I love reading, writing, and telling stories. I was diagnosed with autism at age four and ADHD at age twenty. I started this blog so I could write stories that make people smile!
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I will write about:
° Fluff
° Angst (Rare)
° Hurt/Comfort
° Tickle fics (SFW only)
I will NOT write about:
° Insest/R@pe
° F3t!sh content
° Ships I don't approve
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Super Mario
Pokemon
Poppy Playtime
Kirby
Animal Crossing
Pizza Tower
Five Nights at Freddy's
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The problem with being low support needs is that people mentally autocorrect that to “no support needs” and then proceed to give you absolutely nothing and then get surprised when you implode after six months.
I've been struggling with autistic burnout for months, possibly years. But because I'm "high functioning" or "low support needs" or whatever the frick people call it, I'm expected to be "normal."
And then I get called childish when I meltdown.
I get called rude during verbal shutdowns.
I get called lazy for doing the bare minimum.
If people could just ask me what I needed instead of judging me for not fitting into their stupid boxes, maybe I wouldn't feel bad for resting. Maybe I wouldn't feel like a burden. Maybe I'd be happier...
Hi, everyone! I'm currently working on a couple of fics and headcanons, but I wanted to post a poll to see which characters you wanna see headcanons on next! I really enjoyed making my headcanons on the Smiling Critters and Nightmare Critters, so I wanna make some more! I feel like a lot of the other Poppy Playtime Characters often get sidelined or completely forgotten about. So my question for all of you is...
Who should I make Head Canons on next?
Poppy Playtime 👧❤️(The character)
Huggy Wuggy 🧸💙
Mommy Long Legs 🕷️🩷
Doey Doughman 🎩🩵
Lily Lovebraids 👸💜
Other (Comment Below!) 💬👇
Voting ended onJul 23
If the character you voted for doesn't win, don't worry! I plan on making headcanons for all of these characters! (Eventually...)
These headcanons were requested by @puzzle-piecea based on their ask! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy!
Kirby 🩷🌟
Kirby is a switch!
His laughter is adorable. He's like a little squeaky toy.
He strikes me as the type who'd tickle someone by accident. But once he realizes what's going on...
Thanks to his large lung capacity, Kirby would give the best (or worst) raspberries.
He actually enjoys being tickled! He'll occasionally start tickle fights in hopes his lees will try to get back at them.
Usually, he ends up getting very sleepy after tickle fights. This often results in him napping with his lee or ler.
Kirby is surprisingly good at aftercare! He'll offer snacks and might even snuggle with his lees.
His worst spots are his sides and belly.
Meta Knight 💜⚔️
Lee leaning switch.
He'll try to claim that he's not ticklish, and he's usually able to hold in his laughter. This causes many to believe he's not ticklish.
His laugh is a bit deep and rough. Still super cute though!
MK tries to avoid tickle fights as he thinks they're "childish."
He and Kirby sometimes get into tickle fights. Kirby usually starts them, but Meta Knight ends them.
Meta gets flustered surprisingly easily! He can't stand being teased. (Though secretly, he loves the attention.)
His wings, sides, and underarms are his worst spots.
King Dedede 💙🐧
Ler leaning switch
He's a massive tease. He'll make comments on how cute his lee looks and remind them how helpless they are.
He usually ends up laughing along with his lees.
He can not take what he dishes out.
When getting tickled, his laughter is very loud. I'm talking deep, belly laughs.
You know how King Dedede is usually very proud and acts all high and mighty? Well, that goes out the window when he's tickled. He'll turn into a laughing, blushing, begging puddle.
He usually doesn't seek revenge after getting tickled. Probably because he's too lazy. (Or he actually doesn't mind being tickled but is too proud to admit it.)
His worst spots are his belly and his feet.
Bandana Waddle Dee 🧡✊
He's a switch, just like Kirby.
He's extremely competitive. He'll dare his lees to try to fight back and challenge his lers. This usually ends up backfiring...
Despite his best efforts, he'll usually end up losing tickle fights. Although he doesn't really seem to mind.
Only his close friends are allowed to tickle him. If anyone else tries, they'll probably get speared.
He and Kirby get into tickle fights all the time. Most of them end in a "draw."
His laughter is very high-pitched, and he's a squealer.
He'll usually squirm and try to get away.
His worst spots are his belly, sides, and feet.
Bonus! Elfin 🩵🐁
Spoiler warning for Kirby and the Forgotten Land!
Elfin is a Lee
He was introduced to tickling by Kirby, and he's fascinated by it!
Since he's new to tickling, he's not very good at tickling people.
Elfin really enjoys being tickled! He finds it fun and sort of relaxing...speaking of which...
Elfin often has intense nightmares of his time as Fecto Elfilis. After waking him up from these nightmares, Kirby will help Elfin calm down with some gentle tickles.
He's a squeaker. He'll also usually get very giggly when tickled.
Behind the ears is one of his favorite spots to be tickled. It never fails to make him giggle.
His worst spots are his ears, sides, ribs, and paws.
Thanks for reading! Sorry, this list was kinda short. I don't really know a lot of Kirby characters or games. This request has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so I'm very happy to finally have it posted! Requests are closed at the moment because I have other projects I'm working on, but hopefully I'll reopen them soon! Stay safe, everyone!
Привет это я altivpolz но теперь у меня новое имя просто по какой-то причине мой аккаунт был удалён я не знаю почему но теперь моё имя @darina-anime просто я хотела узнать о твоём состоянии с тобой все хорошо я слишком много прошу тебе фанфики я случайно не нагружаю тебя? 🥺
Hey! Thanks for checking in on me. I'm really sorry about your account getting deleted. 💔
Anyways, I'm fine. Although I have been getting requests recently that have made me a little uncomfortable, hence why I closed my askbox. Basically, people were asking me to make fics involving stuff that could be classified as NSFW if you know what I mean.
So yeah. That's why my inbox is closed. I'm not quite sure when I'll open it again, but until then, I will not be accepting requests at this time. However, I will be trying to fill out some old requests that were sent in before my asks closed. Thank you for your understanding! 💕
This fic was requested by @starlightglimglam27666 based on their ask! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy!
"Stop it, Maggie! Give it back!"
"Never! It's mine now!"
Picky was chasing Maggie, who was laughing with twisted glee. All the poor piglet wanted was to have a nice picnic in the park. But then Maggie came along and snatched her dessert, one of her mom's homemade cookies. Picky was scared Maggie would just eat it in front of her, but instead, Maggie ran off.
Fortunately, Picky was faster than she looked, and she soon caught up with Maggie. However, despite Picky asking nicely, Maggie refused to give up her ill-gotten goods. Finally, she crammed the cookie into her mouth and began chewing. Picky's heart sank as Maggie laughed at her. Suddenly, Maggie's smug grin turned to horror as she spat out the sweet.
"Yuck! That tastes awful! What kinda cookie is this?" Maggie moaned.
"It's my favorite kind, oatmeal raisin!" Picky replied.
"Oatmeal raisin!? What kinda psycho enjoys oatmeal raisin?"
"I do! Besides, they're healthier for you!"
Maggie rolled her eyes. If there was one thing she hated, it was being lectured on eating healthy. "I don't care about that! All I care about is eating food that tastes good. And 'healthy food' is disgusting!" Picky sighed. "Maggie, I know you and I are enemies, but sometimes I worry about you." Maggie froze up. "You do?" Picky nodded. "You seem to struggle with maintaining a healthy diet. If you want, I can help you try some new food and—"
"Oh, shut up! All you health nuts are the same! You all try to control what other people do. I'll eat whatever I want to, and nobody's gonna stop me!" As Maggie was ranting, hot tears started pouring down her cheeks. Upon realizing she was crying, Maggie felt embarrassed. She curled up on the ground, crying softly.
Picky was left in shock. Part of her wondered if she should take this chance to run. But as she watched her rival crying, she felt sorry for her. Then, after some gentle prying, Maggie finally opened up. She confessed that her mother would force her to eat healthily, constantly putting her down for not following her strict rules. For Maggie, sweets weren't just a comfort; they were an act of rebellion.
"Oh my gosh. Maggie...I didn't know. I'm so sorry."
"No. I should be sorry. I know it's not an excuse to be horrible..."
"You know, it's never too late to change. I can help you!"
Maggie was confused. "Why are you being so nice to me? I stole your cookie! You should hate me!" Picky smiled in response. "I've always been a firm believer in second chances. Like, maybe if you give healthy food a second chance, you might enjoy it!" Maggie rolled her eyes again, but this time she was smiling. "Nice try, porkchop."
Picky pouted, making Maggie laugh. Suddenly, Picky got an idea. "C'mon, Maggie. Can you at least try? You can come over to my house, and I can show you some—!" But Maggie cut her off. "Will you cut it out? I'm not gonna do it, and if you don't like it, then you can bite me for all I care!" Picky sighed. "Fine. I didn't wanna do this, but you left me no choice."
Maggie cried out in surprise as Picky tackled her to the ground, trapping her in a tight hug. "Hey! What's the big idea?" Maggie growled. Then, she noticed Picky's smile seemed...sinister. She began to feel anxious. "What was it you said earlier? 'Bite you?' Well, I've always wondered what you taste like~"
"Wait! Don't you even—Hahahaha! Wahahait! Ahahaha!"
Maggie began giggling as Picky started nuzzling her neck, making little eating noises directly into her skin. "Wow! You taste amazing! Nom nom nom!" Maggie squealed, pushing at her attacker's head. But the playful piglet persisted. Then, she stopped and gave Maggie a moment to catch her breath. "So, are you gonna agree to try some new foods?"
"Never! You're not gonna break me!" Maggie retorted with a grin, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry.
Picky rolled her eyes. It seemed Maggie would need some more convincing. She started again with the nuzzling, this time poking and prodding Maggie's stomach. The shark squealed once again, squirming and laughing even harder. Maggie's laugh was deep and rough, but Picky still found it adorable.
"EEK! HAHAHA! NAHAHAT THERE! AHAHAHAHA!"
"Hahaha! Your laugh is so sweet, Maggie!"
"NOHOHO! HAHAHAHA! IT IS NAHAHAT! HAHAHA! SH-SHUT UP!"
"Don't try to deny it. You have the cutest giggles I've heard!"
Maggie began blushing a bright pink. Although she would never say it out loud, she was actually having fun. Then, Picky stopped again. Maggie felt a little disappointed. Until she noticed Picky changing position, now sitting next to Maggie's stomach.
"You know, though it was childish, that little stunt you pulled earlier did give me an idea..." Maggie watched as Picky took a deep breath before giving her a raspberry. The shark screamed before spiraling into another fit of laughter. Her tail was a blur from how fast it was wagging, and her face was painted a deep shade of cherry. Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they were for the opposite reason.
Picky couldn't help but laugh as well. Maggie's joy was too contagious. She had forgotten the whole reason she'd started this (trying to convince Maggie to try some new foods) and began blowing a plethora of raspberries on Maggie's stomach. While it was clear as day Maggie was enjoying herself, given how she hadn't asked Picky to stop, she was starting to get worn out. So finally she decided to surrender.
"OKAY! OHOHOKAHAHAY! HAHAHA I GIVE! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!"
"Does that mean you'll agree to try some new foods?"
"YEHEHES! I'LL DOHOHO IT! PLEHEHEAHAHSE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!"
Picky immediately stopped, causing Maggie to melt into a giggly, breathless puddle. She looked up at her rival with a glare, although there was no real hate behind it. "If you ever tell anyone about this..." Maggie growled. "Don't worry. I promise I won't tell. Do you need a hand?" After helping Maggie to her feet, Picky led the way back to her house.
As the two headed off, Maggie felt a little excited. Maybe some things are worth giving a chance...
Hello, everyone! My apologies that this took forever. I've been struggling with my mental health again. Thank you so much for reading! Stay safe and stay awesome!
Um... could you maybe do a fic where Picky tickles Maggie Mako until she agrees to eat better. If she's not going to eat vegetables, the least she could do is have some protein and carbs, like lasagna or something.... just uh.. take your time... no rush... of course...
Oh, this is a fun idea! Picky and Maggie are both so underrated in my opinion. Probably because most people feel like their only defining character trait is their love of food.
(I also might be a little bit biased because I really love sharks and feel like they're way overhated.)
I’m actually going to reblog a thing just because this is really important.
As someone who has epilepsy and used to have several grand mal seizures a day, I’d also like to add that “offer help” can range anywhere from keeping the person calm to explaining to them where they are and what they were doing to even just telling them they should sit and rest for a while longer (lack or coordination is common, and it can be hard to walk straight or see clearly).
It’s okay for them to take up to a half hour to fully regain their bearings and sort out what they were doing prior to the seizure. Just answer any questions calmly and be there for support.
If they come around and you start to panic or shake them or ask them what the heck is wrong with them they are going to freak out and panic too.
I cannot stress it enough that this is bad.
If someone has a seizure and they come out of it, please. please stay calm.
They are likely disoriented and confused, even if it’s only for a minute or two, and you don’t want them panicking on top of that because they can have another seizure as a result.
My mom had a seizure once. I was so scared that I started having an anxiety attack. Once the paramedics arrived, one of them helped me to calm down while the other took care of my mom. The whole ordeal was terrifying, but she doesn't really remember any of it. (It's probably for the best.)
Anyway, reblogging this so that if this happens to any of my followers or anyone else who sees this post, they'll know what to do. 🩷
Can you do a few Kirby character tickle headcannons please?
You know, I'm surprised that I haven't done any Kirby tickle headcanons yet. I haven't really played a lot of the games, but I still really like Kirby, and he was actually my main in Super Smash Bros Brawl. (Until we unlocked Lucario lol.)
Also, look at how adorable he is! This little cutie deserves all the tickles! 🩷
Привет снова! Я Люблю щекотливые пытки с моими любимыми персонажами, и я тут подумала... Может ты попробуешь сделать фанфик с FNF Ли Селевера и Лер Рува я тебе даю ссылку на верху там есть пост и не большая подсказка и добавь в описание чтобы Рув использовал разные предметы для щекотки... Хорошо?
И кстати у меня был хороший день рождения! Теперь мне 16 лет 🥳🥳🥳🥳
First off, I'm glad you had a good birthday! And the art that you linked is pretty cute.
Unfortunately, I don't know who these characters are. I'm guessing that FNF is referring to Friday Night Funkin', and since I'm not familiar with the characters, I don't think I'd be able to write about them as well as I would for the ones I know and love. However, you can check my pinned post to see the fandoms that I do write about.
I apologize if you're upset by this, but I hope you understand. I'm sure you'll find someone who can fill your request. Have a good day! :)
This fic was requested by @i-amsteve112 based on their ask! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!
⚠️Trigger warnings: Mentions of self-loathing and burnout. Mild hurt/comfort
Bubba Bubbaphant was studying for the big end-of-grade exam. He'd been working hard to make sure he was prepared for the test. He wasn't just going to pass the test; he was going to ace it. But despite his confidence, there was one tiny nagging thought in the back of his mind...
What if it wasn't enough? What if he still somehow flopped?
Bubba tried to push that thought away and continue with his studies. He was so wrapped up in his work that he didn't hear someone walk into his room. He didn't notice the visitor until they tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump. He whipped around and saw his friend, Kickin' Chicken, looking back at him.
"Hey, dude! Sorry for scaring you. Wanna go outside and hang out?"
"I accept your apology. However, I'm extremely busy at the moment. We'll have to hang out later." Kickin' sighed. "C'mon! The weather is amazing out! Please?" He begged, giving his best "puppy-dog eyes." But Bubba remained stubborn.
The two went back and forth for a while, and both refused to budge. Finally, they managed to hit a nerve. "Why do you care so much about this test? You've got the highest grade in the class! Even if you bomb it, you're not gonna fail." Bubba felt a lump forming in his throat. "I'm not scared of failing the test. I'm scared of failing you."
When his friend asked what he meant by that, Bubba confessed why he was obsessing over the test. A few days earlier, he'd been informed his grade had dropped from an A to a B, and he was desperate to bring it back up. At first, Kickin' was confused. As a C-average student, he'd have been thrilled to get a B. But what Bubba said next broke his heart.
"I'm supposed to be the smart one. If I can't do that...what good am I?"
Kickin' placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I can tell you're carrying a lot right now. But you don't have to be so hard on yourself. Your grades don't define who you are! No matter what letter ends up on your report card..." Kickin' paused as he pulled Bubba into a hug.
"...you'll always be my friend."
Unshed tears began clouding Bubba's vision as a quiet sob managed to escape his mouth. Unable to keep it contained anymore, he finally started crying as he clung to his friend like a lifeline. "I'm sorry...It's just—*sniff* It's been really tough lately, and I-I-I..." The poor guy couldn't even finish his sentence before he broke down. Kickin' squeezed him a little tighter. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. Just let it all out."
Bubba's sobs began to quiet down and eventually fade to silence. Kickin' took a quick look at his friend to make sure he was okay. While his eyes were a bit puffy and his cheeks were stained with tears, he now had a small smile. "You feeling better?" Kickin' asked. "Yes, much better. Thank you." Bubba replied.
"No problem! So...you ready to go outside now?"
"Alright. Let's go."
"Yesss! Come on, let's go!"
A little while later, the two were sitting under a large tree in Bubba's backyard. They weren't really talking as there was no need. The two seemed content to just soak up the atmosphere. That is, until Bubba stood up and attempted to head back inside. And Kickin' was not happy about it. "Hey! Where are you going? We just got here!" He whined. "It's been ten minutes. That's plenty of time for a break. I've gotta get back to work!" Bubba replied.
Suddenly, Kickin' stepped in front of his friend, blocking his path. "Dude, you can't just rest for ten minutes after working for several hours. That's not balanced! I can't let you go back inside yet."
"Kickin', I appreciate your concern, but I really should—"
"No! You're gonna fry your brain if you keep going like this!"
"That's not how that works. Now, please move."
"No way!"
"Fine. Then I'll go around you."
Bubba tried to get past Kickin', but they kept blocking him. Growing frustrated, Bubba tried to just brute force his way past, and soon, the two were wrestling on the grass. While it seemed like they were fighting, there was no true malice between the two. If anything, it was more playful fighting than actual fighting.
Suddenly, Bubba yelped. Kickin' hastily apologized, worrying that they'd gotten a little too rough. Bubba quickly assured them he was fine, but he seemed off. Almost like he was anxious. "Are you sure you're okay, buddy?" Kickin' asked. "Yes, I'm fine. You just brushed my sides, and it felt...weird..." Bubba replied. At first, he was confused. Then, Kickin' caught on. "Oh...You mean like this?"
Kickin' once again ran his feathery finger up Bubba's sides. Once again, Bubba jolted with a little yelp. "Quit doing that!" He said, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his cheeks. "You know, what? I think you could use a good laugh. After all, it's our job to make people smile~"
Bubba barely had time to react before Kickin' pounced. Then, before he could even protest, Bubba felt those feathers running up and down his flanks. He quickly covered his mouth to prevent his giggles from escaping. Sadly, this only encouraged his friend as they continued with the unbearably light scribbles. "Wow, you're blushing so much right now. It's adorable!"
As much as he wanted to retort, Bubba knew that the second he opened his mouth, it was over. But it was becoming increasingly difficult with the constant tickles, especially when Kickin' started going for his ribs. He almost cracked instantly, but managed to hold it together. Then, Kickin' started counting Bubba's ribs, squeezing each one as he counted aloud.
"One...two...three...Hey, quit squirming! Four...five—Aw, man! I lost count! Looks like I'll have to start all over~"
Unable to keep quiet any longer, Bubba finally burst, and a steady stream of giggles spilled out. "No! N-Nohoho! Kihihickin' please!" "Aha! I gotcha!" Kickin' declared with a smirk. "Yohohou are so mehehean!" Bubba whined half-heartedly. "What? I'm not mean! If I really wanted to be mean, I'd do this!"
Bubba screeched as the feathers targeted his tummy. He began thrashing like a fish caught in a net as a bright red blush dusted his cheeks. Although the sensations were driving him crazy, he didn't seem to be fighting back that much.
"AH! HAHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOT THEHERE! *SNRK* AHAHAHA!"
"Hahaha! Dude, did you just snort? That was adorable!"
"HAHAHA! *SNRT* SH-SHUT UP! I SWEAR I'M GOHONNA—AHAHAHAHA!"
Bubba quickly devolved into a complete laughing mess as those fluffy feathers drew closer to his navel. Suddenly, the tickling slowed down as Kickin' was now lazily tracing a circle around his belly. Gradually, the circle got smaller despite their friend's giggly pleas. Finally, after a quick pause, a single feather dipped into his navel and started swirling around. And Bubba instantly lost it.
"BWAHAHAHA! OHOHOHO GOHOHOSH! *SNRK* AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! HAHAHA!"
"Hahaha! Dude! You look like a tomato right now!"
It was true. Bubba's face was bright red, and tears had begun trickling down his cheeks. But unlike before, these were tears of pure joy. Kickin' continued for another minute or so before finally relenting. Bubba melted into a limp puddle of giggles. Once he finally regained his breath and his composure, he threw a glare at his feathered friend.
"You, sir, are a menace."
"Aw, c'mon! You know you had fun. Besides, you're smiling!"
Bubba rolled his eyes, but he couldn't muster any real anger. Besides, Kickin' had helped his mood improve. "I guess you're right. However, I shouldn't be having all the fun~" Kickin' watched in terror as Bubba's smile became sinister. "Hey, man! Relax! It was all in good fun, right?" He said, anxiously backing up.
"Oh, of course! But now, it's your turn!"
The sound of laughter once again filled the air. Maybe taking breaks wasn't so bad.
A/N Hi, everyone! Once again, I apologize for the long wait time. Although I'd like to remind you all that the only reason I take so long with requests is that I want to give you all the best content I can. So please don't spam ask when a request will be done. I promise I won't forget about you. Anyway, if you made it this far, thanks for reading! Stay safe!
aint it crazy how many people realize they're queer when they have the language to express how they feel and a support system to encourage self exploration????
right at the beginning when she's like how do I help my son feel loved and accepted I'm here shouting
"QUEEN YOU ALREADY DID THAT BY TAKING HIS SIDE AND LEAVING THAT NO GOOD HUSBAND FOR HAVING THE AUDACITY TO KICK YOUR BABY OUT!"
And Good for her! this is the only response to a man who kicks out a child.
Hey, um... maybe Poppy could tickle Allister to punish him for insulting Rabie! I mean. If that's okay...
Ohhh, I love this idea! Allister is so underrated in my opinion. (Btw, this is a sort of sequel to this fic I posted a while back.)
Poppy's Payback 👧🐊
Poor Allister was in big trouble. The other day, he had made Rabie Baby cry after giving her a piece of his mind. Granted, she had told everyone he had a crush on one of the Smiling Critters (which was completely false), but now he was starting to think that maybe he'd gone a little too far. Not because he felt bad, Rabie had it coming. But because now, he was being chased by Poppy.
Allister had no idea that Poppy was secretly friends with Rabie. And one thing you never wanted to do was insult Poppy's friends.
Luckily, Allister was able to stay ahead of her because of her small size. But sadly, he wasn't used to all this exercise, so he was quickly running out of steam...and Poppy was gaining on him.
Suddenly, he was tackled from behind, sending both of them to the ground. Allister ended up on his stomach with Poppy sitting on his legs. "Aha! I've gotcha! Now, I think you owe Rabie an apology." Poppy proclaimed. "No way! I ain't apologizin'! Now get off me, or I'll bite you!" He snapped back. Poppy crossed her arms with a playful pout. "Well, that wasn't very polite! I think you need to learn some manners..."
That was the only warning he received before Poppy began gently running her fingers along his lower back. Allister jolted before biting his lip. Oh no... He thought. Please don't tell me she's actually gonna—"Gah!" He was pulled from his thoughts as Poppy switched to his upper back. This spot proved to be much more sensitive than the previous one, as the gator started giggling and twitching.
"H-Hey! Hahaha! St-Stop it! Hahahaha!"
"Are you gonna apologize~?"
"No! Hahaha! I refuse!"
Poppy sighed. "So that's how it's going to be, huh? Fine. You asked for it!" She then started digging into his sides. Despite his best efforts, Allister couldn't stop himself from laughing. He started squirming and clawing at the ground, trying to cope with the ticklish sensations flooding his nerves.
"AHAHAHAHA! N-NOT THERE! *SNRT* HAHAHAHA!"
Poppy couldn't help but laugh as well, especially when Allister started snorting. She also noticed his tail wagging despite his pleas. "Haha! You have such a cute laugh! I didn't realize you were so ticklish~" Allister's face started burning with a bright red blush.
"HAHAHA! *SNRK* SH-SHUT UP! AHAHAHA!"
Poppy gasped, clutching her chest. "Allister Gator! I'm disappointed in you, sir!" She scolded, although she didn't actually seem upset. In fact, she was smiling. Once Allister had recovered a bit, Poppy adjusted her position before going for his sides again. He tried to roll over to protect his flank, but this turned out to be a trap. Because as soon as his stomach was exposed, Poppy seized the opportunity to attack.
And Allister completely lost it.
"Aww, what's the matter? Does it tickle that badly? Is your little tummy that ticklish?"
"YEHEHES! IHIHI CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT! I GIHIHIVE!"
"So you're going to apologize to Rabie, right?"
"RIGHT! RIHIHIGHT! JUST STAHAHAP! PL-PLEHEHEASE!"
With that, Poppy finally ceased her relentless attack. Allister lay there on his back, trying to regain the breath he had lost. Once he'd recovered, he glared at the girl with a scowl. "You're terrible." He grumbled, causing Poppy to giggle. "I know. Now, you'd better run along! Unless you want to go again~" She replied, wiggling her fingers.
Allister jolted once again before running off. Poppy watched him leave with a smile before skipping back home, satisfied with her work.
Привет мне очень понравился пост с доктором и Игроком, жаль что доктор не успел пощекотать его пальцы ног, но я подумала... Может быть... Ну... Сможешь сделать продолжение если получится, а если нет, то попробуй сделать пост в честь @mrswolf мне вдохновила она последним рисунком про Ли Кевина и Лер Харли Сойер она чудесная, мне очень нравится её стиль рисования:). Тем более, у меня завтра день рождения💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Hello again! I'm really glad you enjoyed the fic I wrote! I worked really hard on it. I was actually thinking about making a follow-up where the Player and Doey attempt to get revenge on him and...Well, I won't spoil it for you. 😉
Also, I totally agree with you about @mrswolf. She's super cool and her art is amazing!
Also also happy birthday! I hope you have a great day!
This was a request made a while back by @altivpolz. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy! Also, I'll be referring to the employee as "Player" instead of y/n.
The ex-employee had woken with a throbbing headache. They tried to rub their sore head, but their arm wouldn't move. They soon realized they were strapped to a table with their arms above them and their legs tied together. Their shoes were also missing, leaving them in only their socks. They struggled against the restraints, but poor Player was trapped. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty room.
"Well, well...You're finally awake..."
Player's heart started pounding, their eyes darting around to see who made that remark. A TV screen began to flicker with static before a single eye appeared. They introduced themselves as "The Doctor."
"You're the little 'angel' that everyone's been talking about. I'm surprised you've survived this long. I've been observing you for a while. I've noticed how you continue marching forth, like a zombie, without any regard for your own safety. I've decided to take action by forcing you to pause and take a rest. And while you're here, I also thought perhaps you could assist me in my research. I've been dying to try out some new inventions...and you'd make the perfect specimen..."
Oh, great. Player thought. This crazy doctor is going to use me as a lab rat! I just hope the others are okay...Hopefully, they'll come looking for me.
Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a machine whirring to life. Six mechanical arms with white-gloved hands emerged from under the table. "For this test, I'll be observing how your nerves respond to certain stimuli. Do try to keep this entertaining for me. I will be taking notes."
The hands then began gently prodding Player's sides and ribs, two hands, focusing on each. The ex-employee gasped before biting their lip. They tried to fight the urge to laugh, which The Doctor quickly noticed.
"Trying to hold it in, I see. That's not going to work."
The mechanical hands increased, and Player almost cracked immediately. Suddenly, one hand slipped under their shirt and began kneading their stomach. Unable to fight it anymore, they began laughing uncontrollably, thrashing with all their might. But the restraints kept them firmly in place.
"Hahaha! HAHAHA! WAIT! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THERE!"
The Doctor seemed amused by their reaction. "Well, that was quick. It appears the subject is incredibly sensitive. Further testing is required. I wonder what would happen if..." Player let out a shriek as a single finger dug into their navel. Tears began to well up in their eyes as their cheeks burned a bright salmon hue. "EEK! NAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHA!"
The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle at the intense reaction. "Ah, it seems that's a particularly sensitive area. New information added to database." The mechanical hands stopped their attack, allowing Player to catch their breath. Once they finally regained their composure, they asked the Doctor why he was doing this.
"You see, it's been a while since a human like you has been down here. Nobody's ever made it this far. But with the path you're going down, you won't last much longer. I've seen how you throw caution to the wind, pushing your body to its very limit. Consider this an act of mercy. With that out of the way, let's continue our little game."
The mechanical hands reappeared, but this time the cartoonish white gloves were missing. Instead, sharp metal claws now replaced the fingers. "Now, I'd advise you not to struggle too much, lest you end up getting scratched." The Doctor warned. The claws started slowly spidering up and down their sides. Player immediately fell into a fit of frantic giggles, trying to keep still.
"Ehehehe! Nonono! Eeek! Hahahaha!"
"Oh, my. You're laughing already, and we've only just begun."
"Sh-Shut up, you—Ehehehe!"
"I beg your pardon? Did you just tell me to shut up? It seems you need to be taught a lesson~"
"Wait! No! NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA!"
Their giggles evolved into hysterical cackles as a second pair of claws started spidering along their armpits. They couldn't even put their arms down to protect themselves. All they could do was laugh. Meanwhile, the Doctor was watching all of this with great amusement. "No? Well, you should've thought about that before insulting me. Perhaps if you apologize—"
"NO! N-NEHEHEVER!"
"Do not interrupt me. I figured you'd be stubborn like that. So why don't we just skip to the fun part?"
A single claw began to scratch at their navel. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to tickle unbearably. Player squealed loudly, unable to keep from squirming. Somehow, this was even worse than the tickling that came before. It wasn't long before they had tears in their eyes once again, and their face burned a bright red. "EEEK! HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT AGAHAHAIN! AHAHAHA! I'M SOHOHORRYHY! PLEHEHASE STAHAHAP!"
The Doctor seemingly accepted their apology as the claws stopped their attack. As they once again stopped to regain their breath, they could hear the Doctor laughing at them. "
You certainly are the most sensitive subject I've had in a while! It's so entertaining to watch you writhing and squirming. Now, it's time for one of my personal favorites. But first, I need to make sure you're prepared~"
The screen above cut to static before going black. Behind them, they could hear some sort of machine powering up. Finally, a figure emerged from the darkness. They had a TV head that bore the same eye as the other screen. A black cloak was draped around their mechanical body. "Now then, let's begin with the preparations."
The Doctor began to unbutton Player's shirt, exposing their stomach. Their hearts started pounding as their eyes went wide. Suddenly, they felt a gentle hand on their stomach. "Stay calm. I'm not going to harm you." He said, before massaging their stomach. Player's panic began to dissipate as the Doctor continued the gentle massaging. Unfortunately, they didn't realize they'd fallen into a trap. Because during the massage, the Doctor had applied a hidden substance to their skin: baby oil.
Just as they let their guard down, the Doctor squeezed their side. "You better not fall asleep on me. I'm not finished with you yet. Now that you're prepared, let's get to the fun part..." The Doctor pulled out a device that looked like a drill with a soft brush attached to the end. He pressed a button, causing the brush to start spinning. Then he immediately targeted their navel. Player couldn't even hold their laughter in for a second.
"EEEHAHAHA! NOHOHO! HAHAHA! DOCTOHOHOR!"
"Well, this seems to be the most effective tool yet! Is it truly that bad?"
"AHAHAHAHA! YEHEHES! HAHAHA! THIHIS IS TOHOHORTURE!"
"Oh, really? Then I'd hate to see what'd happen if I turned it up~"
"NOHOHO! PLEASE DON'T—HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!"
After what felt like hours, the Doctor finally allowed the Player to take a break. Their face was now a deep shade of red, and their cheeks were stained with tears. The Doctor chuckled, clearly amused. "This is the most entertaining thing I've witnessed in some time. You're doing a very good job. There's just one more thing I'd like to test..."
The Doctor calmly walked around the table until he was positioned at Player's feet. "I've heard that the soles contain over 15,000 nerves. Considering how sensitive you've proven to be, I can't help but wonder what would happen if I were to do something like...this." Player shrieked as the Doctor prodded their socked sole. Soon, they were laughing hysterically while the Doctor attacked their defenseless feet.
"HAHAHAHA! HEHEHELP! SOHOHOMEONE HEHELP MEHEHE!"
"You poor thing. You can scream all you want. Nobody is coming to save you~"
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed in the distance. "Oh, great. How'd he find me already? It seems our time has been cut short. While I enjoyed our time together, it's time for me to leave. I hope to see you again...if you survive that is." The Doctor made a hasty retreat as the roaring grew closer. But while the restraints had been undone so they'd have a chance to escape, Player was exhausted from all the tickling. They didn't have the energy to run.
Something was outside the room now, pounding on the door. Finally, the door fell down, revealing an all too familiar silhouette: Huggy Wuggy. He stepped through the doorway, emitting a low growl. Then, the shadow started to shift. It appeared to be melting before changing into another shape, one they also recognized immediately.
"Doey?!"
"Hiya, pal! Are you alright? We heard you all the way down the hall! And...what happened to your shoes? What did that doctor do to you?!"
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. We should leave before he comes back."
"Agreed! Let's get back to the Safe Haven."
Doey picked up their friend before heading off. "Hey! Put me down! I can walk just fine!" Player protested. "Nope! You've been through a lot today. But don't worry. We'll take care of you..." Player sighed heavily. Doey did have a point. They finally relaxed in their ally's arms, and by the time they returned to the Safe Haven, they were fast asleep.
Hi everyone! Once again, I apologize for the long wait. I just started taking my new ADHD meds, so hopefully, I'll be able to focus more on writing. I've also been struggling a lot with my mental health, so your patience is much appreciated. Thanks for reading! Stay safe and stay fabulous!
