Goofy gorillas
Summary: Droid attempts to escape Pezzy and Puffer in a game of dodgeball.
Ao3 link: here
Finished this fic just in time for it to still be droids birthday, happy birthday droid!
Droid panted heavily as he sprinted through the playground as fast as he could, Pezzy right on his tail. Pezzy is persistent, but Droid is stubborn. He ducks around a corner and crouches down in the ball pit, slowing his breathing and staying as still as possible.
“Where did he go?!” He can hear Pezzy shout somewhere to his left outside of his hiding spot. Droids eyes go wide as he hears a voice off to his right too, alongside the rattling of the balls in the ballpit. He knows that voice. He curses internally, figures that Puffer would team up with Pezzy against him.
He needs to come up with a plan to get out of this, and he needs to do it fast. He peeks out of his hiding spot just enough to check where Puffer and Pezzy are and spots Pezzy with his back turned nearby but Puffer nowhere to be found, maybe he got bored and went after one of the easier survivors.
Droid ducks back down and starts to slink off to his right, moving carefully to not make any noise and alert the hunter. As he gets to the closest exit he pauses as he realizes that it's gone quiet and he can't hear Pezzy anymore. Swallowing nervously, he decides to make a run for it out of the ballpit and hope for the best.
“There he is! Puffer!” Droid hears Pezzy shout, and has only a moment to question where Puffer had been before he gets tackled to the ground. He and Puffer wrestle a bit, but he was already tired from all the running around so it's not long before he's pinned down. Pezzy jogs over with a grin on his face. Droid is already smiling despite his attempts to hold it back, covering his face with his hands to hide his smile.
“Nuh uh, you know the rules of the game, no hiding.” Puffer says with a smug smirk, pulling Droids hands away from his face and handing them to Pezzy, who pins them down with his knees. Puffer takes his place on Droid's thighs, drumming his fingers against his stomach with one hand. Droid starts giggling quietly, attempting to pull his hands down even though it's a fruitless venture.
Pezzy starts tracing his inner arms down, stopping just short of his underarms before tracing back up. “Hurry uhuhup!” Droid complains. He averts his eyes from his two teasy friends as they narrow their eyes at him. “Awww poor guy can't handle a little teasing can he? Too ticklish for his own good.” Puffer taunts, grinning at Pezzy who grins back. “Yeah, we haven't even started yet and he's already giggling.” He teases, continuing his motions up and down his arms.
“Stohohop teasihihing!” Droid whines, pouting up at Pezzy, the only one between the two most likely to take mercy on him. Luckily for Droid, he's in a merciful mood. “Alright, alright, we'll have to go after the others anyway so I guess we can't take too long, right Puffer?” Puffer sighs and rolls his eyes, but agrees with what Pezzy said. “Yeah, you're right. Can't keep them waiting too long.”
Pezzy, who had stopped tracing Droids arms while talking to Puffer, starts up the motion again, throwing Droid back into a fit of giggles. Droid is so distracted by this that he forgets about Puffer. Until he starts skittering his fingers over his stomach. “NOHOHOHO!” He laughs, half heartedly trying to wiggle out from under both of his friends.
Unfortunately for him, his wagging tail easily gives away how much fun he's having. Puffer and Pezzy decide to hold onto that knowledge for later. Pezzy joins in soon after, digging his fingers into Droids underarms, making him jolt and laugh harder. He instinctively kicks his legs, unintentionally kneeing Puffer.
Everyone freezes. Puffers eyes narrow at Droid as he watches a nervous smile grow on his face. “Wahahait Puffer, I didn't mehehean toho-” He cuts himself off when Puffer doesn't react to his plea. “No, no, I see how it is.” Puffer says, smirking. Droid is only able to look up at the sympathetic look on Pezzys face fora fleeting moment before Puffer starts clawing at his ribs, making him squeal at the sudden attack.
“PUHUHUFFER PLEHEHEASE!” He cackles and squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to lessen the tickly sensation. It doesn't lessen it, it makes it worse. It's further made worse when Pezzy moves from tickling his underarms to tracing his neck lightly. The difference in Puffers rough attack and Peezys gentle attack is agony.
“YOURE BOHOHOTH EVIHIHIL!” He whines through his laughter as Puffers hands slip under his shirt and start digging into fur to claw at skin, making his laughter increase. He opens his eyes at Puffers disbelieving laugh. “You act like you're not enjoying this.” He says, pausing in his tickle attack to raise an eyebrow at Droid, who's very thankful for his fur for hiding his blush.
“I'm nohohot!” Droid insists, pouting at the looks from Pezzy and Puffer. They don't believe him, which isn't fair. “Uh huh, so there's a totally unrelated reason your tail was wagging?” Pezzy says, smirking at the look on his face. Droid whines, he knows that they know he's having fun, it's worthless to deny it. His tail is a traitor.
“How about this, we'll stop if you admit that you enjoy being tickled, deal?” Puffer asks with an evil smirk as he resumes his tickle attack. “Whahahat? That's not fahahair!” Droid cried through giggles. “Come on Droid, it can't be that bad, can it?” Pezzy asks smugly, fingers moving to scratch lightly at his ears, one of his weak spots."
“Thihihis is soho mehehehan!” He whines as Pezzy scratches at the base of his ears. “Awww poor Droid can't handle a few tickles.” Puffer coos at him. “Stahahap saying thahat!” Droid pleas, much to Puffer and Peezys amusement. “What word? Tickle? Does that make this worse? Tickle tickle tickle.” Pezzy taunts lightly.
“OKAHAHAY FIHINE, YOU WIHIHIN! I LIHIHIKE THE TIHIHICKLES PLEHEHEASE!” Droid cackles, startling Pezzy, who looks over at Puffer to see what made him react like that. Puffer had started clawing at Droids thighs, one of his worst spots. Hearing his shouting, they both let up, moving to let him curl up and rub away the tingly feeling.
“You're bohohoth evihihil.” Droid says through residual giggles. “Bold words to say when you're still in tickling distance.” Puffer teases, wiggling his fingers in Droid's direction and laughing at the squeak he gets in return. “Nohohope! I'm fihinine!” He yelped.
Pezzy laughed with Puffer at his reaction, shaking his head fondly when a still giggly Droid leaned against him. Pezzy wraps an arm around him, pulling him into a side hug. Droid pouts at Puffer, who rolls his eyes but sits on Droids other side. They should he going after the other survivors, but for now they can exist in this moment of calm.
-bonus dialogue-
“You know you never actually told us to stop, right?”
"Shut the fuck up Puffer!"
“Don't push me, asshole!"
“Why did I get pushed?!”
“Shut up Pezzy.”
“Yeah, what Puffer said.”
“I'm actually gonna freak out.”