The Real Reasoning Behind All of This
Pocket is getting sick and tired of the pressure that comes with writing fanfics. So, she starts to imagine the characters she's written about, and imagines what advice they would give her and what comforting strategies they would use. And as she predicted, lots of tickles!
Pocket was growling and throwing her phone around the room. So many expectations. So many ideas given to her. She has no excuse to not write now. But she just didn’t. Want to.
She hated when she felt like this. It felt like she was letting everyone down by not pushing herself to fucking write. She knew Shannon was fine with the no writing, but were others okay with it?! Probably not.
She walked up to the fridge and was about to reach for a smirnoff.
[Alcohol doesn’t solve problems]
[Alcohol will make your life miserable]
[It’s a fake high, Pocket.]
[SUGAR]
Pocket angrily closed the fridge and grabbed some chocolate covered almonds instead. She didn’t wanna do the work...It was so much work...She hated waiting for the moments she got into hyper focus. That was the only way she would get her fanfics done at a reasonable time. She relied on those hyper focus episodes. Perhaps if she skipped out on her ADHD med, she would have more energy to do the work. But nope...The adhd med is supposed to help her focus. But the ADHD med drained all her energy. Every time she missed her pill, she would wind up with extra energy. She would be filled with adrenaline. It felt like a sugar high...Or a buzz.
Pocket had recently figured out that a buzz from alcohol was very similar to ADHD adrenaline rushes. It was a fun little fact that she found to be very interesting and yet...disappointing. Finding out the truth meant she didn’t need alcohol to experience happiness. But skipping the ADHD meds couldn’t be the answer to all her problems. There were benefits to her pill. There were days that she didn’t want to be a ball of energy. There were days that she wanted to lounge. And that pill allowed her to do that without issue.
So is being drunk like having ADHD? Maybe for her. But is ADHD like being drunk all the time without the hangover?
Who. Knows.
Pocket looked down at her dog and smiled. She was laying against her leg with her back upwards towards the ceiling. She looked like a loaf of burnt toast...with a bandana tied around her neck. She was a sleepy girl...A fun girl...A cute widdle bean. And definitely a somft girl.
Pocket began to stare off into space as she stared at the white screen on her laptop. Nothing to write...nothing.
Why was she like this? Why is she here? Why can’t she write right now?
Snoring doggo. She snores a lot.
“Hey Kiddo…” Someone said beside her.
She turned to the left, and smiled. “Hi Patton.”
“Why so down?” He asked.
“I can’t write worth my life.” She complained.
“Well, no matter what you think about your writing, I always support you and will help you when things go wrong.” Patton told her. “So tell me: What’s going wrong?” He asked.
Pocket looked down. “I have no motivation left…”
Patton nodded. “Well, you did go through a phase of writing nonstop for tickletober…” Patton reminded her.
Pocket nodded. “Yup...I just want a little more motivation left over and interest. That’s all I ask.” Pocket told him.
Patton nodded. “And motivation, you’ll get again eventually. Now is just not the time.” Patton reminded him.
“Maybe it’s time I changed what I did again…” Pocket thought.
“Changing your way of doing things, is only going to upset the 400 or so followers that you have.” Someone else said.
Pocket looked over to her right. It was William Afton.
“I know…” Pocket muttered.
“Maybe the problem is, you’re too much of a ler to play the lee.” William offered.
“Well...I’m certainly too ler to be a switch…” Pocket mentioned.
“Also, when are you gonna change your status to ‘ler’ instead of ‘switch’?” William asked.
“When are you gonna stop being manipulative?” Pocket asked the murderer in the room.
“T...Touche.” William replied as he faded away.
Soon, another person appeared. ‘Take some time for yourself. It’s what Shannon wants.’ THe person signed.
Pocket looked over and smiled brightly. It was Jamie!
“Hi Jamie!” She greeted him.
‘Hello!’ Jamie replied.
“Getting to be the time to watch your halloween video again.” Pocket mentioned.
‘Happy halloween!’ Jamie signed happily.
Pocket repeated the signs for ‘happy halloween’. She had taken a sign language course before, and learned Sign Language in her own spare time.
“I know exactly what Pocket needs! But only if you want it.” Patton offered.
Pocket smiled brightly. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Yes.” Pocket smiled.
‘Wow! You quick!’ Jamie signed.
“I’ll say!” Patton reacted.
William appeared again .“Let’s get to it then. I’m not patient when it comes to tickling.” William said.
“Alright!” Patton ran to her hips and started digging. “Just tell me-”
“BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket yelled, laughing hysterically already.
“WOW! I must’ve hit the jackpot!” Patton reacted.
“I’ll say...She’s already a mess of laughter.” William reacted.
“MYHYHYHY HIHIHIPS AHAHARE THE WOHOHORST!” She laughed.
“You kidding me? You’ve got fuckin’ Shakira hips goin’ here.” William reacted.
Jamie hummed silently as he thought long and hard on where else to tickle…
Then he remembered that bellies exist!
Jamie smiled and started skittering his quick fingers on her belly.
“EEEEHehehehehehe! NOHOHohohoho!” She was pushing the arms away and kicking wildly.
“Awww, de poor widdle baby can’t handle de tickles!” Patton teased.
William looked up at Patton. “Is that seriously how you talk to people?” William asked.
“No!” Patton responded, rather offended. Then his face switched to a smirk. “Only when I’m teasing.”
William looked...rather terrified of the face change.
“GUHUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Pocket begged.
“Oh yeah…” William muttered.
Patton placed a hand on William’s shoulder. “William, William, William…” He said to him politely. “She loves this.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow. ‘Pocket kicking and pleading.’ Jamie mentioned.
Patton smiled and stopped tickling Pocket. William looked down and stopped tickling as well.
Pocket’s laughter turned to giggles and started lessening to huffs.
But then…
“Why…...why did you stop?” She asked.
William blinked and widened his eyes. “Because breathing is important.”
Patton giggled. “Told ya! I know a lee when I see one~” Patton teased.
William blushed at that and looked away.
Jamie looked at William’s blush out of the corner of his eye, and smirked. He rubbed his hands together and tickled William’s sides.
“WHOAHAHAHAHA! WHOHOHOHO-” William scooted himself away from the random tickle monster that was tickling him, and turned to see Jamie in the same spot he was in. “Oh...It was you.”
Jamie wiggled his fingers with a smirk from both the lips and the mustache.
“Uh oh…” William got himself up onto his feet and started running. Jamie wasn’t far behind him as he chased Will around the room.
Pocket watched this whole thing and giggled. It was so funny seeing the most innocent man chasing the murderer for tickles around her room.
“Now: Let’s get this lee mood dealt with.” Patton decided.
Patton started tickling Pocket again and specifically focused on the sides and belly this time. Pocket laughed and giggled as she kicked her feet and flailed her arms around all over again.
“OHohohohoho nohohohoho! Pahahahahahat!” Pocket laughed.
“Yessss?” Patton replied.
“Ihihihit tihihihicklehehes!” Pocket laughed.
OHOHO SHIHIHIT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Someone else shouted.
Patton stopped tickling and turned around. As it would turn out, Jamie had already caught William and was now tickling the man.
“IHIHIHI- WHAHAHAHAT’S YOHOHOUR NAHAHAHAME AHAHAHAGAHAHAIN?! JAHAHAHACK??” William asked.
Jamie widened his eyes, stopped tickling him and completely lost himself in laughter. This man couldn’t even bother to remember his name right?! Wow! It’s a wonder he kept a business afloat for as long as he did!
Pocket smiled and enjoyed watching Jamie laugh his head off. It was nice to be able to imagine these characters.
“Alright. One more tickle attack, then I’m all done!” Patton decided.
Pocket nodded and opened her arms to him. Patton happily took it and tried tickling her ribs next. He started at the bottom ribs.
“EEEHEHEHE!” Pocket laughed before collapsing to the floor. It would seem that Pocket was SUPER ticklish on her lower ribs!
Patton tried moving upwards.
“PAHAHAhahahahat! Hahahahahehehe!” She laughed.
“Ooooh! Not so ticklish on your middle ribs, huh?” Patton said out loud.
“Nohohoho...Just thehehe bohohottom rihihibs.” Pocket replied.
“Good to know!” Patton started digging into her bottom ribs and focusing on the spot between the ribs too.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket laughed.
Patton slowed his fingers down and stopped pushing as hard. “Your laughter...is so much different when you’re tickled! Are you faking your laugh often?” Patton asked.
“Nohoho...Ihihi juhuhust hahahave dihihifferent tihihickle lahahaughter.” Pocket told him.
“Well, good to know! I’m happy to know you’re not forcing yourself to laugh.” Patton replied.
Patton took a moment or two to look at the progress between William and Jamie. As one would probably expect, William was now getting his revenge on Jamie! And while the tickling wasn’t producing much of a laughter sound, Jamie was certainly making wheezes and visual reactions.
‘Stop stop stop stop stop!’ Jamie kept signing.
“Why would I stop? You’re clearly loving this!” William reacted.
Patton laughed at that. “Yohou’re not wrong about that.” Patton confirmed for him.
“See?” William smiled and continued to tickle Jamie for a little longer before stopping to let him breathe.
“Not so bad for a lee, huh Jamie?” William teased.
Jamie flipped him off as a response.
Aaaand that earned Jamie even more tickles.
Pocket was helped up by Patton and was given a big bear hug. “Thank you Patton.” She told him.
“No problem, Kiddo!” Patton replied.
“And thank you William and Jamie!” Pocket said next.
‘You’re welcome! Love you!’ Jamie signed.
“Glad to help kid. And for the love of god, take a break.” William ordered. “You deserve it.”
Pocket watched as the characters faded out of existence. Pocket smiled to herself, feeling a lot better. She wasn’t really motivated from the experience, but she did feel a little more inspired again. She felt like she had a better grasp of why she did these fanfics in the first place: To just have fun. And sometimes, the fun will feel like a chore...but that’s okay. It’ll get better.
Now to get these new, fresh ideas into motion before she forgets!
But quickly, a little sentence popped into her head:
[“For the love of god, take a break.”]
Yeah...Maybe he’s right. She didn’t really feel motivated to get anything more going yet. She just felt...super inspired with no energy to make it.
The brain was too tired to do what the heart wanted.
So, Pocket grabbed her laptop, turned on some Lo-fi music and decided to take a nap.
[“You deserve it.”]
This might be my last fanfic before Tickletober rolls around. So, I hope you enjoyed it!