The Jar of Doom Part 2: Blinded By Sweetness
Hey everyone! I said I would get part two of the Jar of Doom out for Roman’s appreciation week and I did it!! If you have not read Part 1 of the jar of doom and would like to before reading this part you can use this link to read it first and catch up.
I had the idea of making The Jar of Doom almost like a series where I do all the different ships/pairings. If I did this, Part 3 would either be Analogical or Princiality which ever is requested more I guess.
I am extremely happy with how this fic turned out. Roman’s and Virgil’s exchange is just perfect. I hope you all agree too! Please enjoy:
The Jar of Doom Part 2: Blinded By Sweetness
(Ships) Prinxiety, implied Logicality
Warnings: Tickle fic, slight NSFW, Slight Language
Princey could not wipe the smile off of his face as he tucked the jar under his arm and followed Virgil out to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to see the darker traits face, but he new for a fact that he portrayed the same amount of amusement as he did. The two were still able to hear Logan’s screams of laughter even all the way out in the living room, but what puzzled the two aspects the most was the fact that Thomas still hadn’t woken up. One would think Logan was being loud enough to wake up the entirety of Thomas’s neighborhood.
Roman set the jar of cookies on the kitchen counter, still feeling too exhausted to climb up the shelves and return it to its proper place. He drug his feet tiredly to one of the living room couches and plopped down. Looking to his left, Virgil was sitting on an adjacent couch curled up with a blanket looking at his phone, obviously scrolling through tumblr. Princey yawned loudly as his eyes began to droop. Unable to stay awake, he let his body drift into unconsciousness.
His nap was cut short though, when the sound of an opening jar awoke him. Without moving the rest of his body, he opened one eye. Virgil had opened the jar of cookies on the counter to grab one for himself. He was trying to be quiet to not awaken Sleeping Beauty, but sadly he had failed. Princey could feel the growing smirk on his face as he watched the darker trait cover the jar with the lid and walk back to the other couch. When Virgil was about to bite into it, that's when the fanciful trait acted.
With such grace and speed, Princey sprung up, snatched the cookie right out of Virgil’s hand, and took a bite out of it.
“What the-Hey! I was gonna eat that ya know!”
Princey smiled proudly as he chewed and swallowed. “I know. I just decided that your stomach wasn’t worthy of this particular sugary delight.” He took another bite, intentionally aggravating the previous owner.
“Ugh.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fine then. I’ll just get a different one that is “worthy” of my stomach.” He stood up and walked past Roman, who quickly finished his cookie and snuck up behind the darker trait, getting ready to steal another.
Virgil wasn’t stupid. He knew what Prince was up to, so he casually took off the cookie jar lid and set it down on the counter, watching the fanciful trait’s every move from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, Virgil swooped the jar off the counter using one arm and grabbed the largest cookie he could find.
“You want this?!” He ducked under Roman’s attempt at snatching the treat out of his hand. “Then have it!” As forcefully as he could, the darker trait literally ‘pied’ Roman’s face with the cookie, sending the Royal hump-back style to the floor. No literally. When Virgil slapped Princey’s face with the cookie, it lifted his feet off the ground a couple centimeters causing Roman to then unwillingly perform an unfinished back flip. His body flew back in an arch like pattern, landing on his shoulder blades knocking the wind out of the royal trait. The rest of his body followed him in a chain reaction, flopping to the floor like a fish.
“.....ow…..” Roman’s mouth moved slightly under the layer of cookie smothered on it.
Virgil clasped a hand over his mouth as he chortled at the pitiful sight before him. He was laughing so hard that it almost rivaled Logan’s coming from down the hall. “Bwahahahahahahaha!!! Oh my-pfffffahahahahah!!! Where’s the camera when you need it?!” He was only slightly worried when the fanciful trait wasn’t moving. He knelt down to Roman’s level.
“Hey Princey. That was the best stunt you’ve ever pulled. Too bad it....flopped.” He snorted again at his own joke. He couldn’t stop laughing, even when the fanciful trait gathered enough strength to lift his head at him.
Roman’s face was still covered with cookie as he laid his head back down again and pretended to die. “Virgil! What have you done to me!?” He clasped his hands over his heart dramatically. “Now I will never live to see another day!” Virgil rolled his eyes still silently chuckling at his fellow aspect, portraying a small smile that the latter could not see because he was blinded by cookie guts. “Death!!! Sorrow!! Blinded...by a cookie….blargg…” With the final phrase, Princey reached out with a hand in the air and flopped on the ground lazily, imitating a ‘grand' death.
Virgil just stared at him for a few moments. He was still breathing which told him the fanciful trait was only joking. Anxiety had apparently been very silent, because not a minute later, Roman raised his head and seemingly looked around.
“Virge? Are you there?” Roman was about to wipe the cookie off of his face, when he felt his wrists being grabbed and his hands restrained above his head.
“wait-Wha?! Who goes there? Virgil-pppppfffahahahahah no stahahahahap!!!” He was taken by surprise as he felt a finger in each armpit scratching at the sensitive skin there. Unable to move his arms he began to kick his legs out trying to stop the attacker. Lets just say he was missing by a long shot.
“Ohohopponent!! Ceeheeheehaese Thine AttAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!” He felt more fingers enter the fray all of which were tickling more rapidly.
“I thought you were dead Princey. Dead royalty doesn’t laugh. You must be a ghost of some sort then. I mean you are faceless.”
“THERE IHIHIHIHIHSSS COOOHOHOHOHKIE ON MY FAHAHAHAHAHCE!!!”
“Oh. Is that what that is? I couldn’t tell. Why don’t you wipe it off?” Virgil’s grin was growing by the minute. His fingers trailed out of his armpits and began to pluck his ribs rather harshly.
“You’re hooohohohohohlding my hahahahands you NincomPOHOHOHOHOHOOOP!!!!”
Virgil tsked. “Nincompoop? That’s hardly a harmful nickname. Nevertheless it kind of hurt. I thought you said you’d be nicer than that Princey.” He put on a playful frown that Roman still wasn’t able to see. Anxiety had moved his fingers to Princey’s stomach, but clicked his tongue in disappointment as it didn’t display much of a reaction.
“Hehehehehe! That niceness has to go both ways, you know.” Virgil could feel Princey beginning to regain his strength. In response, the darker trait managed to flip Princey over by jerking his right arm over his left so that his cookied face was now buried in the floor.
“Ooof!! Oi! What in the name of thor are you DOing!?” Virgil had just performed a stunt of his own. With all the strength he could muster, he sprung from all fours in a crouched position and managed to land on the backs of Roman’s thighs. Seeing as his hands were no longer restrained, Roman tried to push himself up only to find that he was unable to under the weight of his fellow aspect.
“No more midnight snacks for you either! You’re so heavy!”
“We’re the same weight dammit!” Virgil slapped Roman’s thigh as hard as he could as punishment. In response, Princey actually squealed.
“Ayeee! Hey! Watch it!” The royal trait threw his leg back attempting to kick Virgil in the face, but it instead allowed the latter to catch his next object of interest. Anxiety trapped Roman’s legs with his arms and began to work his boots off with one hand.
The fanciful trait’s eyes widened as he felt his footwear being stripped from his feet. “Virgil! No! Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll let you get a cookie just don’t...tickle...them…” Roman’s voice trailed off as he realized reasoning with his attacker was only breath wasted. He knew Virgil well enough to understand how head strong he was when it came to justice.
The anxious trait only silently smirked before he began to run his fingers lightly over his victim’s soles. Roman was automatically in hysterics rivalling that of the logical trait--who was still laughing down the hall--as he thrashed about and pounded on the ground, begging for Anxiety to stop. He was finally able to wipe the cookie off of his face only to find crumbs flying into his mouth as he began to cough and laugh at the same time.
“ANNNXIET*cough*YYYYHIHIHIHIHIHI!!” Virgil’s finger’s trailed down to his heels, using the same techniques on his soles.
“Yeah?” Virgil tried to sound as casual as possible, like this whole situation they were in wasn’t out of the normal.
“STAHAHAHAHAH*cough*AHAHAHAHAP!!!” Virgil smiled at the power he had over the fanciful trait.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself though. I mean tickling is one of the best punishments there is. It can even be more effective than waterboarding. I guess it just depends on their...Anxiety.” Virgil’s fingers switched from Princey’s heels to his toes like lightning, scraping the flesh underneath and in between his digits.
“Ihihih SWEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHRRRR!!!”
Virgil chuckled. “I don’t think you should swear. If dad comes in and hears you, you’ll be in even more of a pickle than now.” Roman was laughing too hard to respond. Anxiety wasn’t able to see, but he was pretty sure Roman was crying tears of joy by now. After a minute more, the darker trait stopped his assault and stood up off of the creative trait. Seeing as how Princey wouldn’t be able to a move for a few moments, he took this opportunity to re-cover the jar with the lid and climb to return it to its shelf.
As he set the jar up there, he heard Princey beginning to arise from his place on the floor. Not wanting to be the brunt of retaliation at all, he just sat on the surface that wasn’t meant to be sat on with the jar, high out of reach of any of the other sides. Just as expected, he heard Prince’s footsteps come thudding up to the pantry where the jar was kept.
Roman was so exhausted he was running clumsily. So much for the elegance he ‘claimed’ to have. He looked up to the figure sitting on the highest shelf and called out to him. “Rapunzel rapunzel! Let down your hair!” Even from this high up, Virgil could see the glimmer of revenge in his eyes.
“Not by the hair of my chiny-chin chin.”
“You don’t even have a beard!”
“Exactly. The answer is no.”
“Oh C’mon! You have to come down at some point! What if you get hungry?”
Virgil laughed. “I’m in the pantry Roman. That’s not going to be a problem.”
“Ummm-Ah! What if you need to use the restroom?”
“I can go literally all day without using the bathroom.”
Princey groaned. The fanciful trait was running out of ideas, but then an idea struck him. “What about your battery life?” He grinned evilly at the darker trait.
For a second, Virgil’s eyes widened as he checked his phone life, only to find it was at 73%. He shrugged down to Princey. “I gotta while.”
“Hey there kiddos! What’s up?” Morality appeared next to Prince. The two had been so busy talking to each other, they hadn’t notice Logan’s laughter had gone extinct from the mind palace.
“Ah Patton.” Roman was still red and brown in the face, because of his former laughter and the remains of the chocolate chips still on his face. Patton did all he could to not giggle at how funny Roman’s face looked. “Are you done torturing poor Logan?”
“Nope! He fainted.” As Patton continued smiling, the look of surprise the other two aspects portrayed almost turned into worry for the logical trait.
“Oooohhh kaaay. Well, I stole cookies from Virgil, then he slapped me in the face with one. This lead to me being blind for a period of time, and then he used the blindness to my disadvantage by tickle torturing me. Now he ran up the same shelf Logan found you on this morning, before I could catch him and get my revenge. So I’m going to stand here until he comes down.”
“Is that so, huh?” Patton disappeared behind the pantry door and pulled a secret door to reveal a lever. As he jerked it clockwise, Virgil felt something under him begin to shift. It was too late to act however because the shelf rotated 60 degrees downward without warning, sliding the darker trait off of the shelf and straight into the arms of Roman, sending Virgil to his doom.
Princey caught the aspect with ease. “Why hello there.” He smiled maliciously.
Virgil’s state of mind at that moment was then summed up by two words.
