Summer Days

Next part of the AU is out! I have like maybe 2 other fics ready to go as well they'll come next week.

Enjoy~

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George knew from the moment Dream and Sapnap hugged, the two would be inseparable. They never said it out loud but both of them were sweetly affectionate. Before the kingdom was founded, they sought each other out.

They’d cuddle and hug daily. Sapnap’s hand would seek out Dream’s hair. Dream gave kisses out freely and would peck Sapnap’s cheek whenever he went by.

Now after their reunion, they were practically joined into one person.

It was both embarrassing and endearing to see them cling to one another so affectionately. It almost looked like George was the third wheel to their love, but he felt no jealousy as he watched them. George knew where he stood in their hearts as they knew with his. While they showered each other in attention they had missed over the year, George was still very much included.

They’d made it out of the creepy tunnels with Sapnap and Dream joined at the hip. They (George) had dug a tunnel out after following the decaying vines. Since Sapnap’s home was literally steps away, they all crashed there, passing out almost immediately.

The next couple of days were chaotic. Everyone was out and about helping get rid of the vines. The Dream Team was no exception but it was hard to help out when every time Dream stepped out of the house everyone would stop and stare. Of course it might be said the people’s obsession to hunt Dream down was from the Egg, it was still clear things were rightfully tense.

The people openly stared at the three, but none of them approached. That oddly made clean-up faster, letting the three clean up most of the vines around the garden and town. Then as soon as it was done, Sapnap approved of a break and the three were immediately off to George’s cottage.

As soon as the three entered, a nest was set up in the front room with the softest blankets and pillows. They each had their own room and space, but right now they needed each other close.

The next few days went in a blur. They slept close by one another, ate in the same room and spent every hour they could together. If George wanted to hunt, Dream and Sapnap would follow. If Dream wanted a nap, George and Sapnap would snuggle up. When Sapnap wanted a movie day, Dream made a comfortable set up on the couch and George got the popcorn.

The blissful days reminded George of how it used to be. The three of them lazing around until the call of adventure pulled them off. When it had all been so simple and easy.

It might not have been exactly the same but inside George’s cottage it felt like nothing could get to them.

George poured out the fresh popcorn into a bowl but his path to the front room was blocked by a huffy, snoring Cauliflower.

Since Sapnap’s return the pig had stuck to Sapnap’s side just as much as Dream had, so when they moved to the cottage it was natural she would follow along. She had been circling George as he readied the popcorn and threw a tantrum when she was denied a piece, now blocking his way back.

“Miss Cauliflower. Move.” George tapped her with his foot. Cauliflower snorted and moved herself ever so slightly with her back legs. It was awkward but George stepped through the inch of space she had given him and turned back to sleep.

“Thank you.” George huffed and came back to the  couch where Dream and Sapnap had snuggled up.

Sapnap laid back on the arm of the couch, half sitting half laying. Dream was draped over him like a blanket, humming as one hand played with his hair and Sapnap’s other hand was flicking through the channels of the TV.

“What are we watching?” George asked as he settled onto the other end of the couch. Almost instantly Dream placed his feet right into George’s lap, which George had to quickly move the bowl away to not spill the popcorn.

“I’m trying to find something.” Sapnap quickly flicked though the channels, far too fast for George to even see what was going on.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if we watch a movie.” Dream said lazily. “Put on some game.”

“We’re watching a movie.” Sapnap’s voice was just as lazy but still clear. “Fall asleep then it doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t wanna sleep.” Dream huffed, then he tilted his head up. “Give me that!”

Dream made a grab for the remote and Sapnap pulled it up and out of his reach. “No. Snatching.” He warned.

George knew exactly what was going to happen. Dream’s eyes sparked with the challenge. There was a tense pause. Complete silence. And then Dream launched himself up. He made a grab for the remote which he suddenly missed and his wrists were suddenly snatched up.

“George! Grab his ankles!” Sapnap barked as he held both of Dream’s wrists in one hand. George was caught off guard for a moment before grabbing as he was told. Dream tried pulling his leg away which became an awkward tug of war until Sapnap pulled him taunt and tickled up the side of his ribs and down to his hips.

“SAPNAP!” Dream squealed and arched his back as far as it could go. He struggled more but George had a better hold of his ankles since he was was focused more on wriggling his torso away.

“L-Let mehe go! Thaahahat—AAAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! NOT MY STOMACH!”

Sapnap made his hand into a claw shape and scribbled back and forth over Dream’s stomach like he was strumming a guitar. Even with his tunic on it tickled madly judging by Dream’s scream.

“You gonna snatch from me again?” Sapnap raised his voice over the roar of laughter.

“NO! NONONO! PLEASE!”

Sapnap gave a nod to George and they both let go. Dream instantly turned on his side to curl up, falling off both their laps and onto the ground. His fall was cushioned by the blankets and pillows just lain around them, but he still whined. “Ow...”

“You’re fine you baby.” Sapnap chuckled. He leaned back on the couch again to his comfy position. “While you’re down there you can fetch the remote.”

It had dropped as Sapnap focused all his attention to the tickling. Dream turned his head up, eyes on it then he looked back up to Sapnap and George. Sapnap’s focus was between whatever what on the TV and glancing down to Dream. He could see the same mischievous glint that George caught in Dream’s eye.

A silent second passed and then Dream grabbed the remote and bolted.

“Dream!” Sapnap shrieked and despite how fast he was at following, Dream had made it to his room and slammed the door shut. Despite Sapnap try, the door wouldn’t budge.

“You’re just gonna be in much worse trouble Dreamie~!” Sapnap’s voice was sickly sweet. “If you come out now I’ll just get your armpits. If you make me go in and get you, I’m gonna wreck you.”

George watched the scene as he leaned over the couch. This was common occurrence before, that Dream had no shot of winning.

Sapnap turned back to George with a wicked smile on his face. “George? Would you like to help me hold him down?”

“George! Don’t you dare!”

If he wasn’t helping Sapnap, he’d be on the target list. Seems like an easy choice to make.

“Sure, I’ll help.”

“GEORGE—!”

Dream’s cry cut off as Sapnap pushed against the door. Whatever Dream had propped up against it, whether it was his body or something else, was no match for Sapnap’s strength and he slowly pushed his way in. George was quick, coming to Sapnap’s side and slipping into the room.

“George! Don’t! Y-Yohou can’t—! Sapnap! Gehehet away! Wait-WAIT! I’m sorry! D-DohohHOHO! NOHOHOHOHO!”

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In the next few days the Dream Team were still as close, but the overwhelming need to be stuck together at all times had faded. They no longer worried each of them would vanish if they were out of each others sight.

Dream would go off in the early morning to hunt and bring in food for the day. George would take naps in the afternoon as the two would would spar. At night after dinner Sapnap would return to Kinoko Kingdom for a few hours and then come home and fall into bed between George and Dream.

Today, George was debating on going mining. Dream was napping on the couch after coming back from his morning hunt and Sapnap had left to take a lava bath. George was trying to make a list of anything he needed or wanted from the caves, but he couldn’t really focus. His mind was wandering to thoughts he really didn’t want to think.

The starry haired God pleading before him. The hurt in their face burned  in George’s head. No matter how much he pushed the thoughts away, just a moment of quiet, and he’d be back there.

“Hey. You spacing out?”

Dream’s voice shocked him out of his thoughts. George quickly wiped his face and turned his head to Dream stumbling into the kitchen. His hair was still messed up from his nap and he was wiping dried in drool from his chin.

Thank Prime. Something else to distract him.

“Where’s Sapnap?” Dream asked as he stumbled to the sink for water.

“He’s out for a lava bath. He said he’d be back sometime at noon.”

Dream hummed before swallowing down the glassful. “Well, while he’s not here, I wanted to ask you. You remember when we were in that Egg’s chamber?”

Literally the very thing George did not want to remember. He knew his lips twitched, but Dream said nothing to it as George nodded. “It was kind of hard to forget.”

“Do you remember that really tall guy? With the horns and fire hair?”

It was impossible to forget him. He had stayed behind as they went to rescue Dream but he was so impossibly tall and imposing. “Yeah...?”

“He looks like Sapnap. Right?”

“Well... Y-Yeah a little...”

“A little?! They look identical!”

They weren’t completely identical but they were similar. Far too similar. And they knew each other too as George remembered the glare Sapnap would give him and how viciously he snapped whenever the guy tried to talk.

But then George remembered, Dream wasn’t there for that.

“Well, yeah they look alike. Sapnap must know him too. They seemed familiar with each other.”

“They did?” Dream’s eyes suddenly lit up. “How?”

“Well they...talked...technically. Look what does it matter?”

“Well don’t you think it’s a little strange that Sapnap has a supposed God who looks like him? Like me and XD... Like...”

“Don’t.”

It was the very train of thought George did not want to go down. His brows knit together so tightly, the look must have given Dream the message as he just averted his eyes. “It was just...a thought. I was just curious...”

The topic needed to be changed. Now.

“I was just planning on going mining.” George rolled his shoulders and sat up straight by the kitchen table. There were loose papers in front of him with the start of a list written on it. Nothing more written than just the number one. “Do you want to come along?” He asked hopefully. Suddenly the idea of being in a cave, alone with just his thoughts, was the worst idea. But then being alone when Dream had these ideas of God look-a-likes might be worse.

“I actually had another idea.” The sleep was slowly dropping from Dream’s voice, picking up with an interesting lilt. He came to the kitchen table, sitting opposite George.

“Yeah?” George raised an eyebrow.

“I was thinking of getting revenge on Sapnap for that wrecking he did the other day.”

It was cute how even though Dream avoided saying the word, his cheeks still flushed a light pink when talking about being tickled. It was cute enough George couldn’t resist.

“What, when he tickled you?”

The light dusting was now a burning red. Dream covered it by annoyance and huffing. “Yes! That! I want to get revenge on Sap for that.”

It would have been foolish for George to point out he had helped Sapnap in that instance; even giving Dream a few good tickles as well. He just nodded, snorting a little as Dream tried to compose himself. “Okay, how do you want to get him? He is much stronger than both of us.”

“He’ll be tired after his bath.” Dream quickly replied like he had thought this all out. “And the moment he gets tickled, he becomes as strong as a kitten.”

“Okay...what’s the plan?”

A wicked grin grew on Dream’s face and he laid out his plan.

Sapnap had returned back to the cottage a little after noon. He came into the cottage, stretched and fell forward onto the cloud of pillows and blankets.

Perfect.

“Hey Sapnap.” George greeted as he came from his room. He jumped over the back of the couch, lounging above Sapnap.

“Hey...” Sapnap’s voice purred and he slightly lifted his head. Since water would ironically burn him, the only way Sapnap could have anything close to a bath was a lava bath; which was common to demons. The lava would burn off the dirt, but it was also similar to a hot tub or sauna. It made Sapnap sleepy, and soft.

“Good bath?” George asked.

“Mhmm...” Sapnap nodded and stretched out. “Where’s Dream?”

“He’s still napping. I think we’re just having a lazy day today.” George slowly slipped down to the blankets beside Sapnap. He stretched one hand out and kneaded gently into Sapnap’s back.

Sweet giggles muffled into Sapnap’s arm and he half turned over. “That tickles...”

“I’m not trying to. I’m trying to give you a massage.”

“Just out of the goodness of your heart?” Sapnap was suspicious as he had every right to be. Perhaps mindlessly George would rub their backs or brush through their hair if they were lounging and watching something. Never unprompted.

“Maybe? Is that so bad? You want the massage or not?”

Well Sapnap was hardly going to refuse. “Fine. Just... Be careful. You know my back’s ticklish.”

“I know I know.”

Sapnap lay on his front and George climbed over his back. It would be so easy to tickle along his back, but George held back the urge, trying to keep his touch firm for a massage. Right as Dream said, Sapnap melted into the pillows. Few times George thought he’d fallen asleep, but a small knead under his ribs and Sapnap chuckling quickly corrected that.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“’m not...” Sapnap’s words slurred, deep with sleep. He moved slightly as thought to wake himself up more, readjusting himself to the pillows. Right at that moment, George heard Dream’s bedroom window open just slightly. He just had to hope Sapnap couldn’t hear it.

George gently poked to the back of Sapnap’s ribs, making him giggle again and hiding the light sound of Dream sneaking out his room. He had an armful of feathers and carefully snuck to the couch, while George kept poking.

“S-Stohop...” Sapnap shifted his hips like he was trying to knock George off but it barely even moved George. Perfect.

“You’re falling asleep. I’m keeping you awake.”

“You’re n-not you’re t-tihickling mehehe...”

“You like being tickled though.” Dream said.

Before Sapnap could properly respond, Dream was quick in sitting himself over Sapnap’s shoulder blades. Sapnap woke up then but his moves were sluggish and he couldn’t act fast enough before Dream pulled up his top, and started running the softest feather down his spine.

“N-Noooohoho... Dohohon’t!” Sapnap’s begging was just made all the cuter with his sweet giggles and muffling into the pillows to hide his pink face.

“Listen to those giggles! You’re loving this!” Dream cooed in that sweetly voice George hated when it was used on him, but now he giggled along with it.

“Not there...ahaha! G-Gehet off!”

The feather trailed to the end of Sapnap’s spine, at the edge of the waistline of his shorts, and then flicked and zigzagged it’s way back up. George grabbed a few of the smaller feathers that Dream had dumped and let them flutter down to Sapnap’s back. He watched Sapnap squirm and uselessly try to shake them off before George grabbed a stiff feather and drew shapes along the back of Sapnap’s ribs.

“D-Dehead! You’re b-boohohoth dead!” Sapnap wheezed.

“That’s not the right thing to say when you want the tickling to stop.” Dream grabbed another feather and now had two tormenting Sapnap’s sides. Each one fluttering and licking up and down Sapnap’s side while George swished his feather over Sapnap’s lower back.

“Noooo! Nohohoho...!”

“Push us off, if you want. You’re big and strong.” George teased. “If you hate it so much you can make it stop.”

“I d-dohon’t wahant to h-hurt yooohohou two!”

Dream scoffed to the very idea of it, but he slowed his tickling and signalled George to do the same. The feathers stopped their swishing and pulled away from Sapnap’s skin. The only thing tickling him now were the small fluffed up feathers swishing as Sapnap wiggled his hips.

“We’ll stop tickling you when you admit just how much you missed me. Say how sad you were your good pal Dream was gone.”

Sapnap huffed so hard George was surprised he didn’t pass out. It would have been easier for Dream to march back to the Ender Dragon and extract a fang than getting Sapnap to admit he missed him. The Dream Team were no stranger to showing affections to each other, especially in high emotional moments, but getting them to openly talk about them was a different story.

Dream was an open book of every emotion he felt. George would scoff and call them idiots while speaking about it. Sapnap was fine to talk about his feelings, though sometimes it was like pulling teeth. He’d be mostly quiet. Especially under threat of tickling where his pride was on the line.

“Fuck off!” Sapnap predictably replied.

“Well that’s a shame.” Dream shrugged and picked up the feathers again. George followed along, lifting his own. “Looks like you just want to be tickled.”

The feathers came back to Sapnap’s skin. George’s swayed up and down Sapnap’s spine, while Dream went back to his sides. He had thrown aside his fluffy feathers and picked up two stiffer ones, sawing them up and down Sapnap’s side who squealed.

“N-NAAAHAHA...hehehehehe! Stohop! Stop! That tickles!”

“Oh shocker.” Dream cooed. “All you gotta do is just admit you love me and it stops. It’s real easy.”

“I-I should-AAHAHAhahahaha... I should h-hahave thrown your ass back in jail!”

George stopped tickling then as Dream had a well. George hesitated to look up, worried for Dream’s reaction but instead of anger or shock, Dream was grinning. He abandoned the feathers, gave Sapnap a warning of “oh you’re going to GET it!” and tickled his ribs mercilessly.

The reaction was instant before George could warn him. No longer being softly tickled got Sapnap’s strength back. His back arched as he yipped and chortled his laugh and then he pushed himself up to escape. Dream either didn’t believe it would happen, or he was too lost in tickling Sapnap, but either way he tumbled forward. His hands tried to brace himself to stop the fall but all that did was collide with and push George down.

“Ugh! Dream get off!”

“I didn’t fall on purpose!” Dream groaned but as he tried to push himself up, he was pressed down further.

Sapnap had quickly recovered from his giggles, and laid over Dream. His weight pressed his friends to the ground, and his hands dug into their ribs and sides.

“NAAHAHA! FUCK!”

“SAP! NOHOHO!”

“You two think you can team up on me? That’s cute!” Sapnap cooed to them as he quickly straddled over Dream’s back, keeping them both pushed down. “Real cute!”

“NO! Sapnaahahap! It-It was Dream’s ideaaahahahaha!”

“You snake! I ne-ehe! I never fohohorced yohohohou!”

The lazy haze of the day gave Sapnap some mercy, or he was still feeling soft. He relented on the tickling and flopped over the two into a messy cuddle pile. Dream and George whined, still crushed under his weight before they were allowed to shuffle around and settle.

“How cruel to gang up on me.” Sapnap dramatically pouted.

“Cruel? You can carry both of us with one arm. We need to team up on you!” Dream defended his position, which got his sides a quick taser.

It was a half hearted tickle fight that George quickly slipped away from. “Idiots.” He grumbled, and watched fondly as Dream scritched over Sapnap’s neck. “We can’t just sleep and tickle each other all day again.”

They didn’t hear him or didn’t care. George got himself something to eat and threw snacks to the two of them. Even if he was trying to watch something it was hard for George to ignore the two softly calling for him, and eventually he slipped down, back into the bed of pillows and into their arms. Sapnap snored on his left shoulder and Dream curled up to his right side.

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean your friends had superpowers- being kidnapped should have been a given, honestly you're surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Sure, your friends had powers but none of them were vigilantes, not that you know of at least. Maybe Dave, it's always fucking Dave.

"Uh boss... I think we got the-"

"If that sentence ends with wrong person, I will personally kill you"

Uh oh- the bag over your head was yanked off to reveal a very displeased person. They were huge, stocky, broad shoulders, massive biceps- hey wait, lock in. You could die. Now is not the time to ogle over a villain. Sigh you really need to stop reading fan fiction.

"I-I'm really sorry boss I-"

A tired hand clenced the bridge of their nose as they responded with a curt "It's fine"

"I-I won't do it again- I-"

You were certain you were about to witness someone being offed right in front of you. Not one to take chances you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Leave us- I'm not mad... Just disappointed- we don't get civilians involved, ever"

Huh? Weren't villains supposed to be I dunno, cruel and uncaring? Then why did- why were they hugging their minion like a parent would an upset toddler!? Okay this city was weird, you should have never moved here.

"Are you hurt?" they spoke with an air of authority that made you shiver.

"Uh no- um-"

"Good. I'm not going to hurt you. Sorry about the kidnapping, my colleague is just going through stuff so they're off their game- you know how it is...."

You most certainly did not know how it is.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything that happened April 14th would you?"

You let out a muttered curse despite yourself. Fucking Dave. You school your expression, it's not like you could say much anyways.

"I see... Well um, we'll drop you off where we got you, will just take the ship some time"

Ship? Where the heck were you? You stiffened as the villain approached you.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you- and I won't. I just need you to cooperate," they said with a gentle hiss.

Your mind raced, as the minion from before brought in a tray of assorted devices, some sharp, some dull, all used for extracting information you thought.

"Uh boss- I-I cleaned everything"

An exasperated sigh leaves their pursed lips. "Thank you, you are dismissed..."

They watched you curiously as you stared wide eyed at the tray.

"These aren't for you so you can relax"

"Oh gee thanks! I didn't know, since this is my first time being kidnapped after all"

Shit. Where did that even come from? Maybe now's not the time to sass someone when you're tied up.

"Oh?" they let out a soft huff, your brazen attitude catching them off gaurd. "You're a funny one hm?"

You swallow thickly, their face inches from yours. They had a scar running over their eye. The way they towered over you-

"Do you know what I can do? What I'm capable of?" they ask coldly, interrupting your thoughts.

Before you can respond, they turned to the dummy their minion just wheeled in. You had a feeling this was a common occurence. With a simple flick of their finger the dummy flung across the room, crashing with a thunderous clang. You stare, mouth agape, super strength.

"I'll ask again... Do you know what happened April 14th?"

Okayokayokay this was just them trying to intimidate you right? Besides, revealing your friends real name was probably not the best idea-

"I could break your rib with a nudge, so I suggest you-"

Squeaked. You literally squeaked. In your defense, and let this be the last time I defend you, their finger proded you so gently, of course it tickled.

"Take them to the interrogation room"

~

"Would you like some water?" the minion- I mean Xarion, The Destroyer of Worlds and Interplanetary Cessastion, or Xari for short- asked.

"Uh no I'm ok thanks Xari."

With a small smile, he walked away leaving you alone with the unnamed villain, hands tied firmly above your head.

"This might be the silliest thing I've done, but the sooner you talk the quicker you can go home," they said, cracking their knuckles.

"I-I don't- listen we can- Stupid- rubber boy or whatever he calls himself-"

"-So you do know."

It would be easy to just let you talk seeing as though you're unraveling at the seams so quickly but... Imagine being a villain running a literal empire, even they deserve some good ole TLC.

As you stammered all over yourself, they lazily ran a finger up and down your side, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

"I'm barely touching you kid"

Your face was flushed, this was evil, this was cruel and inhumane. This, this- random person has you strung up in a room, tickling you and making smug remarks. You jumped in place, hopping around like there were hot coals beneath your feet as you felt their gentle touches crawling down to your stomach. The villain laughed, amused at the sight.

"You should probably get this checked-" they began with a voice of genuine concern "-I don't think it's normal to be this sensitive, maybe you have a condition. I dropped out of medical school to pursue, well, this, but-"

"Shut uhuhuhp" you managed to blurt out. This was just insulting. Get checked? For what? Excessive ticklishness? Who referred you? Oh y'know, just a supervillain.

With a smirk, they caught one of your legs, which "accidentally" kicked them. It only took a few firm squeezes above your knee for you to begin laughing once more. There was something about the contrast, someone whose whole thing is their strength, being so delicate with you that made it tickle more. I mean, they probably had to be soft lest your bones be shattered if they weren't careful.

They let out a gentle huff, simply observing how your laughter seemed to grow the longer they went.

"You good?"

After a few deep breaths, you shoot them a glare.

"Drink."

This was humiliating. Xari had come in to raise a glass of water to you; the silly straw, which they insisted upon, touched your lips. Once you were done, you barely registered the sound of rustling coming from behind you.

"So about this- Dave, or rubber boy as you call him"

"Wait- he calls himself Dave?" you ask incredulously.

A curt nod was all you got in reply. Dave didn't know anything about aliases apparently, that kid was certainly going to get himself killed. But with how this villain was currently going on a tirade talking about how much of a nuisance Dave is, made you chuckle.

"He's such an idiot" both of you say in unison, a tinge of playful affection, at least in your statement.

"HEY- Get that- away from me-" you whine as a feather fluttered against your neck. When did they even get that? It didn't help that they looked utterly bored. Like subjecting you to tickles was the last thing they wanted to do and yet they did it anyways.

"I'm guessing you're not gonna help me?"

"Well no- snorts quit that!"

Okay maybe the aloof expression was a farce, this devil spawn took some sort of sadistic joy in toying with you.

"This is quite pathetic," they stated, trailing the feather over the shell of your ear, eliciting another snort from you.

With one hand they yank you free of the restraints, breaking a part of the ceiling in their haste, which they quickly brushed aside to protect you. There is no way of sugercoating this but you're doomed. With stupidly delicate hands they hoisted your arms up as you tried in vain to fight against it. Their hand was now poised directly above your underarm, fingers twitching menacingly. You tried really hard to not laugh, and hey two seconds is definitely a new record!

There was a slight flush on the villain's face like they were embarrassed for you. But that stupid smirk told you all you needed to know. The room is filled with a startling loud laugh, their hand finally making light contact on your armpit. You wish they could be a little less gentle, you didn't expect it to be this bad, especially when they started lightly drumming against your ribs. You twisted, and turned, and kicked beneath you but they didn't even budge. Their smile did, however, a toothy grin now plastered on their face. A knowing hum left their lips as they finally stopped. You didn't really want to begin deciphering whatever that meant.

"Tell this Dave of yours we have unfinished business," they began, hoisting both of you to your feet, "do get that condition checked. Xarion shall see you out and uh- stay in school... or whatever."

They awkwardly patted your head before disappearing to another room in the ship.

It was only a few minutes later, the ship had landed in a large clearing, then you heard, er, or rather felt a familiar gust of wind.

The speedster spoke. "We've been looking everywhere for you,"

"Where's Dave?"

"With li'l Mx. Empath- oh hey Xarion!"

"Salutations!"

"You're all dead to me," was all you could manage to say before being whisked back home.

"You're all red-"

"Shut it."

“Hey guys.”.

“Hey George! You look weird.”, Sapnap said as he tossed his sleepover bag onto the couch. George watched it tumble to the ground and shrugged at the words.

“Haven’t been sleeping much.”.

“Are you going to tell us why now?”, Dream asked as he stepped forward to pick up Sapnap’s bag. He placed his and his own neatly on the couch. “You were really vague about it before.”.

“My house is haunted.”, he said shortly. Of course he had already told them that. They had pressed, but he just explained that spooky things were happening basically non-stop and he needed help. What things exactly? Well. He looked between their worried expressions.

In retrospect, he should have met with them outside of the house to explain it in more detail. The idea of putting into words what was happening every night made his skin buzz and he knew whatever ghost or demon or whatever was watching and thought this was funny. He shivered as a cold breeze suddenly passed through him. He froze in fear, terrified it would make an example out of him right there in front of his friends.

“George?”, Dream startled him out of his daze. He had been standing there in silence staring at his friends for probably over a minute. He sighed and shook his head, but he was unable to shake the feeling he was being watched.

“Do you guys feel…like…a presence? Like, right now?”, he asked. Dream and Sapnap looked at each other and both shrugged.

“Not really.”, Dream said.

“No, but you’re definitely creeping me out.”, Sapnap laughed and joined George in the doorway to slap a hand onto his back. The warmth spread from his hand and forced George to relax. He let out a shaky breath.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy.”

~•~

“A tickle demon.”, Sapnap said quietly.

“I need to get the fuck out of here.”, Dream giggled. Sapnap joined him in his round of giggles and George looked between them. They wouldn’t think it was so funny if they experienced it.

George had explained how it had started small a few weeks ago with quick ghostly grabs at his sides or a dusting of cold fingers against his neck. It wasn’t long before it was a daily occurrence. And the attacks were longer and harsher. Sometimes, it was playful. It felt a little interactive, like maybe he had accidentally tempted the entity by reaching for something on a high shelf or going barefoot. The tickling was quick. Other times, it felt like a punishment where he was tickled until the brink of death. And clearly the thing had learned George’s body by now.

The worst part was the tickles were very inhuman. When he and his friends got into tickle fights, or if he was pinned down and tickled, he knew eventually that person was going to get tired. That the tickles would slow down from lack of interest or distraction or tiredness, or really anything. Something. The entity clearly was drawing power or energy or something from the tickling. It would get more and more intense as it went on. His giggles turned to laughter, then screaming. The invisible fingers went faster and harder, shocking his nerves. It usually started out by just tickling him, but as it went on the being would move him around and pin him down like it wanted. He felt it getting stronger and more excited throughout the session.

George struggled to explain it all, but he managed to get most of it out.

“You’re fucking with us.”, Sapnap decided.

“Do you guys seriously not believe me?”. George’s face was beet red by the time he got it all out for them.

“No, of course we believe you!”, Dream said. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Oh my god…”, he dropped his face in his hands and mumbled.

Still, the other two stayed with him through the night. They all stayed in the living room together. George jumped at every bump in the night, but the entity never made an appearance.

The one time George wanted it to…and nothing.

~•~

“You’re making me look crazy!”, he yelled into the air in the morning. The other two couldn’t help but laugh.

“George if you want tickles so bad, we got you.”, Sapnap reached for him, but he jumped away.

“No!”, he squeaked and then fought with Sapnap’s hands as he grabbed for him over and over again. “Sap, it’s not funny!”, he shrieked. Somewhere in the house, he knew that thing was watching and getting amusement out of this. He also knew the moment he was alone he was going to be in trouble. He grabbed Sapnap’s hands roughly. “You guys can’t leave.”, he said firmly.

“We won’t!”, he giggled and shook George free.

They looked at Dream.

“Maybe we can try talking to it and see what it wants?”, he offered.

“Like with a ouija board?”.

“Yeah, I guess. I can’t think of any other way to talk to ghosts.”.

In the end, George agreed and left with them to find out where to get one. He couldn’t imagine what the thing could possibly want though. It seemed to want to tickle George. But, he held his tongue.

He was dreading the night. He didn’t want to be made a fool of, but he didn’t want to be tickled again. The thought of the other two watching him be tickled senseless by invisible hands was humiliating, but it was preferable to the thought of being alone in that house again. Maybe the worst thing would be if nothing happened and George just looked crazy.

It was a lose lose lose situation, really.

~•~

“Now I definitely feel something.”, Sapnap muttered. There was an unmistakable tension in the air as the candles flickered. The three could barely see each other's faces and the playful teasing had long come to a end.

“Yeah, this is scary.”, Dream added. George nodded.

They all laid two fingers each on the planchette and Dream started;

“What is your name?”, he asked loudly. They all stared at the planchette. George’s hand twitched from nervousness and he wondered if the sweat from his hand was going to start making his hold slippery.

After a minute, it hadn’t moved.

“What do you want?”, Dream tried.

They all jumped as Sapnap squealed and yanked his hand away.

“What the fuck!”, he looked between the other two as he rubbed his side.

“He let go of the planchette! Isn’t that against the rules? We didn’t end it correctly!”, Dream said frantically. He grabbed the box the board came in, but dropped it with a squeak. “What?!”.

George watched in horror as Dream and Sapnap collapsed against each other as their laughter got louder and louder.

“No!”.

“Stop!!”. They slapped at their midsections helplessly in a state of panic George was all too familiar with. And there was nothing he could do.

“Stop it!”, he yelled. Both the boys slumped to the ground in a fit of giggles, but the tickling had ended.

“I believe you now…”, Sapnap whined.

“That was awful.”, Dream said as he sat up and looked around nervously. The giggles were sputtering into silence as the tension came over the room again.

The three of them tended to be loud together, but even now they were nervous to break the silence. The sporadic movement that the tickle attack had caused had left the room with only one candle left.

“This is actually pretty scary…”, Dream said softly.

The room plunged into darkness as the last candle was blown out by something none of them could see.

They all screamed, but Sapnap’s scream shot up multiple octaves and was finally broken up by his frantic and raspy laughter. George’s heart dropped, knowing he had accidentally brought his friends into the same nightmare he had been living. He shoved the board out of the way and found Sapnap’s squirming body. The boy shrieked in fear at the touch.

“It’s me!”.

“I’m here, too.”, Dream said nearby. Shit, he really couldn’t see a thing.

“Make it stop!”, Sapnap cried through his laughter. He was shaking and squirming back and forth. He screamed through his laughter as the invisible hands found a worse spot. George guessed it was his thighs.

“I’m going to turn on the light!”, he said loud enough for the others to hear and started to make his way to the wall.

Dream’s scream cut out through the darkness and he heard a thud as he landed on the ground. George stood in the pitch black and listened to his best friends laugh hysterically. What a ridiculous situation.

“Please!”, Dream cried out through his laughter and George heard him banging on the floor. Or maybe he was kicking his legs.

He couldn’t help but hover there for a few seconds and listen to them lose their minds. But then it hit him. He knew whatever the thing was, was only one thing. It had been more than a month and he had only ever felt two hands tickling him.

“Move away from each other!”, he yelled. “It’s only one ghost so if you’re far away from each other it can’t tickle you both!”.

There was some scuffle in the laughter, but George couldn’t tell what was going on. He returned his focus back to his task. He slid his hand along the wall to find the light switch.

“Fuck off!!”, Dream cried. He squealed and his laughter got louder. Sapnap’s laughter faded into tired giggling. George wondered if his advice had left Dream worse off.

It took a bit to find the switch, but finally the room was bathed in light. Dream’s frantic laughter calmed to bubbly giggles and he flopped onto the floor.

“That was completely insane…”, he said. But George knew it wasn’t over. To confirm his suspicions, he attempted to open the front door. It was locked.

“The door is locked.”, he informed them softly.

“Your door can’t lock from that side.”, Dream said, clearly alarmed.

“George, we have to get out of here.”, Sapnap said as he got up.

“I can’t believe I dragged you guys into this.”, George said. It was as close to an apology as they would probably get from him.

“What do we do?”, Dream pushed himself up and rushed to the door. George watched as he twisted the handle uselessly.

George knew what was coming and the panic was crawling up his spine. He knew this was probably going to be the worst one yet. And Dream and Sapnap were going to get a front row seat.

“Please don’t.”, he whispered.

“George?”, Dream turned at the noise.

George’s knees buckled the second the fingers were digging into his ribcage. The cackle he let out was involuntary and he crumbled to the floor.

“No! Please, no!!!”, he cried out. He felt a hand slide up into his armpit and he screeched into his carpeted floor. The hands were so real, manipulating his muscles and plucking at his ribs. But, no matter what he couldn’t grab them. It didn’t matter how much he curled up. And it didn’t matter how much he begged, it never did. “Stop!!”, he screamed. His body jerked him onto his back and he threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably. How humiliating. Why did he ever turn on the light? Dream and Sapnap gathered around him and watched in horror as he was tickled to pieces by invisible hands. They didn’t let up for even a second. He shrieked over and over again as they jumped around his body, leaving him flopping like a stupid fish. His laughter clipped into a scream as they dug roughly back into his ribs, his weak spot. The touch was so shocking and he felt he was going to lose his mind. It knew him well. Dream and Sapnap were helpless to watch. He wasn’t angry at them for watching, but them being his audience was making it so much worse. He could almost feel their gaze as much as the fingers tickling him.

“Well, I kind of get why they chose George as their target. I mean, he’s just so ticklish.”, Sapnap smiled. The words gutted him. He tried to kick at Sapnap, but the invisible hand pinned his leg back down and squeezed his thigh. He screamed and twisted, but there was nothing he could do. Sapnap giggled. The way his leg was pinned straight down made the tickling worse.

“Don’t hold me…down!!!”, he struggled out. He curled up a little and smacked at his thigh, but there was no budging the demonic hand tickling it ruthlessly. It had found exactly how to play with the muscle there and George didn’t know how he would survive. His laughter was sounding more crazed by the second. “Please!!”.

“This is really cute…”, Dream added. George screamed in protest, but this was a losing battle. The invisible hands crawled up and attacked his hip bones. George cried out and collapsed back, kicking his legs out desperately.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!!”, his voice was high pitched and shriek-y. “I’m gonna die!!!”. He squeezed his eyes shut so he couldn’t see his observers. The tickling at his hips was maddening. He felt the hands curiously feel around the bones and pinch at his waist. He was helpless to the flood of squeals and laughter forced out of him. The tickling got rougher and faster as the seconds ticked by…then minutes. Is this how he would die?

George had no clue how long the tickling lasted, but when it ended he just let out a squeak and flipped over. His cheeks were wet with tears. The other two crowded him, all giggles.

“George, that was crazy!”, Dream said.

“Are you okay? Oh my god it almost tickled you to death!”, Sapnap laughed and helped him up.

“We have to go…”, George giggled tiredly and grabbed blindly for the door.

“Yeah we have to get out of here.”, Dream agreed easily.

The three of them stumbled up and out the door into the night. It was late, but there’s no way any of them were stepping foot back into that house anytime soon. George’s skin still tingled from how aggressive the tickling was at the end.

“We can probably go to the community center, at least for now.”, Dream suggested. “I don’t know how we are going to figure out what that thing is, but I can’t take any more.”.

“You can’t take any more?”, George mumbled.

Dream watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of George’s left cheek from his hairline, noticing the quick rise and fall of the smaller boy’s chest as he took in quick breaths of air. He was clearly worried he wouldn’t have enough time to fill up his lungs before the blonde started up again. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was a deep red. His lips - which were shades of purple from biting down on them so hard - were still parted slightly, with quiet giggles still flowing as steadily as they were moments ago. George sat with his back leaning against the headboard of his own bed, arms out to either side and tied tightly to the bed posts to prevent him from lowering them. His white T-shirt that he had started out the day in had been long forgotten on the floor, having opted to leave his bare torso open for maximum tickles. He was left in black sweatpants and black socks to match, toes curling every time that the boy felt the electric current of leftover tickles through his body.

It truly was a sight to see. 

“Color?” Dream asked quietly from his place on George’s thighs, lifting his right arm and using the back of his hand to stroke the elder’s cheek softly. This earned him a small whine followed by a pitiful cough, but George was still smiling regardless. 

“Green.” 

“Perfect,” Dream felt himself relax at the confirmation, looking to his right at the items he had lined on the blankets beside his own leg. He picked up a long black cloth, a blindfold, and held it up in front of George’s face. “Do you wanna try this now?” 

The brunette opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear away the lingering tears from when Dream had been drilling into his upper ribs. He shuddered at the memory and shuddered once more when he realized what Dream was holding. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head slowly, refusing to meet the green eyes that were boring into him. 

“I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation, angel.” 

The pet name sent another round of butterflies to his stomach, squirming his hips slightly to try and tame them as he cleared his throat to answer.

“Yes, please.” 

“Good boy, Georgie.” Dream giggled as the Brit let out another whine, leaning forward and holding the blindfold with both hands to move it into position. George followed Dream’s instructions, leaning forward when he was told and closing his eyes so that the blonde could adjust and tie the blindfold just right, so it wouldn’t budge with all of the thrashing the smaller boy would surely be doing. 

“There we go.” George felt the weight shift from the top of his thighs to the middle of his thighs, recognizing Dream sitting back and allowing himself to drop back against the headboard. He squealed when he felt a finger wiggle on his lower tummy, tilting his head to the side and raising his shoulder to his ear when the giggles started up again. 

“God, you’re just so damn cute, George. What am I gonna do with you?” Dream smiled gently as the color in George’s cheeks deepened, knowing the comment got to him more than he had intended it to. 

“T-tickle me?” 

Dream swore he was going to pass out right there and then. He had never seen George act so incredibly adorable and pliable in his hands before. The blonde nodded, fully aware that the other couldn’t see him but felt the need to do so anyway. A pleased giggle escaped Dream as he allowed his free hand to join in on the gentle tickles on George’s lower tummy, making the older boy yank at his restraints as his laughter grew in volume.

“Of course I’m going to tickle you! You’re too adorable to be left alone, anyway,” The blonde turned his attention back to the arsenal of tools on the bed, a pointed paint brush catching his eye and turning his smile into a wide grin. “Besides, I have sooo many toys to play with. And you’re just my little tickle toy for today, aren’t you, baby?” 

“I- Dreheheam, come on, plehehease!” George lifted his head and turned to the direction of the younger boy’s voice, trying to speak directly to him. He was caught off guard and let out a cackle as Dream switched from gently tickling his lower tummy to digging his hands along his overly sensitive rib cage, smiling at the reaction it got him and continuing as he spoke.

“I said, aren’t you?” Dream leaned his body forward, purring into George’s ear as he continued to rake his fingers up and down the boney ribs before him. He made sure to press between every rib he passed, vibrating his hands with a little more force than usual to drive the point home. George cracked instantly.

“YEHEHES OKAY! I'M YOUR TI-TIHIHICKLE TOY! P-PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP!” 

Dream let his fingers flutter to a stop, flattening his palms and rubbing them over George’s ribs once before removing them completely. Normally Dream was quick to help relieve George of the lingering tickles, but today was different. Today he wanted George to feel every single tiny ticklish feeling he could produce, just because he could. 

The brunette continued to giggle, blissfully unaware that Dream was currently holding the tickly paint brush between his pointer and middle finger, spinning it slowly and admiring the small, thin bristles that he knew would drive George insane. The blonde reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table, popping the cap as quietly as he could, but gaining the other’s attention anyway. 

“Nonono, no please, Dream don’t! I….I can’t handle that, you know that!” George shook his head frantically, pulling at his arms as much as he could, knowing exactly what Dream planned on doing. Seconds later, his theory was proved to be correct as he felt gentle fingers rubbing the oil under his arms in agonizingly slow circles, tickling him in the best way and making George scream out. 

“I do know that. But do you wanna know something, George?” Dream asked, unsure if the brunette could even hear his question over the intensity of his own laughter. George shook his head as the circles continued, squealing when Dream switched from using the pads of his fingers to his nails. “I don’t fucking care.” 

Not a second later, George felt an extremely tickly sensation under his left arm, causing him to jolt to the right and yelp before bursting into bright giggles. 

“Dreheheam! W-Whahat is that?!” 

“It’s just a little paint brush, baby, what’s wrong?” Dream teased, giggling as he used the brush to draw tiny circles into the oil that was still covering the area. George thrashed to the side, pulling at his left arm and laughing harder as Dream began to focus on the outer parts of his armpit. The brunette twisted his body the best he could to try and block the tickles, grunting in frustration when Dream used his pointer finger under his right arm to make him twist back to the beginning position.

“Can’t take a little brush like this? How are you gonna handle anything else I have planned for you?” He continued to twirl the paint brush all over the sensitive skin, deciding to switch it over to his right hand to begin using it under that arm as well.  George let his head drop forward in defeat, giggling his head off while Dream continued to take him apart with the gentlest of tickles.

“Alright alright, I know how sensitive you are here so I’ll give you a break,” The younger boy giggled when George let out a sigh of relief as Dream removed his hand and the brush from under his arms, smirking as he placed the brush down on the bed and flexed his fingers. “But that means I need a new spot.”

George flung his head up in Dream’s direction and he could see the desperation in the way George furrowed his eyebrows beneath the blindfold, making Dream wiggle his fingers as he hovered his finger over the helpless body before him. 

“Well, you don’t need a-“ 

“Here seems good!” 

“What? Where- DrEHEHEAM!” He kicked out as best he could as Dream’s thumbs found the dips of his hips, digging in roughly and making him scream. George tried to buck his hips up, but all he succeeded in doing was arching his back forward and giving the blonde more access to his hip bones. 

“See! I told you it was a good spot!” Dream giggled happily, continuing to push his thumbs into the bones and drilling in every few seconds with as much pressure as he could. He slowly moved his fingers up, squeezing at the fleshy muscle directly above the bones and smirked when George let out a blood-curdling screech in response. 

“Geez, another good spot! I’m just hitting the jackpot today, aren’t I, baby?” George scrunched his nose up at that, shaking his head wildly in disagreement.

“You alreheheady know thehehem!” 

Dream giggled harder at the accusation, shrugging his shoulders to himself as he continued to scribble into the soft skin. 

“I do! And do you know what’s an even better spot?” 

“N-nohohoho?!” 

“Here!” George was thrown into cackles as Dream slotted his thumbs into the highly sensitive area between his hips and thighs, rubbing into the muscle there and causing George to spasm and jerk every which way. 

“Oh FUHUHUCK, P-PLEHEHEASE! GEHEHET OFF!” George bucked his hips up as much as he could, but it got him nowhere. Dream was sat perfectly balanced on his thighs, continuing to press quick circles into the crease and sending George into a cycle of thrashing, screaming and wailing.

Through his hysterics, he heard a knock at the door, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound as if he’d suddenly be able to see through the black cloth covering his face. 

“Am I too late?” The familiar voice bounced off the walls of the room, accompanying his laughter in the smallest of ways. Dream giggled and shook his head, motioning for Sapnap to enter. George heard the door shut and his laughter increased with the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

“Whahahat do you mean ‘too lahahate’?!” George exclaimed, throwing his head back and forth to try and fling the blindfold from his head. When this didn’t work, he scrunched his shoulders up and rubbed the side of his head along them, praying that the cloth would catch his bare skin due to the sweat, but found that it was impossible with the way Dream had secured it around his head.

“Well I couldn’t completely tear you down by myself, now, could I? So I may have called in some…reinforcements.” Dream explained, running his nails over the tops of George’s thighs while he spoke to allow his laughter to calm down a little more. 

“W-Why?! I- That’s…that’s cheating!” George felt the bed dip to the left of him, wincing and jerking his body away when cold fingers trailed down from his wrist to his triceps, wiggling and making him burst into giggles once again. 

“Is it cheating if you asked to be taken apart, kitten?” Sapnap chimed in closer to his ear than expected, giggling harder when the younger boy began to drag his beard over the shell of his ear. As much as George twisted and thrashed his head, Sapnap followed his every move, giggling along with him and continuing to tickle him with his facial hair. 

“I- I didn’t! I-” George’s protest was cut off with a firm hand over his mouth, muffling his complaints and making him grunt in retaliation. 

“Don’t even try it, Georgie. We both know you begged Dream for this. You just love being a silly little tickle toy, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Sapnap received a longer whine in response, sending the two younger boys into a fit of giggles as George’s cheeks turned a deeper red. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge Sapnap’s hand but getting absolutely nowhere. 

“He does. And he’s just so ticklish, you know? He can’t help it.” Dream added, causing George to scream out behind Sapnap’s hand in flustered frustration, trying to block out their words with his yelling but proving to only egg them on further.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we know you love it. Don’t even try to deny it. We’ll give you exactly what you want, don’t worry.” Sapnap lifted his hand from George’s mouth, moving to tickle over his tricep again to make him laugh before he could continue to complain. 

“Sap, help me for a second?” George’s triceps were finally abandoned, giving him some much needed time to take in deep breaths as Dream adjusted himself further down George’s legs, settling over his calves. He attempted to kick, trying to cause Dream to lose his balance, but this seemed to be a terrible idea as a set of small hands began to squeeze rapidly at his inner thighs. He shrieked at the surprise movement, throwing his head back and almost smacking it into the wall before falling into loud cackles and squeals. 

“Here, get under his thighs for misbehaving.” Before George could think to protest, Dream lifted up onto his knees and took George’s calves with him, lifting both his legs off the bed and giving Sapnap unlimited access to the expanse over the back of George’s thighs. As soon as the wiggly fingers touched down over the upper parts, George screamed like his life was in danger. Sapnap continued to squeeze up and down the backs of his thighs, focusing on the area at the tops of them just to hear George wail. 

“I-I’M SOHOHORRY! I- FUHUHUCK, PLEASE, I CAHAHAN’T HANDLE IT!” 

“Promise not to try and kick us again?” Dream’s voice sounded farther away than he had anticipated him to be but didn’t pay it any mind, only focusing on getting the unbearable tickles to stop before he actually couldn’t handle anymore. 

“Yehehes YES! I prohohomise!” George wasn’t ready for this to be over, Dream knew that, and so he tapped Sapnap’s arm a few times to give him the signal to slow down. Dream gently placed his legs back down onto the bed, not bothering to rub out the ghost tickles and forcing George to sit with the tingles shooting throughout his legs. The brunette whined at that, trying to rub his thighs against the blankets but failing to do so as Dream settled his weight back onto George’s calves.  

“Alright, now we can move on to what most likely will be the grand finale…” Dream spoke with a mischievous tone, sending a chill down George’s spine. He felt a hand wrap around his left ankle and the realization finally sunk in that Dream had adjusted himself to face his feet. He immediately broke out into panicked giggles, scrunching his toes and using his feet to try and cover the other in an attempt to save himself from the tickles. This was pointless though as the two just gripped an ankle each, pulling them apart slightly to make sure that one couldn’t protect the other.

A loud whirring noise sounded throughout the room, sending George into another panic as he yanked at his arms with all the strength he could muster up. 

“What the fuhuhck is thahat?!” 

“You don’t recognize your good friend? The electric toothbrush?” George could hear the smirk in Dream’s tease, feeling goosebumps expanding over his skin and visibly shivering when Sapnap leaned forward and held the toothbrush next to his ear. He then dusted the electric toothbrush over George’s collarbone and up the side of his neck, causing him to fling himself back against the headboard with a thud. 

“F-Fuhuhuck you!” George spat, immediately biting his bottom lip as he realized his mistake. It was silent for a few seconds before he burst into loud giggles, feeling fingers fluttering over both of his arches. 

“Oh?” He heard Sapnap question as the electric toothbrush disappeared from his neck and felt the bed dip, letting him know where the younger boy was headed.

“Nahahaha no! I’m- I’m sorry!” He pleaded with his two best friends for his stupid mistake, praying they’d listen, or at the least, feel bad for him. 

“Too late, Georgie. You’re fucked now.” Sapnap responded from what sounded like the end of the bed, feeling a new wave of panic spread throughout his body when he felt two large hands gripping his foot, grabbing at his toes and causing him to shriek. He felt his left sock slowly slide off, sending him into a panic.

“Care to do the honors?” 

“I’d love nothing more, Dreamie.” 

“Sahahap- Sapnap, don’t you dare- NAHAHAHA FUCK! NONONOHO!” 

Dream continued to hold George’s left foot as steady as he could, pulling his toes back and trying to spread them out as much as possible as Sapnap guided the electric toothbrush between each one with precision. The youngest boy made sure to pay extra attention to the spot between his third and fourth toe, having much experience with the spot and knowing just how torturous it could be for the squealing man in front of him. 

“Jesus, George, you’re so fucking ticklish, huh?” Sapnap commented, making the elder whine through his hysterics as he attempted to buck Dream off of his calves. However, Dream didn’t budge, and Sapnap only intensified the tickles by tracing his nails over the ball of his foot, holding the toothbrush down with a little more pressure to make him howl. 

“Don’t forget the other one, Sap!” Dream mentioned as if he were speaking about anything other than tormenting the life out of George, giggling quietly as he switched to hold back the toes on George’s right foot, yanking off the sock and throwing it across the room before doing so.

George couldn’t see what was happening due to the blindfold holding strongly, but let out a gasp through his giggles when he heard the familiar sound of the cap opening once more. He pleaded with the two to not use the oil, begging to be let go, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and he felt the cold liquid drip onto his right foot. He was instantly thrown into cackles as he felt fingers dance over his arches, focusing on the spot right under the ball of his foot that he knew the others were aware drove him mad. 

“NAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE PLEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!” 

“Sorry, Georgie, I can’t understand you through your giggles! Can you try again?” Sapnap teased, taking the opportunity to shove his fingers just below George’s toes as soon as he attempted to speak again, sending the older boy into a frenzy of panicked wails and squeals. He tried with all his might to curl his toes, to push out Sapnap’s tickling fingers the best he could, but it was no use. Sapnap held onto the top of his foot tightly with one hand, pressing along with Dream’s hold to make sure his fingers stayed put under his extremely ticklish toes.

“I think we’re gonna kill him.” Dream stated as he turned his head to watch George writhe in his restraints from side to side, seeing how hard he was yanking and how wet the cloth over his eyes seemed to be. The blonde let go of his foot, allowing Sapnap to torment his arches for a few more seconds before reaching for George’s left foot, which was thrashing as much as it could with the weight of Dream on his legs holding it down. 

Dream gripped the squirmy foot between his hands tightly, using the right one to tickle over the tops of his foot while the left one focused on the soles, flinging George into a whole new wave of hysterics. He kicked and twitched his foot as much as he could, but Dream’s grip never wavered. He had no choice but to sit back and take whatever torture the two wanted him to endure, the safeword stuck on the tip of his tongue but not quite ready to be heard.

“DREHEHEHEAM!” George squealed out as Dream’s fingers found the tops of his toes, using his nails to trace over the digits as they scrunched and wiggled as much as they were able to. Dream and Sapnap both laughed at the reaction, Sapnap switching to shove his fingers between all of George’s toes before using his free hand to trace over the tops of the toes he was tormenting as well. That was the final push over the threshold for George, causing him to scream out his safeword as loud as he possibly could.

“R-REHEHED! RED, REHEHED RED RED!” 

At the first mention of the word, the two were quick to stop the tickling, holding onto each foot tightly and rubbing away the tickly feelings as much as possible. George continued his cackling, twisting his feet in an attempt to yank them away from the hands trying to comfort them. 

“It’s okay, angel, we’re done tickling. We’re done, I promise.” Dream slid off of George’s calves, moving up to kneel by his right side while Sapnap followed his movements and situated himself to George’s left.

“How was that, hm?” Sapnap spoke softly, rubbing a hand over the brunette’s thigh and smiling gently at him as Dream reached forward to remove the blindfold. George opened his eyes slowly once the cloth was off, blinking a few times to rid them of the tears that were clouding his vision and squinting as he got used to the light. When he was finally able to open them fully, he looked between the two bashfully, embarrassed at the position he was in but loving every second.

“Ohoho my Gohohod. That was so…” 

“Yeah? Was it good, baby? Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeheheheah…”

“I’m glad, Georgie.”

The giggles showed no signs of stopping as George continued to feel the ghost tickles lingering. He was smiling wide, letting his head lull to the side with his eyes closed comfortably; he was entirely blissed out from the tickling he had just endured and wasn’t sure he would ever come down from this high. Sapnap ran a hand through his tangled hair, chuckling when he hit knots instantly from how matted it was from all the thrashing the older boy had done. Dream giggled along with the two, making a move to untie George’s right wrist with Sapnap mirroring him and undoing the left. 

After the two had untied him, rubbing his wrists and soothing them in the best way they could with their soft touches, George allowed himself to relax, slipping down and laying against the blankets below him. After a few moments of silence, he smiled up at his best friends, turning a bright shade of red before clearing his throat to speak.

“So uh…round two, anyone?”