diary. “This ‘little book’ is filled with all my plans for destroying the world.” He said, rather proudly as he flipped a page in his book. “Only the true villains of this world can read my special plans for world domination.” SMG3 declared next. 

“Does your ‘world domination’ plan include…” SMG4 narrowed his eyes as he read the notebook title. “taking Egg Dog to the park?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3’s face turned to shock and fear. “Wha-?!” He looked at his book and quickly closed the book. “NO! You-” He grumbled. “You didn’t read that.” 

SMG4 chuckled. “I wonder what other juicy secrets you like to keep in that diary…” SMG4 asked aloud. “NO.” SMG3 backed up, holding his book as closely as he possibly could against his person. “No one is allowed to read this. NOT EVEN YOU.” He warned. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes. “Like I’m gonna tell the world your secrets…” SMG4 muttered. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets…” SMG3 mentioned. 

SMG4’s face morphed into shock and anger. “Excuse me?! I have kept many of your secrets!” He argued. 

“Oh yeah?” SMG3 crossed his arms. “Like what?” 

SMG4 thought for a moment, unsure at first…

but the man quickly widening his eyes once he remembered one big secret he NEVER spilled to anyone…Mostly because he’s scared of the repercussions, but still…He never did tell…so therefore it counts. 

SMG3 could see the gears spinning in his brother’s head…and he could feel sweat developing on his forehead. “Wha-What’s with that face?” He asked nervously, adjusting his grip on his notebook. 

SMG4 was smirking and snickering a bit. “I have never mentioned how ticklish you are.” He mentioned somewhat quietly, as to make sure nobody else could hear him except his brother. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and felt the fear developing in his gut. “O-Oh-...” He muttered, unable to hide his slight embarrassment. “I…Okay…Okay, that’s true…” He mentioned, feeling his blush deepen. 

SMG4 started to walk up to his brother with his hands behind his back. “But why bother keeping your secrets if you’re not even gonna trust me with your diary?” SMG4 asked, his plan already being put into motion. 

SMG3 gulped as he felt the fear overtaking him. “U- SMG4?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Yeeeeessss?” SMG4 replied, walking to his other side, making SMG3 turn his head to the other side to look at him. 

SMG3 could already feel the butterflies filling his belly, making him want to giggle from anticipation alone. “C-Can’t wehe talk about this?” SMG3 tried to offer, backing up from his brother a little bit. 

SMG4 rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmmmmm…” He hummed rather dramatically. He looked at his brother as he paused his chin stroking, a smirk slowly filling his lips once again. The man just could not keep a straight face to save his life. “Nah.” SMG4 grabbed the purple diary with his left hand, and lifted it up above his brother’s head. 

Naturally, SMG3 kept his grip on the diary, refusing to let it go. “NO! LET GO!” SMG3 shouted at him. 

“Noooo, you let go~!” SMG4 poked his belly a few times and tweaked his left side a few times with his right hand. 

“aAH! NO!” SMG3 could feel a stupid little wobbly grin forming on his face. “Come on- EEEK!” He curled his body inward slightly, lifting up his right leg to cover up his side slightly. But the man was still holding onto his diary for dear life…and with his precious diary (and his hands) above his head, he was pretty much exposing his vulnerable spots for his brother to take advantage. “Duhude- EEHEEK!” He shrieked almost like a little girl as his brother poked his inner belly. 

“Really determined to keep that diary, huh?” SMG4 asked, both admiring and laughing at his brother for refusing to let go despite the tickles. “Well, I hate to break it to you…” SMG4 brought his open hand back, and wiggled his 5 fingers. “But I know you’re not gonna last very long.” SMG4 reminded him. 

SMG3 huffed and breathed in slightly, trying to calm himself down despite the adrenaline overpowering him. “You- You’re being ridiculous!” SMG3 argued, pulling on his diary. 

SMG4 raised his left eyebrow. “Ridiculous?!” SMG4 reacted. “What are you talking about?! This isn’t even CLOSE to ridiculous!” SMG4 argued, before changing his approach. “But THIS…” SMG4 brought his fingers up to his armpits. “THIS would be ridiculous.” He declared. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he sensed his impending doom once again. “Ohno…” He muttered, getting even more nervous. Dammit, his brother knew just how bad his armpits were. 

SMG4’s hand made contact with his armpits, causing SMG3 to hitch his breath. 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 said, fluttering his fingers once. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and gasped. “OHGOD-” 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 fluttered them again. 

“eeEEEEK!” SMG3 squealed super loudly. “NONONONO-!”

“Kooooo~!” SMG4 dug his one finger into his armpit more. 

SMG3 threw his head back and let out a big fit of cackles. “GAHAHA- DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” He protested helplessly. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him suddenly, stopping his fingers. 

Despite the embarrassing moment, SMG3 was able to pull himself together super quickly. “Dohon’t-...Y-You know…” SMG3 tried to hint at the word without actually saying the word. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him. “What don’t you want me to do?” SMG4 was now pretending he had no clue what he was talking about. 

SMG3 groaned and leaned his head back. “You know what I mean!” He yelled slightly. The stupid word always made him jumpy and embarrassed, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. If he could get away without saying the cursed word, then he’d likely be able to survive his onslaught.  “Ihi really don’t!” SMG4 was silently laughing amidst the ‘argument’. “I just want you to explain what you don’t want me to do!” SMG4 argued next, still laughing a bit.

“TICKLE ME, YOU IDIOT!” SMG3 shouted back. 

SMG4 put on the biggest confused face he could. “...You want me to tickle you?” SMG4 asked. SMG3 screeched, realizing what he had said. “NO!” He shouted. “So demanding…” SMG4 muttered with a laugh. “If that’s all you really wanted, then here!” SMG4 declared.  “I’MGONNA- NO, NO-” SMG3 looked at the hand that was sitting dangerously close to his armpit. “You so much as MOVE An INCH-” SMG3 shrieked as his brother’s fingers immediately touched down. SMG3 threw his head back with a huge smile on his face, laughing rather hysterically as his brother destroyed him all over again. “DAHAHAhaha- DAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He shook his head as his feet tapped and kicked. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOO!” He shouted. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m just tickling you like you wanted me to.” SMG4 told him rather calmly. 

“I’MGONNA KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted amidst his laughter. 

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I know you too well.” SMG4 argued calmly with a smug grin. And just as SMG4 predicted, it only took another couple seconds for his left arm to drop down. He had let go of his diary in an attempt to cover up his armpit. 

SMG4 widened his eyes. “Uh oh! Left one’s covered!” SMG4 reacted, before looking at SMG3 with a smug look. “But it looks like the other armpit is completely freeeeee~” SMG4 quickly went for his other open armpit. 

SMG3 squeaked as he squeezed his eyes shut. “eeEEHEEHEEHEE! YOHOU’RE EEHEEEHEEVIHIHIHILL!” He yelled at him as he attempted to cover up his right armpit with his open hand. But trying to cover up your open armpit in this position, would prove to be an impossible task. 

“I’m evil?! That’s a serious accusation coming from you.” SMG4 reacted. 

SMG3 couldn’t think straight. It was too much! He hasn’t laughed this hard in so long! And it was getting to the point where his cheeks were starting to hurt! 

He had to think fast. SMG4 was really making him choose whether his reputation was more important than his diary. And by this point, letting go of his prized possession was looking pretty tempting. Was keeping his precious diary secret really worth the years of potential babying from others that might see him like this?! HELL NO! 

But right as he let go of the diary, SMG3 felt his knees buckle. He yelped as he felt himself fall backwards onto his back. Though the fall was slightly painful, SMG3 had curled up into a cowardly ball, his giggles still quite audible as he tried to wipe away the phantom tickles that continued to plague him. “Hehehe…hehehehe…” He giggled, hugging his knees up to his chest as he tried to cover up the rest of his stupid giggles. 

God, his giggles were the worst part of this whole thing…The laughter was one thing…the cackling is another…but GIGGLING?! No real villain giggles! EVER! It’s so mortifying! His giggles were too cute to even BELONG from a person like him with a villain complex. Thank GOD these walls can’t talk…

But his thoughts were interrupted by a flash of purple, followed by a little plop sound right in front of him. What the- 

SMG3 looked down at the purple item, and widened his eyes. His…diary? 

SMG3 looked up at his brother. “You’re…not gonna read it?” SMG3 asked him. 

SMG4 shrugged his shoulders. “I was tempted…” He admitted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he picked it up. “What…was stopping you?” SMG3 asked. 

SMG4 sat down in front of him. “The idea that I’d be breaching your privacy.” SMG4 admitted, looking a little guilty. “And truth be told…” SMG4 picked up his pencil and handed it to his brother. “I don’t want to break our trust.” He finished. 

SMG3 softened his expression. “Wow…” He grabbed the pencil and put his diary into his overalls. “Uh…” He bit his lip. “Thanks.” He said to him somewhat awkwardly. SMG4 was…being really considerate and understanding…it was kinda nice. 

“Besides…” 

SMG3 looked up and froze when he saw his wiggling fingers once again. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

“I don’t need to read your diary to see how soft you really are.” SMG4 concluded his sentence as he skittered his fingers on his belly.

SMG3 squeaked and dropped his diary, curling up as even more laughter poured out of him. Only…this laughter was less hysterical, and more genuine. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihi’m nohohot s-sohoft!” SMG3 argued.

“You say in the softest little laughter I’ve ever heard from you today.” SMG4 teased.  “Shuhuhut uhup!” He muttered. But his wiggling quickened almost immediately the moment he felt SMG4’s hands move towards the middle of his belly. “NoHO!” SMG3 squeaked and squealed as he tried to push his brother’s hands away. “Plehehehease stohohohop!” He shook his head, unintentionally knocking off his own hat in the process. 

“Oop-” SMG4 paused his tickling for a moment to grab SMG3’s purple hat. 

“Whahat are you-” SMG3 took in a few breaths before looking to see what his brother was doing.

SMG4 had put his purple hat on top of his own blue hat. “There we go.” SMG4 muttered aloud as he pulled some super cool sunglasses out of his overalls, before putting them onto his eyes upside down. “Feast your eyes on the coolest brother in existence!” He declared, pulling out another pair of sunglasses and putting them on upside down, overtop of the first pair. 

SMG3 had to cover up his mouth with his own fist to prevent from laughing out loud. For some stupid reason, the look of SMG4 with both hats on, plus the 2 pairs of sunglasses on his eyes…made him wanna genuinely laugh at him. He had a feeling it had to do with the tickling making him all giddy…but let’s face it…SMG4 can have his funny moments. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and widened his smirk. “Was that a giggle I just heard?” He asked, lowering his two sets of sunglasses while pointing to him.

SMG3 widened his eyes, visibly mortified. “Wha-NO!” He covered his mouth more. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. “Are you suuuuure?” SMG4 poked his side playfully. 

SMG3 heard a squeak leave his mouth, before he could prevent it. “NO!” SMG3 scooted himself away from him. SMG4 is NOT making him laugh like an idiot. NOT AGAIN. It should be SMG4’s turn to laugh and blush now! And SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he knew just how to do it. 

He smirked slightly as he cupped his own hands. “Hey Egg Dog?” SMG3 called. 

“Egg dog?” SMG4 reacted. 

Suddenly, his little egg dog popped out from behind a door. He hopped up to SMG3, letting out a little bark. SMG3 chuckled as he let Egg Dog hop onto his hand. “I have a little secret for you.” SMG3 told him in a baby voice, looking at SMG4 with the biggest shit-eating grin he could make without looking creepy. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. “Huh?” He muttered. 

SMG3 took his purple hat off SMG4’s head, and put it onto his own head. “SMG4 is a biiiig fan of neck kisses.” He told him. 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly. His face went from confusion, to intense worry in only a millisecond. “Wh-WHAT?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s little excited jumps, made him feel more excited too! “Oooh yeah, it’s true!” SMG3 clarified. “And his favorite spot?” SMG3 added. 

“Don’t you DARE!” SMG4 attempted to go for his armpits to shut him up. Maybe with enough convincing, SMG3 might stop. But SMG3 dodged his brother’s hands and quickly fluttered his gloved fingers right on the correct spot. “Riiight here, I believe.” SMG3 showed his precious Egg Dog. 

SMG4 instinctively curled up, letting out the most high-pitched little squeaks. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s excitement, SMG3 smiled brightly. “Isn’t that fun?!” SMG3 asked him, absolutely loving Egg Dog’s reactions. “You wanna give him some love too?!” SMG3 asked Egg Dog in a playful, baby voice. 

Egg Dog barked and jumped even more excitedly! 

“Okay! Go on!” SMG3 replied, letting Egg Dog hop off his hand. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and shrieked as the little dog hopped onto his shoulder. “WAITWAIT-!” He protested.  

SMG3 was trying not to laugh too hard at his brother’s unusually lady-like reactions. “Don’t worry, dude. He’ll be gentle.” SMG3 reassured him.  

SMG4 squeaked as Egg Dog snuggled its ‘nose’ into his neck. 

SMG4’s reaction was almost immediate: A squeal had left his mouth as little high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth. His grin had turned wobbly and crooked as he recoiled his body slightly, unable to handle the overwhelmingly ticklish licks on his exposed, shaved neck. “EEEHEEeeheeheehee! Hohohold ohon-” He covered his mouth in an attempt to cover up his squeals and little giggles. 

SMG3 let out a rather menacing chuckle. “And you said MY laugh was cute…” He teased. 

“Ihihihi- HAHAHA! Ihihi nehever said ‘cuhuhuhute’!” SMG4 tried to argue. “Heheehee- Ihihi sahaid ‘sohohoft’!” He corrected him. 

SMG3 tsked and crossed his arms. “You know, I was gonna let Egg Dog do all the work for me.” He admitted. “But since you’re being a smartypants…” SMG3 swiftly slid up behind his brother. “I think I’m gonna go for it too.” SMG3 gently took Egg Dog off his brother’s neck. “Here you go.” He put Egg Dog onto his shoulder before picking up SMG4 and skittered his fingers all over his upper sides. 

SMG4 guffawed and doubled over, feeling a lot more free to lose his composure once Egg Dog was off him. “NAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA! JEEHEEHEESUHUS!” SMG4 shouted, collapsing to the ground. 

SMG4 and SMG3 had at least one thing in common when it came to tickling: They both weren’t very good at keeping themselves upright when being tickled. SMG3 could keep himself up at least a little bit…But SMG4 couldn’t even do that! And SMG3 knew this well. That’s how his brother was…and the best thing SMG3 could do was follow him down towards the floor. 

“You don’t mind if I just…” SMG3 brought his fingers up to SMG4’s neck and started off fluttering them against his chin. 

“eEEEEHEEEK!” SMG4 scrunched up his shoulders and curled up into a ball as much as he physically could. 

SMG3 sighed with a smile and let his brother go. He knew SMG4 couldn’t handle much more, and he didn’t really wanna kill him. Not today, anyway…

With SMG4 laying on the ground in a ball, SMG3 picked up his diary. He opened it up and flipped to a new page in his diary. Picking up his pencil off the ground, SMG3 started to write something new down. 

It only took about 10 minutes for SMG4 to get back up and see his brother writing again. “What are you doing now?!” SMG4 asked. 

“Oh nothing…” SMG3 giggled, continuing his cartoon drawing on the page. “Just writing about your most embarrassing little secret.” SMG3 admitted. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and gulped. “U-Uh…W-Which one?” SMG4 asked awkwardly. 

SMG3 smirked and laid himself onto his belly, actually providing SMG4 one single chance to see what he was doing. SMG4 hesitantly walked himself up, took one look at the drawing he had made, and gasped. 

Oh- 

“NO!” SMG4 tackled his brother to the ground, trying to take his diary from him. SMG3 held onto his diary as tightly as possible, while poking and prodding his brother’s most vulnerable spots. 

“What is going on in-” Someone called, before gasping slightly as she saw the purple notebook fall right onto the ground right in front of the person. 

“Meggy!” SMG3 yelled out. 

“MEGGY?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

But SMG3 tackled him back down. “Meggy, read it!” SMG3 told her as he went right for his belly. 

“NODON’T- aAAH!” SMG4 shouted. 

Meggy raised an eyebrow. What were they doing?! 

She awkwardly picked up the journal and flipped it the right way to look at the new page: It was a cartoon drawing of SMG4, with labels pointing to certain spots on his body. 

Meggy narrowed her eyes as an excited smile quickly grew onto her face. “Ohoho~ Is that so?” She mumbled to herself, lowering the book.  “NonononoNO!” SMG4 screeched and kicked his feet. 

SMG3 smirked as he poked his brother’s belly button. “You wanna help?” SMG3 asked, looking up at Meggy. 

“YES! Count me in!” Meggy reacted, closing the book and placing it aside to help SMG3. “Any spots you recommend I go for?” Meggy asked.