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[Gregory widened his eyes. “You…You said you would leave me be.” Gregory told her. “You promised.”

“Again, I said I would let you go. And I would leave you be…for now.” Vanessa added with a smirk. “Meaning I can still capture you a little bit later and tickle the shhhhhh- heck out of you.” Vanessa said.

Gregory bit his lip. “………You’ll have to catch me first…” Gregory added.

Vanessa giggled as her mouth got closer to the fazwatch’s mic. “Challenge. Accepted.”]

Gregory had been sprinting for a good 20 minutes. He moved through the many twists and turns of the Pizzaplex, and ran across the main food court. He was determined to make Vanessa run for as long as possible. He didn’t wanna be caught yet. He wanted a few good minutes of peace. 

But unfortunately, that peace was never going to come for him…Because the moment he turned past the cupcake station, he saw a hungry Chica walking nearby! She looked to be eating all the cupcakes that came down the conveyor belt. In fact, each cupcake seemed to be devoured in 1-2 bites each. Just in the time Gregory had found her, she had eaten 6 cupcakes in 8 minutes. 

But as much as Gregory wanted to watch her eat cupcakes, he had to find a way to sneak past her. If she saw him while he snuck away, Chica would surely abandon the cupcakes and chase him down. Though he knew she loved food, he also knew Chica was a determined animatronic hellbent on capturing the missing child. 

Gregory narrowed his eyes and began to sneak his way past the station. He hid in front of the cupcake station, and slowly crawled on the floor, going the opposite way of the conveyor belt. The cupcakes continued to be moved to Chica, while Chica devoured each one without any knowledge of Gregory’s presence. But as much as Gregory wanted to get past…It was hard to say no to grabbing a cupcake…

So, as he snuck past the front of the conveyor belt, Gregory quickly snatched a cupcake without Chica’s knowing. With that done, Gregory quickly pulled the paper off the cupcake, and sunk his teeth into it as he took off. He knew he shouldn’t be running while eating. His mother had told him this countless times. But honestly in his mind, there’s worse things to do. Like, you know, sneakily staying inside a Pizzaplex way past midnight. That’s so much worse than eating while running! 

Gregory took the last bite of his cupcake and quickly threw the paper onto the floor. He picked up his face, thankful for the little sugar boost the cupcake had given him. Gregory ran down the halls, towards the Chica shop. There, it had lots of merchandise. Surely the security guard would be anywhere but there, right? 

Oh, but Gregory was wrong! Super wrong! Cause the moment his shoes skidded across the tile, he saw the dreaded security guard standing right outside the merch shop! AND HE’S ABOUT TO SLIDE RIGHT INTO HER! OHGODNO! 

“Gotcha, little runner.” Vanessa held him up by his shirt once again, leaving him flailing. “Planning on stealing a few toys? I don’t think so.” She asked next. 

“NO!” Gregory yelped, “I wasn’t gonna steal anything!” 

“Ooooh, I see. So you were gonna hide in here?” She asked, bringing him slightly closer. “Is that it?” 

“No way!” Gregory blatantly lied. 

“Hmmm…Well, maybe you’re partly right. You did slide right into me just like that.” She admitted. 

“No I didn’t!” Gregory yelled. 

“Oh you didn’t? Then how’d you end up in my hand, then?” She asked with a little inquisitive smirk on her face. 

“YOU GRABBED ME!” Gregory yelled. 

“I grabbed you after you slid towards me!” She declared. “You know what this means?” She asked slyly. 

“No!” Gregory ordered. “It means you’re mine now!” She lifted Gregory up over her head, and sat him down on her shoulders. “There.” She declared. 

“What- Oh come on!” Gregory whined. 

“What? Can’t handle heights?” She teased. 

“Let me go!” Gregory tried tickling her neck. But to his surprise, she didn’t flinch or jump. 

“Oh yeah, right! My neck isn’t ticklish. So have fun with that.” She told him. 

Gregory grumbled and tried tickling her underarms. 

“Hey- no. You tickle me, and we’ll end up hurting each other.” She warned. 

Gregory grumbled again. As much as he wanted to get away from her…She was right. Tickling her while he’s on her shoulders, would just make her fall, and make him fall even farther down. The stupid security guard had him stuck here, with no way out. Meaning there was nothing he could do. He just had to take it. 

“Now: Where were we?” It took only a second or two for her to begin her revenge plan. With Gregory’s knees forcefully kept open with her shoulders, Vanessa decided to try there. She fluttered her gentle nails against his kneepits, waiting for a response. 

And the security guard didn’t need to wait long at all! Because Gregory’s leg instinctively kicked and tensed. “eEEP!” He squeezed his eyes shut. “No! Hahaha- Stahp!” Despite covering his mouth, snickers still kept pushing past his defenses. 

“Stop what?” Vanessa adjusted her hands so she was holding onto Gregory’s outer knees. “I’m just holding onto you so you don’t fall.” With his knees stuck,Vanessa snuck her thumbs under his knees and dug slightly roughly into the kneepits. 

“WAHAITNO!” Gregory shrieked. “STAHAPSTOPSTOP!” Gregory’s head flipped back. “GAHA! HAHAHAHA!” 

“Geez, kid! I’m barely touching you!” She reacted. 

“IHIHI KNOHOHOHOW!” Gregory yelled back. 

“Have you always been this ticklish?” She asked him curiously. 

“YEHEHEHES! HAHAHA- ALWAHAHAYS!” He shouted back to her.

“Oh, well ain’t that a shame?” She said with a smirk. 

Gregory kicked his feet a little bit, as if it would stop her ticklish fingers. 

But when his heel kicked back into her chest, Vanny yelped and stumbled. “WhaOA- Careful kid!” She reacted, stopping momentarily to get her balance back. 

Gregory stopped kicking momentarily. Just for that moment, he feared he may have hurt Vanny. But that fear only lasted seconds before breathing a sigh of relief. She wasn’t hurt. He didn’t kick her too hard. She just kicked her enough to slightly adjust her footing. She was safe for now, which meant he wasn’t gonna fall. 

Wait a second! Why is he worried about hurting her?! This is a security guard! She’s gonna kick him out of the pizzaplex, and away from Freddy! She doesn’t deserve his worry! Not even close! 

Gregory started kicking all over again. “LET ME GO!” He shouted loudly. 

“OHGOD-” Vanessa could feel her feet stumbling! Come on, Van! Fix your feet! Right foot, left foot. Leaning over? Lean on the foot! This kid is like, 60 or 70 pounds. Surely she can adjust herself to prevent dropping the child! But at the same time…The kid kinda started this whole problem…So if she falls, that’s this kid’s fault. 

“VANNY!” 

The kid’s voice suddenly pushed her out of her thoughts! “What-?!” Vanessa shouted back. Now out of her thoughts, she could feel herself falling to the ground! OH GOD NO! 

CRASH! CLANG-BONG! 

“Uuuuugh…” She slowly lifted her head up and rubbed it. She looked around, and noted the couple things in front of her: 

There’s a table…Maybe the table she fell into? That makes sense. 

There’s several chairs spewed about…She probably crashed into those too. 

And there’s- 

OH GOD! 

“GREGORY!” Vanessa sprinted to Gregory and lifted his head up. “Are you okay?!” She yelled. “Gregory!” She opened his eye, to see if his eyes were reacting to the light. Thankfully, she saw his eye dilating upon seeing the light of the pizzaplex. So he was still conscious. 

Gregory’s other eye slowly began to open. “Owwww…” 

Seeing Gregory’s eyes open gave her a huge sense of relief. The kid was not only conscious, but awake. “Oh thank god…” Vanessa started checking his arms. “What hurts?” 

Gregory looked down at his shoulders. “My arm…” He lifted it up to show her. 

“Can I check it for you?” She asked him. 

“Uh…” Gregory sighed and looked up at Vanessa. “I guess?” He lifted his arm up slightly.

With his permission, Vanessa took a moment to check his arm for scrapes, bruises, and/or fractures. Though she did have her CPR certificate, she couldn’t fully remember all her training. All she wanted to do was make sure he didn’t have a broken arm. 

Gregory watched her bend and adjust his arm. She was being so gentle with it…It kind of surprised him. It was weird seeing her go from ‘ready to kick me to the curb’ to ‘kind and gentle like a big sister’. It was almost shocking. In the end, she put his arm down. “Your arm looks fine.” 

Gregory let out a long, relieving breath. Okay, good. “Thank you.” Gregory told her. 

“No problem, kid.” She got up. “So: Are you ready to head home?” She asked. 

Gregory groaned and threw his head back. “No!” He whined. He could not believe she was still determined to make him leave. 

“Well, you need to go. The pizzaplex is closed for the night, and it’s company policy to alert the police if anyone is found, regardless of how old they are.” Vanessa explained. 

“Ugh…Do you even listen to all that stuff?” Gregory asked. 

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Yup…Funnily enough, I do.” She admitted. 

Gregory groaned again. “So stupid…” He muttered aloud. 

Like many children, his agitation was super evident. This only made Vanessa laugh a little. “Do you realize how bad your poker face is?” She asked him. 

Gregory’s face softened slightly. “Poker face? What’s that?” Gregory asked. 

Vanessa sighed. “A poker face is just a fancy word for a face with no expression. Almost like a bored face.” She tried explaining. “Like, imagine making a bored face.” She told him. 

Gregory tried to make himself look bored. But his bored face looked…more annoyed than anything. Rather than looking like he had nothing to do, he looked like he wanted to complain about being bored, but wasn’t allowed to. 

“That’s…not a poker face. That’s a grumpy face.” She told him. 

Gregory rolled his eyes. “You told me to look bored.” He argued. 

“Yeah, looking bored usually doesn’t make you look grumpy.” Vanessa let him know. 

Gregory sighed. “Well, most of the time I’m grumpy when I’m bored.” Gregory explained. 

Vanessa sighed. “Whatever. Anyway…” She looked at the door. “I need to call the police.” Vanessa told him. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number. 

Much to no one’s surprise, Gregory thought he had an opening. So, he started sprinting away.

But Vanessa had grabbed his shirt as he started to run. “Nope.” Vanessa said, making sure to keep him close. 

“Hey!” Gregory grumbled. 

“You’re not going anywhere, so long as I’m here.” She held the phone up to her ear, and waited for the phone to start ringing. But as it stopped ringing and Vanessa started talking, it started playing the ‘busy’ tone. 

[I’m sorry, the number you have dialled is unavailable right now. Please check this number and try again.] The automated voice spoke to Vanessa. 

Vanessa blinked in surprise and looked down at her phone. 

[911] 

She typed it right, so what’s the problem? 

“Let me try this again…” She typed 911 into her phone, and put it up to her ear. She listened to the ringing sound, waiting patiently for it to connect. As soon as it connected, she spoke. 

“Hello-” 

[I’m sorry, the number you have dialled is unavailable right now. Please check this number and try again.] The automated voice spoke up again. 

Vanessa grumbled and lowered her phone. “What the hell?!” She growled. Gregory could be seen smirking. “Uh oh! Look who’s angry now?” He teased. 

“Shut up, kid.” She muttered. 

“Aww, poor Vanessa.” Gregory cooed. 

“Shut up!” She yelled at him. 

“Or what?” Gregory shot back with a giggle. 

“I swear to- HEYNO!” Vanessa tensed her arm against her side. “No tickling!” She ordered. 

Gregory stared at her, before slowly looking at her armpit. 

“Gregory…” She warned. 

His smirk slowly grew, as his hand got slightly closer. 

“Gregory NO!” She shouted. 

“I’m not touching you~” He sing-songed. 

“Gregory stop!” She yelled.

“IIII’m not touching youuu~” He teased further. 

“Gregory-” Vanessa squealed and instinctually squeezed his fingers into her armpit. “STOP!” 

“Sorry, what?” Gregory’s smirk grew as a forced smile filled her face. “Can’t hear you.” Gregory declared to him. 

“GREHEGORY!” She felt her grip on Gregory lighten as he weaseled his fingers further into her armpit. 

“Yeeeessss?” Gregory cooed. “Is something wrong?” He asked in a sly voice. 

“STAHAHAP IHIT!” She yelled. 

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” He declared calmly…Too calmly. 

“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHO MEEHEHEAN!” She spat at him. 

“What are you talking about?! I’m not mean!” Gregory argued. “I’m just trying to free myself.” 

Even though it had only been a few minutes, Vanessa could already feel her knees weakening. Desperate to stop the tickles, she let go of Gregory and dropped to her knees. “Okahahay! Ihihi lehet you gohoho!” She declared. 

But to her shock…Gregory wasn’t done yet. The wild boy only slid closer to her, and started tickling her in every little tickle spot he could find. He was effectively wrecking her by this point, and she couldn’t do very much to stop it. Anything she tried, only risked her hurting Gregory again. Though she knew the previous injury wasn’t her fault, she still didn’t wanna risk another injury on the boy. The boy only looks to be about 9 to 10 years old…which is still quite young to her. So to prevent another injury, she let him go wild. 

“Ohohokahahahay! Okahahayokay- Yohohou gohot meee!” She yelled to him. 

“Want me to stop?” He asked almost genuinely. 

“Yehehes! Yehes yes pleehehehease!” She yelled out. 

“Then you gotta promise me something…For REAL, this time.” Gregory warned. 

“Whahahat?” She asked. 

“You gotta leave me alone until morning comes.” Gregory ordered her. 

“Nohohoho wahahay!” She argued. 

“Alright, so tickles it is!” Gregory declared. 

“NOHOHO- BAHAHAHA!” Vanessa squeaked and covered her belly, to no avail. Gregory just kept on getting the right spots to push her buttons! “STAHAHAHAP PLEEEHEEHEHEHEASE!” She pleaded. 

“Only if you agree to the promise!” Gregory sing-songed. 

“SEHEHERIOUSLYHYHY?!” She yelled. 

“Yup! Seriously!” Gregory responded like it was the most obvious thing. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” She hid her face in her arm. “THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAIR!” She whined. 

“Well of course it’s not fair! You’re not agreeing to my promise!” Gregory responded. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUP!” Vanessa shouted back. 

“Well, that’s not very nice…” Gregory looked at her knees for a moment, before looking at Vanessa. “Looks like I gotta up the antics!” He declared. 

“noOO!” Vanessa managed to grab one of his arms. But unfortunately, Vanessa was still quite weak from all the tickles! So, Gregory had no problem still reaching her kneepits. And good lord! “eEEEEK! FUCKFUCK-!!” Vanessa shouted. 

Gregory widened his eyes. Holy crap! If she’s swearing, then this spot must be REALLY bad! Not only that, but she’s not even kicking him! How is that even possible?! 

“GREHEHEHEGORYYYYY!” She shouted at him. Gregory was shocked. It didn’t take long at all for her to start cackling her lungs out. 

“Jeez…” Gregory muttered. “You may not last much longer if you keep this up.” He warned him. 

“NOHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!” Vanessa yelled. 

“Then do you promise to leave me alone till morning?” Gregory asked one last time. 

By this point, Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore. “YEHEHES! IHIHIHI PROMIHIHISE!” She shouted back. 

“Okay, good.” Gregory’s fingers immediately slipped away. Her laughter quickly began to die down, and exhaustion almost immediately overwhelmed her. She was super thankful that the tickling was over with…but good god, that kid was brutal. 

“N…Note…to self…” Vanessa started trying to say. “D-Don’t…mess…with you…Ever…” She muttered aloud. 

Gregory smiled and booped Vanessa’s nose. “Good thinking.” With that, Gregory hopped up onto his feet. “See ya!” He declared as he skipped off in some other direction. Vanessa was left to her own devices, trying to recover from the onslaught, while trying to come to terms with the promise she agreed to. Leave the kid alone till morning?! That’s a terrible promise! What if she gets in trouble from her boss? What if she’s fired for keeping a kid in the pizzaplex? Or worse…What if she’s framed for kidnapping?! 

“You don’t look so good…” Someone spoke up above her. 

Vanessa looked up, and softened her fear once she realized who it was. “Hi Chica.” She said. “I’m okay. Don’t worry, okay?” She told her. 

“Your heart appears to be slowing. Were you sprinting?” Chica asked. 

Vanessa chuckled. “In a way, yeah…” She admitted. 

Chica tilted her head. “What do you mean ‘in a way’?” She asked. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Vanessa got herself onto her feet, and turned on her flashlight. “Thanks for the help, Chica.” She told her, before continuing her shift. 

Robert was grumbling to himself as he sat in the office on dispatch duty. Dispatching? More like babysitting…The Z-Team has a tendency to goof off or wreak havoc at the worst possible times. It was like looking after a daycare full of power-wielding toddlers. It can be nearly impossible to keep them on the straight and narrow…

But right now…Only one of the troublemakers came to mind: Sonar. The half-bat conman obsessed with crypto and being smarter than anyone else, had gotten high during his break again. Naturally, anyone that gets high on shift has to go to the infirmary to get checked out. So, Robert sent him to do just that. He knew it was a bad idea to trust Sonar to go to the infirmary on his own…But god dammit, he had no choice. He has work to do, and he’s not equipped to deal with someone during a high. 

Oh, how hard the irony would end up hitting him…

“Hey Bobby.” That familiar voice spoke up. 

Robert looked up at Sonar, surprised he was already back. “Hey…Did you make it to the infirmary?” He asked, taking off his headphones and muting the call momentarily. 

Sonar nodded and sat down. “Yeah…I did.” He admitted to him. 

Robert blinked, staring at him. “...And? What did they say?” 

Sonar shrugged his shoulders. “Well…They said I was well enough to be discharged.” Sonar admitted. 

Robert stared at him with raised eyebrows. Well enough to be discharged. “...Are you serious?” Robert asked him. 

Sonar nodded. “Yup, quite serious.” Sonar admitted. 

Robert gently placed the headphones onto the table and held his head with his hands. “And you have no way to get home…do you?” He asked. 

Sonar shook his head. “Nope.” He popped the P. 

Robert let out a long sigh. God dammit… “Great…” Was all that left his mouth. 

“Sorry, Robbie…I’m gonna have to stay until it wears off.” Sonar explained, chuckling. “Cause I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid enough to go home in this state.” He told him. 

Robert tried to hide the slight smile that filled his cheeks from that comment. In Robert’s mind, he was both an idiot, AND stupid. And to make matters worse, this isn’t the first time he’s gotten high at work. And knowing him…It certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

“Fine.” Robert muttered. “But you’d better be on your best behaviour while I work. You understand?” Robert warned, pointing to him like a Dad disciplining his child. 

Sonar chuckled. “Sorry, no promises.” He admitted. 

Robert’s finger pulled back into a fist…before he dropped it with a resigned sigh. Smartass. “At least you’re honest about it…” He mumbled. 

Sonar smiled more and pulled out his phone for a moment. With that, Robert put his headphones back on. “Sorry, team. I’m back. Sonar had been discharged and showed up in the office.” Robert explained. 

“Wait, discharged?” Malevola asked. 

“Who the fuck discharged him?!” Chase reacted. 

“Yeah, and on what grounds?” Punch-up spoke up. 

“They said everything’s stable.” Sonar spoke up in the voice call. “And they said to head home and make sure someone keeps an eye on me…Which is gonna be Bobbie.” Sonar spoke up in the group call. 

Robert sighed. “Yeah…Great.” 

“Hey, don’t feel too bad, Robert. You’re gonna have company for a while.” Flambae spoke up. 

Sonar smirked. “Yeah…I’m gonna be the best company he’s ever had.” He declared. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, Sonar.” Invisigal ordered. 

“Yeah I know…I’m not planning on it…yet.” Sonar teased, smirking with his bat teeth showing. 

Punch-up could be heard chuckling a little. “How high are ya, bud?” 

Sonar laughed a bit. “Oh you know…the usual amount.” Sonar responded. 

Punch-up stuttered. “That-” 

“Sonar, I don’t mean to be that guy…But the usual amount is zero.” Flambae told him. 

“Oh, then…Very high.” Sonar admitted. 

“How many lines did you do this time?” Malevola asked. 

“Hehe…A little more than one.” He admitted. “I uhhh…may have made an extra long line this time.” He said, sounding proud of it. 

“Oh fuckin’ hell!” Punch-up reacted. 

Robert looked at Sonar with horror. “You’re joking me…” Robert looked ready to punch the guy. “Why would you do that?!” Robert raised his voice. 

“Cause I was stressed! Fuck off!” Sonar argued back. 

“If you were stressed, then you could’ve talked to me, or Chase, or someone else on the team!” Robert shot back. 

“HA! Talk to you, Mr. Walking-ball-of-nerves?” Sonar teased. 

“That’s besides the point.” Robert told him. 

Chase chuckled. “I hate to say it, but Batguy’s got a point.” He admitted. 

“Chase, this doesn’t involve you.” Robert argued. 

“Oh really? Are you sure about that, fucker?” Chase shot back. 

“Chase, it’s not the time!” Robert argued. 

“It appears the fathers are fighting again.” Phenomaman spoke up, making Prism and Punch-up laugh. 

“Y-Yeah, hahaha! Th-They kind of do t-talk like-...Yeah…” Waterboy spoke up. 

Golem also chuckled a bit. “Should we leave them alone?” Golem spoke up. 

“Nah, they’ll hash it out.” Sonar responded. “Watching Robert get mad in 4K is kinda hilarious.”

Robert quickly glared at Sonar, which only made the batguy laugh more. “Guys, he just glared at me like a fuckin’ Dad.” Sonar admitted. 

Invisigal could be heard stifling a laugh, with Punch-up and Flambae also chuckling a little. 

“Robert, you’ve been a ball of nerves ever since the day I met you. Don’t you give me that shit.” Chase argued. 

Robert grumbled. “Please, just drop it.” Robert grumbled. 

“Wait, was he actually?” Sonar asked. 

“Hell yeah, he was! Robert used to overthink everything. If I had a nickel for everytime I’ve had to calm this man down because of his overthinking, I’d be able to retire tomorrow.” Chase explained. 

Robert grumbled. “Chase, please.” He hid his face in his hands. 

“Awww, was Robert a little scaredy kid?” Flambae teased. 

“H-Hey, I was t-too, actually…Hehe.” Waterboy admitted. 

“Don’t tell me he had a fear of monsters as well.” Punch-up asked with a laugh. 

Chase chuckled. “Nah, he was a little too old for that.” He admitted. 

“Guys…I swear to Go-aAH!” Robert yelped as his chair was tipped back. 

“You okay?” Chase asked. 

“The fuck was that?” Flambae spoke up. 

Almost immediately, Robert’s eyes fell onto Sonar, with an evil little grin on his face. “I can think of one monster he might still be scared of.” He admitted wiggling his fingers at him. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Huh? What-!” Robert jumped and let out a high-pitched squeal. Oooh no, this isn’t good. 

“What the fuck was that?” Invisigal asked.

“Looks like Robbie here is a little squealer.” Sonar teased, going for his sides and ribs right away. 

Robert yelped and tried in vain to cover up his middle. “S-Sonar-!” Robert tried fighting him off. “Don’t you dahare!” A stupid smile began filling his face, as a wheeze left his mouth before he could stop it. 

“What the hell am I hearing right now?” Punch-up asked. 

“Wait, is he laughing?” Malevola spoke next, giggling. 

“Heh, I think he is. What’s so funny, Robbo?” Flambae spoke up.

“Sonar…what are you doing?” Chase asked, sounding slightly defeated. 

Sonar was smirking, moving way too fast for Robert to catch up with. “Oh, just tickling him.” He admitted. One of Sonar’s hands was still gripping the back of the chair, while his other hand was tickling the dispatcher wherever he could reach.

“Okay…Why?” Chase asked, confused. “For science.” Sonar responded. “Laughter can lower stress hormones and boost the mood at once.” Sonar explained. “Basically, I’m trying to calm his nerves.” 

“With tickling…” Chase sighed and chuckled a little. “Of all the ways to lessen stress…” Chase could be heard snickering into his earpiece. 

Even with both hands, Robert couldn’t stop his fingers in time. A blush was filling his cheeks in a matter of seconds…And giggles began bubbling out of him almost immediately. “NonoNOhohoho! GahaHAA! Let mehehe goho!” Robert reacted, squirming against the orange chair. 

“I’m sorry, Robert’s ticklish?!” Punch-up spoke up. “Since fuckin’ when?!” 

“Oh my god! Hahaha!” Prism reacted. “This is gold! Go Sonar go!” Prism cheered. 

“Awww…Th-This is k-kinda cuhuhute.” Waterboy spoke up, giggling alongside him. 

“Give him a few tickles for me too, okay?” Malevola spoke up.

“Dohohon’t encourage hihim!” Robert yelled, trying to curl up as best he could in the chair. 

Sonar could be heard laughing alongside him. “Too late, buddy! This is way too funny to pass up.” Sonar reacted with a big smile on his face. 

Chase could be heard laughing. “Hey, hey Sonar: Do me a favor, will ya? Tickle his belly for me.” Chase asked him. 

“WaitNO!” Robert yelled out, his blush deepening slightly. 

“I’ll just lower his volume for the group-” Chase lowered Robert’s volume just as Robert let out a loud shriek.

“GAAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP IHIT! SONARSTAHAP! HEHELP MEHEHEHEEE!” He begged. 

“Should we help him?” Golem spoke up.

“Eh, don’t worry. He’s in good hands here.” Sonar teased. “Well, good hand, actually.” He added, referring to him tickling Robert with one hand. 

“You’re telling me…This pain in the ass has been ticklish this whole time…” Flambae spoke up. 

“Hehehe! Why? Thinking about trying it out?” Prism asked. 

“Oh, you bet I am.” Flambae teased. 

Robert suddenly threw his head back with another shriek, followed by a fit of cackles. “NAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAA!” Robert shouted. 

“Holy fuck!” Punch-up reacted, laughing. “And Bob says I’M the loud one!” 

“You still are…But Robert is a close second.” Coupe spoke up, suddenly making herself known on the call. 

“Eyy! Hey Coupe!” Punch-up reacted. “Ya hearin’ this shite?” He asked. 

“Yup…hear it loud and clear.” Coupe admitted. 

“Good thing I turned down the volume when I did…” Chase admitted. “You all would’ve lost your hearing.” He admitted. 

“FUHUCK OFF CHAHAHASE!” Robert shouted at him. 

“Hey now, no need to get all smart with me. Otherwise, I might tell Sonar about your little snort button.” Chase mentioned. 

Sonar widened his eyes. “I’m sorry, what?!” He asked, before going right for his belly button. 

Robert snorted almost immediately, causing his blush to deepen even more. “FUHUHUCK!” He snorted again. 

Flambae broke down laughing. “Oho my god, he snorts too?!” 

“Awwww…” Prism teased. “How cute!” 

Punch-up giggled a little. “Miss Piggy joined the call.” Punch-up teased, making the others laugh. 

Robert covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his snorts. “Shut up…” He mumbled, slightly blushing.

“Oh, he’s trying to hide his snorts.” Sonar mentioned. 

“We can still hear them, Robert~” Flambae teased. “You can’t hide your little noises forever~” 

Sonar could be heard gasping. “Flambae, you’ve officially made him blush.” Sonar reacted.

Flambae laughed a bit. “Did I? Didn’t know that was possible.” Flambae teased.  

“I have heard Robert let out shorter laughs or wheezes on occasion, but I have never heard him laugh this hard before.” Phenomaman mentioned. 

“Yeah, this is a rare moment.” Invisigal admitted. 

Punch-up chuckled. “God, this is great. I can even hear Waterboy giggling on his end.” Punch-up mentioned. 

“Ihi can’t hehelp ihihit…Hihis laugh is contagiohohous…” Waterboy could be heard giggling quietly, as if trying to keep his voice down. 

“Awww, ya hear that Robert? Ya got a fan!” Punch-up reacted. 

“Alright, I might have to wrap it up.” Sonar said. “He’s getting a little too red.” He admitted. 

“Aww, really?” Punch-up asked. 

“Right when it was getting good…” Malevola spoke up. 

“Yeah, good call. We wouldn’t want the ticklish bastard to fall asleep on us.” Chase admitted. 

Sonar moved the chair upright, leaving Robert in a disheveled mess against the chair. He was breathing heavily, clearing his throat and trying to fix his shirt. “Holy shit…” He muttered. 

“You alright, Robert?” Chase asked with a smirk. “Shut up…” Robert muttered, earning a laugh from Chase. 

“Well? Did the tickle bat help your stress?” Malevola asked. 

Robert was still breathing. “Ho-...Hold on…*huff*...” He tried to pull himself together. 

“Good lord, did ya kill ‘em or somethin’?” Punch-up asked. 

“No, I don’t think so.” Sonar admitted. “Maybe I went a little hard on him, but…” 

Robert turned to look at him. “You- *huff* You think?...” He muttered back. 

“Yeah…Sorry about that.” Sonar patted his back lightly. 

“You might need to get him some water.” Coupe spoke up.

“Or something to help his throat.” Invisigal added. 

Sonar nodded. “Will do.” Sonar walked off to the vending machine, before getting a gatorade. He walked back to the room, handing it to Robert. “Here you go.” 

Robert opened up the gatorade and drank back a bunch of it quickly. “F…Fuck…” He muttered, swallowing one last gulp down before placing it onto the table. 

“You’ll be fine, I think.” Sonar declared, patting his shoulder. Suddenly, a yelp from Sonar with a slight bottle sound could be heard over their speaker. 

“Uhhh…What was that?” Malevola asked. 

“Revenge…” Robert responded with a smirk. 

Sonar grumbled. “Gatorade…On my suit…” He muttered. 

Flambae wheezed and tittered. “Did Robert just throw gatorade at you?!” Flambae asked. 

“Yyyyup.” Sonar admitted. 

“Yeah…And you deserved it.” Robert admitted. 

Chase chuckled. “You better now, Robert?” He asked. 

Robert grumbled a little. “Chase…When it’s break time…I am making you regret ever speaking.” Robert warned. 

Punch-up snickered a little. “Oh no…” 

“Ohoho! you’re fucked now, grandpa.” Invisigal reacted. 

Chase grumbled. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not getting anywhere close, ya hear me?” Chase warned.

The sound of the headphones being placed down, followed by a creaking chair could be heard through the background. “Robert? Robert, what-?” Chase gasped as he heard the door open. “FuckFUCKROBERT!” Chase made an ungodly shriek as his earpiece fell out of his ear while being tackled to the ground and absolutely destroyed by Robert on the ground. Chase’s laughter could be heard quite well, despite where the earpiece had landed, leaving the others laughing and cheering on Robert through the phone call. 

Note to self: Never talk about a co-worker’s weaknesses without expecting some payback. 

----------------- By the way: I have a couple new fandoms I'm willing to write for! -The Amazing Digital Circus -Pragmata -Dispatch

Robert was spotting Flambae while he was doing bench presses. Now, Flambae normally wasn’t the type to ask for help on this stuff…He’s Flambae…he should know his own limits. But…Let’s just say that…Maybe Robert had a point when he mentioned that Flambae pushed himself harder than he should. Because pushing himself past his limits usually led to him being unable to lift the bar off himself…and there’s nothing more embarrassing than a man who gets their ribs crushed and winds up asphyxiating under the bar. 

“Seven…Eight.” Robert spoke up, before helping Flambae move the bar onto the rest. Robert grabbed him a small towel and his water bottle, while Flambae sat himself up. 

“Thanks.” Flambae said, taking the towel and wiping off any excess sweat. He let out a huff as he tried to recover. 

Robert smiled a small bit, just admiring how sweaty and breathless Flambae looked on the bench. Something about seeing him in this position made his heart flutter. He’s seen Flambae like this before…quite a few times, actually. But no matter how many times Robert has watched, this side of Flambae never failed to take his breath away. 

“Admiring the view?” Flambae spoke up, ripping Robert from his thoughts. 

Robert widened his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “Huh? Uh-” He mumbled, trying to play it cool. “You’re…getting stronger.” Robert admitted. 

“Hell yeah I am…” Flambae flexed his muscles. “It feels great to be this good-lookin’.” Flambae gloated. 

Robert rolled his eyes, trying to keep his reactions in check. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Robert said dryly. 

Flambae turned towards him with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” He teased, snatching his water bottle from Robert and drinking from it. 

Robert rolled his eyes. “Yeah right...” He grumbled, pretending to not be jealous or envious about it.

Flambae smirked. “Don’t you lie to me, bitch. I know when you’re admiring me.” He moved his hand through his own hair. “Admit it…You find me sexy~” Flambae teased, pulling his left arm behind his shoulders to show off his toned body. 

Robert rolled his eyes and walked closer…before squeezing the water bottle, making water splash into his face from the end piece.

“AH- Hey!” Flambae grumbled, squeezing the water bottle at Robert to get him back. 

Robert chuckled a bit and covered his face, deflecting some of the squirted water with his hand. “Nice try.” He joked, rubbing his wet hand off against his own pants. 

“You’re a dick.” Flambae grumbled. 

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you.” Robert teased back. 

“At least I have one, Mecha-bitch.” Flambae spat back.

“And I don’t?” Robert joked back. 

“Ohoho, you wish you were as good as me.” Flambae teased. 

“Me? Wanting to be you?” Robert reacted. “I’d rather die.” 

Flambae narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stood up, facing Robert. 

“Well unlike you, I actually like having my last 2 fingers.” Robert teased. 

Flambae scowled. “And I wonder where they went, Mecha-dick.” 

Robert laughed a bit. “Off your hand, that’s for sure.” He joked. 

Flambae rolled his eyes and walked past. “Shut up.” Flambae put his water bottle down by the pull-up bar. 

Robert raised an eyebrow. “You want a spotter for that too?” He asked, smirking a small bit. 

“Nope.” Flambae jumped onto the bar. “I can do this myself.” He started doing pull-ups with great form in sets of 5 to warm up. 

Robert chuckled quietly as he watched him start his pull-ups. God…even watching him from this angle made him look hot. It was like Flambae had no bad angles. Everything on him was that perfect…in his eyes, anyway. Robert still didn’t know what to do with these feelings…he’d felt them for months, but…he’d been trying not to focus on him too much. But during the workouts…Robert found himself struggling to stop his eyes from memorizing Flambae…every curve, every angle…It was all hard to ignore. Even his sassy comments and scowls were hot…God, it just wasn’t fair…

“Enjoying yourself?” Flambae spoke up, catching him off guard. 

“Wha- Uh…Yeah…” Robert tried, and failed to hide his admiration. But his red face was already giving him away.

Flambae just chuckled. “You know…It might make me feel a bit better if you came closer…” He told Robert. “If you want…you can watch my sexy body while being my little spotter.” Flambae teased. 

Robert widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen. Oh god…Had he been that obvious with it?! “Uhhhh…B-But I thought you…didn’t need one?” Robert mumbled. 

Flambae smirked. “Oh trust me, I don’t.” Flambae admitted. “But since you’re practically idolizing me…you might wanna make the most of it while you can.” Flambae teased, trying to get Robert to blush more. 

Robert widened his eyes, before trying to make himself as stoic as he could. “Nah, I’m good to just watch from here.” Robert said to him, trying to downplay the whole thing. 

Flambae smirked at him. “Suit yourself.” He said, adjusting his grip. As he adjusted his grip though, his hands slipped slightly, making him jump. “aAh-!” 

Robert gasped and instinctively ran up to catch him…only to realize Flambae was still on the bar, smirking devilishly at him. Robert looked at his hands…before looking at his position. “Oh, you did not just…” Robert grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

“Fuckin’ called it.” Flambae smirked with a small laugh, clearly proud of his fake-out.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Shut up…” He grumbled, before standing in front of him while Flambae continued his pull-ups. 

Flambae chuckled a bit as he lowered himself down, looking at him. “Just admit it already. You like me.” Flambae tried to tell him. 

Robert widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. “Wait, WHAT?! No I don’t!” He reacted. “That’s insane!” 

Flambae smirked with a chuckle. “You’re not exactly good at hiding it.” Flambae told him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me…” Flambae admitted, still talking despite holding himself up against the bar. “And my body’s not just reserved for the women~” He teased. 

Robert grumbled to himself. This guy, honestly… “Please…It’s never gonna happen.” Robert argued. Flambae really needs to stop teasing him about that shit. He doesn’t have a crush! Why would he?! He’s an asshole! Yeah, he’s got a good looking body…and looks really sweet whenever he talks about his niece…And when he finds Flambae holding Beef occasionally, but…He doesn’t LIKE-like him…

“Shame…” Flambae muttered. 

Robert kept his face stoic. He did NOT want Flambae finding out the truth. He would never hear the end of it! If this little secret came out…Flambae would bully him till the end of time.

Flambae did a few more pull-ups before hanging from the bar. “You’re doing it again…” Flambae teased. 

Robert grumbled and crossed his arms. “I’m not admiring you! I’m…” Robert tried to think. “J-Just…making sure you’re using good form.” Robert explained as best he could.

Flambae chuckled a bit. “Come on, Robert…” He shook his head. “If you were really checking my form, you’d be walking around and checking every bit of my body…not just the front.” He told him. 

Robert rolled his eyes. As much as he hated admitting it, he had a point. “Yup, I know…Was just about to move.” Robert tried to go along with it, walking around and checking his form as he kept doing the pull-ups. Again…how this man managed to look so good no matter what angle Robert used to look at him…He was perfect. It was so unfair! How could a man have such a ripped, yet toned body?! 

Robert walked a bit closer, moving around to the front. Without even fully processing his actions, Robert moved his hand out and touched Flambae’s ab muscles to feel how hard they were. 

Flambae’s breath hitched as his arms hung down, a wobbly grunt leaving his body. “aAH-” He looked down at Robert with a stern look. “Warn a person, will ya?!” He spat out. 

Robert quickly moved his hand back. “Sorry…” He mumbled. “Just…feeling them.” Robert admitted, slowly bringing his fingers down against his abs again. 

Flambae flinched slightly and bit the inside of his lip. “Okay…Just be careful.” He warned.

Robert looked up. “Do they hurt?” He asked. 

Flambae shook his head. “No no. They don’t. Just…” Flambae tried to think of a good excuse. “Caught me off guard.” 

Robert hummed. “I thought nothing gets past you…” He asked, a small smile showing on his face. 

Flambae widened his eyes at Robert’s words. Shit…he DID say that…Fuck. “Y-Yeah, but I didn’t think you, of all people, would do this.” Flambae admitted. 

Robert smirked slightly. “Do what? Touch your ribs?” He poked his lower rib, making him flinch more. 

“R-Robert-” He could feel more sweat dripping down his forehead as nervousness took over. 

“Hm?” Robert looked down at his abs…before looking at Flambae’s nervous face. “What’s wrong?” 

Flambae shook his head quickly to get himself to stay tough. “Nothing, nothing. Just…Didn’t know you wanted to touch them.” Flambae admitted, his voice getting slightly softer. “You could’ve just asked…that’s all.” He admitted, getting a bit more vulnerable than he’d like to admit. 

Robert felt his face warm up even more. Something about the way he said that…sounded like he was flustered. It was a side of Flambae he barely ever saw…so trying to pinpoint it was never easy. Robert began to feel his ribs more, using only one or two fingers to touch his abs.

Unfortunately, this just made Flambae squirm and jump more. “aAh- R-Robert! I-I said be careful-!” Flambae grumbled while trying to hold his breath. But the moment his left lower rib had been poked…A stupid little sound fell out of Flambae’s lips.

A giggle. A fucking high-pitched little giggle. And telling by Robert’s reaction…he had heard it too. 

“W-Was that a giggle?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae growled. “No, it was NOT! You fucking liar!” He tried to protest. 

“Oho no, I know a giggle when I hear one.” Robert admitted, before poking the same ab. “And that was most certainly-” He poked again.* “A giggle.” Flambae grunted and let one hand off the bar to cover his face. Shit, he could feel a smile filling his cheeks. This was NOT good…

“Is someone a little ticklish?” 

Robert asked the question so casually, it should’ve been a crime. How the hell was Robert being so casual about his question?! “N-No! You’re crazy! Have you been-!” Flambae jumped and yelped, pure anger and fear covering his face. “Robert, don’t you fuckin’ try.” 

And then…like clockwork, Robert started tickling his ab muscles with his 8 main fingers. And Flambae was completely screwed. Flambae covered his mouth for as long as he could, which only made his face go tomato red…And by the time about 5 seconds had hit, Flambae just bursted out cackling. “aAAH! PFFFTAHAHAHAHA!” He shouted. 

“Holy shit!” Robert reacted.

“ROHOBERT!” He shouted, his hand lowering from his mouth to grip his abs. “GAHAhahaha!” Flambae laughed and squirmed as much as he could while up there. 

Robert looked like he was beaming. “You’ve been ticklish all this time?!” He asked, tickling the bottom 3 abs. “How have I never found out about this?” Robert asked, fluttering down by Flambae’s body.

Flambae squirmed and yelped, trying desperately to stop Robert. But holding onto the bar kept one of his defenses pre-occupied. He can’t stop 2 hands with only 5 fingers. That’s impossible. And listen, the guy’s not weak. Flambae can handle many hits before he has to back down. But he just…could never handle being tickled. Even when his niece tickled him to get him up off the couch…Flambae would crack within the first ten seconds. 

…And now his grip is gonna crack if he’s not careful. 

“ROhohobert stahahap!” Flambae laughed. 

“No way. This is way too entertaining!” Robert started tickling a little more closer to his toned belly. This single move ended up earning him a squeal from Flambae. “Have your abs always been this ticklish?” Robert asked, still fluttering his fingers as he watched Flambae struggle on the bar. 

“HAhahahaha- Yehehessss!” He hissed a little bit, feeling his grip slowly loosening on the bar. “Waha-Wahahait, Ihihi’mgonna fahahall!” He laughed, kicking his feet a little bit. 

“Oh, you wanna get down?” Robert asked, before fluttering up his ribs. “Is it because you don’t want me toooo…” He fluttered up to his armpits. 

Flambae yelped and grunted. “NO! I swear to god!” He shrieked. 

“Tickle your armpits?” He finally made it to the hollows, and fluttered in there.

Flambae shrieked and dropped his arms down, causing himself to fall…right into Robert’s arms. Flambae let out fits of laughs as he felt Robert’s fingers still in his pits. Even just having them there made him laugh helplessly. “Puhut me dohohown!” He begged. 

“Hmmm…” Robert lowered him down a little bit…before smirking and tickling his armpits all over again. “Nah.” Robert muttered rather confidently as he went right for the hollows to drive him up the wall. 

Flambae gasped and sputtered out a half-assed protest before falling victim to his own cackles and laughter. He was wriggling around, but failing to get out of Robert’s grip. He couldn’t hide it anymore…he just couldn’t get out of Robert’s grip right now. The tickles were weakening him too much.

“You know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be this ticklish.” Robert admitted. 

“Hahahahaha- Yohohou ahahahass!” Flambae laughed as he felt his knees buckle under him. “ROBEHERT!” He shouted right as Robert caught him again, by some miracle. 

“I got you.” Robert told him…all the while, he was lowering Flambae down sideways on the mat. 

As soon as Flambae landed on the map safely, Robert kept up his ticklish onslaught. 

Flambae cackled and squirmed around, ending up with himself laying on his side with his arms clutched to his sides and his knees curled up against his stomach. By this point, his cackles had turned to long-winded giggles and the occasional fit of laughter. “Sssstahahap ihit! Lehehehet meeee gohoho!” He begged. 

“And have you stop your laughing? I don’t think so.” Robert told him, before taking out his hands from his pits. “Especially when those abs are too ticklish to even be touched.” Robert teased, as he started poking his abs and belly. 

Flambae wheezed and doubled over, clutching his abs with breathless laughter. “Rohobeheherrrt! Yohohou-” He managed to push one hand, but was struggling to get the other hand. Why Robert’s hand was so fast, was completely beyond him. “Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!” He tried to threaten him. 

“Oh, you’re gonna kill me?” Robert asked, smirking. “How are you gonna do that…” He touched down on his front ribs near the abs, making Flambae guffaw. “When you can barely handle a few tickles?” He teased. 

“FUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Flambae shouted. “HAHAHAHA!” He tried to push Robert off him, but kept pulling his hand back whenever Robert went for his armpits. “SHIHIHIT!” He laughed. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD!” He shouted at him. 

Somehow, Robert kept managing to get one step ahead of him. It was infuriating while also…kinda fun in the weirdest way possible. A lot of him was furious Robert had found out one of his only weaknesses…But the other part of him was secretly enjoying it. He may spend his whole life denying it…but he secretly loved when Robert played around like this. The banter was one thing…but the roughhousing? Especially wrestling and play-fighting? That was more his style of fooling around. 

Robert chuckled. “Not gonna lie, this is quite the display.” Robert teased. “I could keep you giggling like this all day.” Robert teased.

Flambae was blushing more from those words alone. “SH-SHUHUHUT UHUP! GAHAHAhahaha-!” He covered his mouth in one last futile attempt to hide his laughter. As much as he was absolutely hating getting his weaknesses exploited…He hadn’t laughed like this in ages. Not even his niece had learned to tickle him this much. 

Robert couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. Flambae was completely red like his suit, with a bright smile on his face…and now, with his mouth covering it, he looked like a kid trying to hide behind the couch. “Is it too much for you?” Robert asked. 

“Rohobert- eeEEEK! PLEHEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAAP!” He shouted, kicking his feet wildly and squirming all over the place by this point.

Robert finally stopped tickling him, making sure that he wasn’t gonna explode. Flambae’s heaving and breathing filled the room for a while as he tried to recover from the big tickle attack. The fact that Robert had managed to get Flambae to plead…was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. 

But despite every stupid thing Robert had done that day, like the tickles, making him fall off the bar, and the many teases and insults Robert threw at him earlier…the last thing he EVER expected was for Robert to help him. 

“Here.” Robert spoke, offering him his towel. Flambae looked at him with shock, but took the towel. Damn…even after tickling him to oblivion…Robert knew the best way to help him out. “So…How was your workout?” Robert asked.

Flambae let out a couple more breaths. “A bit…different.” He admitted. Flambae was used to being out of breath from regular exercises…but from tickle fights? Not as much. But in a strange way…it still felt like his abs had gotten stronger due to the tickling. Flambae finally managed to come up with an answer. “I don’t know…” He admitted. 

“If you wanted another way to exercise your core…” Robert knelt beside him and gently fluttered his fingers against his abs one last time. “Would you consider getting tickled again?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae couldn’t help the giggles that left his mouth. “Ihihi-” He cleared his throat and stopped Robert’s hand. “I don’t know if…I can handle it all the time…But…” Flambae cleared his throat, trying not to make his slightly red face known. “I wouldn’t say no…if you offered…” He mumbled. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Wait…” Robert stared at him with shock. “So it wasn’t bad?” He asked for clarification. 

Flambae instinctively covered his face with his towel. “Don’t even think about it, Mecha-bitch.” He grumbled. “And don’t you EVER tell anyone about this.” Flambae warned. 

Robert dropped his jaw…with a big smile on his face. “There’s no way…” 

“Robert, NO!” Flambae growled. 

“I can’t believe this!” Robert reacted. 

“Robert, I swear!” Flambae argued. 

“You actually liked it!” Robert reacted. 

Flambae’s eye twitched…as Robert ended up saying it out loud. Oh, Robert had just fucked up…And Flambae has had enough…

The angry ex-villain suddenly sends flames towards Robert in retaliation. “FUCK OFF!” 

Robert yelped and moved out of the way, thankful that he, nor anything in the room had caught on fire. “Okay, okay! Jesus, I was joking.” Robert reacted. 

“You’d better be…” Flambae warned. 

Luigi slowly looked down at Mario as he loosened his grip on his brother. “You okay?” He asked. 

Mario tightened his grip. “Don’tletgo.” Mario mumbled. 

Luigi chuckled. “I’m not, I promise.” Luigi replied. “But…” He looked down at Mario. “Is there something wrong?” Luigi asked. 

Mario relaxed his arms a bit. “I…Don’t know.” He admitted. “Peach was teasing you and tickling you and teasing you…” He stuttered. “I don’t know what came over me.” 

Luigi thought for a moment. “Was Peach’s teasing getting to you?” Luigi asked. 

Mario nodded his head. “Mhm…” 

Luigi thought for a bit longer. “Did…” He gently tapped his brother’s back with his fingers. “Did you imagine yourself in my position?” Luigi asked. 

Mario blinked, frozen in thought…But Mario soon squeezed his eyes shut and hid his face further into Luigi’s shoulder. “Yes.” He squeaked, his voice cracking. 

Luigi had to stifle a laugh for a moment. All of this was confirming his suspicions on what was happening. Mario was experiencing a lee mood, and wasn’t sure what to do with himself. 

Luigi adjusted himself in his arms. 

But Mario tightened his grip. “Isaiddon’tletgo!” Mario mumbled. 

“I’m not, I’m not. Just adjusting myself.” Luigi admitted with a chuckle. “Can you tell me what’s going through your mind?” Luigi asked. 

Mario whined and looked down. “It’sembarrassing.” He mumbled. 

Luigi let out a laugh this time. “I think you’re safe, Mario. Out of all the people we know, I’m fairly sure I’m the one person who will understand.” Luigi replied. 

Mario let out a breath and let go of Luigi. “I-I was imagining her doing it to me and…and it made me all jumpy and giggly and embarrassed…” Mario was looking absolutely everywhere, unable to focus his eyes on something. “And I got scared of being found like this! So I covered my face with my hat, but you ended up stopping and looking my way anyway, so it was kinda pointless-” 

“Hey hey…” Luigi patted his shoulder a couple times gently. “I understand…It’s okay.” Luigi told him very softly. 

Mario held his temples with his hands. “I-I feel like I’m gonna explode.” Mario waved his arms around and started pacing in front of his brother. “I can’t sit still. Ihi can’t think straight. I feel like if I sit still for another 2 minutes, I am going to scream.” Mario made an explosion gesture with his hands, emphasizing how his head was going to explode. 

Luigi giggled nervously. He’s heard stories of people experiencing lee moods. He’s seen people writing about their lee moods. Heck, he had experienced lee moods himself. But he had never helped a person get through a lee mood before. And this wasn’t just any person…this is his BROTHER. Who ISN’T EVEN PART OF THE COMMUNITY. 

Luigi looked around the room and noticed the claws that were sitting claw-up on their dresser. He remembered what usually works on himself, but…He was scared. What if it’s too much? What if Mario can’t handle it? What if he doesn’t like his tickle strategies? Luigi could feel his mind filling with ‘What-If’s. But…In order to go through with anything, he had to ask one little thing: 

“Do you want me to help you with your lee mood?” Luigi asked. 

Mario slowly looked up at Luigi with a gentle, unsure look on his face. “Uhhh…” He put his fist against his own mouth as he thought. 

“I don’t need to if you don’t want me to.” Luigi told him. “I’m just offering to help you.” 

Mario opened his mouth, but closed it as his cheeks lit up in bright red. “I…I-” 

“What do you want me to do?” Luigi asked. 

Mario whimpered and covered his face. 

Luigi smiled a bit and took this as a sign to keep going. He walked up to Mario and placed his hands on his shoulders. “Do you want me to start off really soft and slow?” Luigi started gently spidering his fingers up his shoulder to his neck, and fluttered his fingers on his neck. 

Mario curled his neck to the right and jumped slightly, giggling. “HEhehehe!” He giggled. 

Luigi smirked slightly and fluttered under the jawline. “Kitchy kitchy koo~” Luigi teased in a higher-pitched voice. 

Mario squeaked and reached up to Luigi’s hand to stop him. “Heeheehee- NahaHA!” Mario held Luigi’s left fingers away from him. 

Luigi let Mario hold his hands back and bit his lip. “Want me to stop?” Luigi asked. 

“Y-Yeah…But only for a bit…” Mario let out a breath and slowly let go of Luigi’s hand. 

When his hands were free, Luigi took the back of both Mario’s hands. “What about your hand?” Luigi asked. “Want me to try tickling your palm?” He asked. 

Mario widened his eyes as he looked at Luigi…before looking down at his own palms. He…hasn’t really been tickled much on his hands before. The only time he’s ever been tickled on his palms, was when a dog licked his hand too many times. He wasn’t sure if he wanted tickles on the palms today…or if he wanted tickles somewhere else. All he knew was tickles, tickles, tickles. And those thoughts…even the word itself…gave him butterflies in his stomach. 

Mario finally grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. “Sh-Sure.” Mario replied awkwardly. “Justdoit.” 

Luigi nodded and started skittering with 1 finger on his left palm. “We’ll start here.” Luigi said. 

Right away, Mario let out a tiny whimper and squeezed his eyes shut as a wobbly smile filled his lips. Luigi noticed this and added a second finger to the palm. This made Mario’s wobbly smile grow toothy as he squeaked. “eeEK!” Mario jumped, covering his mouth with his right hand and doing all he could to not pull on his hand. “Thihis- This is harder than ihit lohohooks!” Mario’s giggles grew slightly longer as he felt a third finger on his palm. 

“I know, right? It really doesn’t take much.” Luigi admitted with a chuckle of his own. “Just know that if you pull your hand back, I’ll probably go somewhere more ticklish.” Luigi told him. 

Though he could feel the giggles filling his lungs, not all of the giggles were able to be pushed out yet. It just didn’t tickle enough for all the giggles to leave his lungs. He needed a more ticklish spot to go for. So, Mario pulled his hand back and clenched his ticklish fist, holding his fist against his chest before looking at Luigi. 

Luigi smirked and started wiggling his fingers. “Iiiii’m gonna getcha~” Luigi teased. 

Mario squeaked and shook his head. “NOhoho! Cohohome ohohon, Luhu. Dohohon’t doho thahat.” Mario ordered. 

“Oh? Don’t do what?” Luigi asked in a sly, deep voice. 

Mario yelped and cowered away, giggling as Luigi and his shadow easily overpowered him. “Dohohon’t tehease me like that.” Mario mumbled. He could feel the stupid thoughts just filling his mind over and over again. “Plehehease-” Mario grunted and pushed Luigi. “Just do it!” He ordered somewhat desperately. 

Luigi was taken aback by this reaction slightly. He didn’t expect Mario to react like that. Actually, all of these reactions from Mario were new! Realizing he may have been overdoing it, Luigi shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Okay.” Luigi replied before going for his sides. 

Mario gasped.  “eEEK! NAhaha!” He squeaked, immediately trying to cover up his sides. But when Mario did that, Luigi would poke and tweak his now-vulnerable upper ribs! “Oho NOHOHO!” Mario let out a short spurt of laughter and attempted to cover his upper ribs again. But Luigi would immediately squeeze his sides once again. “BAHAA! LuhuHUHU!” Mario yelled, struggling to cover up his sides again. 

“Keep covering up your ticklish spots, and I may just have to pin you down.” Luigi warned. 

“YOhohohou suhuhuck! Youseriouslythink- BAAAHAHAHA!” Mario held his head with his hands as he bursted out in proper, heavy laughter. “NOHOT THERE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mario cackled helplessly. 

Luigi was staring at him, both shocked and amused by his sudden reaction. All Luigi was doing was poking in his belly button! He wasn’t even swirling his finger around! He had just poked it, and was keeping his finger still inside his belly button! That’s it! And Mario was STILL freaking out! Maybe it’s Mario’s own moving around that was making the finger tickle him? Maybe…

Luigi smiled and picked up Mario, holding him in his arms and giving him a big tickle hug. “Does this make it easier for you?” Luigi asked. 

Mario threw his head back and laughed helplessly, wiggling around like his life depended on it. “HAHAHAhahahaha! WAHAhahahaha!” Mario cackled. 

Luigi smiled as he kept tickling. Mario wasn’t asking for him to stop tickling him anymore. He was just taking it like a champ…and Luigi couldn’t be more proud. 

“You tell me when you want out. Okay?” Luigi told him softly. 

“Ohohokahahay. Wihill dohoho.” Mario replied. 

Luigi tickled him generally all over his abdomen. From the hips, to the sides, to the ab muscles. He made sure to treat him with as many tickles as he himself would’ve wanted if he was in Mario’s position. And it would seem…Mario had a similar thought process as him. 

“How about I do the rib-counting trick on you? See how you like it?” Luigi offered. 

“Hehehehe- Uhusing the tickle communityhyhy strahategies on me now?” Mario asked.

“More your strategy than anything.” Luigi replied. 

“Cazzahahahate!” Mario yelled back. 

“Don’t be hurling curses at me!” Luigi reacted. “Oooone…” Luigi started poking his lowest rib lightly, but firmly. 

Mario kicked his feet and covered his mouth with his right hand, muffling his laughter. 

Luigi looked at Mario with a smirk. “Why are you covering up your laughter?” He asked, moving to the second rib. 

Mario whined. “Behehecauseit’sembarrassing…” Mario complained. 

Luigi shook his head and removed his finger from his rib. “Sorry Mario. But no tickles until you uncover your mouth.” Luigi told him. 

Mario’s giggles lessened to breaths, before he looked up at Luigi. “What?! Come on, Lu…Isn’t that a little unfair?” Mario asked.

Luigi guffawed. “How about I quote you for a moment?” Luigi cleared his throat. “‘Hey hey hey, don’t be covering up your mouth. Don’t deny yourself the chance to see how adorable you are’.” Luigi quoted perfectly, tone and everything. 

Mario looked down, already growing bashful. “You…You remember that?” Mario asked. 

“It’s kinda hard to forget what happened 3 days ago.” Luigi replied. 

Mario mumbled in slight annoyance. Damn…the man had a point. “...Fine.” Mario uncovered his mouth. “Just no feet tickles if I cover up my face.” Mario warned. 

“Oh, don’t worry.” Luigi reassured him, before pulling out a pen from the toolkit nearby. “The foot tickles are gonna have to wait.” Luigi decided. 

Mario widened his eyes as a mix of fear and excitement filled every bit of his being from his head, all the way down to his toes. The butterflies were really filling his belly now. Even the butterflies themselves were tickling him, giving him the urge to giggle. 

Luigi resumed his tickle attack on Mario’s ribs. He started with the bottom rib. “Oooone…” Luigi counted. 

Mario squeaked like a little girl, and giggled as he wiggled around in his arms. “eEEEHeeheeheeheehee!” Mario giggled. 

Luigi smirked and went up to the next rib. “Twoooo…” Luigi teased, wiggling his finger as he drilled it into his right rib. 

Mario squealed and tapped his hand on Luigi’s wrapped arm, attempting to take the tickles as best he knew how to. But let’s face it…Luigi had a lot more experience in the ‘lee’ position than Mario ever did. “Luihihigihihi! NAHahahaha!” Mario giggled. 

Luigi hummed. “Whaaat?” Luigi asked, moving onto the next rib. “Threeeee…” He dragged on. “Are Mario’s poor ribs just too ticklish to be touched?” Luigi asked. 

“Whahahat dohoho yohohou thihihihihink?!” Mario yelled. 

“Ooohooo! That’s a little rude.” Luigi reacted. “I’m gonna count that against you.” Luigi decided. He removed the lid off the marker, and wrote a single tally stick onto the back of his own hand. “1 minute of feet tickles.” Luigi decided. Mario’s eyes could’ve bulged out of his sockets, he was so shocked. Wait, WHAT?! 

But…Mario quickly noticed that Luigi wasn’t moving down to his feet. “W-Wait…Not-” 

“Not now.” Luigi replied. “Depending on how much you insult me within the next few minutes, I’ll keep adding 1 minute of tickles every time. At the end…is when I tickle you.” Luigi decided. 

Mario gasped and covered his mouth with horror. Insulting him will mean MORE FEET TICKLES?! AT THE END?! There’s no way this is legal! HOW IS THIS LEGAL!? He couldn't help the stupid giggles that left his mouth as the anticipation and fear set in. 

Luigi giggled a bit before continuing with counting. “Fooour…” Luigi kept counting. Mario uncovered his face right as the giggles left his lungs. “Thahahat’s fihihive!” Mario told him, trying to be all smart. 

But Luigi tilted his head. “Is it?” Luigi asked. “One…two…three…Oh! I see!” Luigi poked the 4th rib a little harder. “You are absolutely right! Looks like I’m gonna have to start aaaall over again~.” Luigi teased. 

“WahaitWAIT NAAAH! I REGRET! IHIHI REHEHEGRET!” Mario shouted as he felt his bottom rib being poked again.  

Luigi wiggled his finger on his bottom rib, for good measure. “Oooone.” Luigi counted. 

“EEEEHEHEHEEEK!” Mario squeaked. 

“Twooo…” Luigi counted next, wiggling his finger for extra effect. 

“Yohohou SUCK! YOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Mario shouted. 

“Hmmm…” Luigi thought for a moment as he smirked. “I see you’ve gone back to the insults.” Luigi mentioned. “Another minute of tickles, it is!” 

Mario shook his head and squeezed his hands shut in an attempt to not cover up his face. Not being allowed to cover up his face in any way, was proving to be extremely difficult for him. 

Luigi was noticing this. “Do you want me to hold your arms up?” Luigi asked him. “Uuhhuhuhuhhh…Mahaybe?” Mario replied, unsure.

“If this is too hard, I can count the left side and then stop, if that’s easier.” Luigi told him. “Noho no no, dohohon’t. Juhust…tickleme. Tickle the hell out of me.” Mario ordered. 

Luigi widened his eyes, surprised by his determination. He knew his brother was iron willed, but…Mario was telling him to essentially destroy him…and frankly, Luigi wasn’t sure he could do that. “You sure?” Luigi asked. 

Mario chuckled. “Are you incapable of destroying me?” Mario teased. “Are you too soft to wreck me?” 

Luigi narrowed his eyes. Luigi knew the truth. The truth was…Mario trusted him with his life. And Luigi knew exactly how to not overdo it. So, he decided that since Mario was determined to have him wreck him, Luigi was going to give him all he’s got and keep an eye on Mario’s endurance changes as he wrecks him…That way he knows when to actually stop. 

“Okay. You want me to wreck you? I’ll wreck you alright.” Luigi told him. Luigi rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the metal claws. He put them onto his fingers and smirked at him as he wiggled his fingers evilly. This alone was enough to make Mario nervous, yet giddy. 

He closed his eyes and shook his head, blushing a scarlet red color. “Ohohoho gohosh…Ihi feel like Ihihi’m gonna regret this.” Mario mumbled aloud. 

Luigi smirked. “Oho, you might…” Luigi held his wrists above his head with his left hand, and placed his clawed fingers onto his ribs. “You just might…” he teased one more time before pushing down on his first rib. “Ooone…” He counted. 

Mario “eeEEHEHEHEEE! NAHAHAHA!” Mario cackled loudly right away. “Hohow can yohohohou feheheel thahahat!?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Oh…I just can.” He replied confidently. “Twoooo…” He dragged out. 

Mario squeaked and threw his head back, cackling. “HAhahahahaha! HAHAHA- HEHEhehehe!” Mario laughed. 

“Threeee…” Luigi counted. 

“Yohohohou’re BRUHUHUTAHAL! BRUHUTAL IHIHI TEHELL YAAA!” Mario shouted. 

“Ooooh! Another minute to the tickle roster! That’s 3 minutes of tickles.” Luigi told him. “Foooour…” He counted, going up another rib. 

“KKKHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU’RE KIHIHILLIHING MEHEHEHE!” Mario told him. 

“Listen, Mario. You told me to wreck you. Your specific words were ‘Tickle the hell out of me’.” Luigi reminded him. “So all I’m doing is listening to your orders.” He added. 

Mario cackled and opened his eyes for a moment to see how far up he was on his ribs. “Ohoho geeheheeheeheez…WahaitwaitWAHAIT-” Mario shouted as Luigi’s fingers moved only a millimeter up his ribs. “Fiiiive.” Luigi said, giving the claws an extra wiggle for extra effect. 

“FUHUHUHUCK! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO MUHUCH!” Mario shouted at him. “Mmm…that’s a shame.” Luigi moved his claws up to the 6th rib. “Siiiix…” Luigi mentioned. “Too bad your ribs get worse the higher you go…” Luigi mentioned. 

“FUHUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Mario shouted. 

“Curse words AND insults?! My god! Looks like you’ve earned yourself two more minutes of tickles!” Luigi declared. “WHAHAHAT?! BUHUT-” 

“No buts. You not only insulted me, but you insulted me with a swear word.” Luigi mentioned. “That counts for two.” Luigi said. “So altogether:” Luigi counted in his head. “5 minutes of tickles!” Luigi declared. 

“CHEHEHEATERRHRHR!” Mario shouted at him. 

“Mhm…Just keep digging that grave for yourself…You’re now at 6 minutes.” Luigi told him. “Seveeen…” Luigi said, putting his claws on the 7th rib. “HAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEE!” Mario cackled. 

“Eeeight…” Luigi kept counting, going up. “Niiine…” Luigi went up yet again, speeding up the process. 

“AAAHAHAAA! WHAHAHAT?! NOHOHOHO!” Mario shouted at him. Luigi smirked. “Ten! You made it to 10!” Luigi declared. 

“IHIHIT WAHAHASN’T WOHOHORRRTH IHIHIT!” Mario spat at him. 

“You starting to really regret this now?” Luigi asked. 

“YEHEHEHEHESS! IHIHIHI AHAHAM! HAHAHAHA!” Mario yelled back. 

“Oh! Well, you’re almost there. Can you hold on a bit longer?” Luigi asked. 

“IHI’LL TRYYY- eeEEEEE!” Mario pulled and tugged extra hard on his arms the moment he was reaching the armpits. “FAHAAACK! NO! NOOHOHOHO!” 

“Elevennn…” Luigi counted. “Should I add a 7th minute?” Luigi asked. 

“DOHOHO-” Mario arched his back, before looking at Luigi with the best stare-down he could.  “DOHOHOHO YOHOHOUR WOHORST!” Mario shouted at him. “Okaaayyy~” Luigi touched his finger down on his last rib. “Tweeelve!” Luigi declared. “And a little tickle up under here-” Luigi tickled his claws in his armpits playfully. “-For extra measure.” He finished. 

“EeEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!” Mario wheezed and went completely silent after that. 

Luigi quickly stopped his fingers and let go of his arms. Mario folded in on himself and let out breathless giggles as he tried to recover. “YOhohohou…suhuhuck ahass…fuhuck…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi smirked and counted on his fingers. “10 minutes of feet tickles.” Luigi declared. 

“WHAT?!” Mario sat up with shock written all over his face. “You swore twice! And those swears translated into an insult! So you earned 3 minutes of tickles.” Luigi declared. “Oh! Plus the swear word right before I touched the 12th rib.” Luigi added. 

Mario growled. “Ffffff-” 

“Oooh?” Luigi asked with a smirk. “Do you plan on adding one more minute?” 

“-fffffratello…” Mario muttered. “You are going to be the death of me.” Mario warned. 

“Good to know.” Luigi replied. “As for those feet tickles-” 

“NOT YET.” Mario warned. “Not…not yet. I’m barely over the first tickle session.” Mario told him. “I know, I know. I wasn’t going to do that to you.” Luigi let him know. “Buuut…I will let you choose the day and time I get to wreck you.” Luigi mentioned. 

From the moment I woke up, I was excited. It was my birthday, and the entirety of the pizzaplex knew it. I had told them a long time ago, and they had never failed to give me a big birthday party every year. Endless balloons, lots of games, playlists of music, and so many presents. How these animatronics managed to get these presents snuck into the pizzaplex was beyond me. But I’m not complaining or asking them for any trade secrets. All I know is that I’m very excited to see what the Daycare gang has in store for me. 

When I walked into the pizzaplex, I made sure to turn to the right, to head to the front doors of the daycare. That was my usual route. Once at the doors, I pushed them open, and made sure to close it behind me. It was about 6:30am, and the animatronics were still shut down. They normally don’t power themselves up until about 7:30 or 8am. This gives me time to clean the place and stock the daycare with supplies. That way, the daycare attendants will be ready for another day with the kids. 

The first thing to do was stock the closet. As I unlocked the door and turned on the light, I quickly noticed how barren the supply closet was. This made me really confused. Why were the supply closets so empty? The packs of markers and crayons were missing! And there was no blank paper! Only lined and grid paper. Not only that, but…there were no balloons, paint, cardstock, colored paper, kids; scissors, erasers, or glue sticks left. Not only that, but there were party streamer ribbons and confetti absolutely everywhere! Who the hell- Did the janitor raid the supply closet last night?! There’s almost nothing on the shelves! 

So, I got to work opening the extra storage nearby, and opening boxes. 15 crayon packs, 3 stacks of white paper, 2 colored paper stacks, a full pack of erasers, 20 glue sticks, 4 packs of balloons, 7 packs of markers, 4 boxes of paint, 4 cardstock packs, and a full bin of kids’ safety scissors. A couple other things were added, before I unlocked the wheeling cart and pushed it to the supply closet. It took me about half an hour to refill the supply closet and clean up the confetti. After the supply closet was cleaned up, I started to head back to the entrance.

But right as I made it to the door, it slammed shut on me! I sprinted to the door, and slammed my fists against it. “HELLO?! HEY! LET ME OUT!” I shouted, bashing my fists over and over again. 

And then, much to my shock, the light flickered out! My hammering only tripled as I now stood in the dark. “HELP! ANYONE?! HELLO?! I’M STUCK IN HERE!” I shout. “STUPID FUCKING-” I give the door a hefty kick, before gasping in pain. “OW!” I grabbed my foot and tried rubbing it to dull the pain. 

Dammit…Now I’m stuck in the supply closet…in the dark…with another half hour before the animatronics power themselves up. What a fucking wonderful way to start my day! Happy birthday to me! Get closeted!

I grunted and looked around. Surely there would be a flashlight here, right? Or a lamp? I started looking around for anything resembling a light. I opened boxes, opened drawers, and eventually found a bin with what felt like glow stick necklaces. I grabbed a couple of them, and started cracking the glow sticks. One of them turned out to be a light pink, and the other one was bright neon yellow. The third one I cracked, was a blue one. Though the blue one didn’t help a lot with general vision, it did look nice. So, I kept it with the pink and yellow glow sticks. 

I held the glow sticks together, and started trying to look around for the key. I looked on the floor, looked at the shelves, and looked at the doorknob. Right as I started to reach for a shelf, I felt something slip out from under me! I felt my body fall backwards, and heard an ear-screeching sound as I landed on what I assume to be the rainbow styrofoam seats. I groan and sit up, holding my head and moving a styrofoam seat away from my lower back. Ow…What did I step on? I point the glow sticks closer to the thing on the floor, and sigh. God dammit…

The bits of steel cling against each other as I pick them up…My keys. I had slipped on the damn keys. I hook them up to my work belt, and stand back up. Looks like I’ve got another thing to clean up once I get the door open. I walk to the door, and look at the doorknob. This door appears to have a keyhole of its own. Curious, I tried putting the key in…And to my surprise, it fit! Turning it, I hear the click and gasp. I turn the knob, and drop my jaw as the door opens on its own. They…they really give this supply closet the same lock on both sides! Almost like it was installed to prevent incidents like this one. 

When I pushed the door further open, I was bombarded with constant colors and a loud ensemble of people yelling “SURPRISE!”. I yelp and cover my mouth, as my eyes finally gain focus. 

Sun? Moon?! Solar?! Lunar?! EARTH?! Even Freddy, Roxy, Chica and Monty were here! And they had a huge cake! And balloons everywhere! Even party streamers, and chain decorations with different colors! The colorful lights had been turned on, and pop music was playing! 

“Happy birthday [Y/N]!” The whole gang declared. 

I squeal excitedly and jump around. I know I was expecting a party, but not until after the pizzaplex closes! This is- this the very beginning of the day! The kids hadn’t even shown up yet!

“Were you surprised?!” I hear from Lunar as he runs up. “Were you?!” 

I giggle. “I was very surprised!” I admit. “I thought the party wouldn’t be till after the work day’s over.” 

“Oh don’t you worry about that.” A taller being walks closer. I smile as I quickly recognize them: Earth. “We don’t have the children today.” She told me. 

I widen my eyes. “W-What?” I ask, before looking at my phone. 

[Saturday, May 12, 2035] 

“Oh…” I mutter. Today’s a Saturday. That means…no tots today. I put my phone away and chuckle to myself. “I can’t believe I forgot that…” I admit. “I’ve been looking forward to today, all week! And I didn’t even remember it was a Saturday!” I further laugh at my stupidity. 

“Don’t worry, [Y/N]. It happens to the best of us.” Solar spoke up. 

“Not to me! I remembered it was Saturday.” Lunar spoke up. 

“Well, of course you remembered that. We were planning the birthday surprise all week.” Solar mentioned. 

“Well yeah…But still…” Lunar muttered. 

I laughed and looked towards Sun. “You okay?” I ask him. 

“This…cake is getting heavy.” He admitted. 

I laugh. “Then put it on the table!” I told him. 

Sun looked to the table, and half-closed his eyelids. “Oh yeah…” He put the cake onto the table, and hid his arms as he chuckled awkwardly. 

“Oh Sun…What am I ever gonna do with you…” I ask him playfully. 

“Well I’m not sure about you…” Sun smirked a bit. “But me and Moon had some extra little things planned for you.” He admitted. 

Extra little things, huh? “Like what?” I ask. 

“You’ll have to seeee~” Sun sing-songed. 

I widen my eyes and gulp. Oh…Oh no…I know exactly what that’s supposed to mean…

“Until then, let’s open presents!” Lunar jumped in and cheered excitedly. I switch my focus to Lunar, who happily gives me a pretty birthday bag with purple wrapping paper. “Open it, open it!” He cheers, practically shoving the present into my chest. 

I yelp slightly. “Thanks Lunar!” I cheer, before taking the wrapping paper out. I gasp and pull out a large piece of paper. “Awwww!” I coo, staring at the drawing. “It’s all of us!” I cheer, showing them. 

It was a kid’s drawing of the entire cast together, with me being held up in the middle. My arms were up in the air, and the words ‘Our Favorite Security Guard!” written in Earth’s handwriting with the words “And best friend!” Written in Sun’s handwriting. It was amazing! And it looked like every person had drawn themselves! Lunar drew himself in the front, and Earth drew herself closer to me. Sun drew himself holding me up on the right, while Moon drew himself lifting me up on the left. Solar was kneeling beside Lunar, giving 2 peace signs while pulling off his no-smile, more smolder-esque face. Lastly, there was me on the top with a party hat and sparkly eyes. 

“This is beautiful, guys!” I admit. And I wasn’t even exaggerating my reaction. It was so lovely! 

Next was Freddy’s gift bag! “I wanted to get you something that reminded me of you.” Freddy admitted to me. 

I nod my head and took out the gift wrap. The moment I saw it, I squealed! It was a golden retriever plushie! And IT WAS SO CUTE!! It had a blue hoodie on, and the cutest little blue eyes EVER! I hugged the plush right away! “I LOVE IT!” I screamed. “I’m gonna name it…Fazzy! After you, Freddy!” I declared, hugging it as tightly as possible. 

“Mine next! Mine next!” Moon declared, giving me his wrapped box. “I know it’s Easter wrapping paper…But it was all I could find.” He admitted. 

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. “It’s okay.” I told him as I took off the egg-covered wrapping paper. I stare at the thing for a little longer, before carefully picking it up. It was a beautiful glass painting of a white crescent moon and stars! It was gorgeous! “This is so cool!” I admit. 

“At night, when the moon is out, you can see the art in its true beauty.” Moon told me. 

“I’ll have to do that.” I admit. 

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Me next!” Chica cheered, handing me a gift bag. I open the bag, and remove the...strangely wet wrapping paper? When I looked into the bag, I burst out laughing. “Pizza?” I ask her. 

“Yup! 3 fresh slices, made today!” Chica admitted. “Plus, I wanna make sure you ate some breakfast.” Chica admitted. 

“Thanks Chica.” I tell her, placing the bag aside. The pizza had been put into the bag on top of wrapping paper. No plate, no napkin, no paper bag to be found. Just greasy pizza in a plastic birthday bag. 

“Here’s mine, [Y/N]. Won’t be much, but I think you’ll like it.” Lunar admitted as he handed over the bag. 

I take the bag and open it. To my shock, there were lots of wrapped gifts in here. I unwrapped the first one, and discovered a recordable button! This one was purple, and had the word ‘God Dammit’ on the top. When I opened up another present, I noticed it was a blue button with the word ‘Shit’ on top. “Are these-” 

“Recordable buttons? Yes. And each one has been filled with 2-second audio recordings of you swearing.” Solar admitted. 

I unwrap one, and burst out laughing as I press the button. 

“Fuck!” The button plays. 

I burst out cackling even more. Just as he described, it was a perfectly-cut audio recording of me shouting ‘Fuck’ from about 5 feet away. 

As I unwrap more of the mini presents, I discover more swear buttons. Bitch, Motherfucker, Cock sucker, Bullshit, Asshole, Dickhead, Fuck off, and even ‘Son of a bitch!’ were all buttons. And the last button…Was empty. 

“With that last button, you can come up with whatever recording you want.” Solar told me. 

I smirk right away, and click the record button. “You should’ve been aborted.” I say, before stopping the recording. 

Solar widened his eyes with shock, as I clicked the button. “You should’ve been aborted.”. I click it again. “You should’ve been aborted.” It repeats. 

“Now THAT…is my favorite insult.” I admit. 

“What’s ‘aborted’?” Lunar asked out of nowhere. 

I quickly put the button into the bag. “Why don’t we move onto something else?” I quickly say. “Thanks for the swear buttons.” I told him. 

Solar laughed. “No problem.” 

“Sun?” I speak up. “What’s your gift?” I ask him. 

Sun smiled brightly and gave me a bright yellow envelope. Curious, I took the envelope and read the front: 

[Happy 26th Birthday, [Y/N]!! ♥️] It read. 

I open the envelope, and open the card. Inside was a large, light blue paper slip. I picked it up, and looked at it. 

[Free Hour of Tickles! 24/7 usage. Begins: May 12, 2035. Expires: Never] 

I widen my eyes. “Uh…” I looked up at Sun…And right away, he was wiggling his nimble little robot fingers. Already, my stomach was doing flips. Uh oh…

“Awww…Is [Y/N] already blushing?” I hear Sun slyly tease. 

I gulp and shake my head profusely. “N-No! Why-” I clear my throat. “What gave you that idea?” 

“Hmmm…” Sun got closer to me, while everyone else backed up. I could already sense that no one was gonna help me anytime soon. “Maybe it’s these bright little cheeks of yours!” I feel his finger flutter against my left cheek, making me smile. “They are just lighting up like Christmas lights! But my dear…” Sun leaned in closer, with an evil grin. “We have several months until that day comes…” He giggled. 

Welp…I could already tell I was fucked. Not a moment later, and Sun had tackled me into the soft flooring of the daycare. I lifted my head up, and felt a pillow against my head. “Here you go. Let’s keep that head of yours in check.” He said before winking at me. My stupid blush only increased as I understood what he was doing. “Now: Who’s ready for some tickles?” He declared, wiggling his thin fingers again. 

I screech and cover my face with my hands. Oh god…This was making me both anxious, and excited at the same time. I could already feel giggles building up in my throat. Part of me was slightly regretting telling Sun that I like being tickled. But the other part of me is begging for the session to start. 

“3…” I hear Sun count. “2…1…” 

And just like that, flicking fingers quickly touch down on my ribs and armpits. My hands fly down and tense against my sides, as laughter just explodes from my mouth. “GAHAHAhahahaha!” I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. “Suhuhunnnn! eeEEHEHEEEK!” I shriek as his fingers flutter right into my armpits. “NAAA! SUHUN-STAHAHAP!” I cackle and laugh, wiggling around helplessly. I know Sun is an animatronic, but HOLY SHIT, HE’S STRONG! 

“Awwww, look at the precious little birthday bean! I’m surprised you want me to stop already!” Sun teased. 

“HAHAhahahaha! Ihihit’s so ticklihihish!” I giggle, still shaking my head. 

Sun laughed. “You’re saying it’s ticklish, and yet you’re shaking your head like it’s not.” He mentioned. “Is there something you’re trying to tell us?” 

I snort and cover my mouth. Oh GOD no…Already?! I look up, and widen my eyes at Sun. 

“Awww! She snorted!” Moon suddenly piped up. 

“Do it again! Do it again!” Lunar cheered. 

The mortified feeling…was somehow STILL mixed with excitement! How can I possibly be embarrassed, but begging for more?! WHAT IS THIS?! 

“Alright!” Without another moment to think, Sun shoved his fingers into my armpits again. And just like that, my snorting had started up again. 

I was cackling, snorting and wriggling around like a fish out of water. It was both overwhelming, tiring, and embarrassing at the same time. But…I was loving every second of it. 

“Mind if I join in?” I hear Moon speak up. 

“Sure! Wanna get her neck?” I hear Sun ask. 

“Sounds like a plan.” I hear him run to me, and I hear a squeal leave my mouth. 

“WAITNO- NAHAHAT MY NECK!” I squeal and squeak, shaking my head even more vigorously. My neck is the one spot that turns me into a giggling toddler. It’s been like that for as long as I can remember. And of course…Moon LOVES taking advantage of that. “EEEK! Heeheehee! Stahap ihihit! Eeeeheeheeheeek!” I feel a cackle explode from my lungs as my feet do little ballerina kicks. 

“Awwww!” I could hear Lunar’s voice getting closer. “You’re so cute!! You’re blushing, and giggly, and snorty!” I hear in a baby voice. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t fair! Nohoho fahahahair!” I giggle helplessly. 

“Awww, but this is what you wanted, right?” Sun asked. “You did hand me the ticket, after all.” 

“NOHOHO IHI DIDN’T!” I shout back. “IHI WAS SHOWING YOHOHOU!!” 

“Yeah…they might have a point, Sun.” Moon spoke up. Finally…someone who agrees with me. 

“Well, you still flashed it at me! So of course I’m gonna give you what you want!” He declared rather passionately. 

I giggle as I finally decide to take the tickles. That’s all I can do by this point. I can’t exactly stop them. I can only laugh, cover my spots and kick my feet. As I do all of this…I begin to pray that Sun can recognize when I’m getting tired. Though, if I can recall…Moon’s able to recognize that better than Sun most days. So…with Moon tickling my neck and having full access to my face, he will likely be able to recognize it. Though with Sun around…Who knows if Moon will be the responsible one or not…

Cause when it comes to Sun and Moon…They’re quite the unstoppable and chaotic duo. And that’s not even counting the rest of the Pizzaplex cast! 

My answer is: [Yes! and I remember a lot of details about it!]

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. 

Luigi and Daisy were enjoying a little picnic in the middle of the Grasslands. Luigi had packed some sandwiches and cut-up cheese and crackers, while Daisy had packed some fruits native to Sarasaland. 

“Are these dates?” Luigi asked, grabbing the little container filled with a dry, wrinkly fruit. 

“Yup, they are! Have you tried one before?” Daisy asked him. 

“No, I haven’t.” Luigi opened the container and popped a date into his mouth. But almost immediately, Luigi regretted that choice. His face started to wince and scrunch up at the weird taste.

Daisy giggled as she watched his reaction. “You don’t like it?” She asked. 

Luigi stuck his tongue out with a disgusted grunt. “No…” Luigi muttered. 

Daisy burst out laughing at his response. “Awww, poor thing…” She grabbed a water bottle. “Here.” She reached it over to Luigi. 

Luigi, desperate for some relief, took the reusable water bottle without a second thought. He opened it, and sucked back a whole bunch of the water…

Or what he thought was water…

After about 4 gulps, Luigi spit out the drink and coughed heavily. 

“Oh gosh, careful!” The princess patted Luigi’s back. 

Luigi kept coughing and said in a hoarse voice, “That’s not water.” 

Daisy looked down at the water bottle…then gasped and threw her head back with laughter. “Oh no! I gave you the wrong one!” She cackled with a look of horror on her face. “How much did you drink?!” She quickly asked. 

Luigi let out one last cough and punched his own chest to help his lungs. “Like- 5 gulps!” He admitted, coughing one more time for good measure. “What was that?!” He asked. 

Daisy gasped slightly and covered her mouth. “Oh shi-” She snickered. “That was…” She cleared her throat. “It was nothing.” She tried to say. 

“Daisy!” Luigi yelled quickly. 

“Okay, okay! It was vodka!” She raised her voice slightly. 

Luigi looked at the water bottle, and opened the main part of the lid. He gently smelled it, and let out a cough. “Daisy!” Luigi yelled. “Did you pack this?!” He asked. 

“No, no! That wasn’t me!” Daisy admitted. “Weren’t you the one who packed the water bottles?!” She asked. 

“Yes! But I don’t remember packing one with straight vodka in it!” Luigi admitted. 

“Crud…How much did you take in before you realized?” Daisy asked, nervous. 

Luigi thought for a moment. “B…Basically about 4 shots.” He admitted. “And that stuff has 40% per shot!” 

Daisy dropped her jaw. “Wait wait…Aren’t you a lightweight?!” Daisy asked. 

“YES!” Luigi shouted. 

Daisy threw her head back with even MORE laughter. “Oh NO! You’re gonna be as drunk as anything!” Daisy reacted, cackling. 

“Daisy…” Luigi sighed as he slowly put the lid back onto the water bottle. He looked closer at the water bottle, and finally noticed a red sticky note that matched the color of the water bottle. “What the…” He looked at the writing: 

[Good luck, Lu!] 

Luigi read it a couple times over, trying to process the words. 

Meanwhile, Daisy was focusing on something else. “What was that?” Daisy asked quickly. She turned around, and looked around them. There were bushes and trees everywhere…but one specific green bush had grabbed her attention. This bush was shaking slightly, and she swore she could hear slight giggles coming from the bush. “Either bunnies can giggle now…” Daisy walked up to the bush…And quickly noticed the flash of red. “Or SOMEONE…” She grabbed the red thing and pulled it out of the bush. “Is messing with our date!” She declared.  

“OW-OW! DAISY-!” The person yelled, trying to pull their arm out from her grip. 

Luigi quickly looked at the person, and frowned. “Mario!” He yelled. 

The person bit his lip and chuckled awkwardly. “H-Hi Lu…” Mario muttered quietly. 

Lu…That damn nickname…Luigi looked at the water bottle again, and then back at his brother. “Oh my god…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did you seriously try to sabotage my date?!” Luigi asked. 

“No! I would never do that!” Mario admitted, putting his hands up in defence. 

“Then what’s THIS?!” Luigi showed him the water bottle. 

“Just…a little something to spice up your date!” Mario admitted somewhat awkwardly. 

Luigi looked down at the water bottle filled with vodka…before looking back up at Mario. “Were you trying to get me drunk?” Luigi asked. 

“For once in your life? Yeah!” Mario admitted. 

Daisy looked at Mario and rolled her eyes. “Unlike you, Luigi doesn’t need to get drunk to have fun.” Daisy mentioned. 

“Also, I don’t really like myself when I’m drunk.” Luigi admitted. 

“Which is ridiculous! Because you’re fun when you’re drunk!” Mario admitted. 

Luigi sighed and closed the water bottle lid. “Okay…You wanna play a prank on me and then sneak around like that? You’re staying then.” Luigi declared. 

Mario and Daisy both looked at Luigi. “What?!” 

Luigi smirked. “If you think I’m ‘so fun’ while drunk, then you’re gonna be there for it.” Luigi told him. “And you know exactly what I’m like when drunk.” Luigi warned with an evil smirk. 

Mario’s eyes widened as he stared at his brother. “...Beh, merda…” He muttered, gulping. 

About 30 minutes later, Luigi could feel some of the effects taking hold. Daisy could notice the difference almost right away, and Mario was left sitting with them, dreading this moment. 

“Oho boy…I feel it.” Luigi admitted, giggling a little. 

Daisy giggled a bit. “I can tell.” She admitted. 

“Uh oh…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi looked at Mario with a big smirk. “What do ya mean ‘oh no’? Ya brought this upon yourself, bro.” Luigi told him, letting out an evil giggle. 

“I-” But Mario only had a second to speak before being tackled to the ground by his younger, taller brother. “aAH! NO, LUIGI NO!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi was holding Mario’s hands beside his head. “Oh, poor Mario…Stuck here…with nowhere else to go…” Luigi teased. “Whatever shall he do?” 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him and lifted his head up in confidence. “Do your worst.” 

Daisy watched the tomfoolery happen right in front of her. She had NEVER seen Luigi express this much sass before…

But she kinda liked it. 

Luigi giggled a bit at Mario’s threat and shrugged his shoulders. “Okaaaay.” He sing-songed. Luigi suddenly let go of Mario’s wrists and dug his fingers deep into Mario’s armpits. 

“aAAHSHIHIHIT! HAHAHAhahAHA!” Mario’s head flew back as cackles exploded from his lungs. “LUHUHUUU!” He shouted. 

“Huh? What was that? Can’t hear you over the sound of your laughter!” Luigi declared. 

Daisy was snickering and covering her mouth as she witnessed the usually-calm Luigi turn into the evil, confident brother she’d only heard about in childhood stories. It was almost like the vodka lessened his anxiety and enhanced his confidence. 

“LUHUHUHU STAHAHAHAP!” Mario cackled. 

“Huh? What was that?” Luigi dug into his belly next, making Mario’s laughter move up an octave. “Is the poor little Mario struggling to take it?” He asked rather dramatically. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Mario shouted back. 

“Oh, then it must’ve been the wind! My bad~” Luigi sing-songed the last part as he gently swirled his finger into Mario’s belly button. 

Mario tried to push Luigi off him, but Luigi wasn’t moving. He tried tickling him, but Luigi wasn’t reacting. “OHOHO COHOME OHON!” Mario yelled. 

“Need I remind you how strong I’ve gotten?” Luigi asked. 

“STOHOHOP GLOHOATING!” Mario shouted. 

“Woooow…Telling me to stop doing the same thing YOU always do?!” Luigi moved his right hand away, and looked at his nails with a smirk. “Talk about irony!” 

Mario quickly tried to take advantage of the slight break. He grabbed Luigi’s other hand, and tried to pull him onto the grass beside them. 

But to his horror, someone grabbed both his arms and held them above his head. “What the-” 

“Sorry, Mario. But you chose to mess up MY date too!” She declared. “Go nuts, sweetie!” She told him. 

Luigi giggled. “Thank-a you, m’lady~” Luigi responded. 

Daisy widened her eyes at that. She couldn’t help but blush slightly. Where was this flirty side coming from?! 

But it didn’t take long for Mario’s laughter to interrupt her train of thought. The guy was still being absolutely wrecked by his brother…And Daisy was surprisingly able to hold his arms up! Though, it gets easier when the person you’re holding is getting weaker from the tickles…Not to mention, lifting is a big part of her royal duties in Sarasaland. So the lady can proudly show off her muscles, especially at an egotistical person’s expense.