Take A CHANCE @rollerdie - Tumblr Blog

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

They couldn’t even hide their sensitivity if they tried. Immediately thrown into loud cackles they shook their head back and forth before throwing it back. “SHAHAT AHAP-! IHI’M NAHAHAT!” they squealed, tugging at the grip on their arms. “IHIT’S JUHUST! BAHAHAHA-! BAHAD ‘EHEHERE SOHO GEHET OHOHOUT!!” They bit down on their lip to try and stop themselves but crumbled almost immediately. Unable to think of anything else to convince them, he fell on insults. “FAHACK OHOHOFF!”

print{{“You are not? But I can see that you are now. ‘Baaa’, you say.. like a sheep. Not in a condescending way.. I am just stating the obvious. Consider it a compliment, if you so please.”}}

[*The Spectre let out a staticky sound that sounded like a chuckle if you listened close enough, but quickly shifted its attention to that insult. It tilted its head, slightly annoyed by the measly insult.*]

print{{“Now now, did you not say that my ‘insults’ were bad earlier? You are contradicting yourself. As punishment, I will now add another spot to the list.”}}

[*It’s tone took on a slightly more condescending one (also traces of annoyance if you really squinted), one floating hand still targeting Chance’s underarm while the other went down to tweak at the gaps between the ribs. It commented one last thing in a teasing(?) tone.*]

print{{“Judging by your reactions, I think I am doing well. An applause to me.”}}

His eyes widened tremendously and he immediately tried to backpedal. “WAHAIT WAHAIT WAIT IHI’M SOHORRY?!” he tried, despite not meaning it one bit. His head turned away at what he assumed was a laugh, not wanting to give it the satisfaction of seeing how it affected him.

When one hand switched to a less sensitive spot, he visibly relaxed a bit but still squirmed around. A lot. “EhehehEHEAT SHIHIT!

[*Seeing as it didn’t get the effect it wanted, the Spectre switches back to both underarms. It’s amusement was growing, although it didn’t show it.*]

print{{“Ah.. apology not accepted. You apologize and then curse me in the same breath. It’s almost funny how you contradict yourself, gambler.”}}

[*After a moment, it continues.*]

print{{“I wonder.. is this your worst spot? Or is there another little ‘kill switch’ waiting to be discovered?”}}

Knowing what was about to happen, he again tried to lower his arms while spurting out protests. Predictably, it did nothing, but it wasn’t like he was just gonna take it without a fight. “NOHOHOHO! STAHAP IHIT!!”

At the suggestion of looking for another spot, he shook his head without bothering to make a distinction as to what question it answered. “IHI’M GOHONNAHAHA KIHILL YOHOHOU-!”

Maybe your user should be rolLEEdie 🙂‍↕️

This is a TERRIBLE IDEA

I’d hate to mislead all the wonderful lil’ lees out there!

#asks 🎲

"H-heyy Chance um.. could you idk.. maybe uh.."

"..."

"y-you know.. um.. th-the um.. yeah."

"p-please..?"

*he fidgets with his hands, looking away in embarrassment.*

-C.J

(@tickle-enthusiast-sfw)

(oh btw you don't have to @ me in response as long as I @ myself it shows up in notifs ! :] )

Chance nodded and put a hand in front of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. He didn’t do too well though as a few muffled giggles could be heard before he cleared his throat.

Normally, he would put on this whole schtick of not understanding, but decided not to. He opened his arms inviting CJ in for a hug. “Alrrighhtt, fine, c’mere you silly lee~”

*he accepts the hug, wrapping his arms around Chance and giggling softly in anticipation of how much this will tickle.*

"oh gosh.. thihis is gonna t-tickle soho bahahad.."

*he looks away from chance, not being able to handle looking at the guy who's about to yk.. tickle him. It'd only make the anticipation worse.*

The gambler grinned then, feeding off of CJ’s giggles as his hands snaked behind their back, slowly drifting lower only to rest at their sides. “Whaaaaat. Pssshhh… Yeah it will!” His hands sprung into action and pinched in rapid bursts.

*He squeals, before covering his mouth with both hands to try to stop the laughter that threatens to spill out.*

"mhmhmhm.. n-nohohot thehere!"

*He seals his hands over his mouth tighter and tries his best to not laugh, although Chance can definitely hear some muffled giggles.*

They gasped dramatically. “Ya hidin’ ya giggles from me! How rude!” To counter his efforts their hands shot up to their underarms and pinched around in hopes of lowering the hands and hearing his loud, unbridled laughter.

"WAIHIHIT NOHOHO!"

*his hands shoot down, halfheartedly pushing at Chance's wiggling fingers.

"Y-YOHOU FUHUCKER! A-ANYWHEHEHERE BUHUT THEHEHERE!"

*he attempts to squirm away, to no avail.*

“Anywhere but ‘ere? What about nowhere but ‘ere? I think that’s muchhh better, wouldn’t ya agree?” He continued wiggling away, grinning impishly.

"NOHOHO! YOHOHU BAHAHASTARD!!"

*he nearly ends up falling with how much he's squirming around in Chance's arms.*

*he continues throwing various insults. It's clear he doesn't exactly mean them, but still. There's so many different insults and curses being thrown around-*

He laughed, “Woaaah, woaaah. Don’t go fallin’ over now!” He decided to lower one arm to tightly wrap around his waist to keep him in place while the other kept on tickling away.

"EHEHEHHE!"

*he squirms around in Chance's grip.*

"CH-ChaHAHNCE YOHOHU MEHEANIE!!'

*he squeals as he feels Chance's fingers skitter around a bit faster in his armpits.*

“Whaat? Me, mean? How could ya spew such awful lies!” Unlike what he was claiming, he didn’t ease off and rather built up the intensity. “Take it back!”

"N-NEHEHEVEHER!!"

"IHIM TEHELLIHING THE TRUHUHTH!!"

*his hands go to grab Chance's wrists, attempting to push Chance away, to no avail.*

He scoffed in fake disappointment. “The nerve! Oh that’s it!” He scratched and pinched away at the length, intent on making him change his mind.

*in literally like less than 5 minutes, his very little resolve crumbles.*

"WAITWAITWAITWAIT- SNrk- O-OHOKAHAHAY OHOHOKAHAHY! YOHOHOURE NOT MEHEHAN! "

*he buries his face in his hands, although he doesn't make the same mistake of trying to hide his laughter.*

“Awh, good wittle lee CJ!” He laughed, a little bummed out that his laughter wasn’t muffled to give him another excuse to tickle there longer. Instead, he pulled back to rub circles into his stomach with his thumbs.

"w-waihIHIit- *snort*- nononono naHAhat my BEhelly!"

*he shrinks back, trying to escape the tickles. His laughter gets louder and louder the closer Chance gets to his belly button.*

"Ch-chahaAhHance don't you fuhucking daahhahare!!!"

“Yeeees your belly!” he sang, eyes widening when he realized. “Oh I dare alright!” His fingers slipped into his bellybutton and wiggled around.

*he squeals, before promptly attempting to shrink away, his legs shaking.*

"CHAHANCE NONONONOHOHOOO!"

*he uses both hands to start pushing at Chance's arm, although he's not strong enough to really do anything.*

"BAHAHASTAHAHARD!!"

“Chance yes!” he mimicked, unable to help but laugh along. “Ya reallyyyy should be careful n’ not insult the one who’s ticklin’ ya…” he warned as the unoccupied hand shot back up to pinch and prod at his underarms.

"EEEEEE WAITWAITWAIHIHIHIT!! NOHOHOHO! IHI- IHIHIM SOHORRY! IM SOHOHOHORRRY!!"

*he attempts to clamp his arms down, but it's a bit too late for that. All it really does is trap Chance's arm there.*

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh wouldja look at that… Guess I just gotta keep tick-tick-ticklin’ ya!” He pretended to look remorseful but looked anything but.

"NOHOHOHO!!!"

*he squirms around, managing to get Chance's hand out of there, before quickly clamping his arms back down to his sides.*

"N-NOHOW YOU CAHAHNT GET MEHHEE!!"

Chance raised a brow and laughed. “Really, huh? I betcha I can get back in there later~!” In the meantime, they shifted their attention to his stomach. “Mmm, I’m feelin’ a bit hungry… Ya wouldn’t mind if IIIIIII… Nibbled ya?”

"NONONONONOHOOHO!! DOHONT YOU DAHAHARE!"

*he attempts to kick and squirm away, to no avail. He doesn't move his arms, not wanting to expose his armpits back to Chance.*

"M-MEHERRCYYY! MEHERRCYYY!!

“Snrk- Mercy? Comeee onnn, we barely even started!! Do I gotta keep ticklin’ ya to build ya stamina~?” Rather than following what he supposedly wanted, they leaned over to gently nibble his stomach and sides.

"EEE!! NohoOho! *SNrk-* N-nohot nihbbles!! Anything buhut NIHihbles!!"

*his hands shoot down, half-heartedly pushing at Chance's head to try and get away from the nibbles. He brings one hand up to hide his smile, before promptly looking away in embarrassment.*

They pulled away for a moment. “Anythin’ but, Giggles? Thanks for the heads up, I’ll do nothin’ but nibble ya!” With that he went back to exactly that, scribbling the other side with a free hand.

When he pulled away again, he shook his head. “Awwwh, can’t face me ‘cause ya too flustered ‘bout all these tick-tick-tickles? Badd ideaaa, ya won’t know what I’ll do nexttttt~!” Following those words

(uh did you mean to leave it half-finished??/silly)

(I had already reblogged the first reply so did you just wanna change ur response orrr?)

HELP IT GLITCHED NOOO

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THAT ONE AND IT DIDNT APPEAR IN REBLOGS SO I REDID IT AND THAT DISAPPEARED INSTEQD WHAT

ill redo it in a sec twin 😥))

{they would poke their back with their staff}

@duleesekkar

“EhAGH!” Chance flinched. He whipped around and sighed, already having a feeling as to who it was. “Pumpkin fella, ya really didn’t hafta do that to get my attention…” he made a face as he continued, “but you have it now! What can I do for ya?”

“Heh, sorry. I was gonna ask you something but…was that a giggle I heard?-“ {he asked, tilting his head in slight confusion, almost giggling at it}

The gambler blinked. “Whaaat? No. Ya hearin’ things or somethin’? Earth to Dusekkar?” He wildly waved a hand in front of his face, as if it would ‘snap him back to reality.’

“Hmmm…okay…whatever you say..” {he replied, shrugging a little before sitting down on a couch}

He eyed him warily but sat next to him nonetheless. “Alright. Ya had a question, request, whatever. Spill,” he insisted by poking him in the stomach.

“Alright alright, every time your gun explodes, did it make your nerves more sensitive?” {he asked, hoping it made sense since he didn’t know how to explain it well}

They thought for a moment. “… Yeah it does. Even barely brushin’ against it makes me hyperaware n’ yeah… Sensitive. At least durin’ the rounds.” A shrug. “Good thing we’re all healed afterwards. Who knows how bad it’d get for me without it.” Pretty bad went unsaid.

“That’s interesting…”

He paused for a moment. “…Hey now, that doesn’t mean you’re gonna use it against me now, does it?” He had a feeling that he meant something like that, but wasn’t entirely sure. Subconsciously, he scooted a bit away.

“Nono, of course not! Why would I?” {he said dramatically, yet also in a half serious tone}

Chance didn’t buy it and took a large scoot away. “Hey.” They put a hand up and waited a bit as they looked to find something else to talk about instead. “… Anywho,” they got a bit more serious, “We got another round soon. Ya ready?”

“Sort of, it’s.. Jason- or Slasher now, is it?” {they asked, started to get more serious as he remembered}

They waved a hand dismissively. “Ah. Nothin’ to worry about, we’ll be fine.” They offered a reassuring grin just as everything faded to black and the next thing they knew, they were in the horror hotel area.

They huffed while jumping straight into flipping their coin. “Thought there was a bit more time, but…” Just then he heard a shout in the distance and headed towards it. If they timed it right, they could land a stun from a safe distance and repeat.

{he went quickly over to and open area but staying hidden while he used a few protection spells on the other survivor}

“Lucky me!” They grinned, ducking behind a wall before just peeking out to aim a shot, only for the flintlock to blow up on them. “Crap!” they groaned out, wincing as they checked their now burnt suit. They waited a moment before sighing in relief. The killer and other sentinels seemed too focused to notice their slip up. Normally, they would’ve immediately gone for a hat fix to get his gun back, but seeing that they were dangerously low on health, they scurried away to find a medkit.

{appearing out of nowhere, he would like their side} “Heh”

Letting out a loud yelp, he turned around only to see the admin. “Freakin’! Ya pokin’ me out of nowhere! A hello works too ya know!” He crossed his arms, not bothered to hide how messy he looked. “Ya know what, forget that! Help me to find a medkit, wouldja?”

“Mhm, what was the loud yelp for?”

He gave an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh I don’t know, ma flintlock just blew up on me and I’m low!! Help me out!” He waved his arms around in exasperation and habitually checked behind him, even though he knew that the killer wasn’t gunning for him anytime soon.

“Yeah yeah alright… let me go search” {he chuckled before going away and searching for a med}

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, bud.” Spotting a generator nearby, and seeing that he wasn’t in the open, he started to work away at it. Always felt the need to help out somehow.

{after a few minutes later he came back with a medkit, looked a little roughed up but mostly fine} “here ya go”

Right on time, Chance finished the generator. He grinned and hastily opened up the medkit. “Thanks, pumpkin fella, you’re the best.” After he was done, he sighed, leaning against the metal frame. “Still sensitive,” he sighed, poking at his now red left arm and hand.

{he poked their side once again} “And how much does it make you ticklish now?” {he slightly teased}

“WhAH!” he yelped, and tried masking his smile with a cough. “… Right. Earlier.” He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks flushing a bit. “Yaaa really don’t need to know.”

“Hmmm, I think I dooo~” {they teased, gently grabbing their sides}

“DuhuHUHUSE!” he protested immediately, shoving at their hands. “C’MOHON!”

“Aww!! That laughter is cuteeee!!” {he teased before tickling their armpits}

“ShuhAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAP!” His voice immediately jumped up and octave, already being hyperaware of what was touching his body. It was worse than usual.

“Tickle tickle~ your like a squealing pig at times!” {he chuckled as he continued to tickle their armpits}

“NAHAHAHA-! DUHUHEE-!” Despite not wanting to, he let out a squeal just like that. “STAHAHAP IHIT!” he whined through his laughter, arms slamming down.

{he chuckled as his fingers were stuck} “You uhh…gonna let me go?” {he teased, lightly tapping to emphasize it}

He shook his head hard. “HeheHEHEll nohohOHO! Yaha juhust goHAHAHANNA TIhickle mohore!” Even knowing that trying to get away wouldn’t help, he squirmed around.

“Hmmm, I think you know it’s also not gonna do!” {he sang as his hands squeezed his armpits a little}

He let out a screech, head immediately falling into his hands as if blocking out seeing it could help him. “DuhuHUHUSE-! I swEHEHEAR!”

“You swear what?” {he chuckled as he continued}

His legs started to hug his torso in some weird attempt to dislodge the hands. His squirming increased tenfold as it went on. “BAHAHA! IHIM GOHONNA GEheheT YAHA BAHACK-! SOHO BAHAD!”

“Well…can’t do much now can ya?” {he teased, tickling them even more, when he could move his fingers of course from time to time}

“Aha..y’know… look at the time haha…”

0:00

{the round had ended and once he spawned back in he instantly made a run for it}

Chance immediately collapsed onto the table and sat there for a moment, panting. Abruptly, his lips formed a thin line and he stood up, ignoring the concerned looks he was getting and chased after Dusekkar. “Pumpkin pal, if ya don’t get ya lil’ sneaky ass over ‘ere…”

“AHAH… NOPE! IM GOOD!!” {he yelled back as he floated away, but ended up going to a dead end, he gulped nervously as he knew he was gonna get wrecked}

They paused let out a quiet snort, blocking off the exit. “Pfff- Did the tickles get to ya head and ya couldn’t figure out a way to get out? Or maybbeee…” they snapped their fingers, before wiggling one towards him, “Awwwh, don’t tell me… Ya want this huh?”

“NOHOHO..I DOHOHO NAHAT!!” {he giggled out at the tease, dropping his staff as he knew it wasn’t any good right now anyways, probably bad idea though}

His eyes drifted downwards to the staff and laughed. “Great idea, bud! Thanks for gettin’ that outta the way for me.” As he took steps to close the distance, he cracked his knuckles. “Sayyyy, ya wouldn’t mind teachin’ me how to cast that tickle spell to use on ya, aye? Buttt, in the meantimeee…” Without warning his fingers shot up to dance along the admin’s neck.

“KHH!! AAH!!” {he squeaked loudly, his voice range was honestly surprising as his voice went very high when squeaking, almost like a mouse! He laughed and tried to pull away, his neck being one of the worst spots obviously}

“NohohoHOHOHO!!”

Chance snorted. “Huhhh, didn’t think ya voice would change so much from just a few tickles. How cutteeee, ticklish lil’ mousey~”

“Yehes!” he mimicked with a shit-eating grin, unrelenting in his pursuit of tickling his sanity away. “Ya can’t escape from meeee~!”

“MHHKK— HEHHEEHEHEE!!! GEHEHEHAHAHAT AHAAHAWEHEHEAHAHHAY FROHOHOM THEHEREHE!!” {he shouted at them, blushing like crazy from the teases, his voice was still squealing and honestly, he felt like his voice wanted to squeal like a tea kettle (like me when I wheeze irl 😭🙏 I have asthma, shhh)}

“‘Mmm, should IIII…. Naahhhh, it’s wayyy more fun to tickle ya. Especially after that lil’ fiasco from last round. I’m not lettin’ ya off that easily.”

He couldn’t help the finger that went up to prod at his face. “Dawwwwww, ya blushin’? Adorablleeee. Ya knoww, it really suits yaaa. I should do this more often then, huhh~?”

“IhihIHIHI SWEHEHEAHAHAR YOHOHOU’LL REHEHGREHEHET THIHIHIS!!” {he laughed out as he tried pushing them away. He was thinking of using a tickling spell with his staff but wasn’t sure and he definitely didn’t want to accidentally cast the spell on both of them}

The gambler laughed. “Yeahhh, I’m not gonna regret this one bit. You laughin’ ya head off is makin’ me feel better already! And ya know what would make me feel even better?” Not waiting for a response, one hand went to scribble at his underarm.

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

They couldn’t even hide their sensitivity if they tried. Immediately thrown into loud cackles they shook their head back and forth before throwing it back. “SHAHAT AHAP-! IHI’M NAHAHAT!” they squealed, tugging at the grip on their arms. “IHIT’S JUHUST! BAHAHAHA-! BAHAD ‘EHEHERE SOHO GEHET OHOHOUT!!” They bit down on their lip to try and stop themselves but crumbled almost immediately. Unable to think of anything else to convince them, he fell on insults. “FAHACK OHOHOFF!”

print{{“You are not? But I can see that you are now. ‘Baaa’, you say.. like a sheep. Not in a condescending way.. I am just stating the obvious. Consider it a compliment, if you so please.”}}

[*The Spectre let out a staticky sound that sounded like a chuckle if you listened close enough, but quickly shifted its attention to that insult. It tilted its head, slightly annoyed by the measly insult.*]

print{{“Now now, did you not say that my ‘insults’ were bad earlier? You are contradicting yourself. As punishment, I will now add another spot to the list.”}}

[*It’s tone took on a slightly more condescending one (also traces of annoyance if you really squinted), one floating hand still targeting Chance’s underarm while the other went down to tweak at the gaps between the ribs. It commented one last thing in a teasing(?) tone.*]

print{{“Judging by your reactions, I think I am doing well. An applause to me.”}}

His eyes widened tremendously and he immediately tried to backpedal. “WAHAIT WAHAIT WAIT IHI’M SOHORRY?!” he tried, despite not meaning it one bit. His head turned away at what he assumed was a laugh, not wanting to give it the satisfaction of seeing how it affected him.

When one hand switched to a less sensitive spot, he visibly relaxed a bit but still squirmed around. A lot. “EhehehEHEAT SHIHIT!

"H-heyy Chance um.. could you idk.. maybe uh.."

"..."

"y-you know.. um.. th-the um.. yeah."

"p-please..?"

*he fidgets with his hands, looking away in embarrassment.*

-C.J

(@tickle-enthusiast-sfw)

(oh btw you don't have to @ me in response as long as I @ myself it shows up in notifs ! :] )

Chance nodded and put a hand in front of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. He didn’t do too well though as a few muffled giggles could be heard before he cleared his throat.

Normally, he would put on this whole schtick of not understanding, but decided not to. He opened his arms inviting CJ in for a hug. “Alrrighhtt, fine, c’mere you silly lee~”

*he accepts the hug, wrapping his arms around Chance and giggling softly in anticipation of how much this will tickle.*

"oh gosh.. thihis is gonna t-tickle soho bahahad.."

*he looks away from chance, not being able to handle looking at the guy who's about to yk.. tickle him. It'd only make the anticipation worse.*

The gambler grinned then, feeding off of CJ’s giggles as his hands snaked behind their back, slowly drifting lower only to rest at their sides. “Whaaaaat. Pssshhh… Yeah it will!” His hands sprung into action and pinched in rapid bursts.

*He squeals, before covering his mouth with both hands to try to stop the laughter that threatens to spill out.*

"mhmhmhm.. n-nohohot thehere!"

*He seals his hands over his mouth tighter and tries his best to not laugh, although Chance can definitely hear some muffled giggles.*

They gasped dramatically. “Ya hidin’ ya giggles from me! How rude!” To counter his efforts their hands shot up to their underarms and pinched around in hopes of lowering the hands and hearing his loud, unbridled laughter.

"WAIHIHIT NOHOHO!"

*his hands shoot down, halfheartedly pushing at Chance's wiggling fingers.

"Y-YOHOU FUHUCKER! A-ANYWHEHEHERE BUHUT THEHEHERE!"

*he attempts to squirm away, to no avail.*

“Anywhere but ‘ere? What about nowhere but ‘ere? I think that’s muchhh better, wouldn’t ya agree?” He continued wiggling away, grinning impishly.

"NOHOHO! YOHOHU BAHAHASTARD!!"

*he nearly ends up falling with how much he's squirming around in Chance's arms.*

*he continues throwing various insults. It's clear he doesn't exactly mean them, but still. There's so many different insults and curses being thrown around-*

He laughed, “Woaaah, woaaah. Don’t go fallin’ over now!” He decided to lower one arm to tightly wrap around his waist to keep him in place while the other kept on tickling away.

"EHEHEHHE!"

*he squirms around in Chance's grip.*

"CH-ChaHAHNCE YOHOHU MEHEANIE!!'

*he squeals as he feels Chance's fingers skitter around a bit faster in his armpits.*

“Whaat? Me, mean? How could ya spew such awful lies!” Unlike what he was claiming, he didn’t ease off and rather built up the intensity. “Take it back!”

"N-NEHEHEVEHER!!"

"IHIM TEHELLIHING THE TRUHUHTH!!"

*his hands go to grab Chance's wrists, attempting to push Chance away, to no avail.*

He scoffed in fake disappointment. “The nerve! Oh that’s it!” He scratched and pinched away at the length, intent on making him change his mind.

*in literally like less than 5 minutes, his very little resolve crumbles.*

"WAITWAITWAITWAIT- SNrk- O-OHOKAHAHAY OHOHOKAHAHY! YOHOHOURE NOT MEHEHAN! "

*he buries his face in his hands, although he doesn't make the same mistake of trying to hide his laughter.*

“Awh, good wittle lee CJ!” He laughed, a little bummed out that his laughter wasn’t muffled to give him another excuse to tickle there longer. Instead, he pulled back to rub circles into his stomach with his thumbs.

"w-waihIHIit- *snort*- nononono naHAhat my BEhelly!"

*he shrinks back, trying to escape the tickles. His laughter gets louder and louder the closer Chance gets to his belly button.*

"Ch-chahaAhHance don't you fuhucking daahhahare!!!"

“Yeeees your belly!” he sang, eyes widening when he realized. “Oh I dare alright!” His fingers slipped into his bellybutton and wiggled around.

*he squeals, before promptly attempting to shrink away, his legs shaking.*

"CHAHANCE NONONONOHOHOOO!"

*he uses both hands to start pushing at Chance's arm, although he's not strong enough to really do anything.*

"BAHAHASTAHAHARD!!"

“Chance yes!” he mimicked, unable to help but laugh along. “Ya reallyyyy should be careful n’ not insult the one who’s ticklin’ ya…” he warned as the unoccupied hand shot back up to pinch and prod at his underarms.

"EEEEEE WAITWAITWAIHIHIHIT!! NOHOHOHO! IHI- IHIHIM SOHORRY! IM SOHOHOHORRRY!!"

*he attempts to clamp his arms down, but it's a bit too late for that. All it really does is trap Chance's arm there.*

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh wouldja look at that… Guess I just gotta keep tick-tick-ticklin’ ya!” He pretended to look remorseful but looked anything but.

"NOHOHOHO!!!"

*he squirms around, managing to get Chance's hand out of there, before quickly clamping his arms back down to his sides.*

"N-NOHOW YOU CAHAHNT GET MEHHEE!!"

Chance raised a brow and laughed. “Really, huh? I betcha I can get back in there later~!” In the meantime, they shifted their attention to his stomach. “Mmm, I’m feelin’ a bit hungry… Ya wouldn’t mind if IIIIIII… Nibbled ya?”

"NONONONONOHOOHO!! DOHONT YOU DAHAHARE!"

*he attempts to kick and squirm away, to no avail. He doesn't move his arms, not wanting to expose his armpits back to Chance.*

"M-MEHERRCYYY! MEHERRCYYY!!

“Snrk- Mercy? Comeee onnn, we barely even started!! Do I gotta keep ticklin’ ya to build ya stamina~?” Rather than following what he supposedly wanted, they leaned over to gently nibble his stomach and sides.

"EEE!! NohoOho! *SNrk-* N-nohot nihbbles!! Anything buhut NIHihbles!!"

*his hands shoot down, half-heartedly pushing at Chance's head to try and get away from the nibbles. He brings one hand up to hide his smile, before promptly looking away in embarrassment.*

He pulled back for a moment and grinned. “Anythin’ but nibbles? How about nothin’ but nibbles for a bit, aye?” With that he went back in, gently biting away.

After a while, he relented. “Awwwh, is someone a lil’ flustered? Can’t pay attention to the one that’s tick-tick-ticklin’ him? Baddd ideaaa~!” Following those words, a hand shot down to squeeze his thigh in rapid bursts.

{they would poke their back with their staff}

@duleesekkar

“EhAGH!” Chance flinched. He whipped around and sighed, already having a feeling as to who it was. “Pumpkin fella, ya really didn’t hafta do that to get my attention…” he made a face as he continued, “but you have it now! What can I do for ya?”

“Heh, sorry. I was gonna ask you something but…was that a giggle I heard?-“ {he asked, tilting his head in slight confusion, almost giggling at it}

The gambler blinked. “Whaaat? No. Ya hearin’ things or somethin’? Earth to Dusekkar?” He wildly waved a hand in front of his face, as if it would ‘snap him back to reality.’

“Hmmm…okay…whatever you say..” {he replied, shrugging a little before sitting down on a couch}

He eyed him warily but sat next to him nonetheless. “Alright. Ya had a question, request, whatever. Spill,” he insisted by poking him in the stomach.

“Alright alright, every time your gun explodes, did it make your nerves more sensitive?” {he asked, hoping it made sense since he didn’t know how to explain it well}

They thought for a moment. “… Yeah it does. Even barely brushin’ against it makes me hyperaware n’ yeah… Sensitive. At least durin’ the rounds.” A shrug. “Good thing we’re all healed afterwards. Who knows how bad it’d get for me without it.” Pretty bad went unsaid.

“That’s interesting…”

He paused for a moment. “…Hey now, that doesn’t mean you’re gonna use it against me now, does it?” He had a feeling that he meant something like that, but wasn’t entirely sure. Subconsciously, he scooted a bit away.

“Nono, of course not! Why would I?” {he said dramatically, yet also in a half serious tone}

Chance didn’t buy it and took a large scoot away. “Hey.” They put a hand up and waited a bit as they looked to find something else to talk about instead. “… Anywho,” they got a bit more serious, “We got another round soon. Ya ready?”

“Sort of, it’s.. Jason- or Slasher now, is it?” {they asked, started to get more serious as he remembered}

They waved a hand dismissively. “Ah. Nothin’ to worry about, we’ll be fine.” They offered a reassuring grin just as everything faded to black and the next thing they knew, they were in the horror hotel area.

They huffed while jumping straight into flipping their coin. “Thought there was a bit more time, but…” Just then he heard a shout in the distance and headed towards it. If they timed it right, they could land a stun from a safe distance and repeat.

{he went quickly over to and open area but staying hidden while he used a few protection spells on the other survivor}

“Lucky me!” They grinned, ducking behind a wall before just peeking out to aim a shot, only for the flintlock to blow up on them. “Crap!” they groaned out, wincing as they checked their now burnt suit. They waited a moment before sighing in relief. The killer and other sentinels seemed too focused to notice their slip up. Normally, they would’ve immediately gone for a hat fix to get his gun back, but seeing that they were dangerously low on health, they scurried away to find a medkit.

{appearing out of nowhere, he would like their side} “Heh”

Letting out a loud yelp, he turned around only to see the admin. “Freakin’! Ya pokin’ me out of nowhere! A hello works too ya know!” He crossed his arms, not bothered to hide how messy he looked. “Ya know what, forget that! Help me to find a medkit, wouldja?”

“Mhm, what was the loud yelp for?”

He gave an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh I don’t know, ma flintlock just blew up on me and I’m low!! Help me out!” He waved his arms around in exasperation and habitually checked behind him, even though he knew that the killer wasn’t gunning for him anytime soon.

“Yeah yeah alright… let me go search” {he chuckled before going away and searching for a med}

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, bud.” Spotting a generator nearby, and seeing that he wasn’t in the open, he started to work away at it. Always felt the need to help out somehow.

{after a few minutes later he came back with a medkit, looked a little roughed up but mostly fine} “here ya go”

Right on time, Chance finished the generator. He grinned and hastily opened up the medkit. “Thanks, pumpkin fella, you’re the best.” After he was done, he sighed, leaning against the metal frame. “Still sensitive,” he sighed, poking at his now red left arm and hand.

{he poked their side once again} “And how much does it make you ticklish now?” {he slightly teased}

“WhAH!” he yelped, and tried masking his smile with a cough. “… Right. Earlier.” He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks flushing a bit. “Yaaa really don’t need to know.”

“Hmmm, I think I dooo~” {they teased, gently grabbing their sides}

“DuhuHUHUSE!” he protested immediately, shoving at their hands. “C’MOHON!”

“Aww!! That laughter is cuteeee!!” {he teased before tickling their armpits}

“ShuhAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAP!” His voice immediately jumped up and octave, already being hyperaware of what was touching his body. It was worse than usual.

“Tickle tickle~ your like a squealing pig at times!” {he chuckled as he continued to tickle their armpits}

“NAHAHAHA-! DUHUHEE-!” Despite not wanting to, he let out a squeal just like that. “STAHAHAP IHIT!” he whined through his laughter, arms slamming down.

{he chuckled as his fingers were stuck} “You uhh…gonna let me go?” {he teased, lightly tapping to emphasize it}

He shook his head hard. “HeheHEHEll nohohOHO! Yaha juhust goHAHAHANNA TIhickle mohore!” Even knowing that trying to get away wouldn’t help, he squirmed around.

“Hmmm, I think you know it’s also not gonna do!” {he sang as his hands squeezed his armpits a little}

He let out a screech, head immediately falling into his hands as if blocking out seeing it could help him. “DuhuHUHUSE-! I swEHEHEAR!”

“You swear what?” {he chuckled as he continued}

His legs started to hug his torso in some weird attempt to dislodge the hands. His squirming increased tenfold as it went on. “BAHAHA! IHIM GOHONNA GEheheT YAHA BAHACK-! SOHO BAHAD!”

“Well…can’t do much now can ya?” {he teased, tickling them even more, when he could move his fingers of course from time to time}

“Aha..y’know… look at the time haha…”

0:00

{the round had ended and once he spawned back in he instantly made a run for it}

Chance immediately collapsed onto the table and sat there for a moment, panting. Abruptly, his lips formed a thin line and he stood up, ignoring the concerned looks he was getting and chased after Dusekkar. “Pumpkin pal, if ya don’t get ya lil’ sneaky ass over ‘ere…”

“AHAH… NOPE! IM GOOD!!” {he yelled back as he floated away, but ended up going to a dead end, he gulped nervously as he knew he was gonna get wrecked}

They paused let out a quiet snort, blocking off the exit. “Pfff- Did the tickles get to ya head and ya couldn’t figure out a way to get out? Or maybbeee…” they snapped their fingers, before wiggling one towards him, “Awwwh, don’t tell me… Ya want this huh?”

“NOHOHO..I DOHOHO NAHAT!!” {he giggled out at the tease, dropping his staff as he knew it wasn’t any good right now anyways, probably bad idea though}

His eyes drifted downwards to the staff and laughed. “Great idea, bud! Thanks for gettin’ that outta the way for me.” As he took steps to close the distance, he cracked his knuckles. “Sayyyy, ya wouldn’t mind teachin’ me how to cast that tickle spell to use on ya, aye? Buttt, in the meantimeee…” Without warning his fingers shot up to dance along the admin’s neck.

“KHH!! AAH!!” {he squeaked loudly, his voice range was honestly surprising as his voice went very high when squeaking, almost like a mouse! He laughed and tried to pull away, his neck being one of the worst spots obviously}

“NohohoHOHOHO!!”

Chance snorted. “Huhhh, didn’t think ya voice would change so much from just a few tickles. How cutteeee, ticklish lil’ mousey~”

“Yehes!” he mimicked with a shit-eating grin, unrelenting in his pursuit of tickling his sanity away. “Ya can’t escape from meeee~!”

“MHHKK— HEHHEEHEHEE!!! GEHEHEHAHAHAT AHAAHAWEHEHEAHAHHAY FROHOHOM THEHEREHE!!” {he shouted at them, blushing like crazy from the teases, his voice was still squealing and honestly, he felt like his voice wanted to squeal like a tea kettle (like me when I wheeze irl 😭🙏 I have asthma, shhh)}

“‘Mmm, should IIII…. Naahhhh, it’s wayyy more fun to tickle ya. Especially after that lil’ fiasco from last round. I’m not lettin’ ya off that easily.”

He couldn’t help the finger that went up to prod at his face. “Dawwwwww, ya blushin’? Adorablleeee. Ya knoww, it really suits yaaa. I should do this more often then, huhh~?”

{they would poke their back with their staff}

@duleesekkar

“EhAGH!” Chance flinched. He whipped around and sighed, already having a feeling as to who it was. “Pumpkin fella, ya really didn’t hafta do that to get my attention…” he made a face as he continued, “but you have it now! What can I do for ya?”

“Heh, sorry. I was gonna ask you something but…was that a giggle I heard?-“ {he asked, tilting his head in slight confusion, almost giggling at it}

The gambler blinked. “Whaaat? No. Ya hearin’ things or somethin’? Earth to Dusekkar?” He wildly waved a hand in front of his face, as if it would ‘snap him back to reality.’

“Hmmm…okay…whatever you say..” {he replied, shrugging a little before sitting down on a couch}

He eyed him warily but sat next to him nonetheless. “Alright. Ya had a question, request, whatever. Spill,” he insisted by poking him in the stomach.

“Alright alright, every time your gun explodes, did it make your nerves more sensitive?” {he asked, hoping it made sense since he didn’t know how to explain it well}

They thought for a moment. “… Yeah it does. Even barely brushin’ against it makes me hyperaware n’ yeah… Sensitive. At least durin’ the rounds.” A shrug. “Good thing we’re all healed afterwards. Who knows how bad it’d get for me without it.” Pretty bad went unsaid.

“That’s interesting…”

He paused for a moment. “…Hey now, that doesn’t mean you’re gonna use it against me now, does it?” He had a feeling that he meant something like that, but wasn’t entirely sure. Subconsciously, he scooted a bit away.

“Nono, of course not! Why would I?” {he said dramatically, yet also in a half serious tone}

Chance didn’t buy it and took a large scoot away. “Hey.” They put a hand up and waited a bit as they looked to find something else to talk about instead. “… Anywho,” they got a bit more serious, “We got another round soon. Ya ready?”

“Sort of, it’s.. Jason- or Slasher now, is it?” {they asked, started to get more serious as he remembered}

They waved a hand dismissively. “Ah. Nothin’ to worry about, we’ll be fine.” They offered a reassuring grin just as everything faded to black and the next thing they knew, they were in the horror hotel area.

They huffed while jumping straight into flipping their coin. “Thought there was a bit more time, but…” Just then he heard a shout in the distance and headed towards it. If they timed it right, they could land a stun from a safe distance and repeat.

{he went quickly over to and open area but staying hidden while he used a few protection spells on the other survivor}

“Lucky me!” They grinned, ducking behind a wall before just peeking out to aim a shot, only for the flintlock to blow up on them. “Crap!” they groaned out, wincing as they checked their now burnt suit. They waited a moment before sighing in relief. The killer and other sentinels seemed too focused to notice their slip up. Normally, they would’ve immediately gone for a hat fix to get his gun back, but seeing that they were dangerously low on health, they scurried away to find a medkit.

{appearing out of nowhere, he would like their side} “Heh”

Letting out a loud yelp, he turned around only to see the admin. “Freakin’! Ya pokin’ me out of nowhere! A hello works too ya know!” He crossed his arms, not bothered to hide how messy he looked. “Ya know what, forget that! Help me to find a medkit, wouldja?”

“Mhm, what was the loud yelp for?”

He gave an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh I don’t know, ma flintlock just blew up on me and I’m low!! Help me out!” He waved his arms around in exasperation and habitually checked behind him, even though he knew that the killer wasn’t gunning for him anytime soon.

“Yeah yeah alright… let me go search” {he chuckled before going away and searching for a med}

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, bud.” Spotting a generator nearby, and seeing that he wasn’t in the open, he started to work away at it. Always felt the need to help out somehow.

{after a few minutes later he came back with a medkit, looked a little roughed up but mostly fine} “here ya go”

Right on time, Chance finished the generator. He grinned and hastily opened up the medkit. “Thanks, pumpkin fella, you’re the best.” After he was done, he sighed, leaning against the metal frame. “Still sensitive,” he sighed, poking at his now red left arm and hand.

{he poked their side once again} “And how much does it make you ticklish now?” {he slightly teased}

“WhAH!” he yelped, and tried masking his smile with a cough. “… Right. Earlier.” He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks flushing a bit. “Yaaa really don’t need to know.”

“Hmmm, I think I dooo~” {they teased, gently grabbing their sides}

“DuhuHUHUSE!” he protested immediately, shoving at their hands. “C’MOHON!”

“Aww!! That laughter is cuteeee!!” {he teased before tickling their armpits}

“ShuhAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAP!” His voice immediately jumped up and octave, already being hyperaware of what was touching his body. It was worse than usual.

“Tickle tickle~ your like a squealing pig at times!” {he chuckled as he continued to tickle their armpits}

“NAHAHAHA-! DUHUHEE-!” Despite not wanting to, he let out a squeal just like that. “STAHAHAP IHIT!” he whined through his laughter, arms slamming down.

{he chuckled as his fingers were stuck} “You uhh…gonna let me go?” {he teased, lightly tapping to emphasize it}

He shook his head hard. “HeheHEHEll nohohOHO! Yaha juhust goHAHAHANNA TIhickle mohore!” Even knowing that trying to get away wouldn’t help, he squirmed around.

“Hmmm, I think you know it’s also not gonna do!” {he sang as his hands squeezed his armpits a little}

He let out a screech, head immediately falling into his hands as if blocking out seeing it could help him. “DuhuHUHUSE-! I swEHEHEAR!”

“You swear what?” {he chuckled as he continued}

His legs started to hug his torso in some weird attempt to dislodge the hands. His squirming increased tenfold as it went on. “BAHAHA! IHIM GOHONNA GEheheT YAHA BAHACK-! SOHO BAHAD!”

“Well…can’t do much now can ya?” {he teased, tickling them even more, when he could move his fingers of course from time to time}

“Aha..y’know… look at the time haha…”

0:00

{the round had ended and once he spawned back in he instantly made a run for it}

Chance immediately collapsed onto the table and sat there for a moment, panting. Abruptly, his lips formed a thin line and he stood up, ignoring the concerned looks he was getting and chased after Dusekkar. “Pumpkin pal, if ya don’t get ya lil’ sneaky ass over ‘ere…”

“AHAH… NOPE! IM GOOD!!” {he yelled back as he floated away, but ended up going to a dead end, he gulped nervously as he knew he was gonna get wrecked}

They paused let out a quiet snort, blocking off the exit. “Pfff- Did the tickles get to ya head and ya couldn’t figure out a way to get out? Or maybbeee…” they snapped their fingers, before wiggling one towards him, “Awwwh, don’t tell me… Ya want this huh?”

“NOHOHO..I DOHOHO NAHAT!!” {he giggled out at the tease, dropping his staff as he knew it wasn’t any good right now anyways, probably bad idea though}

His eyes drifted downwards to the staff and laughed. “Great idea, bud! Thanks for gettin’ that outta the way for me.” As he took steps to close the distance, he cracked his knuckles. “Sayyyy, ya wouldn’t mind teachin’ me how to cast that tickle spell to use on ya, aye? Buttt, in the meantimeee…” Without warning his fingers shot up to dance along the admin’s neck.

“KHH!! AAH!!” {he squeaked loudly, his voice range was honestly surprising as his voice went very high when squeaking, almost like a mouse! He laughed and tried to pull away, his neck being one of the worst spots obviously}

“NohohoHOHOHO!!”

Chance snorted. “Huhhh, didn’t think ya voice would change so much from just a few tickles. How cutteeee, ticklish lil’ mousey~”

“Yehes!” he mimicked with a shit-eating grin, unrelenting in his pursuit of tickling his sanity away. “Ya can’t escape from meeee~!”

( @demoleetionist )

Taph scuffled with the tripwire tangled around his leg, struggling to undo the lines

... 👆🔒 🅰️🤏💁🆘👇❓ <I'm stuck> <a little help here?>

Chance has just been walking around, flipping his coin. He was in a better mood than usual, on a nice streak of five heads. When he noticed Taph struggling, he made his way over with a laugh. “Whatcha up to over ‘ere? Woahh-“ He looked down and burst out into more laughter. “Aren’t ya supposed to be the pro with these things? What happened?” A hand slithered out to poke at their side a few times.

They flinched, one wing unfolding to shield at their side

😆 🫴🆘👆📤👇👇

<Hehek-> <Juhust hehelp me out hehere- heheh!>

“Sure thing! But before that…” He made a show of rubbing his hands together. “Ya know I can’t just let this opportunity slip ‘way!” His hand snaked around to tickle at their unprotected side with a titter.

🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️🎰

<Chahance!! Ahahahah!!!!cruuuwh>

They banged her fist against the ground , squirming a bit more from his attack

His other wing unraveled as a pathetic attempt to protect their other side

They bit their lip to try and fake seriousness but couldn’t hold in a laugh. “What’s that gonna do, huuuuh? Ya can’t hide from the tickle monster, Taphhyyy~!” They sang, squeezing up and down both sides.

🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️⚠️⚠️

<Ehehehah- Hahaha!!!! Noooowhh-- Hehelff- krahahah!!!crrrhh>

They tugged a bit more stronger against the tripwire tangled around her ankle before giving up

“Awwwh, givin’ up to the tickles already? Good chooiiicee~!” They made a show of patting their head before devolving back into tickling the daylights out of him. “Hmmm, where will I go nexttt…” they thought out loud, tilting their head. “Any suggestions, ticklish birdy?”

🧭🤚‼️‼️‼️🤣🤣 ,, 👇⏰🤣🤣‼️‼️

<AHAHANywhehereheh!!!! juhust gehehet thihis ohohover wihiittthh!!!!hahahah!>

He groaned with false disappointment. “But Taaaaaaaph, there’s just so much of ya to tickle to bits! I don’t know where to goooo, ya gotta help a fella out!” He made a show of thinking deeply and weighing his options by using his coin. “Alrrighhtt finee. Heads can beee underarms and tails… hmm what have I not tried… Stomach? That sound good to ya?”

👍🤣🤣🤣🤣

<Fheheh- fhihihine->

They shakily signed through laughter, silently PRAYING that its tails

His eyes narrowed to the unusually accepting response and proceeded to drop his coin where they couldn’t see. “Woooops, hold on a sec, lemme grab that- Oh wouldja look at that! Heads!” It was in fact not heads, but how would they know?

Scooping up the coin, in a blink of an eye it was in his pocket and his hands were pinching at their underarms.

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

They couldn’t even hide their sensitivity if they tried. Immediately thrown into loud cackles they shook their head back and forth before throwing it back. “SHAHAT AHAP-! IHI’M NAHAHAT!” they squealed, tugging at the grip on their arms. “IHIT’S JUHUST! BAHAHAHA-! BAHAD ‘EHEHERE SOHO GEHET OHOHOUT!!” They bit down on their lip to try and stop themselves but crumbled almost immediately. Unable to think of anything else to convince them, he fell on insults. “FAHACK OHOHOFF!”

( @demoleetionist )

Taph scuffled with the tripwire tangled around his leg, struggling to undo the lines

... 👆🔒 🅰️🤏💁🆘👇❓ <I'm stuck> <a little help here?>

Chance has just been walking around, flipping his coin. He was in a better mood than usual, on a nice streak of five heads. When he noticed Taph struggling, he made his way over with a laugh. “Whatcha up to over ‘ere? Woahh-“ He looked down and burst out into more laughter. “Aren’t ya supposed to be the pro with these things? What happened?” A hand slithered out to poke at their side a few times.

They flinched, one wing unfolding to shield at their side

😆 🫴🆘👆📤👇👇

<Hehek-> <Juhust hehelp me out hehere- heheh!>

“Sure thing! But before that…” He made a show of rubbing his hands together. “Ya know I can’t just let this opportunity slip ‘way!” His hand snaked around to tickle at their unprotected side with a titter.

🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️🎰

<Chahance!! Ahahahah!!!!cruuuwh>

They banged her fist against the ground , squirming a bit more from his attack

His other wing unraveled as a pathetic attempt to protect their other side

They bit their lip to try and fake seriousness but couldn’t hold in a laugh. “What’s that gonna do, huuuuh? Ya can’t hide from the tickle monster, Taphhyyy~!” They sang, squeezing up and down both sides.

🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️⚠️⚠️

<Ehehehah- Hahaha!!!! Noooowhh-- Hehelff- krahahah!!!crrrhh>

They tugged a bit more stronger against the tripwire tangled around her ankle before giving up

“Awwwh, givin’ up to the tickles already? Good chooiiicee~!” They made a show of patting their head before devolving back into tickling the daylights out of him. “Hmmm, where will I go nexttt…” they thought out loud, tilting their head. “Any suggestions, ticklish birdy?”

🧭🤚‼️‼️‼️🤣🤣 ,, 👇⏰🤣🤣‼️‼️

<AHAHANywhehereheh!!!! juhust gehehet thihis ohohover wihiittthh!!!!hahahah!>

He groaned with false disappointment. “But Taaaaaaaph, there’s just so much of ya to tickle to bits! I don’t know where to goooo, ya gotta help a fella out!” He made a show of thinking deeply and weighing his options by using his coin. “Alrrighhtt finee. Heads can beee underarms and tails… hmm what have I not tried… Stomach? That sound good to ya?”

{they would poke their back with their staff}

@duleesekkar

“EhAGH!” Chance flinched. He whipped around and sighed, already having a feeling as to who it was. “Pumpkin fella, ya really didn’t hafta do that to get my attention…” he made a face as he continued, “but you have it now! What can I do for ya?”

“Heh, sorry. I was gonna ask you something but…was that a giggle I heard?-“ {he asked, tilting his head in slight confusion, almost giggling at it}

The gambler blinked. “Whaaat? No. Ya hearin’ things or somethin’? Earth to Dusekkar?” He wildly waved a hand in front of his face, as if it would ‘snap him back to reality.’

“Hmmm…okay…whatever you say..” {he replied, shrugging a little before sitting down on a couch}

He eyed him warily but sat next to him nonetheless. “Alright. Ya had a question, request, whatever. Spill,” he insisted by poking him in the stomach.

“Alright alright, every time your gun explodes, did it make your nerves more sensitive?” {he asked, hoping it made sense since he didn’t know how to explain it well}

They thought for a moment. “… Yeah it does. Even barely brushin’ against it makes me hyperaware n’ yeah… Sensitive. At least durin’ the rounds.” A shrug. “Good thing we’re all healed afterwards. Who knows how bad it’d get for me without it.” Pretty bad went unsaid.

“That’s interesting…”

He paused for a moment. “…Hey now, that doesn’t mean you’re gonna use it against me now, does it?” He had a feeling that he meant something like that, but wasn’t entirely sure. Subconsciously, he scooted a bit away.

“Nono, of course not! Why would I?” {he said dramatically, yet also in a half serious tone}

Chance didn’t buy it and took a large scoot away. “Hey.” They put a hand up and waited a bit as they looked to find something else to talk about instead. “… Anywho,” they got a bit more serious, “We got another round soon. Ya ready?”

“Sort of, it’s.. Jason- or Slasher now, is it?” {they asked, started to get more serious as he remembered}

They waved a hand dismissively. “Ah. Nothin’ to worry about, we’ll be fine.” They offered a reassuring grin just as everything faded to black and the next thing they knew, they were in the horror hotel area.

They huffed while jumping straight into flipping their coin. “Thought there was a bit more time, but…” Just then he heard a shout in the distance and headed towards it. If they timed it right, they could land a stun from a safe distance and repeat.

{he went quickly over to and open area but staying hidden while he used a few protection spells on the other survivor}

“Lucky me!” They grinned, ducking behind a wall before just peeking out to aim a shot, only for the flintlock to blow up on them. “Crap!” they groaned out, wincing as they checked their now burnt suit. They waited a moment before sighing in relief. The killer and other sentinels seemed too focused to notice their slip up. Normally, they would’ve immediately gone for a hat fix to get his gun back, but seeing that they were dangerously low on health, they scurried away to find a medkit.

{appearing out of nowhere, he would like their side} “Heh”

Letting out a loud yelp, he turned around only to see the admin. “Freakin’! Ya pokin’ me out of nowhere! A hello works too ya know!” He crossed his arms, not bothered to hide how messy he looked. “Ya know what, forget that! Help me to find a medkit, wouldja?”

“Mhm, what was the loud yelp for?”

He gave an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh I don’t know, ma flintlock just blew up on me and I’m low!! Help me out!” He waved his arms around in exasperation and habitually checked behind him, even though he knew that the killer wasn’t gunning for him anytime soon.

“Yeah yeah alright… let me go search” {he chuckled before going away and searching for a med}

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, bud.” Spotting a generator nearby, and seeing that he wasn’t in the open, he started to work away at it. Always felt the need to help out somehow.

{after a few minutes later he came back with a medkit, looked a little roughed up but mostly fine} “here ya go”

Right on time, Chance finished the generator. He grinned and hastily opened up the medkit. “Thanks, pumpkin fella, you’re the best.” After he was done, he sighed, leaning against the metal frame. “Still sensitive,” he sighed, poking at his now red left arm and hand.

{he poked their side once again} “And how much does it make you ticklish now?” {he slightly teased}

“WhAH!” he yelped, and tried masking his smile with a cough. “… Right. Earlier.” He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks flushing a bit. “Yaaa really don’t need to know.”

“Hmmm, I think I dooo~” {they teased, gently grabbing their sides}

“DuhuHUHUSE!” he protested immediately, shoving at their hands. “C’MOHON!”

“Aww!! That laughter is cuteeee!!” {he teased before tickling their armpits}

“ShuhAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAP!” His voice immediately jumped up and octave, already being hyperaware of what was touching his body. It was worse than usual.

“Tickle tickle~ your like a squealing pig at times!” {he chuckled as he continued to tickle their armpits}

“NAHAHAHA-! DUHUHEE-!” Despite not wanting to, he let out a squeal just like that. “STAHAHAP IHIT!” he whined through his laughter, arms slamming down.

{he chuckled as his fingers were stuck} “You uhh…gonna let me go?” {he teased, lightly tapping to emphasize it}

He shook his head hard. “HeheHEHEll nohohOHO! Yaha juhust goHAHAHANNA TIhickle mohore!” Even knowing that trying to get away wouldn’t help, he squirmed around.

“Hmmm, I think you know it’s also not gonna do!” {he sang as his hands squeezed his armpits a little}

He let out a screech, head immediately falling into his hands as if blocking out seeing it could help him. “DuhuHUHUSE-! I swEHEHEAR!”

“You swear what?” {he chuckled as he continued}

His legs started to hug his torso in some weird attempt to dislodge the hands. His squirming increased tenfold as it went on. “BAHAHA! IHIM GOHONNA GEheheT YAHA BAHACK-! SOHO BAHAD!”

“Well…can’t do much now can ya?” {he teased, tickling them even more, when he could move his fingers of course from time to time}

“Aha..y’know… look at the time haha…”

0:00

{the round had ended and once he spawned back in he instantly made a run for it}

Chance immediately collapsed onto the table and sat there for a moment, panting. Abruptly, his lips formed a thin line and he stood up, ignoring the concerned looks he was getting and chased after Dusekkar. “Pumpkin pal, if ya don’t get ya lil’ sneaky ass over ‘ere…”

“AHAH… NOPE! IM GOOD!!” {he yelled back as he floated away, but ended up going to a dead end, he gulped nervously as he knew he was gonna get wrecked}

They paused let out a quiet snort, blocking off the exit. “Pfff- Did the tickles get to ya head and ya couldn’t figure out a way to get out? Or maybbeee…” they snapped their fingers, before wiggling one towards him, “Awwwh, don’t tell me… Ya want this huh?”

“NOHOHO..I DOHOHO NAHAT!!” {he giggled out at the tease, dropping his staff as he knew it wasn’t any good right now anyways, probably bad idea though}

His eyes drifted downwards to the staff and laughed. “Great idea, bud! Thanks for gettin’ that outta the way for me.” As he took steps to close the distance, he cracked his knuckles. “Sayyyy, ya wouldn’t mind teachin’ me how to cast that tickle spell to use on ya, aye? Buttt, in the meantimeee…” Without warning his fingers shot up to dance along the admin’s neck.

shedletlee

“Pesky ‘Letskyyyy, ya wouldn’t mind sparin’ a chicken leg with ya buddy pal, Chance, now would ya?” The said man grinned as he hooked an arm around the other’s shoulder and patted the other one with another hand.

Shedletsky flinched a little at the sudden contact, but then upon hearing the question snorted in response. Oh that was not something he was asked everyday though he had a sneaking suspicion as to why they had asked about it. “Let me guess,” he started as he rolled his eyes, patting their back with his hand. “Gun blew up on you again and you couldn’t find the medkit?”

Chance didn’t answer right away, but you could say that the tint of pink on his cheeks did. “Wh- Nooooooo. Gun blowing up? Pssssh. Me?” He rambled off some other excuses and explanations until he couldn’t think of anything else to say. When that happened, he cleared his throat and shook a hand. “Anywhoo. Ya didn’t answer my question but I’ll take that as a yes, riiight?” A finger prodded at his side to try and convince him.

shedletlee

Shedletsky laughed a bit harder at the confirmation. “Oh, that’s hilarious,” he muttered as he shook his head, watching the pink tint spread across his cheeks. He was so predictable sometimes.

Now comes the issue. If he hadn’t just ate the rest of his chicken just a minute ago, he would’ve definitely offered some. “Eehehe-! Well.” He squeaked out, coughing to the side to hide the embarrassing noise that just escaped his mouth. “I would offer some but I just ate the… last of it… I can help you look for the medkit, though, if you need it.”

“Har, har. Yeah, yeah laugh it up,” he drawled with a sigh, eyes flicking away for a moment.

He let out a loud groan and shook him by the shoulders, blabbering about how he had failed him in his time of need before it clicked. “… Budddd, are ma ears decevin’ me or did ya just giggle~?” A grin slowly grew on his face, previous woes forgotten. Rather than being logical and taking the offer, he focused on the present curiosity poking him by in turn poking more at the other’s side. What can he say? He was a live in the moment, regret later, kinda guy.

shedletlee

Shedletsky jumped a bit harder, flustered at being called out. Crap! He didn’t think that he’d heard it. But then again, subtly wasn’t his strong suit so it was bound to happen.

A few more nervous giggles escaped his mouth as he flinched away from their poking fingers, swatting away their hands half-heartedly.”Soooo… about that medkit!” He tried to weasel his way out of this before he looked into their eyes, noticing the look of pure mischief.

Yeah. There was no getting out of this one.

“Psssh. Medkit. I have more pressin’ matters to attend to…” he sighed with fake seriousness. Those pokes turned into pinches, then full on scribbles. “Which brings me to the question, where ya most ticklish, Shed~?” His hands shot around different spots in random bursts, accented with a “‘ere? Orrrr what ‘bout ‘ere?”

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]