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.?”
quackity was gripping your shoulder, trying to drag you somewhere, and your hands were wrapped protectively around your books and yourself.
“you stare at my iced tea everyday. you’ve practically been eye-fucking it.”
“what?” you lost your composure a bit with surprise, and he smirked.
“just c’mon,” now he really was pulling you, and he was stronger than you thought, and so you followed. eventually, you shook off his hand. if you were to lose most of your pride right now, might at least regain a shred.
it felt like being dragged around on a metaphorical leash. quackity said hello to everyone on your way out of the office. any person he stopped to chat with, you politely smiled at, and then went back to staring at the ground.
you reached the parking lot, and quackity stopped at a car.
“passenger or backseat?” he asked. you just stared at him, and he shrugged and opened the passenger door. reluctantly, you ducked into the car. it was boiling in here, but he flicked on the radio and ac with ease, and was pulling out before your seatbelt was on. you hated him. the music was loud, like you liked it, but on some ridiculous station. he kept catching your eye, as if trying to get you to sing. you refused, even though you knew the lyrics, and chose to look out the window instead.
it was bad enough that quackity talked to you so much in the office. always scooting his chair closer, leaning over you, hand ruffling your hair, calling you names. it was like he somehow didn’t notice that every little breath he took made you wanna hold yours to watch.
after a slightly uncomfortable car ride, you fumbled out of the car and glanced up to see a boba tea place.
“boba?” you asked, forgoing your faked annoyance for genuine confusion.
“where i come everyday!” quackity called over his shoulder and held the door. you ran to grab it.
he ordered for you, and so you sat at the tall counters, swinging your legs and pretending not to look lonely. it was odd how much of a relief his return was.
you both took a sip, and you smiled to yourself. so fucking good.
“what’d you get?” you asked. quackity seemed pleased that you were initiating conversation.
“passion fruit. i got you peach.”
“lemme try,” you said confidently, hands reaching out. he gave it up immediately, and you tasted.
“i like that one. peach is better though.”
“indirect kiss,” quackity muttered. you caught the comment, and felt your cheeks go hot. he noticed and thankfully didn’t say anything.
once you finished, you piled back into the car, this time more comfortable. the sky was beautiful, your stomach was full, and suddenly a song you loved was playing. you reached to flip the dial louder.
“and it’s gonna be...a lovely day!” your voice carried easily over the ac, and as you continued the song, confidence grew. soon, your eyes were screwed shut with a smile, and you could feel yourself dancing without a care.
unbeknownst to you, quackity just watched in awe.
when you reached home, you were surprised to find yourself actually sad.
“goodnight,” quackity said softly. you looked over at him.
“goodnight.”
he leaned over the console, and you let yourself sigh gently as he kissed your cheek.
with a smile, he pulled back and you flushed even more at his grin.
“There’s a huge herd going in the direction you guys went.”
“Okay, we’re-” Kristin was cut off by a high pitched scream. “Shit. Tommy-”
OR
Months into the apocalypse, SBI + Kristin and the Dream Team find themselves wandering after their settlement was raided. When they stumbled across their first unraided town in weeks, and it had been close to a month without any incident, Phil knew something was destined to go wrong eventually.
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
"C'MERE SAPNAP!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Sapnap gave a yell of terror, only running faster to get ahead of the hoodie wearing mastermind chasing him.
"GEORGE! BAD! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!?" Sapnap practically screamed.
"We're close! Don't die Sapnap! You have all our items!" George yelled back.
"I'M TRYING! WAIT DREAM! NO! IM ON HALF A HEART! HALF A HEART!"
Dream laughed manically, swinging his sword at Sapnap. "C'MERE!" He crowed loudly, eyes gleaming.
"NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Sapnap screamed when his character died, items thrown from his fallen avatar.
Dream cackled taking out his flint and steel and burning it all.
"No! Dream!" Bad yells in outrage almost drowned out by George yelling at Sapnap.
Sapnap tugged his headphones off angrily, gripping his hair. Damn Dream and his 1000 iq. He'd set a trap for the hunters leaving only him alive with the lunatic.
He could hear Dream's laughter through his headphones as well as his fellow hunters arguing with each other.
"Too easy!" Dream clapped his hands as he chuckled. "Too goddamn easy."
Sapnap glared at his floor. Dream was literally downstairs . An idea started to form in his head. He put his headphones back on.
"Guys, I have a plan" he said.
"Ooo you sound confident" Dream's voice had a teasing lilt in it.
"I am, cause I know it's gonna work" Sapnap replied smoothly. "Okay guys, don't worry about armor, just get some weapons and follow Dream. Be ready to attack him when I say so."
"No armour?" George repeated. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Nope, I'm trying to get us a win, just trust me, alright?"
After a confirmation from his hunters Sapnap stood from his chair.
"Sapnap you've sent them on a suicide mission" Dream snickered, "you've just set them up to die, what kind of plan is this?"
"You'll see Dreamie" Sapnap said, "guys, gonna go silent for a bit, just follow the plan."
He slipped off his headphones and crossed his room to the door. His steps were silent as he made his way downstairs to Dream's room. He could hear the older boy laughing and commentating through the door. He gripped the handle and carefully opened the door, grateful it didn't squeak and alert Dream of his presence.
Dream was laser focused on gathering materials, chipping into conversation between George and Bad. Sapnap snuck up behind his chair, a grin spreading across his face.
"-and besides George, Sapnap said to not get armour, stop messing up his plan!" Dream was saying.
Sapnap could just hear George's response through the headphones. "I'm not fighting you without it!"
"Aw come on Georgie, don't you trust him?"
"I do, I just don't trust you."
Sapnap glanced at Dream's screen to see George and Bad following Dream at a distance. Good.
"George, Bad get him now!" Sapnap ordered.
Dream flinched violently at Sapnap's voice, his head snapping round to stare at him. Sapnap dug his hands into Dream's sides before he could react further, making the boy gasp and break into laughter.
"Whahahat the hehehell Sapnahahahap?!" He cried, trying to get the younger's hands off of him.
"Get him boys! Get him!" Sapnap yelled over Dream's laughter.
"Sapnap what are you doing to him?" George asked as he and Bad's avatars ran towards Dream.
"Incapacitating him" Sapnap answered with a chuckle. "Turns out Dream here is very ticklish."
Dream was twisting in his chair, trying to find an escape route from Sapnap's fingers. His headphones slipped off his ears onto his shoulders. "Stohohop it! Sapnap thihihis is cheheheheating!"
"There's no rules about tickling Dream!" Sapnap shot back, moving up to scratch at his upper ribs.
Dream wheezed, squirming with new desperation. "Sahahahap- nohohohoho!" He curled in on himself, trying to protect himself.
"Aw, bad spot?" Sapnap teased.
Dream heard the familiar sound of being struck through his headphones and looked up to see George and Bad attacking his avatar.
"No! No no no! Guhuhuhuys stohohohop! Thihihihis ihihis unfahahahair!" He yelled.
"All is fair in love and manhunts Dream!" Bad laughed.
Dream grabbed his mouse, attacking the hunters making them scream and bolt.
"Sapnap! Tickle him again! Hurry! He's doing so much damage!" George cried.
Sapnap stuck his hands in Dreams exposed underarms, causing him shriek and slam his arms down. "Sahahapnahahap! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!"
"You've trapped my hands Dream" Sapnap replied with a grin. "You want me to stop, you need to let my hands out."
"You'll just go somewhere else!" Dream yelled, squirming, his face getting pinker by the second.
"Try his stomach Sapnap!" George called through the headphones making Dream squeak.
"Fuhuhuck ohohoff Geohohohorge!" Dream growled but the giggles lacing his words didn't make it very threatening.
"Bad place if I remember correctly, eh Dream?" Sapnap smiled devilishly.
"You done this before Sapnap?" Bad laughed.
"Oh yeah, favourite past time by now."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Dream yelled, trying to slide to the floor.
"Get back here Dream!" Sapnap got his hands out from Dream's underarms and scuttled his fingers all over Dream's stomach.
Dream's eyes widened, his whole body convulsing like he'd been electrocuted. "FUHUHUHUCK!"
"Language Dream!"
Sapnap heard Bad's yell through the headphones and chuckled. "Yeah Dream, language, you're upsetting Bad."
Dream shook his head, wheezes lacing his flustered giggles. The hitting sounds returned much to Dream's horror.
"No! Sahahapnahahap stohohohop! Plehehease!" Dream squealed, looking up at his computer to see his hearts decreasing.
He tried to sit up but Sapnap scratched his fingers close to his belly button and he crashed back down in new hysterics.
"Awww, this is really cute Dream, you can't even fight back" Sapnap grinned, laughing a little when he saw Dream's blush deepen.
"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"
"Damn Dream, I had no idea you were this ticklish" George snickered. "Sapnap and I are gonna gang up on you all the time when I move in."
"Oh hell yes" Sapnap grinned, leaning in close to Dream's ear. "Doesn't that sound like fun Dreamlee?"
Dream gave a whine through his laughter, covering his red face in his hands. "Yohohou're thehehehe wohohohorst."
"Bitch please, I'm the best" Sapnap retorted.
"Oi! Language!"
"Sorry Bad."
"How many hearts is he on?!" George asked, furiously attacking Dream.
"Two and a half! Come on guys, take him out!" Sapnap encouraged.
"NOHOHOHO! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS!"
Dream seemed to gain strength through the idea of losing. He reached behind him and tazed Sapnap's side making him yelp and flinch back. Dream grabbed his desk and yanked himself forward, grabbing his mouse and swinging his sword.
His character struck the two hunters, severely cutting their heart numbers down.
George did his signature, high pitched scream of terror, while Bad's voice did the opposite and dropped.
"DIE!" Dream shouted, taking them out with only a few hits.
A bang on a desk was followed by George's yell of "NO! WE WERE SO CLOSE!"
"DANG IT DREAM!" Bad cried, equally upset by the sudden turn of events.
Dream was fast to eat some bread, his hearts rising again much to his relief. He breathed heavily, leaning back in his chair to regain his composure. His face was still warm, his giggles still swirling his his chest, slipping out every so often. He then remembered who else was in the room with him. His chair turned slowly.
"Sapnap."
Sapnap had been backing up to the door. His eyes widened at Dream's low, dark tone.
"Uhhh" he nervously smiled. "D-Dream hey we're friends-"
"Oh yes, yes we are" Dream rose from his chair. "And we're also roommates, ya know what that means Sapnap?"
"Um..."
An evil smile pulled at Dream's lips. "It means you don't have anywhere to hide, we live in the same house."
Sapnap stared.
Dream cracked his knuckles. "Run."
Sapnap screamed, bolting out the door with a manically laughing Dream right behind.
