C-137

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[pickleericklerc137]

☆ INTRO POST ☆

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GENERAL INFO: Both minors and adults can interact if they wish. I myself will not be disclosing my age, as I do not feel comfortable with it being out on the internet — but this blog is strictly sfw. So just please don't be weird, I will block you. Any character from any fandom is allowed to interact. It is a vast universe, after all...

I'm kinda busy irl! I may not respond right away, but I really do plan on being active on this blog as long as people interact <3 If this blog is inactive for too long, it will likely be deleted as it takes up space and nobody's interacting with it. My timezone is MST!

UPDATES WILL BE MADE TO THIS INTRO POST IF I WANT/IF IT'S NECESSARY.

WARNINGS: THIS IS A ROLEPLAY/ASK BLOG MADE WITH SFW TICKLES IN MIND! THIS IS A SFW TICKLE/FLUFF ROLEPLAY BLOG, IF YOU SEE THAT AS CRINGE, PLEASE KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. I SEE TICKLES AS A HUGE, PURE COMFORT ONLY. THIS IS ALSO A RICK AND MORTY BLOG! (I DO NOT SUPPORT JUSTIN ROILAND.) THIS BLOG WILL HAVE PROFANITY.

NOT EVERY INTERACTION HAS TO REVOLVE AROUND TICKLE CONTENT, THEY CAN BE NORMAL INTERACTIONS, BUT BE MINDFUL THAT SINCE THIS IS A COMFORT ACCOUNT FOR ME, NO ANGST PLEASE.

THIS IS SPECIFICALLY AN ASK/ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR C-137, BUT IT MIGHT BE PARTIALLY OUT OF CHARACTER AT SOME TIMES. I DO APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. JUST LETTING YOU KNOW! I'M ALSO NOT THE BEST WRITER! I'M MORE OF AN ARTIST.. BUT I STILL REALLY ENJOY ROLEPLAYING.. HAVE MERCY ON ME 🙏😅

RICKFUCKERS/RICKKISSERS MAKE ME SOMEWHAT UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT I DO NOT MIND THEM INTERACTING AS LONG AS THE ASKS AREN'T ROMANTIC/SEXUAL.

DNI: DARKSHIP/PROSHIP/INCEST/PEDO/RICKORTY SHIPPERS/FATPHOBICS/TRANSPHOBICS/RACISTS/MAPS/KINK BLOGS/ZOOS/ETC!!! I WOULD NEVER TELL SOMEONE TO OFF THEMSELF, BUT PLEASE DO NOT DRAG ME INTO THAT. THANK YOU <3. ANYTHING INCLUDING/ASSOCIATING WITH MORTY, SUMMER, BETH, SPACE BETH, OR JERRY WILL BE RESPONDED TO IN A STRICTLY FAMILIAL PLATONIC MANNER. I DO NOT CARE IF RICK WAS "CANONICALLY SEXUAL IN THE SHOW", I POLITELY REFUSE TO ENGAGE IN ANYTHING OF SUCH MATTER.

If you would specifically like to ask the mod(me!!!) any question about interacting, you can ask through the ask box. Just let me know that it's out of character.

ROLEPLAY INFO/PERSONAL HEADCANONS: He/Him/His Masc term pronouns. Ler-leaning switch. His hips are incredibly bad, and his back is pretty terrible, too. I will use blue text for actions and white for speech. Out of character posts will be marked with the appropriate tag.

Anyways, enjoy interacting!

(Updated 1/23/2025)

[huskerhhandelliot]

`S-Sooo.. uh... W-What's it like in hell?'

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

"Its... interesting. Sometimes chaotic, but i have a messed up little family here. Why?" *he murmured, glancing at them*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-Well, I don't do research on hell. I-I find it pointless b-because I th-oughhh-t it didn't exist. Call it, "scientific curiousity",' He shrugged, resting his hands on his hips.

`Messed up l-little family, you say? What are they like?' He had many questions, but he'd hold off on bombarding the demon for now.

[pickleericklerc137]

@ch3rrie-bomb (MAN I KEPT FORGETTING IM SO SORRY + I been tryna work on her personality and I still got nothing yet omg this is what o get for owning like almost 200 ocs/

“ hello!! random… 80 year old man !!!, do you want feee candy?? Orr are you tooo old for that..”

*she would Grab his hand to shake his quickly hand without even asking,*

Rick tenses at the sudden contact, but shakes her hand anyways. `I'm- I'm 70. Do I rreally look that old?'

He raises one side of his unibrow. `And w-what are you? Like, 14? ... Actually, nevermind. The insult doesn't even make sense, I can't tell what age you are when you're some-' He vaguely motions to her, `-bunny animal creature or whatever.'

[pickleericklerc137]

// Guys.. guys please guys interacg with me im very fun I swesr //

[pickleericklerc137]

Later I’ll show my other oc… and fyi he maybe not be Fond by scientists so he maybe a little awkward or smth…WAAA IM SORRY//

He js looked up at him and just stared*

“ Uhhmhhhh .. Hiiiiii..”

(SRRY IS THIS IS SHORT I DIDNT know how to start this rp BUT I DID IT trust I hope I tagged my right blog

@m3t3or1te

He looked back down to the small creature.

`H-Huh. H-Hey there l-li-iggh-ttle guy.' He reached up to wipe off some green fluid leaking from his mouth.

[m3t3or1te]

*He looked unsure what to say as he looked abit grossed out by the green fluid other*

“Hooooww.. are you Siiiir—? “

*He’d ask him, trying to probably to get to know him.*

[pickleericklerc137]

He was unphased by the disgusted face.

`F-Fine. You?'

He could tell Meteorite seemed uneasy near him. He didn't know why, though. He wasn't sure if he should ask or not.

[pickleericklerc137]

Later I’ll show my other oc… and fyi he maybe not be Fond by scientists so he maybe a little awkward or smth…WAAA IM SORRY//

He js looked up at him and just stared*

“ Uhhmhhhh .. Hiiiiii..”

(SRRY IS THIS IS SHORT I DIDNT know how to start this rp BUT I DID IT trust I hope I tagged my right blog

@m3t3or1te

He looked back down to the small creature.

`H-Huh. H-Hey there l-li-iggh-ttle guy.' He reached up to wipe off some green fluid leaking from his mouth.

[pickleericklerc137]

Wait vro pick 1 or 2.. bc idk which blog to use

(Um um um um 2)

[pickleericklerc137]

Hey vro I made the blogs want me to send one 👴🏻👴🏻

(Yes send em in chat)

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.

[trinitytr1n]

*she only tried to hold in her laugh to contain herself but she already failed at it.*

“ FUHUhuhck—! Yohohou!!-AHAhassshole!! “

[pickleericklerc137]

He crossed his arms, not bothering to turn it off as he watched her. His smirk turned to a smug grin.

`Y-Ye-eghhh-p. I am an asshole.' He turned up the speed on the remote, making the hands faster..

[trinitytr1n]

“ WHAHATTHEFUHUHCK??! QUHUHUIT IHIT!”

[pickleericklerc137]

`Nah, I'd r-rather not. I gotta te-eegghhh-st all the functions first.' He stepped closer, watching with scientific fascination and smug mischief. He held the remote behind his back.

[trinitytr1n]

*she watched him step closer*

“ IHIHM- SUHUHURE IHIHT WOHOHRKS FHIHINE!!”

[pickleericklerc137]

He leans down, `Eh, p-probably, but it wouldn't hurt to test it longer.' At this point, he's just prolonging it.

[trinitytr1n]

* She didn’t bother to respond to him, as she attempted too reach the device that Rick had.*

[pickleericklerc137]

He pulls it out of her reach because he's that much of an asshole. `Nuh uh uhhh-'

He finally turns it off, though, `Alright, I-I gu-ueghhh-ess I've tested it enough.' The devices' arms retract back into itself, and it detaches from her back. He picks up the device as it folded into a black metal cube, tucking it in his pocket.

`Pro-Probably gonna test on you again sometime—'

[trinitytr1n]

*Her laughter would die down as it did soon stop.*

“…What? Fuck no??? “

*she stared up at him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yyyyyup!-' He then teleported away through a green portal—

[berryboi-sprout]

`S-So.. You're like... a sentient f-fru-ughhh-it or whatever?' He crouches down to Sprout's level, poking the berry's forehead and raising part of his unibrow.

`You're ki-kinda different from the sentient fruits I've seen before...' He notes, as he retracts his hand and just stares at Sprout.

`Are you a r-real fruit? Do you have seeds in your pores? Or a-aggh-re you a f-f-false fruit?' His gaze narrows to a glare.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

"Huh–? Uhmm, I'm pretty much a false fruit, sir."

[pickleericklerc137]

`.. So, w-what are you made of then?' He whips out a scanner and scans Sprout. The blue beam likely flashbanging the toon for a moment.

[berryboi-sprout]

"Ah-"

*He rubbed at his eyes, eventually looking back up at him*

"..Ichor. Some weird black substance."

[pickleericklerc137]

He blinks.

`H-Huh. Ichor's su-ughhhh-pposed to be the blood of g-gods, in Greek Mythology or whatever. Not that I believe that bullshit, b-but-' He clearly found it odd and somewhat fascinating. He looked down at his scanner, seeing the results. Surely enough. Ichor.

He tucks the scanner away, and then suddenly- `H-How heavy are you-?' He picks Sprout up like a cat, hooking his hands under the toon's arms and lifting him.

[berryboi-sprout]

*bro barely weighs a pound 😧*

"Uhmm.. Not too heavy, I guess-"

[pickleericklerc137]

`Wow. I could l-like. Throw you.'

He shakes Sprout a little bit, for fun.

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.

[trinitytr1n]

*she only tried to hold in her laugh to contain herself but she already failed at it.*

“ FUHUhuhck—! Yohohou!!-AHAhassshole!! “

[pickleericklerc137]

He crossed his arms, not bothering to turn it off as he watched her. His smirk turned to a smug grin.

`Y-Ye-eghhh-p. I am an asshole.' He turned up the speed on the remote, making the hands faster..

[trinitytr1n]

“ WHAHATTHEFUHUHCK??! QUHUHUIT IHIT!”

[pickleericklerc137]

`Nah, I'd r-rather not. I gotta te-eegghhh-st all the functions first.' He stepped closer, watching with scientific fascination and smug mischief. He held the remote behind his back.

[trinitytr1n]

*she watched him step closer*

“ IHIHM- SUHUHURE IHIHT WOHOHRKS FHIHINE!!”

[pickleericklerc137]

He leans down, `Eh, p-probably, but it wouldn't hurt to test it longer.' At this point, he's just prolonging it.

[trinitytr1n]

* She didn’t bother to respond to him, as she attempted too reach the device that Rick had.*

[pickleericklerc137]

He pulls it out of her reach because he's that much of an asshole. `Nuh uh uhhh-'

He finally turns it off, though, `Alright, I-I gu-ueghhh-ess I've tested it enough.' The devices' arms retract back into itself, and it detaches from her back. He picks up the device as it folded into a black metal cube, tucking it in his pocket.

`Pro-Probably gonna test on you again sometime—'

[berryboi-sprout]

`S-So.. You're like... a sentient f-fru-ughhh-it or whatever?' He crouches down to Sprout's level, poking the berry's forehead and raising part of his unibrow.

`You're ki-kinda different from the sentient fruits I've seen before...' He notes, as he retracts his hand and just stares at Sprout.

`Are you a r-real fruit? Do you have seeds in your pores? Or a-aggh-re you a f-f-false fruit?' His gaze narrows to a glare.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

"Huh–? Uhmm, I'm pretty much a false fruit, sir."

[pickleericklerc137]

`.. So, w-what are you made of then?' He whips out a scanner and scans Sprout. The blue beam likely flashbanging the toon for a moment.

[berryboi-sprout]

"Ah-"

*He rubbed at his eyes, eventually looking back up at him*

"..Ichor. Some weird black substance."

[pickleericklerc137]

He blinks.

`H-Huh. Ichor's su-ughhhh-pposed to be the blood of g-gods, in Greek Mythology or whatever. Not that I believe that bullshit, b-but-' He clearly found it odd and somewhat fascinating. He looked down at his scanner, seeing the results. Surely enough. Ichor.

He tucks the scanner away, and then suddenly- `H-How heavy are you-?' He picks Sprout up like a cat, hooking his hands under the toon's arms and lifting him.

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.

[trinitytr1n]

*she only tried to hold in her laugh to contain herself but she already failed at it.*

“ FUHUhuhck—! Yohohou!!-AHAhassshole!! “

[pickleericklerc137]

He crossed his arms, not bothering to turn it off as he watched her. His smirk turned to a smug grin.

`Y-Ye-eghhh-p. I am an asshole.' He turned up the speed on the remote, making the hands faster..

[trinitytr1n]

“ WHAHATTHEFUHUHCK??! QUHUHUIT IHIT!”

[pickleericklerc137]

`Nah, I'd r-rather not. I gotta te-eegghhh-st all the functions first.' He stepped closer, watching with scientific fascination and smug mischief. He held the remote behind his back.

[trinitytr1n]

*she watched him step closer*

“ IHIHM- SUHUHURE IHIHT WOHOHRKS FHIHINE!!”

[pickleericklerc137]

He leans down, `Eh, p-probably, but it wouldn't hurt to test it longer.' At this point, he's just prolonging it.

[berryboi-sprout]

`S-So.. You're like... a sentient f-fru-ughhh-it or whatever?' He crouches down to Sprout's level, poking the berry's forehead and raising part of his unibrow.

`You're ki-kinda different from the sentient fruits I've seen before...' He notes, as he retracts his hand and just stares at Sprout.

`Are you a r-real fruit? Do you have seeds in your pores? Or a-aggh-re you a f-f-false fruit?' His gaze narrows to a glare.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

"Huh–? Uhmm, I'm pretty much a false fruit, sir."

[pickleericklerc137]

`.. So, w-what are you made of then?' He whips out a scanner and scans Sprout. The blue beam likely flashbanging the toon for a moment.

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.

[trinitytr1n]

*she only tried to hold in her laugh to contain herself but she already failed at it.*

“ FUHUhuhck—! Yohohou!!-AHAhassshole!! “

[pickleericklerc137]

He crossed his arms, not bothering to turn it off as he watched her. His smirk turned to a smug grin.

`Y-Ye-eghhh-p. I am an asshole.' He turned up the speed on the remote, making the hands faster..

[trinitytr1n]

“ WHAHATTHEFUHUHCK??! QUHUHUIT IHIT!”

[pickleericklerc137]

`Nah, I'd r-rather not. I gotta te-eegghhh-st all the functions first.' He stepped closer, watching with scientific fascination and smug mischief. He held the remote behind his back.

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.

[trinitytr1n]

*she only tried to hold in her laugh to contain herself but she already failed at it.*

“ FUHUhuhck—! Yohohou!!-AHAhassshole!! “

[pickleericklerc137]

He crossed his arms, not bothering to turn it off as he watched her. His smirk turned to a smug grin.

`Y-Ye-eghhh-p. I am an asshole.' He turned up the speed on the remote, making the hands faster..

[trinitytr1n]

`H-Hey, kid. L-Lemme- lemme s-euurgg-ee those.' He doesn't wait for her reply or permission, he just suddenly snatches her glasses off her face.

— [ @pickleericklerc137 ]

“ What the fuck? Give me it back.”

*She’d would js stared at him as she reach for her glasses to grab her glasses back*

[pickleericklerc137]

`N-Nuh u-ughh-h.' He holds them just out of her reach.

`Wh-Wh-What if I broke them, right here, right now- huh?' He taunts her, waving them — occasionally lowering them for a moment just to pull them out of her reach once more.

[trinitytr1n]

*She was annoyed by him as she just gave up on reaching for it.*

“ …I’ll beat the shit out of you with a bat if there’s one near.”

*She obviously threatened him*

[pickleericklerc137]

`There is n-no fucking bat, dumbass.' He dangled the glasses, waiting for her to reach again. Waited for her to raise her arm again—

Then, a cybernetic, mechanical arm extended out of his back. It's sharp finger darting out to poke her side.

[trinitytr1n]

*She would squeak as she smacked it away if it was near or reachable to do so, as she attempted to return the poke at him,*

“ ..Of course there’s not.”

[pickleericklerc137]

He grinned. The mechanical arm grabbing her wrist before she could poke him back.

`Y-Yknow, just for that r-retaliation, I'm ma-aaghhh-king you my test subjeeeect.'

He tucked her glasses into one of his inner labcoat pockets, pulling out some kind of.. small device instead?

He pressed a button on the small black device, making it suddenly open up— shifting into what looked like a backpack. But metal. Or something.

[trinitytr1n]

“ ..What???, the fuck you mean test subject.??? That’s fucking weird!, “

*she’d only try getting her wrist out by pulling.*

[pickleericklerc137]

`Yeah, well.' He doesn't answer as to what he means, instead tossing the backpack-like device onto her. It locks onto her back, the metal straps fastening around her shoulders.

The metal arm restraining her releases her wrist finally, and retracts into his back. Meanwhile, the backpack shaped device turns on with a whirr.

It scans her— and then multiple mechanical hands come out of it.

He smirks, and tosses her back her glasses, just as he wields the remote with the on/off button for the machine.

`W-Wanna know what happens when I turn this o-ohggh-n?'

[trinitytr1n]

“ . . .No I do not. “

*She continued to stare at him because like idk what else she could possibly do..*

[pickleericklerc137]

`W-We-ehgggg-lp! Too bad!' He presses the button and suddenly the mechanical hands latch onto her sides, one digging into her ribcage and the other lightly clawing at the place where her side and stomach would meet.

He watches with a smug look on his face. He didn't have anyone to test the invention on right now, so unfortunately for Trin, she was the unlucky chosen one.