hehehe, the return of day 2's truth or dare >:D I was really excited for this one, I wrote it right after finishing day 2's so we're thriving. There isn't even any actual tickling in this one, it's all just anticipation and Ranboo hiding. I might finish this entire concept later and put them together to make a longer fic, but yeah!
Ranboo snuck away while Tommy was still going after Tubbo. He could already feel tingles in his stomach spreading out and he wasn’t even the one being tickled. Yet, he reminded himself. They were both going to come after him soon.
He shut the door behind him with a silent click, Tubbo still giggling like a madman covering the sound.
He didn’t know why he was running away from it, it was going to happen no matter what, but he couldn’t bear to be in the room any longer. His face already felt warm the moment he was forced to tell Tommy, but he hadn’t thought it would turn back around on him. And Tubbo was already threatening to get him back, then Tommy-
Tommy was going to give him hell. He had done something to get on both of their bad sides. He had spilled the secret on Tubbo but hadn’t given all the information to Tommy. There was simply no way to win.
And so Ranboo snuck away.
He knew he had to hide. It would only prolong the inevitable but he couldn’t just sit there waiting for it to happen either. Where the heck was he meant to hide though? Tommy and Tubbo were in the bedroom and living area, so all he really had was the kitchen, bathroom, and outside if he wanted. He peeked out the door. Rain, well not outside then. His options really were limited.
He stalled for a moment, the faint sounds of Tubbo reminding him of his own fate and urging him forward.
He peeked into the bathroom. There was nowhere to hide in there at all. The shower wouldn’t be good, though he could lock himself in. He dismissed the thought after a few seconds, that would just make Tommy and Tubbo more hyped and trap him in one place.
It wasn’t like he could fit himself into one of the kitchen cabinets either, even if he wasn’t as tall as he was he wouldn’t object himself to that.
His eyes trailed around the room. It was too late to try to sneak back into the main house, Tubbo’s family would all be asleep and he didn’t want to wake them up. He doubted the door was even unlocked and their keys were in the bedroom. Instead, his eyes landed on a hall closet. It wasn’t good, but it was the best he was going to get.
Ranboo glanced back at the door before taking his first few steps towards his hiding spot. He opened the door, there was enough space for him to fit alright, only a handful of spare blankets and random equipment in boxes were on the top shelves. He would have to hunch over a little so he didn’t hit his head, or- he thought- he could just sit on the floor.
“Ranboo? Oh, that bitch! Come on Tubbo, get up, up, up! He’s escaped. Oh ho ho, he’s so in for it now. Oh Ran-boo, we’re coming for you!”
Ranboo startled and scrambled to get in the closet, hitting his head in the rush.
Just as he closed the door behind him he heard the bedroom door open. “Ran- wait, where did he go?” Tommy said, Ranboo could picture the look on his face. He probably was just assuming that Ranboo was in the kitchen. “Tubbo, come on get up, it wasn’t that bad. We have to find Ranboo. Oh Mr. Boober, you can’t hide from us.”
Ranboo sunk down to the floor, covering his mouth with a hand to make sure no noise escaped. The butterflies in his stomach were sent fluttering around once more. Oh god.
“I’m coming, jeez, give me a second. Is he not in the kitchen then? Check the bathroom, make sure he didn’t lock the door or something. If he did we have a key.”
Footsteps stomped across the room right past where Ranboo was hidden. His heart was pounding in his chest in anticipation, he was sure it was going to burst.
“No, he’s not in here. What the fuck?” Tommy whined, Tubbo slowly trailing behind him.
“Mhm,” Tubbo hummed. “I think I know what’s going on. Hey, do you want to know something I thought was really funny about Ranboo? I’ve tickled him before, and it’s always super fun to fake him out about it, like, y’know, pretend to do it or wiggle your fingers above a bad spot. It always makes him super giggly and wiggly. He’s told me himself that that part is almost worse than the actual tickling!”
Ranboo shook his head, though it wasn’t like either of them could see him. Oh god. Oh god, oh goodness, oh no. No, no, no. He could already see where this was going, and he didn’t think he could handle it. He had to sit through Tommy tickling Tubbo knowing he was going to be next, that was already too much, he couldn’t take it if they deliberately started to tease him now.
“Oh really? So Ranboo might be affected if I said,” Tommy paused for a moment, thinking over all his options. Ranboo curled into a ball at the bottom of the closet and closed his eyes, pretending that would be any help. “That I was going to find all his worst spots, starting from up by his neck, and moving down to try each and every rib? You think that might work?”
Oh, Ranboo was so incredibly screwed.
“No, no, no. You have to do it more like this. You can hear us, right Ranboo? So pay attention. When we find you we’re going to tickle you- you have to use the word tickle because it makes him go all blushy- and the first thing I’ll show Tommy is how you cackle when someone goes for your ribs, I’ll go in between each and every one. Those are one of your more ticklish spots, but not your worst, I’ll save that one for last. I bet he can probably already feel ghost tickles too, hm? Does it tickle already Ranboo?”
Yes, Ranboo wanted to scream. Yes, it does, very much so thank you for asking. He was barely managing to keep it together as it was, he didn’t need to be personally attacked like that. It was completely unnecessarily mean, to be honest.
“Oh, he’s being quiet.” Tubbo continued, “That means he must be trying really hard. He’d normally a mess at just the implication he’s going to get tickled. That’s why you left the room, right? You couldn’t watch me being tickled knowing you were going to be next.”
Ranboo hated how accurate Tubbo was. He could feel his laughter building up in his chest no matter how much he tried to swallow it down. The butterflies danced around restlessly and without respite in his stomach, he could practically feel Tubbo and Tommy’s hands-on him too.
“Well, if he’s trying to be quiet and we can’t find him then I think we need to make him start giggling so we can. What do you say Tubs?”
“A great idea Toms.”
And so the game started, one that Ranboo knew he was going to lose and going to lose fast. Both Tommy and Tubbo had different teasing styles but put together it kept Ranboo constantly on edge. Tommy would make threats while Tubbo described how it would feel like, and Ranboo quickly felt his willpower deteriorating.
It wasn’t that big of a surprise then when, with them already having migrated to right outside the closet door, Ranboo’s giggles finally overtook him and spilled out.
The door opened and Ranboo was face to face with both of his attackers who had yet to touch him, but he was a mess. It was impossible to stop the stream of giggles at this point, he couldn’t even look at them when they crouched down to get on his level.
“And there he is. Oh look at him, he’s bright red already! You were right Tubbo, awe, that’s so cute. Are you ready to be tickled Ranboo?”
Ranboo didn’t bother to answer, hiding his face in his knees and waiting for his friends to put him out of his misery. His entire body already felt hypersensitive, his skin buzzing. Something physically being there would make it more bearable at this rate.
“Of course he is, he loves it. Didn’t I tell you that? It’s adorable, isn’t it.?”
