May I please request a lee! Infinite or a lee! Mephiles? You can choose the ler.
đˇ Anon
(ok :3)
đ⨠Team Menace Tickle Fic: "Youâre Laughing, Mephiles." â¨đ (Infinite = Ler, Mephiles = Lee, Metal Sonic = Unhelpful spectator/possible instigator)
âRemind me,â Infinite drawled as he floated lazily above the couch, arms crossed, mask gleaming, âhow someone as allegedly âall-powerfulâ as you managed to trip over a couch cushion?â
Mephiles, currently sprawled face-down on the floor with his pride in shambles, hissed, âI was distracted.â
âBy what? Gravity?â
âI WAS THINKING, INFINITE.â
âThat doesnât make it better.â
From the corner, Metal Sonic let out a digitized snort that could only be described as robotic laughter. Mephiles glared at him.
âDonât you start.â
âOh, Iâm starting,â Infinite grinned under his mask, floating down to crouch beside Mephiles. âYouâve been acting too smug all week. Maybe this little trip is the universeâs way of humbling you.â
âI am literally a formless shadow wraith born from the void. I donât do humble.â
Infinite wiggled his fingers.
âWanna bet?â
Mephiles blinked. âWaitâNo. Infinite, donât you DAREââ
Too late.
Infinite pounced.
âACKâWH-WHAHAT IN CHAOSâ!!â
Fingers phased right through Mephilesâ smoky formâonly to re-materialize at just the right angle to SCRIBBLE into his sides. Mephiles howled.
âNYAHAHAâ!! I-IHINFIHINITE YOU PEHEHESTâ!!â
âOh my, so shadow goo CAN laugh~â Infinite cooed, fully lounging across Mephilesâ back like the world's smuggest cat while keeping the tickles going right at his ribs.
âIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANâTâ!!â
âSure you can. Look at you go.â
Metal Sonic beeped once.
Recording begun: âMephiles_LosingHisMind.wavâ
âMETAL TUHUHURN THAT OHOHOFFâ!!â
âNuh-uh,â Infinite sang, now fluttering his fingers right under Mephilesâ neck, where the shadow was most solid. âThis is blackmail gold, my friend~â
Mephiles was SHRIEKING by now. Edgy, terrifying, chaos-consuming Mephiles was literally rolling on the floor in TEARS.
âIâM GONNA DESTROHOHOY YOU AHAHAHALLâ!!â
âYou said that last time,â Infinite chuckled. âWhen Metal poked your ghost ribs and you shrieked like a banshee.â
âS-STOP BRINGING THAT UHUHUHUHPâ!!â
Eventually, the mighty shadow demon of darkness flopped limply on the floor, breathless and twitching, smoky mist fizzling slightly from sensory overload.
Infinite finally stopped and just sat on him like a throne.
Mephiles wheezed. â...I hate you.â
âYou love me.â
âDie.â
Metal Sonic saved the file and labeled it âMeepieGetsWrecked_03.â














