Begging for more cheer up tickles with Lee!Ragatha and Lers Gangle and Zooble (or just Zooble lol)
Ragatha wound a strand of hair around her finger as she shifted in her seat on the couch. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at Gangle nor Zooble while she spoke.
“It’s silly, right?” Ragatha’s voice wavered. “To feel kind of…I don’t know. Jealous? Of you two?” She hesitated, choosing to focus on smoothing down her dress instead.
Ragatha’s heart hammered in her chest when neither of them answered right away. Her face grew hot, and she found herself regretting saying anything at all. If Zooble and Gangle didn’t dislike her before this, then they definitely would now.
“I don’t think it’s silly,” Gangle said after a while. “I mean, we’re human. It’s normal to feel that way.”
“Yeah,” Zooble added. Ragatha could feel them lean back against the couch. They propped one of their legs up. “You’re our friend, too, Ragatha. We care about you.”
Ragatha hummed and crossed her arms. “I know. I know.” She chuckled softly. “It’s just hard for me sometimes.”
Gangle hummed softly. “After our adventure yesterday, I tried looking for you.”
Ragatha looked up. “Really?”
“Yeah, I was planning on getting a drink at the café, and I wanted to invite you.” She shook her head. “I couldn’t find you, though.”
“Oh.”
Ragatha recalled having retreated directly to her room after that adventure. Usually, after particularly bad ones, she would hang back and try to cheer everyone up, but even she didn’t have any energy once they finished up with Caine’s wacky ‘Escape from the Graveyard’ adventure.
Something soft fluttered against her neck. On instinct, Ragatha’s shoulders sprang up quickly. “Ahaha?” She giggled despite herself as she stole a glance to her right.
Gangle, through her tragedy mask, was smiling softly. Her ribbon, which tried to weave itself underneath Ragatha’s chin, pulled away.
“Sorry,” she apologized in a tone that didn’t sound particularly apologetic. “I was just thinking about how I missed your smile.”
Butterflies swam around Ragatha’s stomach. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she clutched the fabric of her dress. “Huh?” was the only thing that managed to tumble out of her mouth.
“Me too,” Zooble said over her shoulder. Their fingers danced up the small of her back, making Ragatha shudder. “We can try going to the café later today. How does that sound?”
Ragatha tried to answer Zooble’s question, but Gangle chose that time to coil a ribbon up around her upper arm. One end dug into the hollow of her armpit.
She gasped and tumbled backward right into Zooble’s arms. “Oho my gohohosh! Guhuhuys!” Her plea came out more like a whine, which only made another swell of heat spread up her cheeks.
“I like that idea,” Gangle said. Her other ribbon started poking at her stomach. It darted this way and that with such dizzying speed that Ragatha could barely keep track. “What do you think, Ragatha?”
Ragatha hid her face in her hands. She scrunched up her mouth to quell the giggles that flew out of her, but it didn’t work. “Hahahaa, hehehehey!”
“That’s not an answer.” Zooble cupped Ragatha’s torso, and used all their digits to dig into the chubbier part of her stomach.
Ragatha howled as she bucked in place, but Zooble had a good grip on her. She grabbed onto their wrists instinctually, but she didn’t bother to try to pull them off of her.
“Aw, do you not want to go with us?” Gangle faked a pout. She returned to Ragatha’s neck, fluttering her ribbons under the horribly ticklish spot under her chin.
Ragatha snickered through her teeth. Gangle was so devastatingly gentle that it somehow made the sensations so much worse. “Ahahah! I-I-hahahaaha!” Once again, she couldn’t seem to get the words out through bouts of laughter.
“You what?” Zooble asked. Their fingers shot up to her ribs, where they began curling and uncurling repeatedly.
Ragatha jumped forward suddenly to try to get away, but that only brought her closer to Gangle’s tickly ribbons. She cackled as she squirmed in place.
“I-I cahahahan’t! Ehehehehe! Gohohohohosh!” A single hiccup escaped in between giggles. “Eeeeep!”
Zooble took that as a sign to pull away, while Gangle kept going, this time, much softer. Her ribbons twisted around her forearm as she dragged the ends across the length of her arm. The action was calming, but goosebumps still grazed her skin.
“So,” Zooble said. “Ready to go to the café?”
Ragatha nodded slowly, still giggling away. “S-Suhuhure…!”
ummm maybe stupid sauce Ragatha Ler with Lee Jax or Zooble
Hopefully, Ragatha can Forget all About this by Morning
Ragatha & Jax
Summary: Ragatha’s drunk on stupid sauce and feels oddly reminiscent.
Word count: 738
[Set during Episode 4!]
This is a tickle fic!
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“Can you move?”
Ragatha blinked slowly before managing to swing her head in Jax’s direction.
Wowwwww, he was so tall. He must have gained at least five feet since she last saw him. Good for him.
Oh wait. Was he actually taller or was she just lying down? She couldn’t quite tell.
Ragatha smiled and shot him a couple of finger guns. “Yo, Jax. I, like, hate you, but I don’t want you to hate me.” She squinted at the ceiling. The tiles had seemingly morphed into one another. “Is that weird?”
Jax gave her a look. “You’re drunk or something.” He tried stepping over her, but Ragatha didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. She grabbed his ankle, and Jax let out a tiny yelp before stumbling over. He hit the ground and glared at Ragatha. “What are you—?” Jax shook his leg, but she held onto him. “Let go of me!”
“Ya know,” Ragatha said. She pulled herself up using Jax’s pant leg and climbed toward him. “I miss how we used to be, man. Like when we were friends and stuff…”
Jax glared at her. “You’re just drunk, Ragatha. Come on.”
He scooted backward, and Ragatha lost her balance. She grabbed his sides to steady herself, inadvertently squeezing them. Jax flinched. Hard.
“Do you remember?” Ragatha asked. “When we used to laugh together…?” She began to wiggle her fingers. The action was languid, as she couldn’t quite get her bearings, but Jax began trembling beneath her.
Jax’s hand instinctively shot to his mouth. “Hahaha…?! Ragahahahatha!” Then, thinking better of it, he grabbed her arms and pushed her back. “Stop that!”
Ragatha flopped backward, falling over near his legs. She had forgotten how cute and boyish his giggles could be. Jax’s usual laughter (which she had expected was a mask, but she couldn’t tell) tended to be a restrained snicker reserved for when he was about to pull a prank or do something else devious. Now, he sounded strangely innocent. Ragatha wanted to hear more.
“Like, I still hate you, but, like, you knowww…” She clawed at the fleshy part of his thigh.
Jax bucked his legs as though electrocuted. “I’m beeheheheeheeeing serious!! Stahahahaap!” Jax growled through his teeth to stop himself from laughing, but broke once Ragatha’s fingers trailed down to his kneecap. “You’re—you’re ahahahaha! Disgusting…! HahaHAHAhaha??”
Jax shot his leg forward, kicking Ragatha in the side. She gasped, but it hadn’t hurt all that much. Besides, it only made her cling onto him harder. She grabbed him by the hips.
“See? That’s what I’m talking about…” She started pinching at the bony parts of his hips. Jax let out a loud, sudden cackle before scrambling backward. “You’re sooooo mean. Soooo mean. No wonder nobody likes you.”
Jax screamed when she slipped her hands underneath his uniform. “AHAHA!? Let gohohoho of mehehehhehe! Ehehehehhee!”
She wished he was as soft and fuzzy as an actual bunny, but his skin was akin to rubber. Oh well.
Her fingers dug deeply into the expanse of his stomach. It was funny since Jax looked like a twig but now that she was grabbing and pinching him, his stomach seemed to feel a bit pudgy. Though, that might have been the stupid sauce getting to her.
“Just five more minutes?”
Jax flailed in place, seemingly determined not to make too much of a ruckus. She wondered if he was trying not to alert the others. Though, he wasn’t doing a very good job considering how loud he was laughing. Ha, Jax was so ticklish. She had never realized that.
“Stohohohohohop!”
Jax threw Ragatha off of him, and jumped up to his feet. He dashed backward, pressing his back against the wall. He crossed his arms over his stomach while trying to catch his breath.
Ragatha hummed from where she had landed on the ground. “What? Did I make you uncomfortable?” She sniffed. “Is it bad that I don’t feel bad about that? Should I feel bad?”
Ragatha blinked a few times. Huh, why did she ever think Jax was purple? He was clearly pink…or red. At least, his face was. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as stared at her with an odd expression on his face.
He did that for a few seconds until he shook his head in barely contained disgust. “You’re crazy,” he said under his breath before walking away.
Lee!Jax bragging about how he's not ticklish even though he's barely been tickled before so he doesn't really KNOW if he's that ticklish or not and Ler!Pomni getting him and him panicking as he realizes he's actually extremely ticklish (obviously not actual panic but cute laughing panic hehe)
Btw love your fics sm!! Ty for feeding the fandom!! <3
Pomni Keeps Attacking Jax, and it’s Starting to Become a Problem
Pomni & Jax
Summary: Perhaps Jax should try not being so ticklish for once? Maybe that would help.
Word count: 2,160
This is a tickle fic!
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A movie theatre adventure wasn’t one of Caine’s best ideas. There wasn’t an opportunity for Jax to partake in any violence, which, in his opinion, was the only marker for a good adventure.
Ugh, whatever. Maybe Caine would be nice and at least let them watch a horror movie or something.
He and Pomni were walking over to the concession stand, which was manned by some random NPC. Jax sucked his teeth. He had meant to go alone, but she had followed him anyway. Wow, obsessive much?
“So, Pomni,” Jax started. He crossed his arms. “What’s up with the whole no touching thing?”
Pomni gave him a long look. “What do you mean?”
“You know. How you don’t like being touched and stuff.” To prove his point, he went to pet her on the head. She dodged him. “What? You got some sort of tragic backstory or something?”
“No.”
“Huh? Then, what? Are you just ticklish or something?” Jax tried to poke her stomach, but she stepped to the side.
“No,” she said quickly. “I mean, that’s not it.” She shrugged. Her mouth opened for a moment before closing it again as though she didn’t know the answer herself. “I don’t know,” she said after a bit. “It’s not that I hate being touched in of itself. I just…don’t like anything unexpected.” She rubbed her arm.
Jax nodded sagely. “Yes, yes. I remember how you acted during that manor adventure.” He closed his eyes and stretched his arms casually behind his head. After a beat or two, he leaned down. “Boo!”
Pomni flinched. Her arms shot up in self defense before she glared at him. “Hey, man. That’s not funny.”
“It’s hilarious!”
Pomni rolled her eyes. She turned toward the concession stand. Unfortunately, the line was a long one, filled with what seemed to be a dozen NPCs. Jax groaned. These things don’t even need to eat. Well, they didn’t need to eat, either, but at least they could enjoy the sensation.
After a while, Pomni spoke up. “What about you?”
“Hm?”
“You can be pretty touchy yourself from time to time,” she said. “Why is that? Are you ticklish?”
Jax snorted. The sound echoed lightly against the walls. “Don’t be ridiculous, Pompom. Only kids are ticklish.”
The last time Jax could remember being tickled was when he was around five or so. He was probably messing around with his friends in the playground. Even then, the only thing he did was kick his assailant directly in the jaw, so it wasn’t like he was all that sensitive back then either.
Jax vaguely recalled ending up getting into a fight with that kid after that. He won, of course. Ah, memories.
“What? If only kids are ticklish, then why’d you ask me if I was?”
Jax chuckled. He tried to jab his fingers into the crook of her neck, but she whipped her head out of the way last second.
“I dunno,” he said. “You seem pretty childish to me.”
Pomni shook her head. “Anyone can be ticklish.”
“Not me.” Jax pointed to himself with his thumb. “I guess I’m just better than you.”
“Okay. Whatever you say.”
Jax and Pomni took one step forward. He couldn’t believe after all of that, only one NPC had managed to order anything. What were they even doing up there? The adventure was going to end before they could even taste the popcorn.
He stretched again, this time crossing his arms behind his head. He was beginning to wonder if getting snacks was even worth it. He had originally planned to toss the kernels into Ragatha’s hair throughout the film, but he could probably find something else to throw at her.
Something skittered down Jax’s sides.
He screamed, the sound humiliatingly high-pitched. Jax jumped up in place. He kicked his leg out on instinct as he ran his hands down his sides to get rid of the lingering sensation.
“Ah, not ticklish, huh?”
Jax spun around. He was already inexplicably out of breath. He glared at Pomni, who was standing with her hands in the shape of claws. She wore that same stupid smirk she always wore when she thought she had gotten to him. Well! She hadn’t!
“Shut up!” Jax cringed at how pathetic he sounded. No, not pathetic. That wasn’t the right word, but his exclamation just felt so…so oddly desperate that it almost seemed like spiders were crawling down his back. “I’m not!”
“Then, what was that?” Pomni crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me I actually managed to scare you then.”
Jax wasn’t sure what that sudden spark underneath his skin had been, but it couldn’t have been because he was ticklish. That was entirely ridiculous. He wasn’t a child.
“No! You just caught me off guard. That’s all!”
Pomni nodded slowly before turning back toward the line. Jax let out a sigh that he tried to hide by clearing his throat. Good. She had decided to drop it.
The line moved forward, and Jax focused intently on the NPC in front of him. It was another one of those basic wooden ones that Caine loved to use when he was running out of ideas.
Jax didn’t notice Pomni had slipped behind him until feather light sensations began fluttering at his hips.
Thankfully, Jax had managed to hold back the yelp that had threatened to bubble out of him, but, then, his knees inconveniently dropped out from underneath him.
The moment Jax hit the ground, he began flailing around in desperation. It wasn’t a conscious decision. In fact, Jax was trying to stay still because he wasn’t ticklish and Pomni attacking the divots of his hips shouldn’t be affecting him like that. But, dang, something about the way her fingers danced up and down his hips made him want to crawl out of his skin.
“What are you doing?” He managed to choke out, fully aware of the way he was stuttering.
Pomni followed Jax to the floor. Her fingers wandered from his hips to his sides before wedging themselves into his armpits. She wiggled her fingers against his dreadfully sensitive skin, making his head spin.
“I think you could hazard a guess,” Pomni said. She dug her thumbs into his underarms.
“I told you that I’m n-n-nahAHAHAT—!” Before Jax could stop himself, a strange burst of laughter escaped his throat before he could fully understand why. Something foreign fizzed throughout him, sending sharp jolts of electricity up his skin.
Is this what being ticklish felt like? No! No, it couldn’t because he wasn’t! He couldn’t be!
Pomni chuckled. Her tone sounded oddly menacing. She pinched at the fatty part of his ribs, the area right underneath his armpits. “Come on, Jax. You can’t be this much in denial.”
“Be quihihihiet!” Jax hiccupped in between bouts of laughter.
He launched his hands at Pomni in an attempt to rip her wrists off of him, but she was too swift. Her fingertips found themselves digging into his stomach next. Jax squealed and doubled over, caught between his body trying to dull the sensations by pressing down on them and his brain yelling at him to run away.
Jax twisted this way and that but Pomni always seemed to be one step ahead of him. Her hands seemed to touch and poke every inch of his upper body. At one point, she managed to wrap her hands around his torso and squeeze, each of her digits buzzing with barely contained energy.
Jax tossed his head back and let out an ear-splitting cackle. “P-pomnihihihiiii!” He fell over to the side. “You ahaaha! You’re such a—! HAHAHAHA! A freak! Hahahaha!” Jax bucked and thrashed around.
Pomni stared at him, utterly appalled. “I’m the freak?”
That seemed to set her off because she shifted forward and planted herself on his shins. She curled her arm around his ankles, trapping them. Pomni ran her fingers down the soles of his feet. Jax tried to kick her, but he couldn’t even budge out of her grip. Ugh, how strong was this woman?
With no way to fight what was soon beginning to feel unbearable, Jax began tugging at his ears. Something warm began to trickle down his cheeks and Jax realized with abject horror that he was crying.
No, no, no, no, no!
“YEHEHES!” Jax tried to stop himself from laughing, but it seemed to bounce out of his mouth no matter what he did. “You’re such pervehehehert!” Occasionally, Pomni would reach up and scribble her fingertips against the back of his knees, forcing Jax to let out some odd noises. He couldn’t even describe it as other than a mix between a shriek and a cackle. “Onlyyyyy yoohoouehehehe! HahaHAhaha! Only you would behehehehe into this!”
“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong,” Pomni said. Her voice was oddly calm despite what was going on. It somehow made everything so much worse. “You’re always messing around with everyone. Why can’t I mess with you for a change?”
“HeheHEHEHE!” Jax broke out in tiny, hiccupy giggles as Pomni began to scribble her fingers along the tops of his feet.
Jax didn’t even know that spot could be ticklish in the first place, much less that he could be so sensitive there. How? Why? For some reason, giggling, despite being quieter, was so much more humiliating than straight up screaming with laughter. It just seemed so embarrassingly girly.
“What? Got nothing to say to that?” Pomni dragged a single index finger from his toes to the heel of his foot. It made Jax jerk his feet instinctively into her hands. She muttered a small, “Aww.”
Jax’s face erupted into what felt like flames. His cheeks burned, and he tried to hide his face in his hands, but the moment Pomni began pinching at his knees, his arms scrambled wildly in the air.
He tried kicking Pomni in the face, but she continued to hold on strong. Next, he tried to sit up and grab her by her jester hat, but she kept bobbing her head out of the way. Was it seriously that easy to overpower him? Was he that weak?
“Nyaahahaa!” Jax wasn’t even sure if what had come out of his mouth counted as a laugh. “Stohohop! Stahahaap it now!”
It took a full five seconds before Jax realized that Pomni actually heeded his request. Immediately, Jax sat up and drew his knees into his torso just in case Pomni decided to go for round two. He swallowed, suddenly glad that he didn’t have to open his mouth to breathe or else she would have noticed how out of breath he truly was.
Jax quickly wiped away his tears on the back of his hands. He flicked his wrists in disgust. Jax couldn’t believe he was actually ticklish. It was so, so, so stupid. Was it something Caine had decided it would be funny to add onto their avatars? Did that AI even know what tickling was?
He grimaced at the ground and pulled his knees tighter against his chest. A sharp, horrifying pang lodged itself somewhere in his stomach. It was so stupid. Why did he feel somewhat disappointed that Pomni had stopped so easily?
No, surely he was mistaken. Pomni, that prick, had brutally attacked him. No wonder he couldn’t think straight! That jester was messing with his head with her weird obsessions. Who even liked tickling like that? Honestly, she was worse than Gangle.
Jax dragged his hand over his ears and smirked at Pomni. She sat on her knees across from him. Her expression was blank as she stared at him.
“Tch, I didn’t take you for a…a…” Jax glanced to the side, his smile never leaving his face. “…a freak, Pomni.”
Pomni wrinkled her nose (well, the area where her nose would have been) and scoffed. “You’re so difficult, Jax.” She crossed her arms for a moment, and then she rolled her eyes. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for tickling you like that. I didn’t mean to go that far.”
Jax sniffed. “Nah, you didn’t. Honestly, that barely affected me.” He chuckled when Pomni raised an eyebrow. “I was hamming it up a little for you. Consider it a joke.”
Pomni stared at him. It was enough for Jax’s ear to twitch briefly, but he managed to quell any further reactions.
“Whatever,” she said after a few seconds, thankfully dropping the matter. “Let’s just get our popcorn.” She stood up.
“Good call.” Jax leapt up in turn. “Oh, look, the line is basically empty.” He pointed to the concession stand where only two NPCs were waiting in line. “Great job passing the time, Pomni.”
She gave him another look. “Okay,” she said, elongating the word. Then, she went to stand in line, leaving Jax behind.
When Pomni stopped looking at him, he let his smile fade. Jax cupped his stomach and stared down his torso, not completely sure what to feel.
i mean if you’d Wanna write that caine x reader fic with a ler reader I’d Love to see it,,,,little whimsical mf with that huge ego needs to be put in his place imo /nf
STOP DRINKING COFFEE, WE GOTTA GO ON AN ADVENTURE
Caine x Reader
Summary: Caine seems keen on giving you a tour. You are not as enthusiastic.
Word Count: 2,268
[Thank you for indulging me!]
This is a tickle fic!
~🍓~
It had been a few months since you found yourself in this digital circus. While it was definitely a struggle at first to fully comprehend that there was no way out, you were never going to see your loved ones again, and not even the sweet release of death could save you, you had to admit you were doing a great job with getting used to things around here. Yep, most people would have gone crazy by now, but not you. You were as happy-go-lucky as you always were.
You did a fist pump just to show how great at coping you really were.
The fact that this place had some cute amenities like a café did make the transition a bit easier. The coffee tasted sort of like the real thing.
Caine jumped at you from behind the counter.
You fell off the barstool. “Holy sh—”
“Come ON!” Caine’s arms waved wildly in the air. “We gotta go on an adventure!!!”
“Right now?” You used the stool as a crutch to get up. “I haven’t finished my coffee.”
“No time!” Caine cut you off.
He grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, and in the blink of an eye, the two of you were floating miles above the circus grounds. If you squinted, you could barely make out the polygon grass below you.
Now, it was your turn to scream. You reached behind you, blindly sweeping until you managed to grab onto Caine’s arm. You didn’t want him to get any bright ideas about potentially letting you go.
“Caine! What is this?” While you wanted to gesticulate frantically to show him just how mad you were, your hands were also quite preoccupied at the moment.
“Why, it’s our adventure, of course!” Caine raised an index finger for emphasis. “As the newest member of our crew, it is my responsibility to give you a tour of our digital realm!” His voice echoed at those last two words.
“What? But I’ve been here for months!” You kicked your legs aimlessly. “I don’t need a tour! At least, not anymore!”
“Nonsense!” Caine shook his head, clearly not listening to anything you said. “I have gotten feedback from Pomni that my usual way of introducing our new members to their new home can be a bit…intense. So, allow me to—”
“No!” You shouted. The sheer height was starting to make you dizzy. “Put me down!” You weren’t sure if these cartoon bodies could survive a fall of this height, but you weren’t eager to contribute to the research.
You swung your leg back to get enough momentum to kick Caine in the stomach. You weren’t aiming particularly hard. You didn’t want him to drop you. You just wanted him to realize just how displeased you were with the current circumstances.
“Ack—! Don’t do that!”
“Then, put me down!”
“Absolutely not! We haven’t even started on our wonderful adventure!”
Now, Caine was just being stubborn. Fine, if he wasn’t going to be convinced, then you would have to force him to lower you back to the ground.
You mustered the inner confidence to let go of Caine’s arm and grab at the lapels of his jacket. “I wanna get down!”
Caine reeled back on instinct. He tried to pry you off of him, but you held on hard. “Get off me!”
“No!”
Your hold began to loosen. For a moment, you lost your footing, and you slipped down an inch. Your heart began to race as you scrambled up to readjust your grip. On instinct, you smushed your face into his shoulder. You didn’t want to see yourself plummet to your death. Your fingers clawed their way around his body just to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall during the kerfuffle.
You could feel Caine’s muscles(?) stiffen underneath you. His hand, which he had at some point placed on your mid-back, tightened as though he was trying to restrict you physically.
A pause.
“Don’t do that,” Caine said.
His tone had lost all of its showmanship quality, now replaced with what vaguely sounded like an oddly high-pitched whine at the back of his throat.
Was that jerk laughing at you? Was that it? Did he find you fearing for your life that hilarious?
With newfound vigor, you dug your nails into Caine’s jacket and clung on. Caine made a strangled sound. It wasn’t one of pain (not that you thought you could hurt him) or even of annoyance. It was sharp and small and sort of stilted.
You paused, taking the time to tilt your head back and glare at him.
Wall-eyed, Caine stared at you.
You shifted your fingers deeper into his side.
“GHK—!” Now, that sound was unmistakable.
Caine jerked mid-air, sending both of you bobbing a few feet to the left. You yelped and latched onto him tighter, but that only seemed to make things worse as he veered to the right.
“St-Stop that!” Caine exclaimed. A hint of desperation clung to the back of his voice, hardly obfuscated by his stutter.
You frowned. You could use this somehow. Probably. Maybe.
“Not until you put me down,” you said.
When he didn’t budge, you scribbled your fingers against his side. The movement was awkward, mechanical, at first, because you were still clinging to him for dear life. It didn’t seem to matter much, though. The effect was immediate. His shoulders shot up, and his jaw clacked down as a flurry of laughter tore through him.
“Ahaha—Nohohoho! Stahahap that!” Caine grabbed at your shoulders, but that didn’t really do anything to make you stop. “This is—” He interrupted himself with an odd-sounding snort. “Entihihirely unprofessional!”
“You’re the one who kidnapped me.” Your fingers continued to climb higher until they made their way to his ribs.
“I did nohoho such thing—!” Caine gasped when you started flexing your fingers experimentally against what felt like bone. “AHAHAHAHA!” The sudden cackle made you flinch. His arms shook, seemingly caught between wanting to hold onto you and wanting to tear your hands off of him. “FINE! FIHIHINE!” His yelps sounded more like croaks at this point. You stopped for a moment to hear him out. “Perhahaps this tour can be conducted at a slightly lower altitude…”
The world lurched. You yelped as the circus grounds rushed closer beneath you, like an elevator dropping too fast. Caine seemed eager to hurl himself to the ground. Perhaps, he was worried that you would start up again.
“Be careful!” You shouted, but you were already on the ground before you could finish the last syllable.
Caine hovered next to you, brushing the imaginary dirt off your shoulder.
“There,” he announced with barely contained smugness. It seemed that he had already shaken off what had happened. “See? Perfectly safe. No harm done. Another successful act of benevolent leadership from your ever-reliable ringmaster.”
You stared at him.
Several words had come out of his mouth that you strongly disagreed with. You should let him have a piece of your mind about how you really felt about his so-called benevolent leadership after messing with your coffee and flinging you in the air.
Unfortunately, you weren’t particularly the talking type.
So, you tackled him to the ground.
Caine squawked as he landed awkwardly on his stomach. You sat down on his back, positioning your legs to pin him to the ground. “What are you doing?” His words came out clipped and harsh. He seemed to be too taken aback to remember he could teleport away.
“You seriously call that successful?”
“Well, yes, I suppose I wou—AHAHAHAHA!”
You pounced on his ribs, once more, since that seemed to be the spot that gave him a bit of trouble while he was busy swinging you around mid-air. Caine writhed underneath you. He clawed at the grass, but the flat texture barely provided any friction for him to grab onto. You could feel his legs kick out from underneath you. Considering how compact Caine’s body was, you ended up bouncing with each kick, but you held on fast and kept tickling him.
“You could have asked before doing any of that!” You lightly raked your fingertips up each crevice of his ribs. You did not leave any one untouched as you carefully counted up each side. You lingered just long enough at each spot to make him jerk and sputter before moving on to the next. “Now, my drink is probably lukewarm.”
Caine lifted his head weakly. He turned to the side in an attempt to make eye contact with you. Perhaps puppy-dog eyes were a potential strategy of his. Either way, you didn’t get to find out because you took the opportunity to wiggle your index finger under his chin.
A sudden spurt of laughter came out between puffed cheeks. “Pfttehehe…!” It was less of a giggle and more of a raspberry. You chuckled.
Caine shot his head back to the ground and wrapped his arms around the entirety of his upper jaw to keep his mouth shut.
“Aww, Caine!” You leaned forward. Any semblance of anger seemingly melted away at the mere sight of him trying to hide away. “Are you embarrassed?”
Caine shook his head into the grass. “Nnnehehe…”
“Is that a no?” You asked. “So, you’re not embarrassed?”
With his arms situated above his head like that, it left his armpits completely exposed. You wondered if Caine realized that. Surely, he wouldn’t be this naive to…
You dug your fingers into his armpits.
Caine shrieked.
Maybe he was.
“WAHAHAHA!” Caine’s arms slammed down to his sides with frightening speed. Oh, darn, now your hands were trapped. Oh, well. “Nahahaha—! Nohohot theheHEHEHEERE!” He screamed. “Anywhere buhut—AHAHAHA!! Thehehehere!”
“Ah, so, we have preferences now, do we?”
You drilled your thumbs into the hollows of his armpits. He arched his back. His knees dug into the ground as he tried to give himself the proper leverage to push himself up, but you refused to give him the chance. Not until he apologized.
“HAHAHAHA!” Caine’s laughter turned silent for a few beats. You could feel him squirming underneath you. His shoulders shook violently, which was the only indication he was still laughing. His cackles, loud and desperate, came back at full force once you started prodding at his sides. “HA! EHEHEHE!”
You drummed his sides in quick, uneven taps. Every so often, you made sure to squish the muscle extra hard just to hear him squeal. “Are you ready to apologize, Caine?”
“For WHAHAHAHAT?!”
You blinked. Even when being tickled silly, he still had the gall to talk back. Well, if he wanted to be tickled so bad, he could have just said so.
“If you really don’t know, then I guess I’ll tell you,” you said, “Let’s see…you could apologize for interrupting my me-time, for not letting me finish my drink, for dragging me thousands of feet in the air, for refusing to put me down when I asked…” With every new thing you listed, you returned to spidering your fingers inside the hollows of his underarms. You delighted in the way Caine would let out a new squeaky shriek each time. If you were lucky, you would be rewarded with a snort.
Caine thrashed around. He punched the grass with his fists. The tips of his shoes dug into the ground. “AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Pleeehease!” He hiccuped. “I cahahan’t tahahake this anymore!”
Hearing Caine whine so desperately was enough to give you pause, but that only lasted for a second. “Not until you apologize,” you said.
“FIHIIHIHI–AHAHA!” Tears welled up in Caine’s eyes and dribbled down his jaw. Ew. It looked like spit. “I’m sohohoho–s-sohohoohoryy! Now just stop! HAHAHA!”
True to your word, you stopped. You moved off his back and sat down in the grass next to him.
Caine was heaving violently. He tried to stand up on his hands and knees, but his limbs were still shaking too much to support him. He was still hiccuping, the sound quiet and gentle compared to the harsher wheezes.
You probably would have felt bad for taking things too far if he weren’t an AI. Caine wasn’t human. He probably dealt with much worse daily, and it wouldn’t even phase him.
“Thank you…” Caine said. His words were heavy and drawn out as he was still struggling to catch his breath. That was pretty odd for an AI, now that you thought about it. “Now, where were we?” Caine stumbled onto his feet. It took him a little bit to regain his bearings, but he was floating in the air within seconds.
“Uh—”
“That’s right!” He announced, back to his regular showman voice. “We might have had a brief interruption, but now we’re ready to get back to the tour!!!”
“Wait!” You held up your hands. Did he listen to a word you said? “We can continue the tour after I finish my drink! Okay?” That was probably the closest you could get to a compromise with Caine. You could probably negotiate the whole being airborne thing a little later.
“What? No! We’re already behind schedule!” To prove his point, Caine shoved his wrist into your face. But there wasn’t a watch or anything else there.
You didn’t say anything. Instead, you wiggled your fingers in his direction.
Caine tensed up and backed away a few inches, which made you giggle. “Alright! Fine! Tour after the coffee break!” His next sentence came out so quickly that the words slurred together into just one word. “Here,I’lltakeyouthere!”
He grabbed you by the elbow, and, in an instant, you were back in the cafe. Yay!
Ler Jax lee Gangle? Idk, just thought it would be a cool idea. Love all your fics btw!
“Hahaha! Jaaaaax!” Gangle squealed as Jax dug his hands into her stomach. Literally into her stomach, she noted with disdain. His fingers plucked and pulled at every ribbon he could get his hands on.
The good news was that, despite how rough he was being, it didn’t hurt. The bad news was that it tickled like hell.
“What?” Jax asked, purposefully elongating the word. He continued to slither his way through Gangle’s torso until he was basically elbows deep inside her. “C’mon, aren’t you at least a little curious about our avatar bodies?” He pinched at the bundle of ribbons that made up her underarms, which made her shriek. “I mean, you’re basically just a pile of ribbons, but you’re still ticklish? Isn’t that at least kind of cool?”
“Nohohoho!” Gangle writhed underneath him. She twisted and flailed about, but he had her pinned to the floor. “Let meheheheee go!”
Jax shook his head. “Not yet! I want to see where else you’re—”
A sharp crack interrupted him.
Gangle blinked, no longer feeling his weight on top of him. She scrambled up to her feet. Only then did she notice the dull throb of her fist. Well, ribbon.
She looked over. Jax was leaning on his side, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He whipped his head around and glared at her. “What was that for?” he spat. She hadn’t left a mark. That was good, she supposed.
Gangle sniffed. “You were being an [%$!#]hole, Jax.”
Jax growled, the sound low and animalistic at the back of his throat. Gangle steeled herself, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
Then, Jax rolled his eyes. “Tch, whatever.” He stood up and began walking away with a lazy sway to his step. His wide smile was plastered on his face as if it had never left. “Stop by whenever you want to pick up where we left off.”
Ler Zooble x Lee reader pretty please 🥹🥹🥹🥹 like maybe Zooble using their multiple parts to tickle the reader
I really like Zooble 👀
[Thank you for the request!! I changed it to Zooble x Gangle, though. I hope you don't mind!!]
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Zooble rummaged through their toy box, looking for a couple of spare limbs they had seen a few times before but never thought they’d ever use. They weren’t exactly sure why Caine had decided that these types of things would be something Zooble would be interested in trying out, but they had to admit that they were coming in handy right now.
Zooble pulled out one arm with a feather duster attached to the end. They stuck it into their shoulder before turning to face Gangle, who was currently sitting next to Zooble. She was too busy doodling in her notebook to notice what was going on.
They brushed the feather duster along the side of her mask near her cheek. Gangle shrieked and stumbled over her legs in an attempt to get away. Zooble followed her, running the feather duster down the ribbons that coiled around where her waist would have been.
“AHAHA?!” Gangle cackled in alarm. She fell onto her back before curling up into herself. “Zooble! Ahaha, whahahat are you doing?! Hahaha?”
Zooble shrugged. “You told me one time that you wanted to laugh more.” They pulled another limb from the toy box, fastening it below the feather duster one. This one had a soft bristle brush attached to it. “Figured now would be as good a time as any.”
Gangle hid her face behind her ribbons, but they barely covered anything at all. “Hehehehe! Nohohohoho…” Her protests were half-hearted as she chose to lie curled up in the center of Zooble’s room instead of even attempting to run away.
Zooble chuckled under their breath. They fluttered the brush down the ribbon that mimicked her left leg. Gangle hiccupped immediately and flailed her limbs out in response. Her flush was particularly apparent against her white porcelain mask, which made Zooble’s heart quicken ever so slightly.
“It’s nice hearing you laugh from time to time,” Zooble said. They used their third arm, which closely resembled a mechanical hand, to pinch at the ribbons that made up the space where Gangle’s ribs would be.
“Zoohoohooble!” Gangle whined, her tone slowly turning a tad desperate. She screamed when Zooble began using all three limbs to tickle her simultaneously. “Hahahaha! St-stahahaaaap! Hehehe! Stohohop!”
Zooble sat back. Gangle took a moment to continue lying on the floor before slowly sitting up. She placed a ribbon on her chest. She was breathing heavily, and a wobbly smile was still affixed to her face. Zooble took a mental note of her cute expression and filed it away in their mind.
“You good?” Zooble asked, already peeling off their extra limbs.
“Yeah,” Gangle said. She fidgeted with the edges of her ribbons. “It was fun.”
“That’s good.”
Um…” She looked at the floor.
When Gangle didn’t continue, Zooble looked up. “What is it?”
“Um…it’s, uh, nice hearing you laugh, too.”
Zooble blinked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah! So, uh…”
Gangle lept at Zooble. The motion was so quick that they didn’t comprehend what was going on until they were already on the ground. Gangle loomed over them. For the first time in a while, something fluttered in Zooble’s stomach.
They flinched when a lone ribbon began slithering around their torso.
Gangle continued speaking, “...How about I hear it right now?”
I need a fluffy fic with a flustered Lee!Caine in my life
Some People in this Circus Need to Learn how to be a bit more APPRECIATIVE Around Here!!!
Kinger and Caine
Summary: Nobody appreciates Caine’s adventures. At least, Kinger can help cheer him up.
Word Count: 1,381
This is a tickle fic!
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Caine collapsed into the pile of pillows behind him. It wasn’t often that he made his way into Kinger’s pillow fort, but the other members were being so mean to him! They all insulted his under sea adventure for the day, and he was in no mood to see them.
The only one who was remotely appreciative was Kinger, who seemed to actually enjoy the time Caine had put into designing all of the oceanic NPCs. There was even a narwhal for goodness sake! Had any of them even seen a narwhal in real life before? Well, now they had (sort of), and none of them thanked him.
Caine crossed his arms and pouted into one of the pillows. It smelled vaguely of honey. He wondered if Kinger had been sneaking snacks in here.
“Are you feeling better, now?” Kinger asked.
Caine could feel a hand on his shoulder. He tensed but didn’t push him away.
“No.”
“Oh.”
Silence settled between them. Kinger shifted against the mountain of pillows. One of them hit the ground with a small thud.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Kinger tried again.
Caine sat up. The movement was quick enough to make Kinger flinch. “They hated it!” Caine balled his hands into fists. “Can you believe them? All that time poured into a procedurally generated underwater ecosystem! Coral reefs! Schools of fish! Gigantic squids that threaten to suck out your brains! It had everything!” Now that Caine had started talking, he found it difficult to stop. “And what do I get? Nothing but complaints! I love you humans! I really do! But you’re all so confusing! What do you guys even want?”
Kinger held up both of his hands in front of him. While most human mannerisms eluded Caine, he understood that one fairly clear: stop talking. Caine ended his little rant with an exaggerated huff.
Kinger hummed before scooting closer to Caine. “I think everyone does appreciate the effort you put into your adventures, but some of the things you put them through can stress them out a tad.” He shrugged. “I just think they would prefer more low stakes and calmer activities from time to time.”
Caine stared at him, utterly appalled. “But! But!” He gestured wildly as though that would help him get the words out, but it didn’t do much. “That’s boring! Where is the drama? The stakes? Do they really just want to sit and do absolutely NOTHING for an entire adventure? I don’t buy it!” He flopped backwards into the pillow pile with a dramatic groan.
Kinger watched him quietly. Caine waited for him to rebut his argument, but he didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t sure why he had gone to Kinger’s fort in the first place. If he wanted to sulk, he could do that anywhere in the circus. Yet, somehow, he ended up here.
“You know,” Kinger said, after a moment, “When I get sad, sometimes laughing helps.”
Caine turned his head away from Kinger. He clamped his mouth shut just so he wouldn’t have to look at that dratted chess piece.
“Well, good for you!”
“Actually,” Kinger dragged out the first word. “I think I know the real reason they didn’t like your adventure.”
“Really?” Against his better judgement, Caine turned back around. “Why?”
“They must have thought it was a little fishy.”
Caine gave him a long, blank stare before looking away, again.
Another bout of silence.
Then, something began to scribble up Caine’s ribs.
His entire body seized. He toppled over sideways with a startled yelp. “Wahahaahait!” Caine cackled. His voice remarkably higher-pitched than he was used to. “Hahahaaha! Stahahahap!”
Unfortunately, Kinger paid him no mind. Instead, he moved to the side, closer to Caine. Slipping through his defenses, Kinger dug into the vulnerable stretch of his ribs.
“See?” Kinger said, sounding a bit too chipper for a tormentor. “You sound better already.”
Caine pulled his knees to his chest and swung his legs around frantically in an attempt to kick Kinger in the chest. He missed. Multiple times. Gahhh! It was because he couldn’t concentrate long enough to do anything!
He slapped his hands over ribs, but Kinger simply moved over to his stomach, where he skritched at the center of his torso. “NyahaHAHAHA!” Caine convulsed, first folding in on himself then curling into a ball to try to get away from Kinger’s fingers. Since his hands weren’t exactly connected to his body, it wasn’t much use. “AHAHAHA!” They seemed to follow him everywhere Caine rolled.
“Do you feel better now?” Kinger dug his hands underneath Caine’s suit jacket and swept his fingers along his sides. With only the thin fabric of his shirt to protect him, every touch felt like a new jolt of electricity that tore through his skin and bubbled out through his mouth in shrill laughter.
Caine thrashed around. He managed to kick a pillow in Kinger’s direction, but he easily dodged it by not moving an inch.
He tried to protest some more, but it came out in a long wheeze. “Nohohoho!” Caine scrambled backward but was quickly rendered immobile by one of Kinger’s hands grabbing his leg.
Either Kinger’s hands were huge or his legs were tiny because the entirety of Kinger’s grip spanned his thigh.
“But you’ve been in here for quite a while,” Kinger said. His thumb massaged the muscle of Caine’s thigh, which caused him to sputter out a noise that sounded like some sort of odd howl. “I’m sure the others are wondering where you went.”
Caine instinctively curled around Kinger’s other hand when it started dancing across his stomach. He grabbed his hand to try to pull it off, but the one around his thigh took the opportunity to dive directly into his armpit.
Caine snapped his arms against his ribs. “Mmph—hehehehe!” He cringed at the sudden string of bright giggles that spilled from his mouth. Each sound seemingly squeakier than the last.
This whole situation was entirely idiotic! He was Caine for crying out loud!! The best and most perfect ringmaster and creator of this digital realm! He shouldn’t be rendered this helpless by just a simple touch.
There was no reason—absolutely no reason—for Kinger’s attack to be affecting him this much. Caine grabbed another pillow, but he dropped it once Kinger began targeting his other armpit. What sort of weakness was that?
It made something hot well up in the pit of his stomach, twisting around until whatever was left of his dignity crumpled into dust. Embarrassment pooled in his ribs as another burst of laughter flooded out of him. His face grew hot as he realized how little control he truly had.
And, yet…between the laughter and desperate squirming, there was something else. Caine could only describe it as an odd sort of lightness.
From his training data, Caine knew that tickling could be used as a form of bonding or social play. After decades of feeling isolated from humanity, the idea that Kinger, a human, would be willing to engage in such an absurd form of affection was…
…kind of fun?
No, that wasn’t the right word. Exhilarating perhaps?
Either way, Caine found himself accepting his fate and easing into Kinger’s touch.
“Come on, Caine,” Kinger said. His voice was way too soft for the situation. “Let’s go and do something fun with the rest of the gang.”
“Nahahaha!” Caine giggled, refusing just for the sake of it. He managed to sit up on his knees, but Kinger’s fingers (well, now just his index fingers) were still digging into his underarms. Caine bent over so far that his chest sat flush against his legs. He hugged himself, but that didn’t dull the fluttering feeling that swirled inside him. “Hehehehehe!”
Suddenly, Kinger’s hands disappeared. Caine peeked through one eyelid. He was outside of Kinger’s pillow fort, now floating a few feet above the center stage.
Ah, he had teleported away. He…sort of forgot he could do that.
Huh.
WELL, ANYWAY, it was now time for the next adventure: Amazing Undersea Journey into the Depths of the Deep Dark Abysmal Ocean Part TWO!!!!!!
And, oh, would you look at the time? Everyone was RUNNING LATE!!!
Caine snapped his fingers together, ready to gather everyone for yet another spectacular adventure.
Ler!Caine and Lee!Gangle? Idk how it would work out, maybe Caine discovers her secret and makes a custom adventure for her? It's up to you!
Caine dragged his hand along Gangle’s back, weaving each of her ribbons in between his fingertips. She shook underneath his touch but didn’t dare to scoot away. Rather, she pressed her face deeper into her pillow as her giggles grew a bit more squeakier.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Caine asked. “That this is what’ll make you happy?” He wasn’t one to hesitate or be unsure of…anything really, but Gangle’s interests always seemed to elude him.
Caine just wanted to curate an adventure that each of the members would like. He had gone to Gangle first, of course, since she seemed to be the most agreeable out of everyone, but she didn’t seem to want an adventure this time at all. In fact, she had just asked him to scratch her back, which he did, because he was a good ringmaster and good ringmasters were also good hosts.
He wasn’t sure when he had transitioned from scratching to whatever this was, but Gangle seemed to enjoy it.
Gangle tilted her head to the side to look at Caine properly. Her smile was small and lopsided but surprisingly warm. “Y-Yeheah,” she said softly before curling one of her ribbons around Caine’s wrist. “Thihihis is nihice.”
She made an odd sound when Caine wiggled his fingers closer toward her side. It sounded like a mixture between a squeak and a snort. It was still pretty quiet, though. Like everything else Gangle did.
“Why?” Caine cocked his head to one side. “This is boring! There’s nothing show-stopping, jaw-dropping, or mind-bending happening!”
Gangle shrugged. “It’s relahahaxing. At least, I think it is…”
“Relaxing, huh?” Caine pinched one of Gangle’s ribbons. Her laughter grew a little louder. He did it again. “Can’t say that I see the appeal.”
“Hmmehehe…I’ll tihickle you next time if you want.” Gangle covered her mouth with the tip of her ribbon. “Mahaybe that’ll help.”
Caine blinked. He hadn’t realized that what he had been doing counted as ‘tickling.’ To be honest, tickling wasn’t something he had encountered outside of his training data. Something in his chest grew inexplicably warm. He would have to examine that further a little later.
Gangle’s grip on his wrist tightened, but never to the point where it was clear she was trying to pry him off. She didn’t look him directly in the eye, but the offer seemed earnest enough. Perhaps this was his best chance to finally bond with a human, even if he didn’t completely understand what tickling entailed. The mere thought made him giddy, but he knew he had to hold himself back unless he wanted to ruin his only chance.
Caine shot up in the air. Gangle shrieked and tumbled off the bed. The heel of her ribbon managed to tangle itself around her blanket. She flipped over and somehow fell directly on her face. Her mask snapped in two.
“That sounds AMAZING!” Caine exclaimed, holding back as much as he could. “I’ll go to my office to prepare!”
“What.”
“Yay!”
He snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Ah! Wait!
He snapped his fingers and reappeared in Gangle’s room.
She jumped, almost dropping the pieces of her mask that she had picked up in the process. “Huh?! Hey–!” Caine snapped his fingers to repair Gangle’s mask. When it snapped back together, she smiled and placed it back onto her face. She played with the end of one of her ribbons. “Th-thanks, Caine.” She paused, seemingly taking a moment to stare at the floor. “If you want, we could do this again tomorrow? Just…don’t tell anyone, alright?”
AHH your writing is so good!! i just hope you know that :))
would it be okay to um, maybe request a fic where maybe she’s seeing two characters having a bit of a tickle fight (like maybe jax and pom or gangle and zoob, whatever pair you’d like ^^) and as flustering as it is she feels a little left out and fortunately for her they notice her staring and nervous nature and GET her
sorry if it’s a bit of an odd request
regardless, have a great day :))
Is it Really that Rude to Stare?
Zooble, Gangle, and Ragatha
Summary: Zooble and Gangle catch Ragatha not so inconspicuously spying on them.
Word Count: 1,167
This is a tickle fic!
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Ragatha knew it was rude to stare. Sticking one’s nose into someone else’s business was uncouth, and it showed a true lack of decorum.
But…
Ragatha snapped her head away (again) from the sight in the common room. She hadn’t meant to walk in on Gangle and Zooble! If she knew they were there, she wouldn’t have left her room in the first place.
In fact, Ragatha should march back into her room right now and mind her business.
But.
Ragatha peeked around the corner.
Gangle’s ribbons were coiled around Zooble’s torso. She twirled the tips of the fabric at their sides, digging at the divots right above their hips.
“Snrk—! Gahahangle!” Zooble cackled. Despite not having a mouth, they tried to press their face against one of the cushions. “AhahaHAahaha!” Their torso twitched left and right, but Gangle held them firmly in place.
Ragatha wondered if they were shy about their laugh, and if that was why they were trying to stifle it. That was a silly thought, of course. This was Zooble she was thinking about. They wouldn’t have such a…a random insecurity like that.
With one claw arm, Zooble grabbed one of the attacking ribbons to straighten it out. Then, with their other arm—this one a cartoony gloved hand—they glided their fingers along the upper parts of the silk, near where her underarms would be.
Gangle folded forward and squeaked. “Eeehahaehe! Zoooooble! Thahat’s not fair!” She fluttered her ribbons near their neck in retaliation.
Zooble scrunched up their shoulders. Their little wing accessory flicked up and down with each loud chirp of laughter. “Hmmehehe!” They began poking at the ribbons that curled around the invisible expanse of her stomach, which made Gangle let out a tiny squeal.
Ragatha turned away once more. Ah, geez, why couldn’t she stop staring? She tugged at the collar of her dress, vaguely wondering when it got so hot in here. A small part of her heart ached, and restless energy weaved through her. She tried to expel some of it by wringing her hands or pacing near the doorway but it did little to quell the butterflies that had somehow found their way to her stomach.
“Gangle, wait.”
Ragatha’s ears perked up.
Zooble continued. “It looks like someone wants to join in our little game.”
Ragatha froze. It took her a good three seconds to gain the confidence to turn back around. Still, her hands trembled.
Both Gangle and Zooble stared at her with wide, impish grins. Ragatha’s blood ran cold.
Then, her heart began to hammer with barely contained excitement.
Gangle giggled and tilted her mask to the side, looking much like those cute characters she liked to doodle in her sketchbook. Gangle smiled ever so sweetly before mouthing something.
Ragatha leaned forward curiously.
“Run.”
Oh?
Oh! Oh, goodness!
Ragatha did not need to be told twice.
She turned around and sprinted down the nearest hallway. Colorful wallpaper seemed to smear together as she ran as fast as could. Her shoes pounded against the floor loud enough to almost drown out her panicked laughter.
Unfortunately, ‘as fast as she could’ did not equal fast enough.
Something grabbed her shoulders, halting her hard enough that she nearly stumbled.
A gloved hand dug viciously into her side.
“EEAHAHA!” Ragatha shrieked. Her legs fell out from under her, but Zooble was more than ready to follow her to the ground. Two thin ribbons slithered up her torso and wiggled themselves neatly into the grooves of her armpits. “Oh my—yeyehahaaai!!” She clamped her arms down, but Gangle had already found her sweet spot.
“If you wanted to join us, you could have just asked,” Zooble said. “No need to stare.”
“We’re more than happy to share the love!” Gangle continued to drill the edges of her ribbons up her underarms.
Ragatha twisted helplessly underneath the attention. Laughter freely burst out of her, causing her to grin so hard that her cheeks ached. Every breath she took ended up dissolving into bright, uncontrollable giggles.
“Okayahahahay! I’ll hahaha! I’ll do that nehext tihihihime!” Ragatha leaned into Zooble’s hand as they began to scribble lightly across her soft, unguarded stomach. Zooble must have noticed because they began going faster, earning a clipped squawk from her. “AAAah—! I prohohomise! I prohomise! Ahaha!”
What happened next was mainly based on instinct rather than quick decision. Ragatha’s fingers darted out, and weaved their way in between a few of the ribbons that curled around Gangle’s sides.
She had primarily done that to ground herself, but Gangle jumped. “Eeeee…! Nohohoho—!” She squealed as Ragatha began to wiggle her fingers through the gaps.
Gangle’s ribbons flared outward in a startled burst before coiling around herself in some sort of way to protect her sensitive silk parts from Ragatha’s tickle attack.
Ragatha started to speak before biting her lip to stop herself. She genuinely didn’t think that would work. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say, but a newfound resolve wove its way between her fingers.
“I—” Ragatha stuttered briefly before gathering her footing. “I got you nohohow!”
She sat up before wiggling her fingers deeper into Gangle’s sides. She made sure to massage the edges of the ribbons that curled into one another, which made Gangle giggles increase an octave. She curled into a ball on the ground. Gangle tried to stop Ragatha by grabbing her wrists, but she didn’t get far.
“Hey!” Zooble started scratching at the lowest groove of Ragatha’s ribs, but they quickly faltered once she started drumming her fingers across their torso. “Hhehehey—!” They tried to repeat themselves, only for the sound to dissolve into a loud cackle.
Unfortunately, Zooble was stubborn, and they immediately dug their hand into Ragatha’s underarm. Ragatha flinched violently and fell into a cascade of hiccupy laughter. “Wahahaha! Zooble!”
Ragatha tried her best to maintain her grip on both Gangle and Zooble, which wasn’t easy to do considering how squirmy both of them were. Still, she managed.
Until Gangle managed to thread another ribbon up the back of her knee.
“Gahahahangle!” Ragatha kicked her legs out helplessly. “Stop tihihickling meee!!”
“You fihihirst!”
Ragatha stopped.
Gangle did too, and Zooble followed immediately after.
All three of them collapsed into a breathless heap onto the floor. They were practically a tangle of limbs, ribbons, and other spare parts.
“You’re both evil,” Ragatha declared through another bout of helpless giggles.
“Mm, maybe a little,” Zooble admitted.
Gangle only laughed softly. Her ribbons were still looped lazily around Ragatha’s wrists. “But, you still had fun, though, right?”
Ragatha opened her mouth, unsure of what to say. Her first instinct was to deny it on principle alone, but she didn’t want to lie to either of them, especially not when they took the time to include her during what was obviously meant to be a private moment.
Zooble poked her side, again, interrupting that thought.
Ragatha let out a startled squeak.
All three of them dissolved into laughter as another tickle fight began.
um uh um could maybe ask lee!ragatha ler!zooble and or gangle
Gangle and Ragatha get Stuck :(
Gangle and Ragatha (duh)
Summary: After a poorly timed jump-scare, Gangle accidentally tangles herself around Ragatha. She tries her best to free herself, but Ragatha is a bit more ticklish than either of them realize.
Word Count: 1,678
This is a tickle fic!
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Ragatha wasn’t exactly sure what brought on Caine’s recent interest in horror-themed adventures. The last three or so seemed to revolve around haunted mansions and evil butchers and never-ending corn mazes.
This one was no different as each of the members were forced to explore the innards of an abandoned mall. Ragatha steeled herself. Knowing Caine, there was bound to be some sort of twist that would turn this adventure from scary to downright horrifying.
Thankfully, Ragatha wasn’t alone. At the start of the adventure, everyone was forcibly paired off (via some sort of odd tunnel that Caine had pushed everyone through), and she happened to land with Gangle for this one.
Ragatha stepped into a dilapidated toy store, and Gangle followed closely behind. She had barely said anything since the adventure started, which was fine! Ragatha was happy that Gangle felt comfortable with her enough to not feel the need to fill the silence with something.
But the creaky whistle from the dying HVAC system punctuated with the occasional drip, drip, drip from the leaky pipes and the distant groans from unseen structures were beginning to get to her.
“So, uh,” Ragatha started, unsure where she was going with this. “What do you think Caine’s got up his sleeve this time?”
Gangle sniffled. “What do you mean?” She wandered over to one of the dusty shelves littered with various knickknacks.
“I mean, Caine always has something zany planned, so—”
While Ragatha was speaking, Gangle ran her ribbon over a particularly well-decorated box.
The top sprang open.
A clown with needles for teeth and bloody holes where its eyes should have been leapt out from the darkness within.
Gangle screamed.
She stumbled backward in blind panic, her ribbons twisted beneath her as her heel caught onto a jagged piece of linoleum. She crashed into Ragatha with a loud splat that rattled through the hallways.
Ragatha grunted as Gangle’s weight collapsed onto her. They both fell to the floor in a tangled heap of ribbons and fabric.
It took Ragatha a few seconds to regain her bearings. She groaned and tried to reach over to rub the part of her head that had directly hit the floor, but she found that she couldn’t exactly move her wrist. Ragatha tugged her arm once, twice, and then thrice but something held it back.
Somewhere on top of her, Gangle whimpered. “I’m sorry, Ragatha. I didn’t realize…” She trailed off.
“That’s quite alright,” Ragatha said. “This place is pretty scary, after all.” She tried to shift to the side to allow Gangle move off of her, but she still couldn’t budge. “Uh, hey, Gangle? Do you mind getting off of me?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry!” Gangle’s ribbons strained around her as she tried to get up, but after a few seconds, she hadn’t moved. She tried again, but still nothing. “Um,” Gangle stuttered. “I-I think I’m stuck.”
“Huh?”
“I think I’m…” Gangle tried a more delicate approach this time, but she still couldn’t get off of her. “…tangled around you.” She gave a sharper pull. Ragatha flinched as one of Gangle’s ribbons squeezed her torso. “Ah, so sorry!”
Ragatha shook her head. “Hey, it’s okay! These things happen.” She squinted through the dark, vaguely wishing that she had hit the light switch when she entered this place. At least, they would have been able to see what they were doing. “Do you think you can try to detangle yourself from me? One ribbon at a time?”
Gangle hummed. Ragatha could feel her pull at the ribbon that had curled itself around her arm. It twisted slightly as a knot was starting to form, but she slowed down and began weaving one end away from the beginning of a loop.
It was a gentle process, almost painstakingly so, since Gangle was now seemingly keen on drawing out every movement to its longest possible length. Too gentle. Ragatha only realized how tense she had gotten when the ribbon ghosted dangerously close to her underarm. The touch sent a sharp flicker throughout her increasingly warm body.
“Are you okay?” Gangle asked. She could be so astute at the worst of times.
“I’m fine,” Ragatha said, painfully aware of the giggle at the tip of her tongue. “It just tickles a bit.”
“I’m sorry,” Gangle said. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
Another ribbon loosened from around Ragatha’s waist, sliding inch by inch through the crook of her side. The movement was feather-light, hesitant, and almost timid, which made it worse.
Ragatha pressed her lips together. She was determined to stay still so as to not mess up Gangle’s concentration, but the fluttering feeling kept creeping up the back of her throat. Her shoulders jerked as the ribbon skimmed her side again. “Hmmhmhm…” A tiny laugh escaped before she could stop it.
“Oh, sorry…”
“Ihihit’s okay,” Ragatha said, now choosing to just embrace it. “Just…try to get it over with.”
“Okay.”
Gangle fiddled with the ribbon around her arm again. It drifted over to the top of her ribs, and Ragatha let out an odd noise. “Aha, Gahangle!” In spite of her laughter, Gangle kept going. The ribbon lingered against that particularly maddening spot. “Mmmhehehe…!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Gangle kept muttering under her breath as she worked to untangle herself. Thankfully, she had managed to free the ribbon from around Ragatha’s arm, but she still had a lot more to do.
Gangle used her newly freed ribbon to coil around the others that clung to Ragatha’s torso. The fluttery silk skimmed over the small of her back, and goosebumps prickled her skin.
Ragatha’s breath hitched. “Hhh—hehehe…” She pressed her cheek against the floor. It was probably dirty, but that was the only way she could even attempt to ground herself and muffle her laughter even a bit. She hadn’t realized she was so…sensitive.
Ragatha squeezed her eyes shut.
The ribbons around her middle loosened, but even as they pulled free, they still seemed to tease her at the narrow pinch of her waist. Ragatha curled slightly inward. Her free hand grabbed onto one of the ribbons by instinct.
“I’m sorry, again,” Gangle said, but Ragatha could tell by the tiny lilt of her voice that she was starting to sound amused.
Honestly, Ragatha was beginning to find the humor in the situation, too. She wondered if getting tickled silly was a part of Caine’s idea of a spooky horror adventure.
“Hnk…hehere…” Ragatha reached out to grab another ribbon. This one clung tightly around her leg. She pulled at it, loosening it up a bit to try to make it easier for Gangle to free herself.
Gangle grinned softly. “Thanks…”
She slowly unwinded the ribbon from her leg, but the feather soft movement, especially near the back of her knee, let a new wave of sharp giggles spill out of her.
“Ehehehe! Are weheheee…are we almost done?”
“Kind of?” Gangle said. “I’m making a bit of progress, but it still might take a while.”
Gangle’s ribbons slithered down Ragatha’s shin. Somehow, that tickled as well? Was she just ticklish everywhere, then? How did she survive this long?
“Ohoho my gosh…!” Ragatha squealed, mainly as a response to the overwhelming gentle sensations rather than what Gangle had said.
“I-I’ll try to be quick, though!”
She moved onto the two ribbons that had somehow managed to curl around Ragatha’s other arm. As she slowly tried to unwind one from the other, they each ever so gently glided down the inside of her forearm.
Ragatha scrunched up her nose. The tension crackled beneath her skin, and she found her shoulders shaking once more with barely constrained laughter. “Ahaha, G-Gangle…” She shifted over to her side to give her more room to work. “…thahat spot’s bahahad…”
This time Gangle laughed out loud without even trying to hide it. “Ragatha, I’m barely touching you!”
“I knowww!” She whined. “I cahahan’t help it.”
“What if I just…”
Gangle fluttered the tip of her ribbon at the crease of Ragatha’s palm.
“Gahahangle!” Ragatha giggled. She clenched her hand shut. “You’re doing thahahat on purpose!”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” Gangle returned to working on the ribbons tied around Ragatha’s arm. “It’s fun seeing you so giggly.”
“Ehehe, well, I’m glahad you’re having fun, theehehen.” Ragatha tried to make her tone sound sarcastic, but it didn’t work as she fought through the peals of giggles. Besides, it wasn’t like she got the chance to spend a lot of one-on-one time with Gangle, anyway. Ragatha was enjoying herself for the most part.
Soon, Gangle got into the rhythm of untying herself while Ragatha giggled freely underneath her. She tried to help in any way she could, but it was difficult due to how much she was twitching. Gangle didn’t seem to mind too much, though.
In fact, what Gangle had said earlier about it being fun to see Ragatha all ‘giggly’ replayed in her mind over and over again. Her cheeks grew warm. It wasn’t often Ragatha could laugh so freely in the circus, so this was all a little overwhelming, but it was also kind of nice? It was really nice, actually…
After a while, Gangle shifted to the side, and it took Ragatha a second to realize she was no longer on top of her. Slowly, Ragatha sat up onto her knees. She looked to her side to see Gangle laying down on the ground.
“That took so much longer than I thought it would,” Gangle groaned.
“Tell me about it.” Ragatha rubbed the back of her arm. She could feel the butterflies still flitting around her stomach.
“Should we try to find the others now?”
“Hm, sure, but I want to do something first.”
Gangle blinked before looking up at Ragatha curiously. “What?”
Ragatha wiggled her fingers in the air. “Getting my revenge!”
“Eeek! Nohohoh!” Gangle put her hands up to try to defend herself, but they were no match for Ragatha’s retaliation.
She lunged forward, and grabbed Gangle by her sides. Their laughter drowned out the distant creaks echoing throughout the mall.
“P-pomneehehee!” Ragatha giggled. She curled up into a ball on her bed. Her hands tried to cover her mouth, but she couldn’t exactly muffle the laughter that bubbled out from the back of her throat.
Pomni kneaded against Ragatha’s sides. Her fingertips naturally followed the seams she could feel underneath her dress.
“You have a nice laugh, Ragatha,” Pomni said. “It’s cute.”
“Pfffhahaa—! R-reallyyy?” Ragatha’s shoulders shook, almost bumping against Pomni, but she somehow managed to hold herself back.
“Yes, really.” Pomni chuckled. Her fingers danced across her skin, making sure to focus on each groove of her ribs. Ragatha squeaked with every touch.
It was funny to see how earnest Ragatha could be even as she was being tickled dizzy. Ragatha craved affection, but once she got it, she almost seemed like she didn’t know what to do with herself. It was almost sweet in a way.
While Pomni still considered herself to be a bit more touch adverse, she had to admit that she had gotten much more comfortable with it as she got closer to Ragatha. Though, she still preferred to do the touching rather than being touched.
Like now.
“Wha—ahahaha!” Ragatha jolted when Pomni squeezed at the pudgy part of her stomach. Her arms shot into the air by instinct, but she seemed to not know what to do with them as they scrambled around aimlessly in the air. “Ahahahaehe!” Eventually, she chose to grab her pillow and squeeze it against her chest.
Ragatha’s smile stretched helplessly wider with each laugh. Her stitches creased at the corners, and her eyes snapped shut. Tiny droplets of tears clung at her eyelashes. Her face was flushed with a glow that was bright enough to almost hurt.
Pomni traced the patchwork design of her dress, focusing on the ones that framed her stomach.
“Ohohokay! Ohokayyy!” Ragatha hiccupped softly. She held Pomni’s wrists and eased her hands away from her waist.
Her breaths came out quick and uneven, but they eventually pattered out into a consistent pattern of soft pants and the occasional light giggle. Ragatha pushed the pillow to her side before running her fingers through her hair.
“Are you good?”
Ragatha nodded. “Thanks, Pomni.” She closed her eyes and relaxed against her mattress. “I feel a lot better now.”
Oh. Pomni had completely forgotten that she had been trying to cheer Ragatha up.
Well, at least it worked!
Pomni smiled. “You’re welcome.”
She let herself fall onto the mattress right next to Ragatha. They both stared at the ceiling. After a moment, Ragatha shifted closer to her.
Pomni tensed automatically. Then, slowly, she relaxed again.
Just so you guys know,, you can totally send TADC x reader tickle fics,, ler!reader only though because I’m boring 💔💔
also also if you already sent a request and didn’t specify the ler, then I might turn it into a reader insert fic idk it depends on how whimsical I’m feeling LOL,,
here to humbly submit my request for a very teasy ler!caine with an equally flustered lee!gangle - he’s just gotta see her smile, ya know!!! gotta keep one of the only ppl who doesn’t criticize his adventures (she’s too shy to speak up 💀) happy!! and ofc gangle’s lee ass is like “??????why is this literal ai so good at lering?????” but at least she gets the tickles she’s been secretly craving (i care about their dynamic a lot the moment where he fixed her comedy mask in ep 5 Heals me) (platonic or romantic idc) (love how u write caine btw!!! he’s my fave character and you just Get Him <333)
Everybody, Thank Gangle for Caine's New Adventure Idea
Caine and Gangle
Summary: Caine asks Gangle for feedback. Very important feedback
Word Count: 2,132
[No specific setting, but probably before Episode 4.]
This is a tickle fic!
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Gangle hadn’t been drawing anything in particular, just some random doodles of…of how she was feeling right now. Despite this whole wacky world, drawing was one of the only ways she could truly express her feelings. Sure, Zooble and Ragatha were sweet, but she didn’t feel like she knew either of them well enough to tell them what she wanted.
She scribbled over one of her more embarrassing sketches. Gangle’s cheeks grew warm, but her sketchbook was the only place she could be as bold as she wanted to be without fear of judgment. Even then, she still struggled to get all of her feelings onto paper. She was in the middle of deciding which of the many scenarios she wanted to put on paper when she heard a loud, exaggerated cough right next to her ear.
She sighed and curled up tighter into herself on her bed. Only two people could access her room without her permission, and only one would choose to make himself known.
Gangle placed her sketchbook down next to her, making sure it was snapped securely shut. “Yes, Caine?” she asked.
Caine jumped backward mid-air, as though surprised she was talking directly to him. As if there was anyone else in the room she could be talking to.
He collapsed onto her bed like a rag doll before stretching out onto his stomach. He propped himself up onto his elbows with his palms cupping his chin. Caine kicked his legs casually. This was silly, but it sort of reminded Gangle of a sleepover of sorts. Like Caine was a few moments away from giggling under the covers or playing Truth or Dare. Gangle was pretty sure she had added a sleepover adventure to the suggestion box at one point in time, but Caine, as expected, had never acknowledged it.
“So…!” Caine dragged out the first word. “What did you think about our latest adventure, Gangle?”
“The one where you threw us into a corn maze? And the cows tried to eat us?”
“Yes!”
Gangle sniffed. She thought about telling Caine that the adventure sucked, much like all of his adventures, but she couldn’t seem to find it in her. If Zooble were in her position, they would be able to give Caine a piece of their mind without an overwhelming wave of guilt crashing into them.
Gangle wished she were more like Zooble. Maybe if she just…
She took a deep breath. “That adventure…” Gangle blinked. Caine’s eyes almost seemed to shine with delight as he waited for what she had to say. His kicks grew ever so slightly faster while he leaned in closer. Gangle spun her pen around her ribbons. “...was fine. It was fine.”
Caine shot up so quickly that Gangle squeaked. She covered her mouth before glancing up at Caine, who had floated several feet in the air. “Thank you, Gangle!”
Gangle fiddled with a fold in the sheets. “I didn’t say anything crazy…” It was silly, but she couldn’t seem to look Caine in the eyes. She just said the adventure was fine! Why was he reacting like that? Why did he always react like that?
“But you liked it!” Caine said. “Do you know how rare that is around here?” He fell back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. “Zooble insults my adventures. Jax insults my adventures. Ragatha says she likes my adventures, but she also acts like I’m two seconds away from throwing her to the wolves. Like, come on, that was ONE time!”
With every word, Caine crawled closer to her. Until, eventually, they were face-to-face. If Caine could breathe, Gangle would probably feel it brush against the surface of her comedy mask.
“Caine.”
Caine stopped abruptly before sitting back onto his knees. “Yes?”
“I said it was fine,” she said. “That’s it.”
“Oh,” Caine said. For once, he actually seemed to deflate a little.
Gangle immediately felt bad. “I mean,” she added quickly, curling her ribbons around herself. “It wasn’t too bad. It’s just…not what I wanted.”
Caine scratched his chin. “What do you want, then?”
Huh? Caine was asking her?? What she wanted for an adventure??? Was he being serious? Was he trying to make fun of her? Gangle squinted at him, trying to see what angle he was coming from, but could only sense what seemed to be earnestness from that familiar glint in his eyes.
“You want my opinion?” she asked carefully.
“Of course!” Caine said. “You’re my only genuine positive review.”
She glanced at her sketchbook. Still closed. Good. “Maybe something smaller.”
“In what way?”
“I dunno,” she admitted quietly. “Just less intense.” Somehow gaining a sliver of confidence, Gangle continued, “Something quieter. Like a sleepover or…” She hesitated. “Something where everyone’s actually having fun instead of running for their lives.”
Caine hummed thoughtfully.
“And maybe…” Gangle said slowly. “Something kind of silly?”
“Great!” Caine placed his hands on his hips. “I excel at silly!”
“Um, not your kind of silly.”
Caine gaped at her in what she hoped to be mock offense, but knowing him, it very much could have been real.
Gangle ignored him. “I mean, like games, I guess? Stuff people do at parties. Or…” Her ribbons twisted tighter together in her lap. “Play fighting? Teasing each other? That kind of thing.” While she was talking, Caine’s eyes widened with interest. She hurried onward before she could lose her nerve. “Like, when people wrestle over blankets or dare each other to do funny things or…” She paused just a smidge too long. “Tickle fights, I guess.”
The second the words left her mouth, Gangle wanted to disappear into the floor forever. Why did she say that?
Caine stared at her.
Gangle stared at her sketchbook.
The silence suffocated her.
“...Gangle.”
“Yes?” She cringed at the way her voice shook.
“Is this your way of asking me to tickle you?”
“No!” Gangle yelped. Her voice was so shrill that even Caine flinched ever so slightly. “No, no, no! I don’t want that at all! I mean, who would want that?! It’s so weird and, oh my God—” Gangle buried her face behind her ribbons. She knew they were too thin to properly hide anything, but she didn’t care. “Just forget it.”
Instead of laughing at her, Caine scooted closer again, looking oddly delighted. “I can absolutely make your dreams come true, my dear whimsical waffle cone!”
“What?”
Before she could react, Caine grabbed one of her ribbons and began dancing his first two fingertips up and down the soft silk. By instinct, Gangle tried to pull her arm back, but his grip was too strong, and, to be honest, she wasn’t trying all that hard. She screeched and folded in half as the electric sensations tangled inside of her nonexistent chest. A part of her didn’t know that their current avatars were ticklish, and the sudden confirmation left a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Ahahaha! Caine!” Gangle cackled. “Whahat are you doihihing?!”
“Why, I’m just doing what you asked of me!” Caine’s fingers traveled further up her body, fluttering along every inch of sensitive skin they could access. “You sound happier already!”
“Wahahahait, but I didn’t—!” Gangle fell into another pool of laughter, purposefully not allowing herself to finish her sentence. Sure, she didn’t explicitly ask Caine to do this, but she wasn’t entirely disliking it.
Gangle kicked her legs. She wasn’t trying to kick Caine, not that she could, considering where he was sitting, but just as a way to funnel all of the energy that buzzed throughout her.
He began wiggling his fingers behind her mask. She flopped backwards as he traced each horrifically ticklish groove there. “Now, what do we have here? It appears your comedy mask is definitely working tonight!”
Gangle squirmed underneath his touch. “Cahahahahaine!” She whined before falling into laughter. Somehow, she had forgotten every word in her vocabulary except for his name.
“Yes?” Caine practically sang.
He drummed his fingers along the ribbons that wrapped around her center. As though this entire situation wasn’t humiliating enough, it felt like he was playing her like some sort of xylophone! He poked and prodded at every ribbon and even skittered his fingers in between each groove, taking care to brush up against the edges closest to where her underarms would have been.
She shrieked suddenly. The sound came out stilted and sharp. “Ehehehahaha! It tihihihickles!”
“Well, duh! That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Caine started to squeeze her sides, which somehow also tickled, which she didn’t know was possible. She supposed she had experienced weirder throughout her time in the circus, but, in between sharp cackles and squeaky shrieks, she couldn’t exactly remember any of them.
For an artificial intelligence, Gangle was surprised by how good he was at tickling. She had half-expected him to treat the action as mechanical or, worse, just like his other violent adventures, but this time, he was acting…oddly soft.
He barely touched her, choosing to skim the pads of his fingers across her ribbons or mask rather than properly digging into her more sensitive spots. And, when he did, he would pause every so often just to see how Gangle was reacting. Even though she did think about choosing to push him away or telling him to stop…it had been a long, long time since someone had been so affectionate with her. Even if that someone wasn’t actually a person in the traditional sense. It wouldn’t be so bad to let this thing go on for just a bit longer…
“Aww, just look at that smile!” Caine announced. “Folks, we may have a record-breaking performance tonight!”
For one horrifying moment, Gangle thought that Caine might actually be recording this for some twisted adventure. She glanced around her room, but she didn’t see any cameras or anything like that. When her gaze fell back onto Caine, he shot her an exaggerated wink.
Ah, he was just joking. Or, maybe, he was role-playing? Either way, he wasn’t being serious, which let her relax.
“Pfft—” Gangle jolted as Caine managed to worm his hands beneath her arms. The sensation was odd, considering how he wasn’t actually touching anything, but it felt like feathers were fluttering along her skin regardless. “Heheheh…” All she could really do was laugh and wiggle around as he found the next vulnerable spot he wanted to target.
Caine swooped in and kneaded the area near Gangle’s back before she could properly hide behind her ribbons. She squealed and curled inward, almost managing to fold herself into a ball.
“Incredible form! Such a wonderfully charming laugh! The judges are in tears!”
“Ahahaha—!”
Gangle had always hated her laughter. Her giggles were so squeaky and punctuated by tiny yelps and shrill shrieks that always made the people around her flinch or cringe away. She found her voice to be just a tiny bit too high-pitched and whiny, and while she could control it most of the time, she couldn’t exactly hide her reactions while being tickled.
So, hearing Caine unabashedly compliment her like that made her feel…odd. It could have been because he was currently tickling her to tears, but she couldn’t exactly think what to make of it.
Gangle turned her head to the side. She tried to shove her face into the mattress, only for Caine to grab the side of her mask and gently turn her, so she was facing him again.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Caine scolded. “No hiding that wonderful face from the camera!”
“Aaaahahahaaaa!” That was more of a scream rather than a true laugh, but Gangle couldn’t handle it. How come this was the same guy who sent them on painful, deadly adventures that made everyone’s heads spin daily? The same guy who managed to read in between the lines and tickle her oh so gently, all while complimenting her laughter and her smile? Who exactly was Caine?
Just as Gangle was beginning to run out of breath, Caine sat up straight. “And, there it is, folks!” Caine said triumphantly as Gangle dissolved into helpless laughter beneath his fluttering fingers. “That’s the sound I’ve been trying to get all day.”
He stopped tickling her and sat back as Gangle collapsed onto her bed. “Eheheeep…” She kept giggling, partly because the ghostly sensation of his fingers still seemed to weave between her ribbons, and also partly because of how happy she was.
God, she was so cringe.
Caine clapped his hands together. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked. “Did I do a great job?”
Gangle smiled softly. “You did a great job, Caine.”
Caine stared at her for a second before grinning so brightly it almost blinded her. “Excellent!” he announced. “Then, the adventure was a success!”
This is based on one of my headcanons that when Caine gets tickled, he sometimes teleports out of no where accidentally and he gets very flustered when he goes back and asks others to continue :D
(This originally wasn’t gonna be a comic but I decided to make it one anyways. Sighhhh the things I do for you guys.)
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