Zorquil Tickle Blog

In an old relic dungeon, there was a Victini explorer. This Victini was cocky, being the "Victory" Pokémon and all. So there was no way they could lose to anyone, especially some common dungeon that some "high-ranking" explorers could clear with ease. Victini was better than any exploration team; better than anyone! And even though they never were in a battle before in their life, their psychic and fire powers were exceptional!

And so they began their trek through the dungeon, going through the corridors with an unfounded confidence. But this was strange. They couldn't find the way to the stairs. Usually, they could find things with their amazing psychic abilities, so something must have been wrong with the dungeon, not revealing the path for them. Maybe the dungeon was jealous of its power, or perhaps someone was sabotaging them. Of course their first dungeon trek in such an easy place should be a trifling matter! It should be easy! It had to be easy! They refused to believe they were lost on the first floor.

A couple of hours passed, and Victini still hadn't found the stairs. They were losing their nerve, starting to get hungry and a bit nervous. They kept telling themselves they could do it, that this was nothing. After all, they defeated many Pokémon along their way; that was easy. But the more they wandered, the more hungry they were getting, and they were losing power and energy to move. Victini didn't bring anything because they didn't need it... or well, they didn't think they needed it. It should have been an easy in and out.

But as they crossed a corridor, they found something inscribed on the wall. A map! Victini should have felt relieved... but they found it strange a map would appear before them now and not earlier. Was the dungeon pitying them? No, they would not take any pity from this stupid place! So with a large flame, they smashed into the wall, breaking the map into several pieces.

Wrong move. They didn't realize how little energy they had that the recoil of the move knocked them out. When they came to, they found themselves in a strange set of wooden contraptions, their feet trapped in the air next to their head, and their hands trapped below them. They noticed these stocks were in the shape of a V... was someone taunting them for fainting?

No, they shouldn't focus on that. They tried tapping into their fire to burn the stocks, but found the flame was out. They only got more nervous and maybe a bit frightened when they found they couldn't use any psychic energy either. Victini was trapped through and through, and they couldn't move an inch. ... Okay, they could shift around their legs and arms a bit, but that was all. They couldn't escape, and they were starting to panic a lot.

Just as they jerked around, they heard a noise. They stopped (not froze, because they would never freeze up) and looked towards it. There wasn't anyone visible, but maybe it was a ghost? They swallowed their fear and glared with an intimidation that they hoped would allow their release, but it was silent save for his twitches and the creaks of the stocks.

On the corner of their eye, they saw something move. Approaching was some strange brush-like thing: some cleaning brush with soft bristles with two handles bent into a V shape. Now Victini knew with a surety they were being mocked, but before they could get insulted, a soft tingle went over their sole. They gasped and twitched, their foot shaking around to try to get rid of the brush floating against it, clenching their teeth. They wouldn't let something like this get the best of them, and they wouldn't give whoever was tormenting them the satisfaction of their giggles, which were... unfortunately escaping them.

They tried to catch the noises into the back of their throat, but a second V-brush slipped between their toes. The tickles of that brush caused them to burst out into laughter, their toes curling and wiggling in an attempt to push the brush away, or to even just stop it in place. But no matter how much wiggling, shifting, or shaking they did, Victini couldn't stop those horrendous brushes from tickling his trapped feet.

Their pride melted as the minutes passed, going from trying to hold back laughter to giving into it. Victini tried to protest through laughter, first insulting whatever was doing this to ordering them to cease unless they want to be beaten up once they escape... to pleading them to stop and crying for help. They wondered how any Pokémon could even get through this place, much less survive. All the poor victory Pokémon knew was that they needed rescue, and hoped that someone, anyone would come save them. They didn't even care anymore about being the strongest, and they would never think less about the explorers ever again.