A Ticklish Ghost Is Not Super Stealthy
“Wilbur?? Ohhhh Wilburrr?? Where did you run off to silly ghost!?” Techno taunted, hooves sinking in shallow tracks on the sand.
The SBI family was currently at the beach. Tommy and Tubbo were off playing in the water doing who knows what.
And Phil was fast asleep on a lawn chair his wings lazily draped over the side of the chair some sand dusting over the ends of the feathers.
Wilbur and Techno were currently playing a very one sided game of hide and seek, Techno insisted on just sitting down and building a very intricate battle fortress (sandcastle) and Wilbur wanted to mess with Techno and his “Overly detailed princess castle.”
Techno reached down into the sand for about the 11th time in the past 10 minutes thinking he was grabbing onto his ghostly brother but instead just grabbed onto air as Wilburs head popped out of the sand a few feet away and stuck his tongue out at Techno.
The piglin jumped forward ready to pounce on Wilbur when the Brit sunk back down into the sand and disappeared again. Techno once again grabbed air and dug at the sand slightly before flopping down onto his stomach and rolling over.
“Wilburrrr! That’s unfair that you can just fall through the floor!!” Techno complained as he closed his eyes and sighed.
Suddenly two thin ghostlike hands shot out of the sand on either side of him and dug into the piglins sides.
Techno absolutely squealed with laughter as he tried to grab at the offending hands. “Wililhihihbureueur??!? NOhahhahah” Techno screamed as Wilbur clawed his fingers up over his ribs.
Techno tried to sit upwards before Wilbur grabbed onto him? Arms wrapping around his torso as he pulled his brother up out of the sand being considerably stronger then him.
Before Wilbur had time to react Techno flipped himself over and pulled up Wilbur the rest of the way to where his brother was just laying on the sand.
“OH YOU LITTLE RAT IM GONNA MAKE YOU CRY FOR THAT!” Techno says playfully as he grabs Wilburs wrists in his hand and pushes them into the sand above his head.
The Brit started to struggle and his legs fell through the sand before Techno dug his free hand directly onto his brothers clothed tummy.
“aHAHAhahahhh TEchNo Noshshsh iM soRry!!!” Wilbur pleaded, not having enough focus to sink the rest of his body into the ground so he could escape, basically trapping his legs, knees down in the ground.
Techno took a seat on his brother hips fully trapping him in place. He stopped got a second as Wilbur got enough energy to fall through again. His arms came apart as he pushed them into the ground.
Techno watched for about a second or two before he dug into Wilburs sides once again but now with both hands.
Wilbur was quick to realize that he only trapped himself further, his arms also trapped in what felt like concrete.
This new position left the ghost boy completely exposed to whatever Techno had in mind for him. Which was seemingly tickles. Looking down through tearing up eyes as his sides were scribbled over he was able to pinpoint his top worst spots which were easily exposed at the moment.
Techno laughed softly watching his brother realize the situation he’s put himself into.
“Oh Wilbur, dear brother.” Techno cooed his hoof clawed fingers sliding under his sweater and pushing it up a bit.
“Ooh what’s this!?” He gasped in feign surprise looking at the ghosts belly button.
Wilbur had to stupidly look up to see what Techno was referring to when he immediately paled even more considering he was already dead.
“T-Techno let’s be reasonable here... I-I only tickled you f-for like 10 seconds..” Wilbur tried to beg as he became nervous not being able to break Technos stare at his worst spot.
Techno leaned down and blew a big raspberry right onto his brothers navel.
Wilbur practically screamed with ticklish laughter as he tried to buck his hips away but Techno had a firm hold on his hips that kept him from moving to far.
“HEHAHAHPA FUCK HAHhaha it- STAHhahaop!!!” Wilbur had tears in his eyes now his shaky smile on his face.
Throwing his head back into the sand and trying desperately to pull at his stuck limbs.
Techno remained unphased by his brothers pleading until he felt someone’s hand rest on his shoulders.
“Try his scar.” A wing came down as he brushed across Wilburs stomach pushing up his sweater more to show the mark from where he died at.
Techno looked up and saw Phil standing there smiling.
“P-PHIHIHIL?!? HEHEHELP ME!!” Wilbur squeaked out.
“No can do son. You woke me up with that scream of yours. Now I’m fully invested in this fight.”
Techno looked back at his trapped brother and ran his fingers lightly over his scar.
“HhHhhhaHah HAHAHA TECHNO STOHOHP!!!” Wilbur screamed through barks of laughter, trying to turn himself over to no avail.
Tommy and Tubbo both made their way over as well seeing and hearing all the commotion.
Tommy was quick to realize what was going on and like a child on Christmas morning rushed over to Wilburs head and sat down before without warning dug into the ghosts underarms.
Tubbo looked a little bit less confident but Phil soon came to see this as a “family bonding activity”
Phil nudged Tubbo closer to Wilbur and leaned down to Tubbo. “Go on, he’s your brother, it’s okay to mess with him too haha.”
Phil gestured his wings to Wilburs ribs, “these are a really bad spot on him.”
Tubbo looked at the squirming boy and then up at Phil before smiling and nodding. Kneeling down to Wilburs side he started scratching his fingers over his brothers ribs.
Philza laughed enjoying this moment of his boys bonding.
The winged man kneeled down as well to tickle over Wilburs knees which were just barely sticking out of the sand.
“NOhOhahaHhahahahahaj stahahahop it ticklehehees!!!”
Tommy smirked, trailing his fingers up to scratch very lightly over his neck.
“That’s kinda the point big man.” He teased.
All four boys working together to tickle Wilbur sent the ghostly boy into hysterics, his body rejecting the need to fight off the tickles and instead went lax just giving into them.
After a good few minutes of tickles assaulting all of his worst spots the others started backing off.
A few more scratches over his underarms.
Some squeezes on his thighs.
A couple pokes in the side and some scribbles on his ribs and the tickling finally ceased.
Wilbur laid on the sand panting for air. He looked completely disheveled, his hair a floof sandy curls and his torso with a light pink hue dusting around his tummy.
To worn out to get himself free he just lays there until the boys finally get the hint and run off to go get shovels to pull their brother out of the sand.
Laying back and taking a few deep breathes Wilbur giggles softly at some phantom tickles.
He smiles realizing how thankful he is to have such a loving family even if they were all really good lers.
After some time and complaining from Tommy that shoveling was hard they finally got Wilbur free.
Philza wrapping his arms under his sons torso and pulling upwards the ghosts arms and legs were freed as Phil held onto his son and pulled him into a hug.
“Never took you to be that ticklish Wil. At least we all know how to get things from you now.”
Wilbur groaned at this statement but then started giggling softly as he was helped to stand up.
“I’ll get you guys back just you wait, my ability to become invisible will help me in sneak attacks.” The ghost whispered back.
“Idk Wil.. A ticklish ghost is not super stealthy.”
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