Summary - While their contestants are busy, Four takes the opportunity to play with his co-host.
Word Count - 760
Note - This fic was written for Day 1 (Anticipation) of Tickletober 2025.
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Four and X were at the Pillary Ruins, watching their contestants compete in the current contest.
The pair sat together in the grass, with X absent-mindedly swinging his legs. His attention was split between watching the contestants and daydreaming.
That is, until he caught a sudden movement in the corner of his eye.
In a brief blur of blue, Four had quite literally slid behind him. X, not thinking much of the action, returned to his daydreaming and semi-observing of the contestants.
He was quickly pulled back to reality again, however, when Four’s hands snaked around to his front, coming to rest on his lower two nubs.
X tilted slightly back in a vain attempt to view the other. “Four?”
“What is it, X?” He heard Four respond.
“What are you doing?”
“Mm nothing.”
“Oh, alright.” X sat back upright, his legs remaining still as he registered the slight warmth from Four’s hands against his body.
Just then, Four’s hands scrunched into X, quickly returning to their original position a few seconds later.
X jolted, startled by the feeling. “Ah! Four!”
“What?” Four replied from behind once more.
“What did you just do?”
“I already told you, I’m not doing anything.”
“Hmm,” X considered the claim, “okay, if you say so.”
X remained suspicious. Despite not actually seeing anything, he was sure that he had felt Four move. He glanced down, subtly keeping his eyes trained on Four’s hands, which were currently motionless.
Not a minute later, however, X watched as Four scrunched into him, twice, in rapid succession.
“Aha-!” A laugh was forced out of X. “Fohour!”
“Hrrngh, what is it this time?”
“I know that was you! I caught your hands moving!”
“Well then,” Four growled, “if you’re so certain…”
Four began relentlessly scrunching his hands into X, who fell backwards into him, laughing.
“Fohohour! Wahait!”
“Is this what you prefer, X?” Four taunted, keeping up the action.
“Nohoho! Stohop ihit!”
Four switched from scrunching to rapidly scribbling against the yellow surface.
“How about this?”
“AHAHA! WOHORSE! HAHA!” X cackled, waving his arms in the air.
“Kitchy-koo~”
“NOHO! NO TEHEASING!”
X squirmed around in Four’s hold, unable to evade his scribbling fingers.
Eventually, starting to feel slightly overwhelmed, X gripped Four’s wrists, prying them off and holding them away from his body. Four made no effort to stop him.
Still lying back against the other, X regained his breath, Four’s hands remaining stationary in his grasp. He soon felt Four’s arms retract and allowed his own to flop to the ground.
After resting in silence for a while, X suddenly gave a small start. He had felt a poke to his side, right in the spot between his two nubs. It was shortly followed by another poke to the opposite side.
“Ehe, Fohour, stop it.” X giggled out as a third poke landed.
“No.” Four hummed, poking X a fourth time.
Before he could respond, a barrage of pokes were suddenly launched against X’s sides.
“Ehehe! Nohoho!” X attempted to move away, but Four yanked him back.
He then lightly pinched X’s sides, keeping hold as X started to squirm. “Boop.”
“Aah! Lehet goho!” X squealed, wriggling around to try and free himself.
“Struggling will only make it worse.” Four commented, giving his sides an additional, small squeeze.
“Nohoho! Relehease me!”
Four grumbled. “Fine, if you insist.”
He then let go of X, allowing the other a moment of respite, before raising his hands and sharply tasing X in the sides.
“EHEEK!” X shrieked, reflexively kicking out his legs. The action caused him to slip and fall back, landing directly in Four’s lap.
Opening his eyes, X was greeted by the sight of an upside-down Four smiling down at him.
“Hello X.”
“Hi Four…” X sighed, a tired smile on his face.
Four’s hands began to descend towards him, fingers wiggling.
X quickly intercepted, clutching Four’s wrists.
“Noho! No more.”
“You sure?” Four grinned, wiggling his fingers once more.
“Yehes.”
“Okay.” Four pulled his hands back, planting his palms on the ground as he watched X sit up.
Righting himself, X felt a hand land on top of him, patting him shortly thereafter.
“Want to get ready for when they finish the contest?”
“Yeah!” X exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “Let’s do it.”
The pair of co-hosts then set to work, planning for the remainder of the episode.
Each of them genuinely cared for the other, which was evident in the small moments they shared together, away from the action. Neither one would trade their chaos-filled relationship for the world.
I have now decided that tickling is ILLEGAL!!!! No joyful and whimsy tickling EVER again!!!! Wait wait why are you guys walking up to me with wiggly fingers. Guys. Guys waIT DONT-
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