ok underrated ship I love getting a tickle fic >:3
if you wanna add atmosphere, have this ig:
🌈🔪 “Game Over? Not Quite~” 🔪🌈 Fic | Forsaken | Kevin x Nyan | Tickle Fluff + LMS scenario | Soft Chaotic Gay Energy™
The round timer ticked down.
1:07. 1:06. 1:05.
All the other Survivors had long since fallen. It was just Nyan now.
Heart pounding in his chest like synth bass, Nyan bolted past another shattered window of the neon-blasted dreamscape. Rainbow visor cracked slightly. Cherry pop-tart pizza barely clinging to its frosting. He was breathing hard, fast, ragged.
“Where are you~?” came the sing-song voice. Kevin’s voice. Too close.
Scrap.
The second Nyan rounded the corner, a blur of messy green and terrifyingly bouncy energy launched from the shadows.
“TAG!! You're it~!! 💚” Kevin pounced with a grin that stretched too wide to be safe, his machete glinting under the flickering EXIT sign.
SLAM. Nyan hit the floor hard, wheezing, the force knocking his visor sideways.
Kevin stood over him, panting from the chase, fur wild and wind-tangled. The machete lifted, poised. His smile faltered for just a second.
“…Huh.”
His ears twitched.
Kevin stared down at Nyan, sword arm frozen in the air.
“…I’m kinda bored.”
Nyan blinked. “Whuh—”
“Of this,” Kevin said, vaguely gesturing between them. “Stab. Scream. Zoom-zoom, run-run. I dunno. Been there, done that, got the fur matting.” His tail swayed lazily behind him. “I wanna try something different~”
Nyan's brain lagged. “...Different how?”
Kevin stared. Pensive stare. The kind you give to a really big pizza slice when you're not sure if it's actually pineapple or just weird lighting.
Then?
💡DING! Lightbulb moment. Literal sparkle in his eye.
“Oh. OH. HEEHEEHEE—YESSSS~ 💚”
And before Nyan could react—
Kevin DROPPED the machete with a clang and dove down into a full-bodied, chaotic, scrunkly hug tackle, arms wrapping around the rainbow-cookie-survivor like a teddy bear with a mission.
“WAIT KEVIN WHAT—!!”
“Shhhh shh shh—this is the fun kind of chase now,” Kevin giggled, his claws curling playfully around Nyan’s sides.
And then it hit him. The tingles. The tickles. The chaos.
“KEHEHEVIN!!” Nyan squealed, voice cracking as Kevin nosed into his neck like a purring wrecking ball, claws fluttering under his arms and digging in just enough to get him kicking the air. “NOHOHOHO!! TH-THAT’S NOT—THIS IS ILLEGAL!!”
“Mmmm-nuh uh~” Kevin chirped, grinning against his shoulder, tail flicking. “No rules about this in Specter’s rulebook, pretty boy~ You’re lucky I like you so much~ 💕”
Nyan flushed so hard it practically backlit his visor. “STAHAP I’M—!! I’M NOT CUTE—!!”
“Oh you so are,” Kevin said with a dreamy sigh, fluttering his claws around Nyan’s tummy now. “All pink and soft and rainbowy and squeaky. Like a living giggle toy.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Mine now~ 💚”
“Y-You’re a psychopath!!” Nyan barked, squirming and failing miserably. “YOU WERE LITERALLY GONNA KILL ME FIVE SECONDS AGO—!!”
Kevin just beamed. “Yeah but now I wanna keep you. Big difference~”
Meanwhile… In the Cabin.
Chance and Guest 1337 stared at the glowing match timer.
0:07. 0:06. 0:05.
“...You think Kevin killed him already?” Guest 1337 asked.
A faint sound echoed from the match realm. Something like…
“HEEHEEKEVINSTOHOHOP—!!”
“…What the fudge was that?” Chance blinked.
“…Either murder’s gotten very confusing, or Kevin’s flirting again,” Shedletsky muttered.
