A/N: Based on my Orange Side theory that he’s Rage, as well as Logan’s brother. The title is based on art class, where my teacher said that blue and orange are the sunset colours.
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Logan laid in bed, feeling dull and dreary. Perhaps it was the weather or his loneliness seeping in. Whenever he’d lifted his pen, he found he couldn’t get anything down. His script was less than a quarter way finished.
A knock resounded in his room, and in came a man wearing an orange suit with black question marks all over it. The man wore glasses similar to Logan’s, except the left eye lens was covered with blue tinted glass. His shoes were fancy and black with white toes and heels. It was Rage.
Coming over to his desk, Rage wasn't pleased with the amount he’d gotten done. But he didn't want to tear up the pages Logan had already finished. That would only lead to regret.
Instead he sat down on Logan's bed and carefully wrapped his arms around him.
Logan slowly breathed in and out.
"Are you alright, Lo?" He said softly. His voice was surfer dude like in nature. It was very disarming, not someone you'd expect to carry a temper.
The man exhaled softly. His feelings were mixed and confusing.
"I don't know, Cyrus..."
"Do I have permission to cheer you up...?"
Logan blinked, looking up at him. "Alright."
To his surprise, Cyrus started tickling him all over his torso, starting with the sides.
Rage skittered his fingers up his stomach and ribs while giving raspberries to the back of his neck.
"EHEHEHEHHEHHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!"
"Tickle tickle! Are you cheered up yet?" He giggled playfully.
Logan shook his head, still laughing.
"Aw, man. Then we'll have to keep going, little dude..."
Cyrus squeezed his sides, making Logan's laughter increase. Then he blew air behind Logan's ears.
"EEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEE!"
Smiling, he continued, squeezing his hips and skittering over his tummy. A single finger booped his navel through his shirt.
Poor Logan fell into hysterics!
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" He begged.
"You gonna tell me what's up?"
"EHEHEHHEHEHEHHEEEHEHEH! YES!!"
Letting up, Rage let Logan catch his breath. He rested on the couch as Logan breathed heavily. He listened for his explanation whenever Logan was ready.
"The others..." he mumbled.
Cyrus felt his power course through him, orange sparks snapping from his ears.
No, Cyrus warned himself. Ask him about it and wait for his explanation,
"Did they hurt you?" He looked at his brother seriously.
"Not physically... And not intentionally..." He looked away and sighed. "I think they're just too emotional to acknowledge me in debates anymore... I cannot get a word in edgewise and I often feel like they don't need me. But they are my friends, right? And this is a cognitive distortion?"
That's it. Cyrus thought, his rage sparking. Nobody hurts my little brother like that!
He hugged Logan and comforted him, patting his back and stroking his hair. Waiting until Logan was asleep, he put him to bed and went downstairs to see the light sides.
Disguising himself as Logan, he got ready to give them a piece of his mind. And hey, if Logan stood up for himself, maybe the others wouldn’t be so quick to ignore him.
"Oh, there you are, Lo!" Patton said. "We were worried about you."
Roman looked clearly upset with himself. "About the debate, I apologize if I hurt your feelings..."
"Huh?" Cyrus said, feeling his anger subside. "Oh, right..."
Patton hugged him, and Cyrus stiffened, not having known Patton as well as Logan did. Seeing his reaction, Patton pulled away.
"Not in a huggy mood, huh? It's alright."
Cyrus half-smiled. Maybe he was wrong about Logan's friends.
Virgil popped up too. "I swear, if I ever behave like that again, slap me."
"I'm not going to slap you..." Cyrus muttered.
The others smiled at him.
"So, you doing okay?"
Cyrus nodded.
"Great!" Patton said. "I got us all some strawberry ice cream for tonight. Wanna pick the movie, Lo?"
"Wait just a second," Cyrus said, before sinking out. He sank in to Logan's room and patted his shoulder. Smiling softly, he muttered. "You were right. They need you, Logan. And they want you to pick a movie."
From his bed, Logan mumbled. He sat up and gave Cyrus a brief hug. "Thanks."
He walked across his room and reached the doorway, then turned to him. "Would you like to come too?"
Cyrus shook his head. "The dark sides are having our own movie night."
Understanding, Logan waved to him and sank out to the living room. "Greetings, everyone."
"Logan!" They cheered.
"I have chosen a movie. How does everyone feel about Wall-E?"
"Yeah!!!"
And so the light sides cuddled together on the couch and put on the movie. It felt nice to be together like this after a debate. Logan felt his spark returning, little by little. Maybe after this, he’d write a few more pages of his script.
Summary: Logan has a peculiar habit and Roman does the nice thing and helps him fully explore this habit.
Note: Not written to be a ship but read however you want! This isn’t very long but I had this idea for awhile so here ya go! Doesn’t really need saying, but this is indeed a tickle fic!
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Roman and Logan were brainstorming. A totally normal thing really. Thomas was working on another script and of course imagination and creativity was vital while the logic and seriousness of the subject matter was necessary. Roman was dramatically sprawled out on his bed in a seductive pose as he chewed on his pencil furiously. Logan was in his usual spot on folded up on his chair, permanently messing up his back as he leaned over the paper.
Roman flopped over the end of the bed with a very heavy sigh before stopping. Logan had his legs folded under him with his feet awkwardly poking out. But that wasn’t that unusual. Patton had been pointlessly trying for years to get Logan to sit properly. What was weird was that Logan was scratching over his foot. Well not scratching. More like he was firmly scribbling over his foot over and over. Up and down. Scratching at his heel, spidering up his arches, tapping over the ball of his foot before digging underneath his toes. Clearly not just an itch.
Logan was still writing with a concentrated frown. Not really writing all that much, clearly just scribbling down ideas in the hopes one sticks. He didn’t even seem aware of it.
Logan startled as Roman slapped his hand away from his foot. “What are you doing, Roman?”
“I dunno,” He shrugged awkwardly as he was still hanging upside down from the bed, “What were you doing?”
“Excuse me?”
“You were like tickling yourself?” Roman mimed above his foot much to Logan’s embarrassment. He turned back to the desk and started spinning his pen.
“It’s just something I do. Helps me concentrate,” He mumbled with gritted teeth.
“Helps you?” Roman teased as he flung himself upright.
“I don’t know! I don’t do it every time I do work. I guess just most times. It’s probably some attempt of self-soothing after work?” Logan spoke confidently and while it was clear he had thought about this habit, it was also clear he wasn’t really listening to himself.
Tickling himself as a sign he was overworked. Doing something that reminds him of being with friends and happy in response to over working.
At this point, it was an invitation for Roman!
“Well you can keep working if you want, I’ll do the tickling thing for you!” Roman announced as he snatched one of the poking out feet. Logan squeaked and started flailing his arms.
“What!”
“It’s hard to write with one hand without the other steadying the page. You just work, I’m just helping you out!” Roman winked as he started tickling.
Now, he paused for a second to consider whether to follow Logan’s own tickling and tickling firmly or to go gently so Logan actually has a chance. He shrugged as he decided to go with gentle. But he did chose to follow his technique: starting at the heel with some light fluttering, crawling up to his arch and taking joy in wiggling one finger right in the middle, smoothing over the ball of his foot and then taking one finger and tracing underneath his toes. Rinse and repeat.
Well it would be easy if Logan wasn’t violently wiggling his foot as he tried to awkwardly fall out of the chair to get away. His burst of belly laughter ringing clear through the room. “Everything okay there Nerd? You’re not really writing much.”
“ROHOHO RAHAH ROMAN!” Logan bellowed out amongst the laughter. He leaned over the desk again and slammed his hand down in hysteria.
“Should I go lighter?” Roman asked as he switched from fluttering to purely tracing around with one finger, “Hey this is actually really nice. I get why you do it! After all that writing, it’s nice to stretch out my hand and tickle this little foot here!”
“NANAHAHAHAHAHA I HATE YOUOHOHHAH AHAHAHAHA AAAAAH AHAHA!” Logan gasped out as he continued trying to untangle his legs from the pretzel he put himself in.
“Well that’s harsh,” Roman stated while he started scribbling all over his foot suddenly, “What should I do to make it better? How do you tickle yourself that helps you?”
“FIFIHIHIH HAHAHAHA AHAHAAAAA FIRMER! HAHAHA! F-firmer heheh so like a ahaHAAHAAAAAA A M-MIXTURE OF AHAAH MASSAGE AND T-T-tikcdjhagahahahaaha!” Logan squealed as he bounced in his chair in frustration. Clearly not paying attention whatsoever. Roman smiled genuinely and slowed his tickling.
“Like this?” Roman frowned, he wanted to get this precisely right. He pressed much harder with a motion of having his fingers together in one point and slowly spreading them out. Logan huffed some sharp laughs but wasn’t in a laughter fit. Just a wobbly smile
“Aha little bit... heh a little bit all over. Like going heh up and dohown?” Logan uncertainly smiled as he settled back down into the chair.
Roman leaned back and continued the motions. It was relaxing just knowing he was cheering up the mindscape’s most serious side but also taking a breather to reflect his ideas and the work they’ve done.
And if the entire time they helped Thomas with his script they took small tickle breaks, then that was their business!
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-bonus-
“Uh hey Logan?”
“Yes Thomas?”
“Uh I can’t read this. Like what did you even write! You’re handwriting is never this bad. Were you being like attacked when writing this?” Thomas laughed off but paused at Logan’s frozen blushing face, “Uh Lo?”
“It’s nothing Thomas. I apologise. I-I uh... this poor handwriting may become an unfortunate habit of mine. I apologise for the future instances.”
9. romans discovers logan has a ticklish back. revenge is sweet
By now you all know the drill. I get a headcanon request. I have no self-control. It becomes another oneshot. Same old, same old.
NOTE: Set the morning after Roman asks Logan to read to him and he gets to spend the night in Mommy’s room!
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Title: Vroom on the Bed
Summary: Roman discovers his Mommy has a ticklish back. Revenge is sweet.
Word count: 2,500
Content warning: Swearing
Also on AO3!
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The red toy car zoomed off a thick fold in the bedsheets. Roman held it in mid-air, making it do several flips before dropping it back to the mattress with a muffled thump.
‘That was terrible!’ he made his teddy bear, Aladdin, whisper.
‘What?’ he gasped back, offended. ‘My driver did the best he could considering -’
A loud snore cut him off. He hunched his shoulders and sucked his lips in a tight line. Rolling on his tummy a little, he got a glimpse of the figure that lay on the very edge of the mattress, since Roman was starfished out across most of it. Logan was, thankfully, still asleep.
‘Considering our limitations,’ Roman finished under his breath, nodding over to his Mom pointedly then sending a glare to Aladdin.
The teddy looked back with a beady, dead stare.
A quiet groan rumbled in the back of Roman’s throat. ‘I know that look. I know you wanna play in my room, but I wanna stay with Mommy!’ He shook Aladdin slightly to get his point across.
The toy was limp in his hands. A wave of disillusionment swept over Roman, all too aware of how childish he was being. ‘Stop being such a baby,’ he mumbled, unsure whether it was him or Aladdin speaking anymore.
Though he usually had a lot of fun being an independent kid and playing on his own, Roman was struggling to stay in his littlespace without one of his caregivers giving him attention. He really wanted to be extra little this morning - it just felt right after spending the night in Mom’s bed - but he hardly ever acted this young. He was out of practice and it was tricky to stay in character without Daddy calling him nice nicknames and without Mommy asking him lots of questions.
Mom really liked sleeping, though, and Roman knew no-one was allowed to wake him up in the mornings. So he had snuck back to his room for his cars and came straight back, ready to entertain himself! But he had been playing with the toys for what must have been hours now (later he would realise it was more akin to five minutes), and his head was starting to feel noisy and stuffy and his hands were jiggly. He was bored.
Being bored was awful. It hurt his head and made Roman’s legs itch, so he thought maybe Mom wouldn’t mind if he woke him up early just this once. Besides, he really wanted his Mom to play cars too. Or maybe he just wanted his Mom to watch… Actually, he really just wanted his Mom.
‘Mom?’ Roman whispered, sitting up on the mattress criss-cross-applesauce. ‘Mommy,’ he called, bouncing on the mattress slightly, ‘wakey, wakey.’ He had tried not to speak too loud but it came out a bit more booming than he had hoped. Mom shuffled on the bed but didn’t wake up. Roman pouted. ‘Mommyyyy,’ he whined, shaking Logan’s arm with both hands.
A sharp gasp echoed in the space between them. Mom’s face suddenly rose, his cheek flushed with crease marks from being pressed against the pillow all morning. ‘Hmph?’
‘Mommy, mommy, mommy!’ Roman rambled excitedly. Now his Mom could give him attention!
‘Hoosuh?’ Logan mumbled, face pinching and body swaying slightly as he propped himself up on his elbows. ‘Kay s’art?’
Roman giggled, ‘What?’ Mom never made a lot of sense when he first woke up.
‘Who’s hurt?’ Logan tried again, his voice gruff and mumbled, but at least coherent now. ‘Are you ‘kay, sweetheart?’
The nickname already made Roman feel a lot happier and soothed the fizzles in his fingertips a bit. He felt littler again. ‘No, I’m just really, really bored!’
Logan blinked blearily at Roman, his eyes barely open past a tired squint. Then he collapsed straight back onto his front with a sharp sigh. ‘Inabit,’ he mumbled into his pillow.
‘Mommy, no,’ Roman whined, watching as Logan’s body instantly sunk back into the mattress. Within mere seconds his shoulders were rising and falling in deep, steady breaths. A noise of indignance wormed its way from Roman’s lips. Mom was asleep already?!
Roman crossed his arms tightly against his chest and pushed his lip out in a pout that would have definitely gotten Daddy to dote on him (if he was there to see it, that is). Mom was being mean. For a few seconds, he sulked, watching the curves of Logan’s back and shoulders and ribs. Then inspiration struck. Just because Mommy didn’t want to play with Roman, it didn’t necessarily mean Roman couldn’t play with Mommy. Logan’s arms and back were way better ramps than the bedsheets!
He smiled and bit the tip of his tongue as he quickly grabbed his toys. Hugging Aladdin to his chest, he scooched over on the bed, tentatively settling by his Mom’s side. First, he balanced the red car on the back of Logan’s shoulder. As soon as he pulled his hand away, though, Mom took a deep breath in his sleep and it made the car move. Roman’s heart dropped - until he saw that the movement made the car roll all the way down Mom’s arm to his hand. It didn’t even tumble off!
Roman smiled brightly and carefully picked the car up again, placing it in exactly the same spot. The same thing happened again, the car rolling down Logan’s arm without a hitch and landing softly by his hand on the bed. Roman giggled and grabbed the toy again.
‘Ingenius,’ he said in Aladdin’s voice, then hugged the teddy tighter.
‘That’s ‘cause I’m a clever boy,’ Roman bragged quietly, setting the car on a different spot on Mom’s shoulder this time. ‘Mommy always says so!’
‘Yes, I do,’ Mommy rumbled into his pillow.
It startled Roman and he gasped, jumping a bit in his seat. The car wheels squeaked quietly as they rolled again - this time down Logan’s back.
Mom started chuckling and reached behind himself to swipe the toy car off from his hip. ‘What are you doing, little prince?’ he asked, pushing the toy back into Roman’s hand.
‘Sorry,’ Roman said, but he was smiling again. Mommy had laughed and that always meant he was in a good mood and would play with Roman!
Dark blue eyes blinked open and Mom smiled at him softly. It made Roman feel giddy, and he scrunched and unscrunched his toes in the fluffy socks that “Santa” had got him. ‘You don’t need to be sorry, Roman.’ Mom dropped his cheek back to the pillow, but he was still awake and happy. ‘Do you want to tell me what you’re playing?’
‘Yeah!’ Roman immediately yelled, squeezing the car in his hand and bouncing a bit on his butt. ‘There’s a racecar flipping coolness contest and Aladdin is a really bossy judge and he’s really hard to impress!’
‘Oh my, that sounds quite stressful,’ Logan hummed.
‘Yeah, but not for me ‘cause I’m the best racecar driver ever and -’ Mom’s eyes were shut again. Roman glared at him. ‘Mom, are you gonna fall asleep again?’
‘Hmm,’ Logan hummed. ‘Probably.’
Well, Roman supposed he had to hand it to Mom for being honest… Except no, he didn’t!
‘You’re not allowed to sleep, you’re playing too!’
‘Oh, I didn’t realise you were in charge of your Mom now, little prince,’ Mom said. It was kind of like being told off, but also kind of like Mom was sharing a joke with him. Sarcasm! Roman liked when Mom made big kid jokes with him. ‘What is my role in this game, anyway?’
‘You’re the racetrack,’ Roman proclaimed, smiling and setting the car on the back of Mom’s neck this time. His spine looked like a cool ramp to try next. He made Aladdin count down from three.
‘Oh, yes -’ Roman pushed the car down as Logan spoke, ‘- of cour-ha-horse!’ Mom’s mumble turned into a huffy kind of yelp.
‘Did it hurt?!’ Roman snatched the car away from Mom’s back, nervous that he would be in trouble.
‘Don’t worry, little one,’ Mom said calmly. His voice was back to normal. His eyes were a bit wider though. ‘It just itched a little, that’s all.’
That was weird. ‘Oh, okay.’ Roman shrugged and immediately started rolling the car over the ramp again.
Then Mommy’s whole body twitched and he started chuckling into his arm.
‘What?’ Roman asked, frowning a little. Was Mom laughing at him?
‘No, nothing,’ Logan assured, kind of breathless. ‘Maybe you shou-hould use the - the pillows as a racetrack instead.’
‘No, those are the spectators! The supportive friends! The fans!’ At the reminder that the fans were watching, Roman made the car do a cool skid to impress the imaginary onlookers.
There was a deep snort and the racetrack quivered under Roman’s car. Roman’s lips pulled up into a smile. Mommy was laughing! It was hard not to join in. ‘Mom, c’mon!’ he laughed. ‘What’s so funny?’ It was no fun if he wasn’t in on the joke too.
Logan was shaking his head, but his shoulders rocked with silent laughter still. It made the entire atmosphere of the room feel light and happy and it made Roman excited! He giggled and his whole body felt bubbly, especially his hands. Daddy called them happy hands. Roman rolled the car back and forth really fast on Mommy’s back, making the wheels squeak loads. Wait…
‘Ro-Ro-ho-man!’
It was Mom who was squeaking!
Roman looked down at the racecar rolling across Logan’s ribs, then back at the way Mom had buried his head into the pillow. Then he smirked.
‘Hello, is Logan ticklish?’ Roman teased in his usual baritone, completely grown-up all of a sudden. Despite not being little, he continued playing with the toy car.
The wild eyes that fixed on him as Logan snapped his head around were hilarious to behold.
‘No, ge-he-het little again! Little pri-ha-ha-ha!’ Logan broke down into deeper guffaws as Roman’s spare hand joined the car in skittering over his spine.
‘Maybe Karma isn’t such a bitch after all!’ Roman cried triumphantly, throwing his knee on top of Logan’s lower back to stop him from wriggling around so much. Logan may have had the height advantage, but Roman did fifty squats a day. They both knew Logan wouldn’t be able to shake off Roman’s leg.
‘Wa-ha-tch your mouth, li-little -’ Another snort of laughter cut Logan’s threat short.
‘Too bad you didn’t watch your back, huh, Specs?’ Roman laughed, readjusting the angle of his leg so he could reach Logan’s hip to see if that was ticklish too.
Logan literally tittered. This was just perfect.
Sure, Roman might have been a bit overly-enthusiastic, but he thought it was perfectly justified. This was payback! It wasn’t very often that Logan tickled him, but when he did he was utterly merciless. Patton had had to physically stop him a couple of times because Roman was so out of breath from cackling and wheezing!
Roman’s teeth bared in a sadistic grin as he heard Logan gasp for breath between laughter. What goes around comes around, and so on and so forth.
Then within a fraction of a second, long fingers wrapped firmly around his foot. It was at that moment Roman knew he had made a mistake. He threw the toy car across the room as if that would prove his innocence.
‘O-ho-kay, little one, you asked for this,’ Logan breathed, interspersed with distant chuckles. The warmth of Roman’s sock was swiftly pulled off and somehow just the cold air of the room was enough to make his toes tingle.
‘Mommy, I’m hungry,’ Roman hurriedly whined with what he hoped was an adorable pout. It was the most angelically innocent, childish voice he could possibly muster. He threw himself down onto the bed beside Logan.
But there was suddenly a warm, vice-like grip on his ankle and his lips started trembling with the effort not to smile in anticipation. ‘Can we pretty please go have breakfast?’ he asked a bit shakily, looking up to his Mom with wide eyes.
Logan laughed louder than he had all morning. ‘Nope, that face won’t work on me, little prince. I’m not your Dad.’ Surprisingly, his fingers actually loosened around Roman’s ankle.
For all of half a second, Roman thought he was being given the benefit of the doubt. That is until there was a light fluttering on the inside of his ankle and he fell into a stream of constant giggling. He kicked out but it did nothing to dislodge Mom’s hold and suddenly Mom’s free arm was pulling Roman into his chest. The fingers on his foot switched between fluttering over Roman’s ankle and scratching his heel and pinching his toes.
‘Mo-ho-mmy!’ Roman squealed, wriggling in his Mom’s firm embrace.
‘Whatever’s the matter, sweetheart?’ Logan asked very seriously, gently swirling a fingernail over the tip of Roman’s big toe.
Roman bucked off the mattress and positively cackled.
Logan was quick to just hug him tighter and chuckle, ‘I thought you wanted to play with Mommy.’ The arm that was keeping Roman secure in Logan’s hold curved and suddenly there were wiggling fingertips under his arm too. Roman screamed joyously, his cheeks aching so much they felt like they would cramp. ‘Don’t you want to play, Roman?’
It was almost impossible to think through the sounds of his own hysterical laughter, but Roman did his best. He did want to play with Mommy, but this wasn’t exactly what he had had in mind. Then again, if he said no, would Mommy never play with him again? It was a trick question!
‘Da-ha-ha-ddy, help!’ Roman cried out instead, feeling like there were a million butterflies chasing each other through his body. Honestly, he never wanted to stop smiling so much.
‘No, this is Mommy’s time with the little prince,’ Logan insisted, letting up in his ticklish attack enough so that Roman could splutter and gasp in some much-needed oxygen. Though he still giggled and squirmed as Logan’s fingers drew little spirals over the sole of his foot and the very edge of his armpit.
‘Besides,’ Logan said, pausing for dramatic effect. Roman giggled and looked up at his Mommy through tears of laughter. Mom’s cheeks were a bit pink and his lips were pulled into a wide smile and his eyes were sparkling with a mixture of mirth and mischievousness. It was quite possibly the happiest look he had ever directed at Roman. ‘We haven’t even finished our game yet!’
The tickling picked back up threefold. Roman writhed and howled and snorted and squeaked. But not a single protest fell from his lips because maybe this game wasn’t so bad after all. It wasn’t his game, but it was still a lot of fun. As long as Roman was with his Mommy, he was happy!
Day 7: Monster Claws - (ler Reader, lee Light Sides)
(A/N: Happy Sfw Tickletober! I hope you enjoy my contribution.
Note: This is a platonic fic!
(Y/P = your pronouns - ex. he/she/they)
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It all started when a new person came out of Thomas' imagination. After a couple weeks of the sides getting to know (Y/P), it turned out (Y/P) (was/were) quite the rascal!
"Oh booooyyyys!" You called out to the mindscape. It was in a playful but deadly enough tone to send shivers down everyone's spine.
For Halloween, you'd glued a pair of monster claws to your fingers, wiggling them at the men on the couch. One by one, their faces flushed and looks of fear flashed in their eyes. You went for Virgil first, since he'd be the least likely to catch afterwards.
Nabbing him around the ankle, you smirked as he toppled over.
"The safe word is blueberry," you said, being sure to offer him a way out.
He nodded, understanding.
Scratching the monster claws along his soles, you waited to reap your reward.
Virgil screamed in laughter.
He thrashed and kicked so much you had to climb onto his legs to keep them still. Facing his feet, your claws tapped along his soles. You dragged them up his arches, making him squeal.
"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" He cried. "BLUEBERRY!! HYHYHYYY!"
You stopped and took something out of your pocket. As Virgil lay on the ground, catching his breath and holding his feet, you tossed him his own pair of monster claws.
Then you ran to find more victims!
On top of the fridge, there sat Patton. It takes some effort to climb the cabinet, but you manage to get to him. He giggles and blushes into his hands.
You smile, and tell him the safe word.
Then you lightly scratch from his ankles down to his soles.
He lasts eight whole seconds, which is three seconds longer than Virgil's time.
You stroke his hair as he calms down, and give him his own costume puppy paws.
Then you're off again!
You find Roman in the closet, between his ballgown and red crop top outfits. He squeaks, seeing you with the monster claws.
"There's no escape, Princey!" You tease, skittering your claws along his waist.
"Eheheheeheeheheeee!"
He's tough, and holds on for quite some time.
That's when Virgil finds him. He lifts a foot and drags his monster claws up Roman's soles and between his toes.
"EHEHEHEHEHEEEE!" Roman shrieks and shakes his head. "I'LL NEVER GIVE UP!!"
From the corner of your eye, you see a black blur rush past you. Logan! He was under the bed the whole time!
You leap on him and tackle him to the ground.
"HA-HA!" You laugh in triumph.
He attempts to fight back, scratching his fingers along your sides.
"HEY!!" You cry. It doesn't distract you for long, though.
Smiling, you tickle his own sides with your monster claws.
"EHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEHEEE!" Logan laughed and kicked from under you. "UNFAIR!!! EHEHEEHEEEHEEHEHEEEE!!"
"Oh, it's perfectly fair!"
Meanwhile, Virgil was tapping along Roman's neck with his claws, making him squeal in a rather unmanly way. Then he blew a raspberry in the middle of his tummy.
"EHEEHEHEE! BLUEBERRY!" Roman cried, tapping out.
He lasted 28 whole seconds! You wonder if Logan can beat his time.
You poise your claws over Logan's neck.
"EEK! NAHAAT THERE!!" He cried, turtling and smiling adorably.
This would be fun!
You prepared your claws, wiggling them slightly.
Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Virgil.
"Can we help?"
"May we help," Logan corrected. Virgil snarled playfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry! MAY we help you take down this nerd, one unbearably ticklish spot at a time...?"
Logan squeaked and struggled more.
You smile at Virgil. "You certainly can!"
He grabbed one ankle and skittered his claws over his sole. Roman crouched down beside Logan's other foot, grabbing the ankle and using his fingers to tickle all along his sole. Logan fell into cute, squeaky laughter.
Patton came along, waving his fluffy puppy paws at you. You invite him to get Logan too. So he tickles Logan with his fluffy paws, wiggling them along his tummy and sides. Logan shrieked and wiggled wildly. Patton giggled at how cute he was. He occasionally wiggled his paws along his spine, and wiggled a finger in his belly button. The fluff clearly affected him more, his face turning red.
To make things worse, you skittered your claws over his neck. Logan couldn't take it!
"BLUE-" he was cut off by his own laughter. You all took that as the signal to stop. Looking at your stopwatch, you saw Logan's time.
"30 seconds! Congrats, Logan, you are the tickle champion!"
Logan just lay there, breathing hard and giggling as he recovered. The others smiled and told him how well he'd done.
After catching his breath, Logan got up, straightening out his clothes and dusting himself off.
"What's my prize...?"
"You get to decide what game we play next!" You say with a slight giggle.
Logan's expression turned from calmly humble to playful and dark. The look he gave would send a chill down anyone's spine.
"Well... since you insist..." he said, grinning. "There's a little tickle monster here who's been terrorizing us all day. I think it's time (Y/P) got (Y/P) just desserts!"
Now it's your turn to squeak and run!
They gave you a ten second head start. And then the chase was on!
Day 6 - Stop Denying (Lee Logan, Lee Virgil, Ler Janus.)
Virgil and Logan trotted through the dark part of the mindscape. They were looking for more information on the dark sides. Surely there was some sort of new information they could find, especially since Thomas was acting weird lately. Virgil wore a galaxy themed hoodie with dark jeans and boots, and Logan wore a NASA crop hoodie with blue jeans and white sneakers. A few metres into the dark side, and Virgil already felt a shiver go down his spine. Something felt wrong. It was too quiet.
Suddenly, they were picked up by their collars by two yellow gloved hands! The light sides gasped.
"Oh my, looks like I have two little lees in my grasp!" Janus said, stepping out of the darkness and dangling Virgil and Logan in the air by their collars.
"N-no, we're not! W-what are you t-talking about?!" Virgil said, squirming. Janus turned to Logan.
"And look - this one even had the courtesy to show me his stomach!" He pointed to Logan's 'Nasa' Crop Hoodie, and wiggled his fingers above the bare belly.
"Nahahahahaa!" Logan cried. "Lehehet us go, please!"
"I've heard you're soft of heart... are you also soft of stomach?" Janus teased.
"Nohohohoohooo!"
Janus wiggled his fingers on Logan's stomach, discovering that it was in fact, soft and warm.
"HAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHHAAHAA! STAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAP!" Logan screamed, wiggling around more. Virgil's face flushed just watching him. Janus circled his navel, but didn't follow through, enjoying watching him squirm. He turned to Virgil.
"And how could I forget my other little lee? Hungry, my dear?"
Virgil shook his head, ears noticeably red.
"Aww, and I was going to give you a delicious gift. You know what it is...?"
Virgil whined, shaking his head.
"Raspberries!"
"Eeek! D-don't you dare!"
"Hmmm..." Janus said. "Alright, then. Since you aren't ready for raspberries, I'm going to give you tickly kisses until you say you are!"
"NAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Virgil screeched as the man peppered his neck in kisses.
In the meantime, Janus used his other hands to squeeze Logan's bare sides, making him squeal. He ran the fingers of another hand along the back of his neck. Poor Logan went out of his mind.
Virgil didn't give in easily. The neck kisses were hard to stand, but he could only imagine raspberries would be even worse!
Between kisses, Janus started complimenting the two, which really got them flustered.
"The two... of you... are just... so goshdarn... cute!" he said. Janus turned his face a little. "Totally not a shame we can't see this side of you more often!"
Virgil's face was as red as a tomato! "AHAHAHAAHHAAAA! LET US GOHOHOHO!"
"PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!" Logan begged.
Wow, he'd actually made Logan beg?!
Janus grinned. "Not until my dearest lees have had their fill! After all, it's not like I can sense when someone's lying or anything~"
He started massaging Logan's belly again, this time using another hand to get his spine. Logan positively shrieked.
"Interesting how the normally modest Logan was caught in such a garment," Janus continued. "It's almost as though you're telling me, 'tickle my tummy!' without actually having to say it..."
Logan's face turned redder. He squirmed around in his grasp, wanting to escape but not wanting to at the same time.
Janus lightly poked at his tummy, getting the navel quite often too. This made Logan screech and try to curl up. Wiggling his finger at the base of his spine was a cruel thing. No matter how Logan wiggled, he couldn't escape from the tickly touch!
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEASE!" he cried. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHP!"
Virgil wasn't any better off. Janus had taken off his shoes and was now wiggling his fingers all over his feet, from heel to toe. He fell into shrill, hysterical laughter.
"COME OHOHOHON!! DUDE QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIIT!" Virgil cried, doing his best to wiggle away.
Janus wiggled a finger in Logan's navel, making him go into hysterics. He massaged Virgil's arches mercilessly, making the poor boy screech with laughter.
Finally, he decided to give them a break.
"And that's a wrap! How was that, boys...?" he asked them. The two lees just tried to stop laughing and catch their breath. After about a minute, they were feeling better. But they realized something was wrong. Janus wasn't setting them down yet...
"Deceit..." Virgil muttered. "Can you set us down, please...?"
Janus simply grinned. "I don't think I will. Not yet, at least..."
"But you said the session was over!" Logan cried. Janus chuckled.
"Well, what do you know: I lied!"
And with that, he started the tickles up again, this time getting the spaces in between Virgil's toes, and swirling his finger in Logan's belly button. Wild laughter emanated all throughout the mindscape. He didn't stop for a long, long time!
It was five o'clock in the mindscape on a Saturday. The others were about to start chanting their favourite little chant again. How Logan hated that. Logan would get flustered and then it would all be over. He'd be a blushing mess and the others would have free reign to tickle him for however long they pleased!
The forbidden chant was, of course, "Lee Logan!"
He snuck up to Patton, determined to catch him off guard. The man was talking to Roman and Virgil.
Suddenly, Logan leaped over the couch and pinned Patton.
"No more 'Lee Logan!'" He whispered dangerously in his ear. "Now it's time for 'Lee Patton!'"
Logan wiggled his fingers at him. Patton gulped. He looked over his shoulder to the others for help.
"Ohhooooooo!" Roman and Virgil said from their positions on the left side couch. Noticing the turn of events, they snuck up behind Logan, ready for their cue. Patton knew his fate was now in their hands.
"Any last words...?" Logan said smugly. Patton giggled.
"Yeah... Lee Logan! Lee Logan!"
Logan blushed. "Um... Oh. V-very well, then..."
Before he could do anything else, Roman and Virgil struck! They captured Logan in their grasp and flipped him over on the couch so he was laying on his back.
"Nononononono, please!" Logan begged, squirming.
"Who's that I hear?" Patton said, poised overtop him. "Could it be... Lee Logan?!"
Logan's face flushed. Patton wiggled his fingers at him, chuckling. The others waited patiently for Logan to surrender. The man shook his head. But finally, the anticipation got to him.
"Just... just get it over with!" He cried.
Roman was poised at his underarms, Virgil was at the tummy, and Patton was by his feet. They wiggled their fingers dangerously above the spots. Then they struck!
Poor Lee Logan exploded into wild laughter. Three of his worst spots were being targeted at once!
"AHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHAAA!"
After a minute or so, they stopped. Roman asked, "So, does this satiate your hunger?"
"Or," Patton continued in a low, teasing voice.
"Would you like some raspberries!" Virgil finished with a smile.
"NAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!" Logan laughed, even though they'd stopped the tickles. "DOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOOU DAHAHAHAHARE!"
Virgil did dare.
He blew small raspberries all over the man's tummy. The others did the same over their respective spots. Logan fell into screeching laughter.
Finally, Virgil wiggled a finger into his navel, sending him over the top. Then he blew a huge raspberry into it!
"HAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAA! STAHAHHAHHAHAHAHP!! MERCYHYHYHYHHYHY!" Logan's laughter went up an octave and he pounded the ground. Finally, his laughter went silent. Everyone stopped, and rubbed the after tickles away.
"How was that, LoLo?" Patton asked.
Logan was breathing too hard to respond. He merely held up a thumbs-up gesture.
Everyone smiled at how beautiful Logan was. Of course, the man was always beautiful, but a sincere, adorable smile on his face made everyone's hearts glow.
Even Logan had to admit, he enjoyed five o'clock every Saturday.
