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This is a tickle blog anyways allowed and requests heheh

[boredstar152]

saying hello

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Hi you can call me star I wanted to say a few announcements from myself This is a tickle blog

I can make art for you and fics

I enjoy requests

please don’t ask for inappropriate things I can draw nudity to a certain degree any age is allowed on this blog as well this is a safe place to read fics and see art to get your tickles off

I can also do tickle fics/art for your ocs but my oc will be tickling them you must tell me about your silly oc

I love fanart of my oc even better if they are getting tickles I also don’t mind requests for my oc

this is an example of what you ask for your oc:

My ocs name is Xyphira they are a alien and have four arms

tickle spots are upper ribs, back, thighs, and tail

love you stars hehe

Cute tickle drawing of oc just cause

[trashyswitch]

Trying to Survive Fazbear Frights

Michael is the guard in Fazbear Frights in 2023. All he wants to do is survive the night and get going. But the dreaded walking, animatronic bunny has been making this difficult.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by an anonymous person. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!

Michael was terrified. He knew he was screwed the moment he arrived to take this damn shift. He kept an eye on the green thing in the corner of the building through Cam 8, and switched his screen to Cam 7 next. 

He was nervous about what he couldn’t see. He knew the ghost animatronics were hiding somewhere…he saw the freddy one appear on the cameras about an hour ago. But would it appear again? Michael had no idea. But he was determined to find out. He switched to Cam 4, to see what was going on there. 

Nothing. 

He moved to Cam 2 next and looked back and forth. 

Nothing. 

He moved to Cam 5 and stared at the screen. 

Still nothing. 

Suddenly, loud beeping sounds filled the room! He looked away from the TV and looked at the building. The light was fading and lighting up. Looks like the ventilation is down again. Michael pulled up the tablet nearby and clicked the ‘Ventilation’ button to reset the ventilation system. 

Because…that’s a thing you can do in the 2030’s now. You can reset the ventilation system with just the click of a button. 

Michael watched as the ventilation fixed itself and showed the word ‘Ventilation’ in green. Michael put the tablet down and SCREECHED as he saw the limping animatronic limp across the other side of the front window. He held up the tablet as a weapon, and watched as the broken Freddy animatronic limped from the right side of the window, to the left. But once it disappeared behind the left side of the window, the Freddy animatronic seemed to disappear altogether! Where did it go?! And HOW?!

Michael looked at the TV again, and noticed he could only see black in the camera footage. He looked at the top left of the screen, at the red text: 

‘Video error’

He opened up the tablet and clicked the ‘Camera System’ button. The camera system started loading, fixing itself automatically. It soon stopped loading, and Michael looked back at the cameras to see where the broken bunny animatronic was. 

He looked at Cam 5. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 6. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 8. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 10. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 4. 

Still nothing. 

He looked away from the camera and towards the door- 

A big, bunny thing looked at Michael. “Boo.” 

Michael SCREAMED and fell backwards into the chair. The bunny reached his arms out and grabbed Michael immediately. With Michael’s sides in the bunny’s grasp, the bunny lifted him up like a Dad would lift a toddler up. 

Michael yelped and had his eyes widened as he kicked his feet and breathed rapidly from anxiety. 

“No!” Michael tried to twist himself around to get out of his grip. “NO NO NO-” Michael froze in place as he felt a strong squeeze of both his sides. 

The sound left his mouth too fast for him to stop it. And it was embarrassing. 

It was a high-pitched EEEEP! sound. 

And Michael covered up his mouth almost as fast as he let out that sound. The bunny froze as well, staring at him with its mouth open slightly, probably expressing shock on its face. Michael slowly looked over to the bunny with a mortified expression on his face. The bunny looked unsure what to do. 

Michael slightly uncovered his mouth. “......Sorry…T-Ticklish…” Michael admitted. 

The bunny continued to stare at Michael. It still looked shocked. Shocked to hear such a reaction, and shocked to hear such a strange reply. Not sure what else to do, the bunny slightly tightened its grip on Michael’s sides and lowered Michael down. 

Michael’s breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut. He grabbed the animatronic’s hands as he felt the bunny squeeze and loosen its hands on Michael’s sides multiple times in a row. Michael bit his lip tightly as he felt a wobbly smile developing on his own lips. 

The bunny looked down at Michael’s sides as it started to switch tactics. The bunny started to squeeze his sides one hand at a time. Left hand squeeze, right hand loosen. Right hand squeeze, left hand loosen. Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

Michael grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he shook his head left and right, trying to keep his reactions at a minimum. Was the bunny…trying to tickle him?! But…Why?! And what could the bunny possibly gain from tickling him?! 

Michael opened his eyes wide the moment the bunny stopped tickling. The bunny placed Michael’s feet onto the ground, and watched as Michael used his legs to properly stand up. 

“What are you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAAA!” Michael suddenly broke out in laughter as the bunny went for one of his worst spots: The dreaded armpits. “OHGOHOHOHOD! WHAHAHAT THEHE HEHEHEHELL!?” Michael yelled, struggling to push himself away from the bunny. 

Unfortunately, because the animatronic was…well, an animatronic, Michael could only do so much due to his own weak, fleshy body. Naturally, a metallic thing is much stronger than a human. Why did his father have to have a hand in making these huge, strong, death machines?! 

But then again, the death machine must have some sort of humanity to it…because it had decided tickling would be the best course of action at this moment. The animatronic soon moved its fingers down towards Michael’s ribs. Michael guffawed and threw his head back as his laughter went up a couple pitches. “WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael cackled and laughed. 

The worst part was that Michael could hear his own laughter echoing off the questionable walls in the Fazbear Frights building. It only made his situation a little bit more embarrassing. It felt almost worse being able to hear your own voice echoing through an old building. 

Imagine explaining this to the manager… ‘Um…So I died because that animatronic you found in the alley, had come to life and found me…and you can probably tell by the video cameras that the animatronic tickled me before killing me. Sorry! You can have your money back.’ 

Like, imagine writing a report on that! 

[Full Name: Michael Afton 

Age: 46

Date: July 18, 20XX

Description of incident: Security guard was found by an animatronic and killed onsite. Security cameras recorded laughter, and Cam 1 showed the security guard being tickled for about 30+ minutes before being killed.] 

Talk about embarrassing…

The animatronic moved its large left fingers off of Michael’s ribs and up to Michael’s neck. Michael squealed as the animatronic’s index finger snuck itself into Michael’s jawline and tickled the front and sides of his neck. Michael’s laughter was lessened to giggles from this action alone, which gave Michael the chance to somewhat recover. But he was still being forced to laugh at a time like this…just not as hard. 

So another mental note: this animatronic understands the fragility of humans. Have animatronics really evolved to the point of understanding a human’s capabilities?! 

Michael lifted his hands up to the animatronic’s wrists and tried to pull the fingers away from his own neck. But it was like pulling a metal bar down with human strength alone. It was impossible. 

And then Michael watched as the animatronic’s fingers, with Michael’s left hand still pulling on it, started moving towards Michael’s chin. 

“Nohohoho- Ihihihi, Ihihi ahaham nohot a dohohog!” Michael told the animatronic. 

The animatronic looked at Michael for a few seconds, and tilted its head to the right. Michael looked up at the animatronic and widened his eyes in surprise. 

Did…Did it just react?! 

Michael let out a loud, humiliating snort as he felt the animatronic’s index and middle fingers tickle his chin. Michael tried to cover up his neck by pushing his chin down to his lower neck, but he couldn’t properly squish the animatronic’s fingers down to immobilize them. The animatronic fingers just kept on tickling, much to Michael’s dismay. 

Michael was losing his balance, and using the animatronic’s body to lean against. The animatronic just let him use its arms as a ledge while the bunny animatronic continued to tickle him. Michael was just a mess of snorts and giggles…and he was getting weaker and weaker by the second. 

“Ohohokahahay, thahahat’s ehehenohohough!” Michael ordered. 

The animatronic paused its tickling, and was fully prepared to argue against Michael’s statement…but it decided to stay quiet. The bunny just resumed tickling his neck again. Michael snorted as the tickling resumed, and giggled as the wobbly smile grew right back onto his face. “Whahahahat?! Cohohome ohohohon!” Michael complained. 

The animatronic opened its mouth, almost like it was smirking at him. And to make things worse, the bunny decided to move its right hand to the belly button and tickle his belly button. 

Michael’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he SCREAMED! “MEHEHERCYYYYYY!” Michael screamed! In no time at all, Michael had completely flopped down onto his back and held his own stomach. He was just rolling around and cackling all giddy. Just that one poke was enough to make Michael drop to his knees. “Ohohogohohosh…aaaahahahahaha…” Michael mumbled. 

The bunny looked at Michael with its head tilted and its mouth closed. It looked like it was admiring Michael a little bit. Almost like…it didn’t want to kill him anymore…

“Nothing’s changed…” The bunny finally spoke. 

Michael exhaled heavily and slowly looked up at the bunny. “Wha….what?…what?” Michael replied, confused. 

The bunny just stared at him with its forcefully wide eyes. Except…the forcefully wide eyes didn’t seem to effect Michael as much as he expected. Even though his eyes looked like that, he still looked like he was admiring him…with some sort of loving eyes. 

The bunny offered Michael its left hand up. Michael looked at the bunny’s hand, confused. “So…you’re not going to kill me?” Michael asked. 

The bunny just stayed silent, and opened its fingers a bit more. This was its way of saying “Take my hand…I insist”. 

Michael hesitantly took the bunny’s hand and yelped as the bunny lifted him up a bit quicker than he was expecting. Michael cleared his throat and looked down for a bit, unsure what to say. 

But the bunny had an idea of what to do. 

The bunny poked Michael’s belly button again and opened itsmouth, almost like a smile. “Still ticklish.” The bunny mentioned. 

Michael giggled and tried, but failed, to push the bunny’s hand away from him. He held his own stomach with his other hand, while holding his right hand up in front of himself to keep a distance between the bunny and himself. 

“You are just as ticklish as when you were little…” the bunny told him. 

Michael was too giddy and dazed to realize what the animatronic had just said. “Ihihi-” Michael looked up at the bunny. “Hohohow dihihid…” Michael snapped back into reality. 

Wait, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?! 

“You…..You know me?” Michael asked. 

The bunny twitched its left ear and tilted its head the other way. The bunny said nothing. It opened its arms, almost like it was hoping for a hug. But it still said nothing. 

“No seriously, who are you?” Michael asked. “Because no one knew about my ticklish lower jaw. No one! Not even my girlfriend!” Michael reacted. “No one except for my family! And most of my family’s dead! My sister possessed Circus baby, my brother was crushed by Golden Freddy, and my Dad’s gone to who knows fucking where…” Michael added. 

The bunny listened to Michael explain what became of his own family. How was he not realizing the truth yet? Did he really have to spell it out for him?! 

“Michael…” The bunny said. “Mikey mouse…” the bunny said next. 

Michael looked up at the bunny with a mix of shock and horror on his face. Now that he said that nickname…that damn nickname that he hated for so long…he was starting to recognize the voice. It was…a bit more raspy than usual…but damn, did it still sound like him! 

“D-Dad?” Michael said. 

The bunny opened its mouth wide and stuck its head out of the animatronic mouth. “Hello, ol’ sport.” He said. 

Michael covered his mouth and started to breath faster and faster. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he paced the room, stuttering and mumbling under his breath. “Thiscan’tbetrue. Thiscan’tbetrue. Nofuckingway,man. Noway. It’stoofuckeduptobetrue.” He whispered to himself. 

“I…I’m sorry-”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Michael shouted at him. “DON’T EVEN TRY THAT, YOU CRAZY, VENGEFUL, LYING-”

“DON’T FUCKING SWEAR AT ME!” The bunny shouted at him. 

Michael went silent. 

“This is how you treat your old man?!” The bunny reacted. 

“When you’re so old you should be dead, then yes.” Michael replied. 

“Just…listen to me…for one second.” The bunny told him. 

Michael crossed his arms, annoyed yet letting him talk. 

“I was hiding in a closet…trying to get away from…” The bunny paused. “The children.” 

“The children you murdered.” Michael reminded him. 

The bunny sighed. “I got into the suit to hide…I didn’t know the roof was leaking when I put the suit on.” The bunny admitted. 

Michael softened his expression a bit. 

“The…the suit parts snapped out of place and crushed me inside…” the bunny expected. “I died in the suit…and wasn’t found until…” The bunny’s words strayed. “What year is it?”

“2023.” Michael replied. 

“WHAT?!” The bunny shouted. 

Michael winced at the loud reaction. 

“It…it was 1993 when I died…” The bunny told him. 

Michael looked down. “I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.” 

The bunny tilted his head. “But…we just reunited.” The bunny reminded him. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I got all the answers I needed. I know what happened to you now, I know you’re still here, and…we can both go back to just…existing in this world.” Michael told him. 

“Hm.” The bunny mumbled. “You’re embarrassed by me.” 

Michael frowned. “When you kill 5 children and unintentionally kill 3 others, then…yes. I’m embarrassed by you.” Michael told him. 

Michael looked towards the TV, and immediately noticed that the cameras were black. The word ‘Video error’ was visible on the top right side of the footage. 

“I need to recalibrate the cameras.” Michael told the bunny. 

The bunny nodded and decided to just leave him be. He walked out of the office and let Michael finish his shift. It was 4:00 at this point, and he had roughly 2 hours until he had to leave. 

When the hour reached 6, Michael packed up his things and started to leave. 

“See you on Monday, Michael.” The bunny said to him. 

Michael nodded. “See you then.” He replied, before walking to the entrance of the building. When he reached the entrance, Michael grabbed out some documents from his pocket. He read them for a couple seconds before crumpling them up and putting them onto the ground

Then, Michael grabbed out his lighter and set the paper aflame. With that all taken care of, Michael locked the door behind him and walked out of the door to his car…

[chococovered]

his turn also wimg tickles underrated

[boredstar152]

Hola soy nueva,me gusto mucho lo de Verity como Ler pero podrías aser uno de el y Mob,Verity como Ler y Mob como Lee

Porfa bueno si esque puedes :3

[trashyswitch]

Distractions On The Job

Michael Afton had been hired to work at the Circus Baby’s Pizza World. It’s only day 3, and he’s already feeling uneasy about continuing the work. Things get stranger as he’s distracted for a long while during his shift.

There are a couple swear words, but that’s about it.

Though this fanfic idea was mostly my idea, I’m dedicating it to @planet–venus, and @youngdrawingweirdo (both on Tumblr) because Venus helped me, and they’ve both been awaiting this fanfic. And lastly: Shoutout to @agarus-fallen-lershal because…I love them! <3

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[trashyswitch]

The Useless Hiding Place

Michael is hiding under the desk, trying to escape the animatronics that were after him. But that didn't really go as planned...

Michael was sitting under the desk, waiting for the animatronics to leave him alone. Evil beings, trying to disturb him while he worked…

The desk thing he was under, had a metal door crafted into it. He was currently trying to keep it closed.

But the animatronics kept peering through the holes in the metal, and kept opening up the doors. It was scary. Very scary.

“Hello in there…” Someone said…

‘Oh no...Please! Stay away! Get away from me!’ Michael was thinking to himself…

Michael waited patiently for the animatronics to leave…

And then:

“Someone is inside…” Someone said next.

Michael widened his eyes. Oh no…

Quickly, the door started to slide open! Michael bit his lip and tried to drag it back into place. NO! This is MY HIDING PLACE! BACK OFF!

The door stopped dragging outwards, and Michael pushed the door back over to the other side. Phew...that was close.

Little sounds and clangs could be heard…

Then the door started to slide open again! OH NO! Michael tried to hold onto it tightly, Come on, stupid door! STAY! STAY DAMN YOU!

The door stopped sliding open, and Michael was able to slide it back over. But quickly, the door started to slide open all over again! OH GOD! NOT AGAIN! Michael tried to hold onto the door as best he could, but it was still sliding open!

Come on! Slide back to the other side! Stay there, maybe?!

The door kept on sliding. He just couldn’t hold it! It was impossible! Next to impossible!

Then, something grabbed his foot!

“Gotcha~” The animatronic, whatever it was, yanked his foot out from under the desk and tried to pull him out more. But Michael was holding on tightly.

“What’s this?” another animatronic asked.

“A shoe.” The animatronic said. It sounded like it was talking to itself…

Michael covered his mouth and tried to keep his breathing under quiet control. He had a foot...He had his foot...But what was he gonna do with it?

He felt one of the shoelaces get pulled out of the bow on his shoe. Were they...taking the shoe off? Uuuuh...Why?

Before Michael could think about why, the shoe was pulled off his foot, revealing his socked foot.

“What is this?” One animatronic asked.

“Foot…” The other one said.

Wait a second...There were TWO OF THEM!?

“Oooh! Foot.” The animatronic said.

He knew the whole time they were talking about his foot…

“What should we do?” The animatronic asked.

Michael widened his eyes as he felt a finger poking his foot. It finally dawned onto him that the foot was gonna distract the animatronics for a while.

“Poke…poke…” The animatronic said as it poked the foot.

Michael, with a slight smile growing on him, looked through the gap on his right.

From what he could see, there were animatronic...babies? Touching his foot right now! Michael, as to not cause any issue, covered up his flashlight and switched it off quietly.

The blue eyes of the animatronics were able to be seen in the dark...in fact, they lit up! So considering Michael could see their eyes, it was obvious they were observing his foot.

It almost looked...toddler like! And...kinda cute?? If that’s the correct word for it???

But quickly, all thoughts blanked out the moment he felt scratching against the bottom of his foot. “Tickle tickle…” The animatronic whispered.

Oh no...OH NO...OH HELL NAW! Michael really badly wanted to pull his foot away. But if he did, it would alert them to his presence!

“The toes are wiggling…” Someone said.

‘Um...YEAH! CAUSE YOU’RE LITERALLY TICKLING MY FOOT!’ Michael thought.

One of the animatronics touched his toe. “Try up here.”

One hand winded up on the ide of his foot, while the other hand- OHGODNO-

Michael squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip hard. They were tickling right under his big toe! It tickled so badly, and he couldn’t help himself: He squeezed his toes. His breathing was becoming hitched and shallow.

“The foot moves...” One of the animatronics said.

“My turn!” The other one said, pushing its animatronic friend out of the way and scratching its fat fingers under his foot.

Michael lost all his breath as quietly as he could possibly make it. It tickled like a son of a bitch! It felt like 2 tiny back scratchers were scratching at his foot!

“Tickle tickle…” The animatronic whispered.

“I hear him…” The other animatronic whispered.

Michael clamped down on his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately. These evil tiny animatronics!

“Let’s tickle till he giggles.” one animatronic giggled.

Oh no...they weren’t gonna let him go…

“Let’s break him…” The other animatronic whispered.

Before Michael could do anything:

Two, I repeat TWO! pairs of hands, started tickling all over his poor foot.

Michael shook his head and silently lost all his breath again. And he just couldn’t get his breath back without snorting! And snorts make noise!

He had no idea how long of this he could take.

“Funny...They haven’t lost interest yet...what are you doing to make them interested?” Baby suddenly asked through the speaker.

Michael couldn’t breathe...he had to do something to breathe!

He finally breathed in, snorting in the process.

“It’s working...more more more!” The amimatronic told the other.

Suddenly, the tickling on his foot went faster and faster! Michael finally wheezed out loud. It was way too much for him to handle without making some sort of noise.

“What is happening?” Baby asked on the speaker.

Michael was giggling as quietly as he could with a huge grin on his face. It was so ticklish, so overwhelming, that he was struggling to even hold it in anymore. The laughter had broken free of his lungs, and was threatening to take control.

“Kitchy kitchy koo…” the animatronic said with a giggle.

“Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle.” the other animatronic said.

Michael started lightly pounding his hand into the ground. It was so light, yet so much for the poor man to handle!

But then: It all stopped!

All of it!

No tickles, no giggles, no whispering!

Just...silence.

Michael breathed silently and deeply, and started to try and pull his foot back over. But something was on his leg!

Wait! WAS THAT THE-

Michael let out a loud, high-pitched squeal as the 4 hands tickled his foot all over again.

“AAhaaaahahahaaaa!” Michael laughed, finally losing his composure.

“Success!” The animatronic said.

“Keep going!” The other animatronic said.

Michael finally broke. It took a long time, but the man finally broke open.

“I hear laughter...How peculiar…” She muttered.

“HEhehehehelp! Ihihihit’s sohohoho tihihicklihihish!” He begged.

“Nom on the toes.” One of the animatronics ordered.

“Nomming.” The other animatronic said.

Then the worst kind of torture started to take place: Toe nibbling and toe tickles! The animatronic was clamping up and down on the toes, almost fast enough to be considered nibbling, while the other animatronic tickled under his toes with its nubby fingers!

“AAAAhahahahaha! HAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!’ Michael laughed his head off.

“Bidlybabs. Come here.” Baby ordered.

The bidybabs, as they were called, stopped tickling and looked around.

“Baby.” the first one called.

“She calls.” the second one said.

“But human.” The first one mentioned.

“Don’t.” Baby warned.

Michael pulled his shoeless foot back into the hiding place and crawled out. But then:

The Bidybab jumped onto Michael’s chest and SCARED THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF MICHAEL!

The Bidybabs snuck under Michael’s shirt and started digging into Michael’s belly. Michael squealed and threw his head back, laughing. “NOHohohoho!” Michael lost his composure once again as his upper back hit the ground. “STAHAHahahahap!” Michael laughed.

“Disobedient minions!” Baby yelled.

Michael squealed and giggled all over the place. “IHIHIHIT’S FIHIHIHINE! THEHEHEY’RE JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” He laughed heavily.

“I know.” Baby told him.

Baby ended up leaving the bidybabs to their own devices. They were meant to help kids calm down around the huge animatronics. But this was not a good method of calming them down. It was only doing the opposite effect!

However, Baby didn’t mind listening to the man’s echoing laughter. It reminded her of a younger, high-voiced Michael. It sounded very similar to his laugh when she was alive. And honestly, what’s wrong with a little tickling?

[trashyswitch]

Michael Meets The Daycare Attendant

Michael just took a job as a security guard at the new Pizzaplex. Somehow, Michael finds himself in the daycare, where he meets the infamous Sun animatronic.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user known to me as "star (⭐) anon". I hope you enjoy!

“Whooooooaaa…” The man said as he looked around the entrance. “This is…a lot bigger than I expected.” He admitted. The man walked into the big Pizzaplex and observed the entire place. It was HUGE! It was like the size of an overly decorated city mall! The man hopped over the entrance gates and observed the GIGANTIC golden statue of a singing Freddy. It was ENORMOUS. On either side of the golden statue, were 8 light-up fake palm trees, with 4 on each side. It was definitely a sight to see. How in the hell did Fazbear Entertainment grow to be this oustanding company?! HOW?!

The man cleared his throat and looked down at his pocket. He pulled out something out of his pocket that made him smile a little. It was his favorite watch. He flipped it around to read the name on the back:

[Michael Afton]

The man put the watch onto his wrist and looked around for a second at the balconies, the many neon lights, and the neon sign that said “Glamrock Gifts” in cursive. there was a gift shop at the entrance? Why? Beside the gift shop were pictures of the brand new Freddy Fazbear and the brand new Chica. Well well well…So THIS is what they look like now…

The man stared at the banners as he started to walk up the stairs. The escalator was shut down for the night, and there were two sets of stairs on either side of the palm trees and statue. It was incredible. Though, there was something missing from the room:

A ramp. How are people in wheelchairs gonna enjoy the sights and the attractions here? What a stupid thing to forget. Well…then again…The original owner of Fazbear Entertainment wasn’t exactly a considerate person…Hehe…Michael sighed. Michael walked up to the top of the steps and admired the many things above the steps. It was getting bigger and bigger by the minute!

And before Michael could even comprehend, He was near a slide. Michael looked at the colorful slide and bit his lip. He really wanted to know what was down there, but he didn’t wanna get stuck. He slowly slipped his head and shoulders first into the slide to figure out if he could fit. Sure enough, he was just small enough. How hilarious! And ironic!

Michael got out of the slide entrance and put his feet into the slide opening. He held onto the top of the slide.

1…2…3!

He pushed himself for leverage and slid down the slide. The slide was very colorful as he slid all the way down. When the exit of the slide came closer, Michael braced for impact and landed into the ballpit below. For Michael, the ballpit reached up to his waist. So Michael started to walk through the ballpit.

“Hooo hooo HOOO!” Something said above him. Michael froze and looked up.

The thing jumped from the highest spot in the daycare and did a perfect dive into the ballpit. “Helloooo! New friend! You're sure up late! Are we having a slumber party? Where are all of your friends?” The sun suddenly said, grabbing onto Michael. “GAH!” Michael yelled, trying to push the animatronic off him. “GET OFF ME!”

The animatronic kept holding onto Michael as he said the next sentence: “We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads ex-PLODE and stay up all night!” The animatronic said. “Uuuuh-” Michael looked at the sun animatronic and started to grow more and more creeped out by its appearance. Why in the world does this thing even exist?! It’s horrifying!

“There is only one rule: keep the lights on. ON. On…” The Sun told him.

Michael nodded and listened to him. “Hey kid!” The sun started climbing on his body. “Wanna know my favorite part about being with kids like you?” The sun asked.

“W-What?” Michael replied hesitantly, ignoring the use of the word ‘kid’ when referring to him.

“I love the laughter kids have. It makes me joyful, hearing their bouncy, bouncy laughter!” The daycare attendant told him.

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Laughter? Really? I’m surprised you’ve heard it.” Michael reacted. The sun ignored him and started climbing onto his back like a spider. “Speaking of laughter:” The daycare attendant wrapped his arms around Michael and started skittering. “I wanna hear yours!”

Michael doubled over and tensed up. He tried to push the sun’s hands off him, but the hands were metal and strong! Too strong for Michael, apparently. Quickly, a small wobbly smile started to grow onto his face.

“Come on, kiddo! Just laugh! I know you want to.” The sun teased.

“N-no! Nehever!” Michael accidentally let out.

“Oh! I heard it! I heard it! More, more, more!” The sun encouraged. Michael tried to elbow him off his sides. He tried bashing him with his back, he tried everything. But it was just impossible.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” The sun teased.

Michael covered his mouth as he felt his whole body shaking and convulsing. Michael’s lungs were filled with laughter that desperately needed to come out. Michael was gonna try, but he knew he wasn’t gonna succeed for long. He physically couldn’t.

Michael quickly started to titter and hiss out bits of laughter with a toothy smile on his face. “Kkkkkhehehe- DAHAMIHIT! NOHO!” Michael yelled. “Yes! Yes yes yes! More! More! Gimme gimme!” The Sun ordered.

“Get-” Michael was about to tell him to get off, but right as he started to say it:

“aaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael finally blurted out.

“YES! Tickle tickle tickle! I hit the jackpot!” The sun declared as he pushed and skittered on Michael’s lowest rib.

Michael quickly lost his composure and fell into the ballpit. But this didn’t stop the animatronic’s tickle streak. The animatronic clinged to Michael’s sides just like a spider and skittered along the other ribs too. Michael was howling with new-found laughter. All the laughter he had bundled up in his lungs was now free to fill the daycare and the sun animatronic’s ears. “STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!” Michael begged.

“Stop? Why would I possibly stop? You love this! Every kid loves this!” Sun told him.

That’s a complete lie!

…Well, the second part was.

Not everyone enjoys being tickled. Not every kid loves being tickled to bits. Luckily for the sun however, Michael did enjoy being tickled. He wasn’t a complainer when it came to tickling. He rather enjoyed it and found himself quite touch-starved as the years went by.

With Michael’s breath starting to run out, Michael soon started trying to get the air back in. But this only made him snort in the process.

“Oooooh! You SNORT?! Hooo hooo HOOO! What a wonderful surprise!” The sun declared.

“NAHAHAHAT!” Michael argued.

“Definitely IS a surprise!” The sun replied.

Michael’s snorting only embarrassed the poor man more. Michael covered his face with his hands as he laughed and cackled. Only, the laughter was now muffled by his hands.

“Ooooh! I wonder:” The sun started tickling the neck with his nimble fingers. “Is your neck ticklish?”

Michael snorted again and fell into a giggle fit. “Quihihihihit ihihihihihit Ihihi cahahahahan’t tahahahake ihihihihit!” Michael begged. “Come ooooon! I’m barely touching you!” The sun reacted.

“Ihihihi knohohow, juhuhust-”

“Just what? Speak your mind, child! Speak your mind!” The sun encouraged as he skittered under his chin. “Wehell- EEEK!” Michael squeaked as his chin was tickled too. “Another ticklish spot! Another!” The sun jumped and held onto the front of Michael’s middle, and tickled his armpits. “Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo!” The sun teased.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael cackled. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHITS!” Michael begged.

“Awww! Poor…” The sun read the Fazbear Entertainment nametag that Michael was wearing: “Michael! Poor Michael…” The sun teased.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Michael shot back. “Ah ah ah~ This is a family friendly daycare!” The sun told him as he skittered and wiggled his fingers on the man’s armpits. Michael whined and continued to laugh and giggle in the arms of the sun animatronic. What a weird creature…Fazbear Entertainment really went all out and made a tickle monster animatronic! What a weird thing to do!

“Ohohohokahahahay, thahahat’s ehehehenohohough!” Michael ordered.

“Ah ah ah~ You’re not going anywhere!” The sun declared. “We’re gonna be best friends! Forever, and ever and ever!” The sun said happily.

Oh no…How about no? Did he even have a say in this situation? Probably not. Michael rolled onto his belly and pounded his fists into the ballpit. This made some of the balls fly up into the air. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI HAHAHAVE AHAHAHA JOHOHOHOB!” Michael begged.

“Not anymore!” The sun declared. “Your new job is with me! Welcome home, Michael!” The sun added. “NOHOHOHOHO!” Michael pleaded. “IHIHI’LL DOHOHO AHAHAHANYTHIHIHING!” Michael begged more. “Anything?” The sun asked, pausing his tickle attack. “Okay! You’ll stay with me forever!” The sun suggested.

Michael lowered his head and breathed heavily. No…No, that’s not what he meant. “Deal?” The sun asked, holding out his hand.

Michael looked at the hand for a hot minute…then pushed the hand away. He was NOT getting roped in with this weird guy. “Hooo hooo HOOO! No deal, huh? HUH?” The animatronic reacted. “Looks like I’ve got some feet to tickle then!” Sun declared as he dove into the ballpit. Michael quickly tried to swim himself away from the animatronic. But something grabbed his foot! Michael yelped and pulled on his foot. But the only thing that got loose was his shoe! Michael screeched and pulled harder as he tried to get out. But the moment his shoe was off, it was all over. Michael was doomed.

The animatronic started tickling his foot right away.

“NoHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed heavily. “Goochy goochy goo!” He could hear rather quietly under the ballpit. “LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOOOOHOHOHO!” Michael begged. “Naaah.” The sun replied.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael begged. “No way!” The sun responded. “Yes way!” Someone said near them.

Michael opened his eyes and gasped. Another person? Here?!

The person ran up to a collection of cylinder blocks and knocked them down.

The sun’s reaction was immediate! The animatronic climbed out of the ballpit. “No, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!” He said as he started cleaning up the blocks.

Meanwhile, someone had grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him away from the daycare. Despite being breathless and missing a shoe, Michael was out of there. “There. You’re free now.” The person said. “Than…Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.” Michael thanked them.

“No problem. You’re the new night guard, right?” the person asked. “Yeah…I am.” Michael replied.

“Good. You’re gonna be checking the perimeters with me on guard too. We need all the help we can get.” The person said.

Michael thought for a moment and wiped off any sweat out from under his bangs. “Sorry. Do you have a name?”

“Of course! It’s Vanessa.” The person said, holding out their hand. “Michael.” Michael replied, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, Michael.” She said. “We gotta move.”

Michael stopped. “I only have one shoe though.” Michael admitted. “The animatronic removed it while he was…”

“Tickling you?” She finished.

Suddenly, something hit Michael in the head. Michael grunted and groaned as the thing that hit him, was rather hard. “Ow…” he muttered.

“Ouch…Yikes…” Vanessa reacted. “I…guess you have your shoe back now though.” She said with a chuckle, referring to the item that just smacked Michael in the head.

Michael chuckled too and took a moment to put his shoe on. “Thanks for the help again.” He said, tying his shoe laces.

“No problem.” She replied. “Now let’s get going. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

I've officially reached 250 fanfics! YAY!

[theprincepeachii]

Lighten up, Michael! Michael needed to lighten up, anyway, so could you blame his father for telling the pizzeria's deadliest and tiniest tickle-bots that Michael was ticklish? Don't worry, Ballora will save him from - oop, nope, there she goes to help them instead.

Read it here! ♪(´▽｀)

[fluffyficsanddreams]

Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

[mushyblushyredhead]

Really quick, wanted to share this from a while back bc we never see enough of lee!Michael Afton 💜

Based off of @secretlaughs Michael Afton’s design 🫶🏻 love how you portray Mikey! :3

[absygobonkerz]

Btw @veryblushyswitch I thought you might like this

It jump scared me on my twitter feed in a good way

[mrswolf]

IDEA EJEJRHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

The train fight but instead of killing Player, The Prototype gives him a bajillion raspberries jdjdndjrjejesjdjeejrbdahsjdn

Also, luv ur art. Here's sum water 🚿

[boredstar152]

more oc tickles hehe

[bigdreamerpeach]

Ban ban has his fun to watch

Request from : @altivpolz

Hope you like it , i do my best x3

[tostuo]

TW: BLOOD

Bubbles

[ghostytouch]

Ler!Zooble X Lee!Caine

Now he learns.

[veryblushyswitch]

CAINE BEING SO EXCITED- 😭💖 Also him immediately curling up 🦋

[mrswolf]

player is sad so he asks Harley (TV Harley!) if he (player) can tickle him (Harley) to make him feel better (because he's in a ler mood!) and Harley eventually gives in even though he kind of hates it because he cares about player?

thanks for reading, again your time is important so please only do what you want with this!