#ler!999

[mushyblushyredhead]

August’s TickleTober 2025 🎃

Day 3: “Don’t Laugh!”

When you’re on a work call and you’re gettin tkl’d under the desk but you need to keep it together 0v0

hehe I’ll always love drawing 999 being an absolute menace

[trashyswitch]

Day 8: Nuzzles

049 and 999 are allowed to have yet another visit! Not only that, but a new researcher has come to observe the visit this time: Dr. Collingwood. Typical fun ensues between the creatures.

Part 4 of 049 and the ‘Unkillable’ Creature. Part 3

ON TIME, BABY! Hope you all enjoy!

“Hello SCP-049.” Dr. Itkin spoke up on the intercom. 

“Good afternoon, Doctor. Any further report on 999’s health?” 049 asked him. 

“Indeed we do.” Mr. Itkin could be heard shuffling some papers around. “SCP-999 has been doing much better. As a result, your session with 999 will go ahead as planned.” Dr. Itkin told him. 

“Wonderful!” He declared. “I will await his arrival with enthusiasm.” 049 told the doctor. 

“Now, SCP-999 has a new researcher on its case. Her name is Dr. Collingwood, and I’m wondering if you would allow her to observe you with 999.” Dr. Itkin asked him. 

“Her?” 049 asked. 

“Yes, Dr. Collingwood is female.” Dr. Itkin explained. “Is this a problem?” 

“No no no…I have no dissension with female doctors, so long as she has a university diploma.” 049 told them. 

“Here in the SCP Foundation, we make sure every scientist and medical personnel has an up-to-date medical license.” Dr. Itkin reassured him. 

“That’s wonderful to hear.” He said. 

“Alright. Opening the door now.” Dr. Itkin clicked a button on the side, and watched as 999 slithered itself into the room. 

“Hello 999.” 049 declared. 

999 let out many excited gurgling sounds as it bounced and clapped its pseudopods together. It slid itself right up to 049, before stretching itself up and hugging 049 comfortably. The gurgling kept going for a little longer, before 999 let go of him. 

“Are you feeling better now, little one?” 049 asked. 

999 nodded its head eagerly before sliding up to the chest at the right side of the room. 

“Oh, I suppose you found the toy chest?” 049 asked him. 

999 placed its pseudopods on the under crease of the toy chest lid, and tried to push the lid up. But the toy chest lid was heavier than it was expecting. It let out gurgly, grunting noises as it heaved again, and stopped…before heaving and trying to lift it again…But it was just too heavy.  

And the little cherry on the cake…was the moment that 999 slowly turned its ‘head’ towards 049, with the biggest sad look on its face. 

As Dr. Itkin looked down to write the observations, a somewhat surprising sound filled the speaker from the containment cell; 

“Hehehe- Hehehehehe-! Ahahahaha!” 

999’s sad face quickly morphed into a surprised look as it backed up slightly and stared at 049. Wait…Was 049…laughing at me? But…why? Why is he laughing? What did I do to make him laugh? 

“Sohohorry, hahaha! Juhust- just the slohohow look towards mehehehe!” 049 tried to explain. “Yohohou juhust looked- Hahahaha! Soho defeated!” 049 barely got out of his mouth through his laughter. 

999 stared at him, looking almost confused by this point. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, and why 049 was laughing…but a small smile began to fill 999’s face as it finally understood. 

049 was laughing at my little reaction! I made 049 laugh without tickle wrestling him! 

YAY!!! This is HUGE!! 

999 cheered and jumped around like a little ball, looking utterly proud of itself. 

In the observation room, Dr. Collingwood was typing up her observations. “Wow…999 really can change everyone’s mood…” Dr. Collingwood mentioned. 

“Yup…He’s a wonderful specimen.” Dr. Itkin replied. 

In the room, 049 had settled down and pulled out a marble-looking ball. “Now 999: This ball is a little different. One of the doctors gave this to me with the notion that it bounces much, much more than the ball we had last time.” 049 told him. 

999 nodded its head and held up its pseudopods, waiting for 049 to throw it. 

049 bounced the ball on the floor, and watched it bounce up and down, up and down towards 999. And just as 049 explained, the ball bounced around 5 times before it made it to 999. 

Surprised that the ball was bouncing so much, 999 watched the ball the entire time, bouncing itself along with the ball. When the ball went up, 999 would stretch itself up. When the ball dropped to the ground, 999 would shrink down with a little *Splat* sound. Once the ball reached it, 999 grabbed the ball with its body, and gently ‘spat’ it out towards the floor. 

The way 999 ‘threw’ the ball, meant the ball bounced a few inches off the ground about 8 times, before reaching 049. 

“Not bad, 999. Though, I feel like you could bounce it better.” 049 encouraged. 

999 nodded its head and got ready for the ball. When it was ready, 049 threw the ball down, and watched it bounce up and down towards the gelatinous ball. When it got closer to 999, it caught the ball with one of its pseudopods. 

999 held it up in the air…and gave the ball a big throw towards the ground. 

BOING! BOING! 

The ball bounced all over the place! Up, down, and all around! It was like a rubber projectile! 

“Uh oh…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“Get down!” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

“GAH!” 049 jumped behind the bed in an attempt to hide from the small, but quick ball. Seeing the ball moving absolutely everywhere, 999 stretched itself up and attempted to catch the bouncy ball. But to everyone’s surprise, the ball shot straight through 999’s body like a bullet! It shot through from the back to the front, leaving a small hole in 999’s body. 

The ball kept on bouncing around the room, only somewhat lessening its speedy momentum. With 999 being in the middle of the room, the ball shot through the creature 4 more times, leaving more holes in the creature. 

049 was still hiding behind the bed, fearful that the ball would hit him in the face. But right as he peeked up to find where it went, the ball bounced on the wall right above the plague doctor! Sensing how close it was to hitting him, 049 pulled his head back behind the bed with a little whimper. 

Seeing the ball heading towards the creature, 999 put out 3 pseudopods to catch the ball with its pods. This gave the doctors a little bit of hope…Maybe 999 can catch it! 

…Only for the ball to shoot straight through the pseudopods and continue bouncing around wildly. The pseudopods didn’t even slow the ball down! The ball shot through without a second thought, treating the pods like it was just mist. 

Finally, 049 raised his hand up, and managed to catch the ball right as it was heading for the wall. 

“Got it.” 049 declared, looking at the bouncy ball in his gloved hand. 

“Well done, 049!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“Thank you.” 049 said. “I suppose I won this game of trigon?” The plague doctor asked, somewhat playfully. 

The celebration paused for a moment when 049 felt something tackle him down. Recognizing the color of the blob and the gurgling sound, 049 calmed down slightly. “It’s okay now, 999.” 

“999 appears to be scared.” 049 said. 

“Awww…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“He’s nuzzling into my neck a little bit…” 049 admitted, looking down at the creature. 999 rubbed itself further into his neck, nearly engulfing half his neck and shoulder region in its goo. “Are yohou okay, 999?” He asked, petting the creature. “Hohold ohon…” 049 muttered, curling his body in slightly. “Hehehehey!” “What’s he doing, 049?” Dr. Itkin asked on the intercom. 

“Whahahat doho you thihihink?!” 049 reacted. 

“I believe 999’s giving him ticklish nuzzles.” Dr. Collingwood told the doctor. 

“Yeheheah!” 049 yelped suddenly. “W-Wahahait! C-Cahaharefuhuhul!” 049 reacted. 

999’s growing excitement was evident almost right away…Or rather, it was to Dr. Collingwood. 

999’s little teasy gurgles could easily be heard through the speaker. It looked overjoyed to be nuzzling into 049’s neck. How it was able to find his neck was a mystery in and of itself. But regardless, it didn’t seem too difficult to get him giggling again. 

“049?” Dr. Collingwood said through the speaker. 

“Whahahat?” 049 replied. 

“I think it’s trying to apologize to you for scaring you with the ball.” Dr. Collingwood explained. 

049 nodded his head. “Ihihi fihigured as suhuch.” He said. “Nohohot too mahahany tihickles, alrihight?” 049 asked 999. 

999 removed its ‘face’ from 049’s neck, and nodded its ‘head’ in equal understanding. With that decided, 999 continued the nuzzling. However, 049’s laughter seemed to die down a little bit. It was safe to see that 999 was now lessening the tickles as it nuzzled him. 

“Thahat’s behehetter. Thahank you, nihine-nine-nine.” 049 told it. 

999 removed its face from his neck, and planted a little gelatinous peck on 049’s mask. This little peck was small, but still visible enough to the naked eye of the scientists. 

Dr. Itkin widened his eyes. “Did-Did 999 just kiss you?” He asked. 

“...I do believe so…” 049 muttered. 

“Awww! That’s really sweet!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“It…It is…” 049 mumbled. “I’m not sure how I feel about this…” He admitted. “I may have to think about this.” 049 told them. 

“Sounds good. 999, please head to the door, and we will escort you out.” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

And with that, another little ‘playdate’ was over…And 049 was left speechless and surprised by the little extra piece of affection. To say it blew his mind, would be an understatement. It was a sweet gesture, sure, but…Why? And more importantly…

What did he do to earn that kiss? 

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2024 🎃

♡ Aug’s TKTober2024

DAY 18: Tickle Fight

“You Can Relax”—an SCP Foundation Story

♡ Also available on my FanFiction! (Autobot-Tiff)

Word Count: 6k

Summary: It is late at night of the weekend Travis sought sanctuary at the SCP Foundation, but he is still anxious to go to sleep. It’s everyone’s favorite SCP, 999, to the rescue. Takes place in its own timeline at the Foundation, in an AU. This is a tickle fic, obviously. X3

TW: Mentions of past abuse.

Travis Blanche belongs to me!

Agent Simon Fisher belongs to my best friend who has allowed me to use their OC for this story. :3

A/N: Apologies if there’s any errors with the French words that are written throughout this story. Although I do not speak French (kinda wish I did) I did my absolute best translating some words and phrases so forgive me if they’re not all correct.

A rather eventful week had occurred for Dr. Travis Blanche and the batch of anomalous kids he had saved. In actuality, the last six months have been nothing but eventful, but not as much as the previous week that took place. So much had happened in the span of one week; teaming up with the SCP Foundation—a place he was told and believed was the enemy—to rescue a group of anomalous children he once took care of who were being physically altered and bid to be used as living weapons.

Despite the many setbacks and near casualties, in the end, Travis and the Foundation had successfully managed to rescue the kids and shut down the evil Foundation for good. Everyone who was a part of that operation were already taken into custody and being dealt with, courtesy of the Foundation. It seemed everything was going to be okay finally, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for someone in particular.

That night, one of the MTF squadron captains, Captain Simon Fisher, had been casually strolling down the hallways in the middle of his evening patrol, when he noticed light coming from one of the lounge rooms up ahead. That’s odd, he thought. Who could be up at this late hour?

Curious, he cautiously peeked inside the doorway and his eyes widened when he saw their newest Foundation member, Travis, was the one awake. He was sitting alone at the lounge table, listening to his Walkman, and clutching a mug of steaming tea with an exhausted and nervous look on his face.

How long has he been up like this? Simon wondered. Is he not happy to be here after everything that happened? He hoped not. After all the crazy things that everyone had been through, the SCP Foundation had graciously offered a permanent sanctuary for Travis and the children he helped save. Although Travis was skeptical about having the kids stay in containment chambers as SCPs, everyone assured him that the kids would all be treated with care, given proper housing and food, and would no way ever be abused like they were before. They even offered Travis a dorm room to stay in at the Foundation site so he could still be close to the kids and see them whenever he pleased.

That seemed to calm his overprotective nerves, but the young scientist still had trouble fully relaxing. It was obvious he was still traumatized after everything they went through. Despite being safe at the Foundation, Travis couldn’t put his overthinking mind to rest. What if the evil Foundation wasn’t defeated entirely? What if they still had another secret base somewhere that they didn’t know about? What if they had more anomalous children hidden underground? What if they would eventually find out where he was?!

Travis clutched his mug tighter, shaking his head. He just couldn’t shake off the fear. He knew from his previous time with these people that they had such volatility. He often compared them to the Galactic Empire from Star Wars; that evil foundation was able to bounce back from scratch like the second Death Star being built. He worried for himself, the kids especially. He would never want to break his promise and put them in any sort of danger again.

In an attempt to calm his anxious mind, Travis tried making himself some maple tea while listening to his Walkman. It was usually a good remedy whenever he couldn’t sleep, except tonight it didn’t seem to be working. He kept taking sips of the hot liquid, but couldn’t taste a thing. His mind just could not stop racing.

Agent Fisher could not bear to watch the poor scientist like this. It was so heartbreaking to witness. Travis deserved a break, just like those kids deserved a proper home and childhood. But even here, in the safety of the SCP Foundation site, he was still scared. And the officer couldn’t blame him. The poor guy probably thought the evil foundation was going to jump through the walls at any moment and harm him. After suffering in that cruel environment for so long, who wouldn’t still be scarred?

But at the same time, everyone hoped that Travis could learn to relax a little at the site now that he was safe. The kids has already settled in their new rooms just fine, happy to call the SCP Foundation their new home. If only Travis felt like doing the same same…

Not wanting the poor sleep deprived scientist to suffer any longer, Simon walked into the lounge room and waved to get Blanche’s attention. Travis jumped, startled, but his body relaxed when he saw a familiar face. Pulling off his headphones, Travis forced a smile on his face. “Oh, good evening, Captain Fisher, sir.”

“Hm, good morning is more like it,” Simon stated back, gesturing to the clock on the wall. “It’s 3:30 in the morning. Why are you still up?”

“Why are you up?” Travis countered back.

Simon quirked a brow. “Because I’m in the middle of my night shift,” he replied as-a-matter-of-factly. “But seriously, is something wrong, Dr. Blanche? I thought you had retired to bed along with the kids hours ago.”

Travis weakly chuckled. “First of all, no need to address me as Doctor all the time. Just Travis is fine.” Simon nodded understandingly. “Second,” Travis shrugged with a sigh. “Can’t sleep, I guess. I…guess I am still shaken up after everything that happened recently. I still have nightmares; nightmares of…them. Of what they d-did to me…to the kids..!” He heaved a shaky sigh. “I don’t know, I just—can’t seem to erase that from my mind. A part of me is still afraid that they’re still out there, waiting to come after m-me and the kids..!”

Travis quickly turned his head away as tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. He cursed himself for getting so emotional so quickly. He hated crying in front of others. But Simon didn’t mind. He rested a delicate hand on the scientist’s shoulder, squeezing affectionately. Travis turned around, meeting Agent Fisher’s warm eyes.

His smile was comforting and his voice was gentle. “Hey, I get what you’re going through. I really do. None of us here are expecting you, nor the kids, to get over what happened to you all so quickly. That’s traumatizing, and that’s not something you can simply get over overnight.” He squeezed Blanche’s shoulder once more. “But, know this: you do not have to carry this burden alone like you did before. You’re safe here, and you know we would never let anything happen to you guys. You’ve got to believe that.”

Travis nodded softly. “I know. I know you all mean well, and I am so very grateful for you all to let us stay here…even after everything before…”

“Hey, what’s past is past, kid. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Thank you. I…just wish I could stop having these nightmares. These people are defeated and yet it still seems like they torment me.” Travis groaned and rested his head against the table. “That’s why I’ve been listening to my music and drinking some maple tea. It’s usually a good remedy when I have trouble getting to sleep, but tonight it’s not as effective.” He sighed miserably. “I suppose I just won’t sleep tonight. But that’s alright…I’m sure I can busy myself for the remainder of the night by working on one of my unfinished projects. Maybe that will tire me out.”

Simon couldn’t believe what he just heard. Travis was really willing to work himself to exhaustion because of his nightmares? He pitied for the poor scientist. But what else could he do? His words didn’t seem to help.

And then suddenly, it clicked. “SCP-999!” He suddenly blurted his thought out loud.

“Huh?” Travis tilted his head.

Simon cleared his throat. “I meant to ask this earlier, but…have you had the chance to interact with SCP-999 yet? Or at least read its file?”

“Actually, no. I assumed since I am new here, I don't get to read any of the files you have for these SCPs like library books."

The agent chuckled. “Yes, well, there’s certain files that are classified for good reasons. But there’s files that newbies like you can read, like SCP-999’s file, for example.” He paused. “Funnily enough, the kids got to interact with 999 the other day and they loved it! They even requested another session with 999 as soon as possible,” he added, as if he thought that would convince Dr. Blanche.

Travis’ heterochromatic eyes lit up, intrigued. “Oh, really now? I’m assuming it’s a safe anomaly then?”

Simon nodded. “Oh, of course. One of the safest and harmless anomalies on this site. In fact, 999 is more than just a safe class anomaly. It’s actually therapeutic; simply touching 999 can bring immediate euphoria that intensifies the longer you are exposed to it. Heck, the euphoria lasts long after separation from the anomaly. Everyone here, myself included, has had at least one encounter with SCP-999, and it’s helped us all greatly when we were struggling mentally. I really think you would benefit from one visit with 999.”

Travis seemed hesitant and unsure. “Uhh…well…I-I’m not sure.”

Simon gave him an encouraging smile. “C’mon Travis. I really think this would do you good. SCP-999 loves all people, but has a special interest in those who are hurt, depressed, or suffering from PTSD. It’s no wonder why it wanted to interact with the kiddos immediately when they arrived here. And I know it will want to interact with you, too. Let 999 help you, Travis…Just this once? If you like it, you like it. And if you don’t, that’s okay, too. Although I find it damn impossible that anyone would be able to say they disliked their encounter with 999.” He chuckled again. “What do ya say?”

Travis gave in with a sigh. “Oh, all right. Just hurry up before I change my mind.” Simon nodded, taking Blanche by the hand and leading him out into the hallway.

A therapeutic anomaly that seems to cure depression and trauma? Well, I’m not at the evil foundation anymore, Travis joked to himself. If the kids enjoyed their encounter with this SCP-999 then maybe I will, too? Fisher would never lie to me. Could this anomaly really help me with my nightmares and PTSD? I guess we’ll see. *sigh* Whatever, just get this over with quickly. What’s the worst that can happen?

“Here we are.” Simon’s voice abruptly snapped Travis out of his thoughts. They had arrived at SCP-999’s containment chamber. While the agent stepped aside to quietly have a word with the security officers and another researcher over comm. link, (no doubt requesting permission to allow him to see 999 at this hour) Travis suddenly grew nervous.

Despite being told that 999 was a safe class anomaly, the thought of meeting an entirely new anomaly that he knew nothing about was enough to make him anxious. Normally, he liked to know at least a little bit of background of an anomaly before he charged headfirst into interacting with it. Now he was really starting to regret not taking the time to read more on 999’s file before coming here. But he had nothing to worry about, right? If the kids said that they had fun with this creature, then he would trust their judgement.

He was snapped out of his thoughts again when Simon handed him a top tab office folder. “What’s this?”

Simon smiled apologetically. “The entire information file for SCP-999. I should have given this to you first so you could read it over. But you can still read it when you’re inside 999’s chambers. Y’know, learn along the way.” He winked, smiling.

Travis blinked. He could have sworn he detected something sinister in Fisher’s tone when he said that. Like he knew something that he didn’t yet. Did he set him up?

“Well, go ahead,” Simon urged. “Go cure that trauma. We’ll be right outside monitoring everything in case you need us, but you’ll be fine.” He and the other security guards seemed to be stifling back laughs. Travis frowned. They were definitely setting him up for something. Why couldn’t they just tell him what it was already? After spending so much time at the previous evil foundation, he grew to hate surprises. Even good ones because in the end, they never turned out to be good.

As Travis stepped through the doorway, Simon quickly added, “Oh, and don’t forget to read that file! Better read it quick!”

Travis shot him an incredulous look, but opened the file nonetheless. Alright let’s see…Item #: SCP-999. Object Class: Safe…Special Containment Procedures…yada yada…File Name…wait WHAT?! The Canadian scientist’s heart skipped several beats. File Name: The Tickle Monster.

He quickly spun around, locking eyes with Agent Fisher, who merely just waved with a smile that said “sorry not sorry” before shutting the door.

This was a setup! He had been duped! Bamboozled! “Fisher!” Travis growled, banging on the door. “You set me up! You…You mother-honking HOSER!”

Okay, okay. Don’t freak out. This…This has gotta be some kind of blizzard joke, right?

Travis didn’t know why, but something about reading that file name quickened his pulse and made anticipatory butterflies fill his belly. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. He was flustered.

His train of thought was interrupted when the sound of high-pitched gurgling sounded behind him. He whipped around, his blue and green eyes widening at what was in front of him: a large, gelatinous blob of orange slime with big black orbs for eyes that seemed to shimmer like puppy eyes. Travis didn’t know what to think. This was supposed to be the site’s so-called “Tickle Monster”? It certainly didn’t look like anything he had pictured. But he knew from experience that looks can be deceiving; something so innocent-looking could be extremely dangerous.

“Um…h-hello there,” Travis shyly waved to the anomaly. The creature happily chirped, and slithered towards the young scientist. Travis gasped and backed away until his back hit the wall. SCP-999 emitted a confused gurgle and stopped in its tracks. It suddenly seemed concerned from Travis’ reaction.

Taken back, Travis tilted his head and was surprised when the orange creature mimicked his movement. Curious, he tilted his head to the other side, and it copied his movement. Travis blinked twice, and 999 also blinked twice. Feeling a little more relaxed, Travis knelt down to its eye level. “Huh. Well, you’re quite the precocious little anomaly, aren’t you?” 999 let out a happy coo. “You know, I’ve never encountered an anomaly like you before. I was actually told by Agent Fisher that you could help me with my recent nightmares and PTSD?” 999 perked up, bobbing its gelatinous dome head up and down like jello. “I take that as a yes then? So—oh?”

999 slithered closer to the scientist, extending a pair of orange pseudopods and wrapping them around his neck. Emitting cooing and purring noises, the anomaly leaned close to nuzzle against the young man’s chest. Immediately, Travis was hit with a wave of mild euphoria, just like Fisher had said. But that was not all. Travis also detected something on 999’s gelatinous surface; there was a pleasant odor. It smelled like…fresh pine trees from the forests of his hometown in Canada. Along with the scent of freshly baked chocolate cake from Tim Horton’s, his favorite dessert.

Travis felt like crying, but they were happy tears. All this comfort and nostalgic scents this anomaly was giving him was unlike anything he ever felt before. He let out a shaky sigh, allowing his body to fully relax and melt against the warm embrace. 999 simply took that as its cue to continue nuzzling Travis like a kitten, all the while continuing to purr and coo lovingly.

It wasn’t until he felt 999’s orange tendrils suddenly tighten around his torso that he started to feel nervous. “Sacré bleu!” He exclaimed. “I uh, heh, almost forgot the other thing that makes you so infamous here…Now I’m starting to see why Agent Fisher set me up with this little…play date,” he muttered that last part under his breath.

999 simply chirped and glomped the scientist, ready to engage in one of its favorite activities it was best known for: tickle wrestling. Travis, already anticipating the oncoming attack, let anticipatory fear get the best of him and managed to wriggle out of the creature’s near death grip. Giggling breathily, he stood up on shaky knees to try and escape. Except there was nowhere else to go. He was trapped in a containment chamber with a very playful anomaly that look like it wanted to tickle the ever living daylights out of him.

With a wobbly smile already visible on his face, Travis shakily tried to make a run for it. 999 excitedly chirped, thinking Travis wanted to play chase! It gurgled enthusiastically, beginning to chase after the flustered scientist who, in return, bolted away.

Outside the containment chamber, Agent Fisher and the other security officers were laughing at the cartoon spectacle from their security tablets: Dr. Blanche running laps around the room while SCP-999 followed close behind, trying to grab him with his pseudopods.

“Oh mon dieu! Mon dieu! N-No! Don’t! Don’t you dare!” Travis exclaimed behind him. He heard the creature emit a series of chirps, but he could’ve sworn it sounded like it was taunting him; laughing at him.

He suddenly heard Simon‘s voice from the overhead speakers. “C’mon, Blanche! We brought you here to interact with 999, not to run away from it!”

“Firstly, you never said anything about this anomaly being a Tickle Monster!” Travis shot back as he did another lap around the room. “And second! I am not letting said monster…well…tickle me..!”

“And why not? You wouldn’t happen to be…ticklish, would you~?”

The blush on Travis’s face said it all, yet he still denied it. “N-No..! I’m not!”

“Then quit trying to escape if you’re not ticklish.”

Ohhh how Travis so desperately wanted to make Agent Fisher eat those words. He knew he couldn’t keep running in circles forever; he was already sleep deprived and was losing strength in his knees. Cursed his flustered state. It’s not that he didn’t want to be tickled, he didn’t know if he was ticklish in the first place. Up to this point in his life, he couldn’t recall a time where he had ever been tickled. And now, getting a chance to experience it for the first time, he was trying to avoid it. But yet at the same time, he secretly wanted it to happen. He wanted to experience that silly, uncontrollable feeling that he recalled reading about during his early days of becoming a doctor. Unfortunately, his fight-or-flight instincts got the best of him.

He didn’t have time to debate it any further because he yelped in surprise when something suddenly wrapped around his ankle, tripping him. Whipping his head around, he saw 999 had one orange tendril wrapped around his ankle like a lasso. It chirped and tittered as if to say, “got you!”, and proceeded to envelope its victim’s boot and calf into its gelatinous body.

Travis yelped again in alarm at the feeling of feeling his lower leg being swallowed by this orange slime anomaly. He grimaced. This creature wasn’t seriously planning on eating him instead, was it? His question was immediately answered when his knee was engulfed in the slime trap next. Instead of feeling a row of hidden razor, sharp teeth tear into his flesh, he felt something entirely different; as soon as the orange slime touched his knee, Travis felt a fluttery almost feather-like feeling, followed by a growing bubbling sensation in the pit of his stomach. The urge to laugh.

Qu’est-ce que c’est?! Is this really what being tickled feels like?

Reflexively, Travis began kicking out his trapped leg, trying to free it. Except he couldn’t. He was taken back at how strong 999’s grip was. No matter how much he twisted and yanked and pulled on his leg, he couldn’t break free. 999 simply cooed a response, no doubt teasing about how he wasn’t going anywhere.

Kicking his way out wasn’t going to work. In fact, it only seemed to make the situation worse because the fluttery feeling around his knee simply increased. It spread behind his knee and even squeezed around his knee joint, making him reflexively kick out his other leg that was free. He was worried at first if all his uncontrollable kicking would hurt the anomaly; he didn’t want to accidentally kick 999 in its eye or mouth and hurt it. Fortunately, his kicks didn’t seem to harm the anomaly in any way. Its orange slimy surface seemed to absorb any blows it received, seeming to be indestructible.

Travis stubbornly clapped a hand over his mouth, refusing to crack. Blush was already starting to reach the tips of his ears. Could this get any worse?

Apparently, it could.

999 right away noticed the stubborn scientist trying to muffle his laughs as well as his fruitless attempts at trying to escape on his one free leg. So it simply caught his other flailing leg in its slime, swallowing it, too. It wasted no time and began tickling behind and around the scientist’s knees.

Travis couldn’t hold it back any longer. Having his other leg held into place and subjected to the same tickly feeling behind his knee ultimately made him crack.

“Kkthpbblt..! …MmHHHmhmhEEAAAhehahaha! W-Wahahait! Nohohoho!”

“Well, that certainly didn’t take as long as I thought,” Simon’s voice cut in over the speakers again. “I thought it would take longer for you to crack around SCP-999, but it looks like it doesn’t take more than a minute. Good to know!”

“Ohoho shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Travis pressed through giggles. He hated to admit it, but he was really hoping he would be able to outlast 999’s playful attack. This just proved he really was a super ticklish person. He just hoped the kids would never find out about this…

999, pleased that its victims was finally laughing, decided to continue and increase the ticklish feeling. Still keeping the scientist’s legs in place, it suddenly leapt on top of him, tickling all over his torso with its tendrils.

Travis let out a rather girly shriek as he felt a weight suddenly on top of him. But that quickly switched to loud, bright laughter when he felt his entire torso being scribbled and poked erratically. There were tendrils squeezing and poking his sides, vibrating against his rib cage, tracing across his stomach, and even trying to slip under his arms. And all the while, his lab coat and purple dress shirt did nothing to protect his sensitive skin.

“WaHAAAHAHAIT! AAAH! HehehAAAHAHAHA! N-Nohoho! AAAAH! EEEHEHEHEEHEE! S-StAAAHAHAHAP! WHAAAA! Mon dieu! OH MON DIEU! OH MON DIEU! D-Don’t you dahahahare!”

Travis frantically batted at 999’s dome head as he felt sneaky tendrils trying to untuck and unbutton his purple dress shirt. Ignoring his panicked request, 999 swiftly yanked up his shirt, undid the buttons, and pushed the fabric aside to expose the pale belly underneath.

999 immediately buried its face against the warm surface, nuzzling and nipping and extending two more tendrils to furiously dig under the doctor’s arms.

“NonononAAAAAAHAHAHAHAO!! ARRÊTER! ARRÊTER! A-ARRÊHEEHEEHEETER!! NAAAAHEEEEHEEHEEHEE!! NAHAHAHAO PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!!”

Travis screeched and squealed, trying to twist away from this evil tickle attack but it was no use. 999’s grip was like a boa constrictor’s. And it made sure he couldn’t escape because any attempt he made, resulted in the creature mercilessly tickling another bad spot he didn’t know about.

The tickly nibbles on his belly made him want to reflexively curl and protect that spot, but the second he tried to curl inward or on his side, 999 immediately dug and vibrated against his spine, forcing him to uncurl once again.

“EEEEHEEHEHEEEEEK!! STAAAAHEEHEEHEE!! S’il vous plaît! StAAHAhap doihihing thahahat!” Travis giggle-whined as 999 made him uncurl again. “Thahahat’s soho nohohot fahahahair!”

999 simply tittered at his response, clearly enjoying the playful suffering it was putting the young scientist through. But it wanted to hear more of his sweet, childlike laughter.

So it inched its face higher so it could bury its face against his neck. Travis let out another high-pitched squeal when the side of his neck was attacked with tickly nibbles. Even 999 simply purring against his neck tickled just as bad.

“EEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEEEK!! NAAAAHEEHEHEEHEE!! NOHOHO PLEAHEHEEHEEHEASE!!”

He tried scrunching up his shoulder to protect his sensitive neck, but that in turn made 999 nibble at the other side of his neck.

Travis gave up trying to protect his neck, settling for trying to guard his torso and underarms instead. The scientist tried to clamp his arms down while attempting to button his shirt back up. Or at least try to get it to cover his stomach once more.

But 999 noticed his attempts, and released his neck, diving back to tickle his belly again.

“Wait! WAHAHAHAIT! NON! NOHOHON! NAHAHAT AGAAAHAHAHAIN! S’il vous plaît! S’IL VOUS PLAÎT! Go bAHAHACK to my neheheheck again!”

But 999 didn’t listen. It came to the conclusion that this was clearly a bad spot for Travis, and that just encouraged it to stay here!

The poor flustered doctor frantically batted at 999’s head like an angry kitten, trying to get it anywhere else but his stomach. This couldn’t possibly get any worse, could it?

One sneaky stray tendril brushing over his navel did it. Travis screeched and accidentally sucked in a breath too quick, he snorted. Even 999 paused its tickly assault to gurgle curiously and tilt its head like a confused puppy.

Blush consumed Travis’ entire face as he hid behind his hands, clearly embarrassed at the weird sound he just emitted. He never even knew could make such silly sounds like that.

Intrigued, 999 lightly brushed over the scientist’s bellybutton. Travis jolted like he had been electrocuted, emitting another muffled snort behind his hands. He frantically shook his head and babbled incoherently as he felt 999’s tendrils peel his hands away from his face, pinning them up next to his head.

“Nonononononono! Oh mon dieu! Oh mon dieu! N-No! Don’t..! Don’t you dare! Don’t! You! Dare!”

999 cheekily tittered, bringing the single tendril back to softly trace circles around his tummy, slowly inching towards his bellybutton.

“Oh MON DIEU! NahaHAHAHAO!” Travis panicked as the tendril traced agonizing circles around the little spot, his tummy quivering madly. His stomach was tingling with so much anticipation; it felt like he just ate a swarm of live butterflies.

Travis tried curling up on his side and sucking in his stomach as much as he could to avoid that evil tendril, but his efforts were useless. 999 simply grabbed onto his hips, and straightened him back onto his back.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! Je t’en prie! NO! D-Don’t..!” Travis screamed like if he was being murdered before laughing his hardest as 999’s tendril plunged into his bellybutton and wiggled rapidly. “AAAAAAAHEHEHAAAAAAHAHAAAA!! OH MOHOHON DIEU!! *snort* NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAO!! STAAAAAA—*snort*—HAHAHAHAHAAAAAP!! NAAAHEEHEEHEEHEEAAAHAHAHA!!”

Ohhh how Travis hated all the involuntary snorts he kept emitting between hysterics. He wished he could stop, but these accursed snorts were like a dam; once broken, there’s no stopping it. The poor doctor’s entire face was the color of a cherry tomato. His glasses were askew on his face from how much he was whipping his head from side to side. Tears were already threatening to spill from his tightly shut eyes. He was sure his sides were going to split any moment. But yet, despite all that, Travis was actually having fun. He was enjoying it.

He never recalled a time before this when he had genuinely laughed so hard. Well, maybe except that one time where he encountered his first cryptid, but did that really count? It was too short and too quick to even count it as a true experience. Here, being at the playful mercy of SCP-999, it felt different. Intense euphoria rushed through his entire body like adrenaline. In that moment, he couldn’t think of anything else but the ticklish torment. No fear, no nightmares, no trauma, no memories of his dark past, no sadness. Just pure joy. And, of course, the unbearable tickly assault on his navel. So embarrassing…

999 was very pleased that it was able to make Dr. Blanche make that funny, adorable snorting sound. It made him sound like a little piggy! Which 999 just couldn’t seem to get enough of. But it knew it had to stop soon. So, to finish it off, 999 engulfed Travis’ entire torso in its slime, vigorously vibrating its surface; the equivalent of giving multiple big raspberries.

Travis just about died. To him, his entire torso was being assaulted from all angles by these evil raspberries. His sides, his ribs, just right below his underarms, his upper and lower stomach, his waistline, and his bellybutton all at once.

His laughter went silent for a moment before he snorted rather loudly, and laughed his absolute hardest. “…AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAHAAAAAA!! NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! *snort* NOHOHON!! NOHON S’IHIHIL VOUS PLAAAAA—HAHAHA—PLAIT!! *snort* STAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA!! *snort* NINE NIHIHINE NIIIIIHIHINE!! PLEEEEEAAHEEHEE—*snort* JE T’EN PRIE—HEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE!! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT ANYMORE!! *snort* JE T’EN PRIE!! JE T-TAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!! JE T’EN PRIE!! *snort* PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! STAAAAAHAHAHAHAP!! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!”

Hearing the desperate cry and feeling Ike he had had enough, 999 finally released Dr. Blanche. It sat next to him, quietly gurgling while waiting patiently for Travis to recover. Travis laid there motionless on the floor for several long minutes, panting heavily. His hair was a mess and his glasses were crooked on his forehead. He just wanted to get the air back into his lungs. 999 nudged and softly cooed at the scientist. It seemed like it wanted to check and see if he was okay.

Travis slowly sat up, clutching his sore stomach. He fixed his glasses before meeting 999’s concerned gaze, giving it a warm smile. “Hey, don’t feel bad. You stopped right when I needed you to. It’s all good, okay? I actually feel a lot more better now thanks to you, 999.” 999 chirped happily, glomping the doctor in another tackle hug.

“Aaah! Sacré bleu! Non! Don’t go starting this whole little chaotic game of yours again!” Travis nervously joked. As fun as that whole tickle game was, he didn’t want to be the victim of another one again. At least, not right now.

999 tittered and slid down to cuddle in the scientist’s lap, purring like a cat. Travis chuckled and began buttoning his now wrinkled shirt back up. When that was done, he rested a delicate hand on top of 999’s head, who purred louder. Then, just to be cheeky once more, 999 tittered like a gremlin and shoved its head underneath the purple shirt. Travis let out a surprise squeal at the feeling of a purring mouth pressing threateningly against his bellybutton again. “N-NAAAhahao! Pleaheeheehease nohohot again! Misericorde! Misericorde!”

Fortunately, 999 took pity on the poor tired scientist and slithered out of his shirt. Travis let out a huge sigh of relief. He had to admit, despite being tickle tortured for what felt like an eternity, he was feeling a lot happier than he had ever been in a long time. It felt like the biggest weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he could breathe again. His mind didn’t feel so foggy with nightmares or visions of his past anymore. In fact, he couldn’t even recall his nightmares or any other negative thoughts. He felt genuine euphoria and this mild feeling of optimism; that same optimism that any happy kid would have, like he was sure everything was going to be okay from now on.

“Thank you, 999,” Travis whispered to the anomaly. “I mean it. You really helped me with something I never thought I would be able to let go. Thank you for that.” 999 beamed and happily gurgled as if to say “you’re welcome”.

After all that laughing and screeching and squirming, and being sleep deprived, Travis’ remaining strength and energy had been sapped up. He couldn’t stifle back the big yawns. He longed for the comfort of his bed, but was far too tired to even get up. Even his eyelids were starting to droop.

999 noticed how visibly exhausted the scientist looked so it carefully lifted and cradled him, carrying him to the door.

“Annnd that’s our cue that Dr. Blanche’s ‘play date’ with 999 has finally ended,” Simon stated, nodding to the personnel to fetch their sleepy victim.

“Okay, 999, hand him over. We’ll take it from here,” one of the guards spoke.

999 emitted a little whine and hugged Travis closer. Simon chuckled, knowing that reaction far too well. “Don’t worry, 999. You’ll get your chance to play with Blanche again another time, okay? Right now, he really needs to get some sleep.” 999 cooed understandingly and released the doctor.

Simon helped Travis stand up, and assisted him back to his dorm room. He had to bite back another laugh because he honestly felt like he was lugging a drunk friend back home. “So…didn’t I tell you this would be a great experience? Learn on the job, eh?” Simon joked.

Travis rolled his eyes, blush coating his cheeks again. “Oh, shut up, ya hoser! You’re a filthy, lying…dip twit!” He tried to sound mean, but the smile on his face proved otherwise.

“Aw, c’mooon! No ‘thank you, Fisher, for making me experience my first meeting with the Tickle Monster?’”

Travis sputtered and blushed harder. “Stohohop saying that!”

Simon couldn’t help but tease. “Why? Is it the Tickle Mosnter part that gets you flustered or just hearing the word tickle?”

Travis giggle-whined, burying his face against the older agent’s shoulder. “Staaaaahahahap! Just…stohohop sahahaying thaaaat!”

“Haha! I knew it!” Simon laughed. “It does fluster you! You just seem too adorable to be a researcher here.” He ruffled the younger scientist’s hair.

Travis giggled and batted at the other’s hand before muttering something in French that sounded like cuss words.

“Hey, hey, hey, watch the language,” Simon half-joked. “Or else I’ll throw you back into 999’s chambers and keep you there until tomorrow.” He poked him in the side. “Got that?”

Travis yelped and giggled once more. “Understood.”

“Good. Alright, well get some sleep, okay? We’ll be here for you tomorrow when you wake up, but no rush in getting up early. Sleep in if you’d like. You and the kids are going to need to fix that awful sleep schedule of yours, and it starts with getting proper rest.” Simon smiled and gave Blanche one last hair ruffle. “Sleep tight, kid.”

Travis sleepily smiled. “Thank you, sir. Good night to you as well. And…thank you…for everything. I never would have gotten through this without you and 999’s help.” He paused with a shy smile. “Especially 999’s.”

“Anytime, kid. Good night.”

“Good night.” Travis let out a happy sigh as soon as he closed his dorm door. “Wow…what a night!” He said to himself. “But at least I don’t have to worry about any nightmares anymore. Hopefully. And if not, then I’m sure I can go to 999 again…right? Oh mon dieu, whyyyy am I actually thinking about going back and willingly allowing 999 to…torture me again?! Geez! Now I’m getting all fluttery thinking about it!”

That fluttery butterfly feeling in his stomach came back at the mere thought of getting tickled by 999 again. He blushed when he remembered how Simon set him up with 999 earlier. Then his blush darkened when he realized that Simon and the other guards now knew of his silly weakness from watching him on the security footage. And all of the embarrassing sounds he could make when tickled in certain spots. Ohhh so embarrassing!

Travis just hoped that Simon and the others would keep their mouths shut and not mention this to anyone, especially to the kids. They didn’t need to know about this. If anyone found out, he would never live it down.

Shaking the thought off, Travis changed out of his work clothes. He slipped on a baggy black shirt that read: Area 51 Escapee in bright green lettering, and a pair of light gray pajama pants with UFOs on them. Then, he tossed his worn clothes into a heap by his bed before crawling into bed. He snuggled under the covers with a happy sigh.

Things were definitely going to be different from now on with him and the kids now joining the SCP Foundation family. But they were in a better place now, and they were free. They could finally be happy and together like the found family they always wanted to be. Granted, they were a very strange, albeit dangerous-looking family, but they were a family regardless.

Travis closed his eyes with a smile, dreaming about what games he was going to play with the kids tomorrow as soon as they all woke up.

THE END



[trashyswitch]

Day 15: Tickle Fight

Logan wakes up in SCP-999's room, and sees 999's sleeping position for the very first time. He is thrown off guard at first...But despite it being 2am, 999 wakes up and seems to want to play with Logan.

Day 15! We're pretty much halfway! I hope you enjoy!

Logan had woken up in the familiar cell. He rubbed his neck and stretched himself out a little bit. Where was he? Was he still in the cell from before? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that there were toys all over the place. The toys looked…familiar. A couple of these toys, he could remember personally playing with. 

He looked around the room, and soon fell upon a dome-shaped ball in the corner of the room. Logan raised his eyebrows. That’s a large ball. And…it looked like it was breathing. Was it alive? Or rather, sentient?

Logan got up onto his feet and walked up to the dome. He circled himself around it with confusion, staring at it with all angles. It looked like…SCP-999. But…it was ball-shaped with its beady black eyes facing the ceiling. It looked like the SCP was staring at the ceiling…just contemplating the abstract world around it. 

It was…almost beautiful. But also haunting at the same time. 

Logan silently jumped and froze when he felt a vibration in his pocket. Logan reached into his pocket super quickly, and pulled out the vibrating object. It was his walkie-talkie! Logan answered the walkie-talkie. “Hello?” Logan whispered. 

“Logan. Glad to see you’re awake.” The person said. 

Logan looked around, and spoke into the walkie-talkie again. “I’m surprised I’m still here.” Logan admitted. 

“Usually one of our staff comes to wake you up…” The staff member said. “But the guy on the last shift left without getting you out.” The staff member explained. “Have you ever seen 999 sleep before?” He asked. 

Logan shook his head. “Is it normal for him to be this shape?” Logan asked. 

“Yup…it’s quite normal.” The staff member replied. “Are you in need of a snack, or a drink?” The staff member asked. 

Logan nodded his head. “Sure. I’ll take a drink.” He told them. 

Soon, a water bottle showed up in the room, having been dispensed from a small tray installed inside the wall of the room. Logan took the water bottle with a smile. “Thanks.” He opened the water bottle and took a couple gulps of it before putting the lid back on. 

Logan opened up his bag and pulled out the map. Using his phone as a flashlight, Logan checked around the site, and observed the specific SCP’s he could visit if he so chooses. He checked the different numbers, and looked them up so he knew what each SCP was. When he found out that SCP’s nickname, Logan would write it down. He wanted to make sure he knew every SCP in case he visited. Though most of the SCP’s were marked down on his map, Logan had a couple more to do. 

His attention was temporarily paused when he felt a little tap on his leg. Logan looked up and smiled when he saw who it was: 999 had woken up, and was now gurgling and clapping its pseudopods together. Logan couldn’t help but giggle as he put his map into the backpack. “Hello there. How are you?” Logan asked. 

999 wrapped its pseudopods around Logan and gave him a small squeeze. 

Logan grunted with a laugh. “Ihihi know. I missed you too.” Logan replied, patting 999’s back. 

999 rubbed its face against Logan’s shoulder and grew more pseudopods from its body. One of the pods fluffed up his hair, making Logan chuckle for a few seconds. The other pseudopod attached itself to Logan’s neck. 

This made Logan gasp and squeak, giggling helplessly as he felt the jelly-like pod flutter against his neck. “eeEEheheek! Nine-nihinetyhyhy-nihihihine! Ihit’s too ehehearly for thihihis!” Logan giggled. 

“Actually…it is currently 2am.” The staff member mentioned through the walkie-talkie. 

“Myhyhyhy pohoint ehehexactlyhy!” Logan shot back. 

“This’ll be our first time observing 999 in the middle of the night.” The staff member told him.

Logan placed his hand onto the pseudopod against his neck, rubbing it as he giggled. 999 understood this as ‘time to stop’, and removed the pod from his neck. 999 gurgled curiously, as if asking ‘are you okay?’. 

Logan looked at 999 and smiled. “I’m okay.” Logan replied. 

999 looked around at the toys that littered the ground, and began contemplating what toy to play with. When the creature saw the rope, 999 grabbed it with its pseudopods and carried it up to Logan. 999 pulled on the rope on either side, emphasizing the idea of ‘pulling on the rope’, before giving it to Logan with a curious little gurgle. 

“Hm?” Logan asked, not fully understanding. 

999 waved the rope in front of him, prompting him to grab the rope. When he did, 999 started gently pulling on it, almost like he was explaining a game of tug-of-war. 

But…Logan let go of the rope in his confusion. “If you wanted it so bad, you could’ve just asked.” Logan admitted. 

999 hung its ‘head’ and gave it to Logan again. When he grabbed it, 999 pulled on it with its pods. Logan actually tried pulling back this time, making him excited. When Logan looked up, he quickly saw the look of excitement and…almost playfulness on 999’s face as it pulled. Logan smiled and kept pulling. “tug-of-war, huh?” Logan asked. 

999 nodded as it kept pulling. 

“Okay. Bring it on!” Logan declared, pulling a little harder. 

“Dr. Bright might want to observe this, actually.” The staff member got off the walkie-talkie. “Dr. Bright to Observatory 999. Dr. Bright to Observatory 999.” The staff member said into the intercom. 

Logan pulled a little bit more, using his knees as leverage as he pulled. “How…strong are you?” Logan asked, a slight bit of strain in his voice. 

999 shrugged its ‘shoulders’ before pulling a little harder. 

Logan smiled and pulled a small bit more, having almost reached his maximum strength. It looked like Logan and 999 were matched in strength…because no one seemed to have moved! 

“This is a great opportunity to see how strong 999 is.” The walkie-talkie spoke. 

Logan pulled a bit more, wrapping the rest of the rope around his hand. “Come…on…comeon…” Logan muttered. 

999 was letting out strained grunts too, showing it was actually working hard to pull back. It looked like Logan was a good opponent for 999. There’s gotta be a moment when one of the opponents wins. 

“You’re…a lot…ssstronger…than I thought.” Logan admitted. 

999 snickered into its little pod as it looked over at the camera in the corner of the room. Strangely enough, this didn’t hinder its strength in the slightest. 

Logan pulled on the rope, and gave it a small yank. This yank took 999 off guard, surprising it as it slid closer to Logan. Noticing this, Logan began to take advantage of 999’s slippery body by pulling bit by bit. 

“Looks like Logan is getting the upper hand!” The walkie-talkie reacted. 

Despite getting the upper hand, Logan could notice the silly little look on 999’s face. 999 was staring at him, almost like it was distracted. Wait…

Then, 999 pulled a SUPER evil move: 

It all started with a big yawn, and a smack of its lips…then, it ended with 999 yanking on the rope at lightning speed! 

Logan, thrown off guard by this move, was pulled right into 999’s body! 999 quickly caught Logan with its pods around his chest, and snickered almost evilly. 

Logan, realizing he lost, looked over his shoulder at the SCP. “Uhhh…Mercy?” Logan asked. 

999 only responded with its version of a raspberry on his neck. 

“eeeEEEEHEEHEEHEEK! NAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nihihine-nine-nihihine!” Logan yelled. 

999 gurgled almost in a teasy fashion, gurgling little bits of gibberish in his ear. 

This was more than enough to fluster Logan. “Nohoho teeheeheasihihing ihin gihihibberihish! Plehehehehease!” Logan begged. 

999 smiled brightly and started planting kisses onto Logan’s right cheek and neck. Every little kiss made the hair on his arms stand up…not out of fear, of course…but more out of surprise. He’s been tickled by 999 many times now, but he still couldn’t fathom how a jello person was capable of inflicting such funny little feelings on a person so effectively. It was almost overwhelming. 

“Ohohokahahay, yohohou wihin! You wihihihin! Ihihi gihive uhuhuhup!” Logan told it. 

Though 999 stopped giving him the tickly kisses, the SCP didn’t stop tickling him. 999 only began using the pseudopods to uncover his shirt and tickle his bare belly and sides. It didn’t tickle any less. In fact, it almost tickled more! 

“Ohohoho nohohoHOHO! 999 NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan’s laughter almost tripled in seconds! Why was that? Well…maybe it had to do with the pseudopods on his ribs. 

“EEEK! NOHOHOHO! NOHOT THERE! NONO-NAHAHAHAHA!” Logan yelled. 

999 almost purred in response, loving listening to Logan’s lovely laugh. 

“Are the tickle fights too much? Do you need a break?” Dr. Bright asked through the walkie-talkie. 

Logan shook his head. “I’M GOOD. IHIHI’M GOHOHOOD.” Logan replied. 

“Okay. Let us know if it gets to be too much.” Dr. Bright told him through the walkie-talkie before logging off. 

Logan’s laughter echoed through the place for a little longer, before Logan tapped out. And I can say that this man literally tapped out by tapping 999’s head with his fingers. 

Thankfully, 999 understood what this meant, and stopped tickling to give him a break. Logan took some time recovering from his tickle attack, while 999 held his hand with one of its pods. Logan gave the pod a playful little squeeze. 

When Logan felt rested enough, he got up and started writing about his experiences with 999 that day. He wrote about the late night tickle fight, and the game of tug-of-war that they played. He wrote the notes in his book, before ripping out the papers and putting them together with a paperclip. 

With that all done, Logan gave 999 a hug and wished him farewell. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Logan told it. 

999 hugged him back and nuzzled into his chest before letting him go. 999 then slid itself over to the middle of the room, and rolled itself into the dome-like shape. It looked like 999 was going to sleep. Logan let him do that and left the room. 

Logan put the papers into the mailbox beside 999’s room, and pulled out his walkie-talkie. “My notes are in the mailbox near 999’s room, ready for pick up.” Logan told it. 

“Thanks Logan.” Dr. Bright said. “Have a good rest.” 

Logan smiled and clicked his side of the walkie-talkie on. “Thank you. You as well.” Logan replied. By the time he made it to his sleeping quarters, he was ready to crash from over-exertion. The poor thing was beyond exhausted. He didn’t even feel like he had enough energy to call the family back home. 

Logan crawled himself into the bed, pulled the covers onto himself, and felt his entire body doze off pretty much right away. He had never felt so ready for sleep before. But now…he has. And he welcomed it gratefully. 

[trashyswitch]

Day 23: Sweet

Dr. Collingwood conducts an experiment on SCP-999 to see how 999 will react to music. After a little bit of music, another staff member recognizes a slight error in her experiment, and comes with a piano to help her out.

Well, I still haven't given up on tickletober. I'm determined to finish it, even if it's the last thing I do! So here you go, and I hope you enjoy!

Experiment Log for SCP-999-01

Approved by O5-█

Monitored by O5-█ and O5-█

Project Head: Dr. I. Collingwood

Date: ██/██/████

Test Subject: SCP-999

Procedure: To play different types of music for SCP-999 and record the specimen’s reactions. 

Results: SEE REPORT

Notes from Dr. Collingwood: “As the head researcher and current caretaker of SCP-999, I am well aware of 999 being allowed to roam the facility anytime. I am also aware that anyone is allowed to enter 999’s pen between 8am and 8pm. However, I have ordered that all personnel be kept out of 999’s pen for the sake of this experiment. Today’s experiment will involve checking 999’s general intelligence. I plan on playing different types of music through a speaker to see how 999 reacts to the music. The plan is to record 999’s mood changes and general comprehension of the different types of music.” 

[BEGIN LOG] 

Dr. Collingwood: (opens containment door) Now entering the pen of SCP-999. 

999: (gurgles excitedly, bouncing up and down while clapping its pseudopods together.) 

Dr. Collingwood: Hi 999! How are you, little guy?

999: (Bounces up to Dr. Collingwood) 

Dr. Collingwood: (picks up 999) Awww, sweet little thing… 

999: (Whimpers, nuzzles into Dr. Collingwood’s neck) 

Dr. Collingwood: (giggles) I missed you too, 999.

999: (Happy gurgles) 

Dr. Collingwood: (puts 999 down) I came here to see how you react to music. Okay?” 

999: (Sits there for a few seconds, staring at her.) 

Dr. Collingwood pulls out her phone and a speaker. She appears to scroll through before clicking on the song ‘Better Days’ by OneRepublic. Right away, 999 jumps and turns its ‘head’ towards the blue speaker. It looks confused about what a speaker is, and how the song is playing. But when the beat starts to play, 999 raises itself up, and slowly starts to bounce its body to the music. 

Dr. Collingwood: “You like that, sweetheart?” 

999: (nods head) 

When the chorus happens, the drum beat seems to stop. 999 appears to notice this, and lessens his own bouncing for a few moments. But when the beat starts up again for the second verse, 999 starts bouncing again. This time, 999 is bouncing left and right. 

Dr. Collingwood: (smiles and starts dancing to the music with her hands) 

999: (Appears to mimic her dance moves) 

Dr. Collingwood lifts her hands up and starts to play the air drums. 999 notices this, and appears to start mimicking her drumming with its pseudopods.

Dr. Collingwood: 1, 2, 3, 4! 1, 2, 3, 4! (counts with fingers) 

999: (watches curiously, before looking at their pseudopods) 

Dr. Collingwood: You wanna try? 1, 2, 3, 4! (counts with fingers)

999 looks up at Dr. Collingwood and starts ‘counting’ with its pseudopod. But the pseudopod lacks the fingers to count. It looks like 999’s attempting to imitate her, but cannot understand what the counting is for.

Dr. Collingwood: Okay…So I guess you don’t know how to count. (picks up speaker) How about this: 

Dr. Collingwood starts clapping her hands together to the beat. Quickly, 999 catches on and starts clapping its pseudopods to the beat as well.

Dr. Collingwood: Alright. What song should I play next… 

Dr. Collingwood pulls her phone out and starts playing the song ‘Somewhere Sweet’ by Scott Helman. 

Dr. Collingwood: This is a slower song. It doesn’t require tapping, but requires swaying back and forth. Like this: (Sways back and forth) 

999: (Watches curiously, imitates Dr. Collingwood’s swaying) 

Dr. Collingwood: Yeah, like that! Just like that!

999 and Dr. Collingwood continued to sway for another minute to the song. By the time the chorus comes around, 999 is doing its own thing and waving its pseudopods to the song. 

Dr. Collingwood: You having fun? 

999: (nods eagerly, gurgles)

Dr. Collingwood: (Sings the song) 

999: (gurgles louder) 

Dr. Collingwood: (Singing) And I wanna be, yeah…somewhere sweet, somewhere sweet…And I wanna be, yeah…somewhere sweet, somewhere sweet…

999 appears to slide itself up to Dr. Collingwood and hugged her from behind.

Dr. Collingwood: Awww…Thank you, 999. 

999: (gurgles happily and engulfs Dr. Collingwood in its pseudopods.) 

Dr. Collingwood: Uh oh…(chuckles nervously) What are you planning? And why do you smell like M&M’s? 

999: (gurgles) 

999 starts to engulf Dr. Collingwood with its pseudopods, before tickle-wrestling her.

Dr. Collingwood: eEEK! Hold on-! HAHAhahaha! (guffaws and rolls around) It Tickles! It’s ticklish! (continues laughing)

999: (Gurgles happily)

Dr. Collingwood: Nine-nine-nine! (Keeps laughing) What happened- (giggles) -to the music? (throws her head back with laughter)

999: (Coos and ‘shrugs its shoulder’) 

Dr. Collingwood: (Gasps) WAIT! (squeals) NOT THAT! (cackles) Pleeease! (giggles) It’s too much! 

Dr. Collingwood’s laughter appears to lessen as 999 raises its body up to her upper chest area. It appears that 999 has moved spots to lessen the tickles for Dr. Collingwood. 

Dr. Collingwood: Okay… (Giggles) Thank you. 

999 seems to coo before planting a ‘kiss’ on Dr. Collingwood’s cheek. This action is important to document, as this is the first known instance of 999 showing such forms of affection. 

Dr. Collingwood: (Coos) Awwww, that- (giggles) That was really sweet! 

999: (Purrs) 

Dr. Collingwood: Thank you, 999. 

999: (Happily coos)

As the second chorus plays, Dr. Collingwood and 999 go back to listening to the song. When the song ends, Dr. Collingwood’s swaying stops as she pulls out her phone again. 

O5-█: Dr. Collingwood, have you tried playing the music yourself? 

Dr. Collingwood: No, I haven’t. Thing is, I don’t really play any instruments. 

O5-█: You don’t play guitar or piano?

Dr. Collingwood: No…

O5-█: I do. I used to play the piano a lot when I was in high school. I know where I can find a keyboard. Want me to get it? 

Dr. Collingwood: Oh wow…Okay, sure! Join me with your keyboard.

O5-█ gets out of their chair and leaves the observation room. In 20 minutes, O5-█ walks into 999’s pen with a keyboard and sits on the floor.

O5-█: Look at this, 999. (Plays middle C up to G, before going back down to C) 

999: (Confused gurgles) 

O5-█: Each key makes a sound. (plays D♭, then down to A, B and C.) 

999: (Eager coos, hits a note) 

Dr. Collingwood: Yeah, like that! 

999: (looks up to O5-█)

Dr. Collingwood: Alright O5-█. Show us what you’re made of. 

O5-█: Alright. I’m going to play Married Life by Michael Giacchino. (Turns on keyboard) From the Disney movie ‘Up’. 

Dr. Collingwood sits herself down and listens as O5-█ plays the keyboard like a grand piano. pokes a key) elling by the sound, the song starts off relatively happy. Its cheerfulness appears to make 999 sway back and forth. 

Dr. Collingwood: (smiles) You’re right, 999. This song always makes me wanna dance. 

Dr. Collingwood gets up and starts to dance and twirl around the room. 999 appears to imitate Dr. Collingwood by spinning around the room as well. O5-█ appears to watch this as they keep playing. Dr. Collingwood soon takes two of 999’s pseudopods and starts swinging them left and right, with 999 following suit. 999 and Dr. Collingwood both appear to be having a lot of fun. 

But as the song turns sad, Dr. Collingwood’s smile begins to drop. 999 notices this, and tilts its head in confusion. 

Dr. Collingwood: (Sits down, watches 999)

999: (Confused coos)

Dr. Collingwood: This is a sad part of the song. 

999: (cups Dr. Collingwood’s cheeks, nuzzles into Dr. Collingwood’s neck) 

Dr. Collingwood: (Squeaks and giggles) Awww…

O5-█: (Plays happier version of the song) 

999: (squeals and starts dancing around) 

[END LOG] 

Memo from Dr. Collingwood: “Though more tests will be required, results to date have been quite successful. 999 seems to respond well to music, as well as recognizing how influential music is on the human mind. Perhaps in time, 999 will consider the use of music when treating patients.”

[trashyswitch]

A Jiggly Friend

Mario and Luigi are given a chance to meet SCP-999. Luigi is very hesitant, but quickly warms up to the creature once he realizes he's a friend-shaped slime puppy.

This fanfic was suggested to me by @gamequeenanya! It was actually a direct message through Discord. I had asked her for ideas of who 999 should meet, and she said "What about Mario and Luigi?". And MY GOD, I LOVED THE IDEA! So, I made this! I hope you enjoy!

Two quiet pairs of footsteps could be heard filling the echoey hallway. Locked steel doors and pure white walls filled the hallway they walked in. The two beings that filled this hallway with their footsteps, felt very out of place in this kind of environment. They couldn’t describe the feeling of overwhelming curiosity mixed with the unbelievable sense of doom. This collective of emotions made the two people wary and cautious as they walked. Slowly, their eyes gazed upon the countless number groups on the doors. 

“M-Mario…I don’t like this…” One of the men told the other. 

“We’re really close. We just need to find the right door.” The other man said. 

“What if…I don’t like it?” The man dressed in green, had asked. 

“Don’t worry, Luigi. You will like this one. I’m sure of it.” The man named Mario, had told the man in green. 

Luigi walked to the door at the end of the hallway, and looked at Mario. “It’s the 999 number, right?” he asked. 

Mario looked at the paper in his hand, and nodded his head. “Yup. SCP-999.” Mario told him. 

Luigi bit his lip and looked through the windows of the chamber. “Hmm…” He looked inside the windows, and saw the glob of orange that was hopping around the containment chamber. “Is…is that it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario looked through the window and smiled. “That’s 999. Isn’t he cute?” Mario asked him. 

“He’s...I don’t know…” Luigi muttered aloud. “He’s strange-looking, but…” Luigi widened his eyes as he saw the creature getting closer. Luigi widened his eyes as he saw it slide its way closer to the window. Luigi stared at the creature with newfound awe and wonder, as 999 blubbered and ‘bounced around’ with its body. 

Mario smiled and pulled out the key card they had been given. He slid the card down, and watched as the red light turned green as it made a clicking sound. Mario pulled on the door, opening it and looking at Luigi. “You ready?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded with a smile as he got up and away from the window. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” he replied. 

Mario pulled the door open a slight bit more, and gasped as he saw 999 just waiting for the boys to enter. Mario entered first, and kept the door open for his brother. Luigi moved through the door as well, and took a moment to hear the door close behind him. “Okay…” Luigi looked over at SCP-999 and waved at it. “Hello.” Luigi greeted awkwardly, unsure what else to say. 

Mario knelt down. “Hi 999. I’m Mario.” He greeted. “And this is Luigi.” He told 999, hugging Luigi close to him. “He’s my brother.” Mario told it. 

Right away, Mario could smell something rather comforting from their childhood. 

“M-Mario?” Luigi looked at his brother. “Is…is it normal for 999 to make you feel…excited?” Luigi asked as he felt giggles bubbling up in his lungs. Mario giggled. “Do you smell Papa’s waffles?” He asked. 

Luigi nodded. “Y-Yeah…I don’t know how, but…I do.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “999 can emit familiar smells to make you feel euphoric and nostalgic.” he explained. 

SCP-999 let out some gurgling sounds as it made two pseudopods appear from its body. The first pseudopod touched Mario’s cheek, making Mario widen his eyes and smile as he cooed in emotional happiness. The second pseudopod was going to touch Luigi, but decided to wait patiently for its turn. 

Luigi was confused by Mario’s reaction at first. Mario only acts like that around babies and puppies. And this creature was not even close to a puppy. “M…Mario-” Luigi tried not to laugh at him as he saw Mario blushing and smiling widely. He looked like an elated toddler. “Are you okay?” Luigi asked, covering his mouth slightly as he chuckled. 

Mario let out a fit of giggly laughter. “Ihihi probably look so stupid right now…” Mario mentioned, making Luigi laugh as well. “Buhut…I don’t care. I feel amazing.” He admitted. 

Luigi looked at 999 and saw the pseudopod just sitting there. Seeing how Mario was reacting, Luigi reached out for the pseudopod. “May I?” He asked politely. When the second pseudopod reached up and touched Luigi’s hand, Luigi widened his eyes and looked at 999 with shock and…growing euphoria of his own. “W-Wow…” Luigi reacted, feeling a toothy smile growing on his lips. He laughed a bit as he felt the SCP’s strange texture. It threw him off guard at first…It felt like orange peanut butter! But the curiosity seemed to trickle out of his mind the longer he held 999’s pseudopod. “Hehehe…Ihis this what you were-” 

Mario nodded. “Uh huh. How do you feel?” Mario asked his brother with a giggle. 

“Ihi…I get it now…” Luigi muttered, hanging his head and giggling. “I feel great!” 

Mario bursted out laughing at Luigi’s face. “Ihit’s like you were just told we were going to Disney world again…” Mario mentioned with a laugh. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yeah…” 

999 looked towards Mario, and slid its body onto Mario, engulfing him in the peanut-butter substance. Mario gasped and froze in shock. The substance felt cold, yet…comforting. And his body felt wet, but dry all at once. It was…really strange. 

“Is…is he hugging you?” Luigi asked, both nervous, but also calm at the same time. This creature was making him feel so many emotions at once, that he couldn’t even think straight anymore. 

Mario smiled a bit. “It…feels like water, but...thicker.” Mario admitted. “Ihit’s weihihird-” Mario jumped and jolted as giggles and laughter left his mouth. “Wahahait, whahat are you dohohoihihing- eeEEK!” Mario squeaked before leaning his head back as he fell into a fit of laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha!” Mario laughed, wiggling around somewhat roughly and kicking his feet inside 999’s translucent body. 

Luigi stared at Mario, beyond confused. “What is…I don’t get it.” Luigi told him. 

“Ihihit tihickles- Ihihihit TIHICKLEHEHES-! AAAHAHAhahahaha!” Mario laughed somewhat heavily, wiggling around a little harder. 

Luigi had to cover his mouth to prevent from laughing. There was no way…How could it be tickling Mario from inside its body?! And how was Mario so…calm about it?! Usually Mario was a wiggly tickler. So you’d have to be really strong and ready to dodge if you were going to tickle him and come out unscathed. But Mario looked…almost powerless to 999’s gelatin-like body. It was so strange and yet…it looked really fun. 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t stohohop ihihihihit!” Mario reacted, opening his left eye as he removed his hand from 999’s body and covered up his own wobbly grin. 

Luigi couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him. The creature was making them act almost drunk without even a sip of alcohol! He had no idea why, but seeing his brother like this was making him lose his mind with laughter. It was absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t quite explain why! Luigi soon sat himself up and let out a cheer. “Woooo! God, this is awesome!” Luigi reacted. 

“Ohokahay, ohohokahahay- Thahat’s enough plehehehease-!” Mario begged, fighting a little harder. “Ihihit’s toohohoohohoo muhuhuch!” Mario admitted. “Gehehet Luihihigihihi!” Mario said next. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “Wait, what?! Hey!” Luigi reacted. 

999 seemed to understand his request, and gently let Mario go by sliding his body out from its body. When Mario was let go, he had hugged himself with his arms and kicked his feet a little bit to combat the leftover tickles that still plagued him. It also didn’t help that he had developed butterflies in his stomach, which had ALSO begun tickling him from inside. 

“You okay?” Luigi asked, not entirely used to seeing Mario so overwhelmingly happy. 

“Hahahaha- Hahaha- Yohohou gohotta try ihihit!” Mario told him. 

Luigi was about to give him a reply, but was interrupted by the feeling of a cold substance filling his back, before surrounding his front all the way up to his shoulders. “Whoa-!” Luigi reacted, looking down as his body was covered in orange. “Uuuuh…” Luigi looked behind him slightly, and saw 999’s ‘face’ looking at him. “Hi?” He said, giggling a little bit. 

999 gurgled happily and nuzzled its ‘face’ into the back of Luigi’s head for a few moments, earning a few giggles from Luigi. He enjoyed the nuzzles for a bit, before feeling gentle, tickly vibrations against the back of his neck. “eeEEHEHEHEEEK!” Luigi laughed, attempting to lean his head back to stop the tickles. But 999 couldn’t be squished down! All he could do was laugh! “Wahahait-!” Luigi gasped and started wiggling around as more tickly vibrations filled his body. “WAHAHAhahaha! Ihihihit’s sohohohoho weihihihihird!” Luigi giggled. 

“I know, right!? It feels like back massagers against your ticklish spots.” Mario reacted. 

999 gurgled and cooed as it tickled everywhere it could reach. It was strange being tickled by such an unusual creature. Any other time, Luigi would probably be surprised and fighting to get out. But…999’s euphoric effect was making him all giddy. This made the tickle attack feel more…fun than anything else! 

“Do you need it to stop?” Mario asked. 

Luigi tensed up and squeezed his arms against his sides. “Nohohot yehehehet- GAHAHAHAHAA! NOT THERE- NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Luigi cackled, his wiggles almost doubling. 

Mario chuckled and patted Lu’s left shoulder which was poking out of 999’s body. “If you need it to stop, let me know.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and squealed, unable to stop his jolts and kicks. “OHOHOKAHAHAY, EHEHENOUHUGH PLEHEHEASE!” Luigi begged, his hat falling off his head when he threw his head back. 

Mario picked up the green hat and looked at 999. “He wants you to stop.” Mario told him. 

With a few gurgles in response, 999 calmed itself down and went still. Luigi’s cackles and laughter slowly began to calm down. Luigi leaned his head back and let out breaths of relief and exhaustion. “Ihi…Gosh…” Luigi looked at the top of 999. “How did you know my worst spot?” Luigi asked. 

999 nuzzled into Luigi’s face with a sense of worry in its gurgle. It was almost like 999 was trying to ask if he was okay, and if it went too far. But Luigi was quick to reassure 999. 

“Don’t worry. I’m okay. You’re in the clear.” Luigi told it. “It was kinda fun, actually…” Luigi bit his lip. “But then 999 found my shoulder blades…” He admitted with a chuckle. 

Mario chuckled and traced a finger against his brother’s upper back. “You always were sensitive there…” He admitted. 

Luigi jolted and arched his back, letting out surprised squeaks quickly followed up by laughter. “Mahahariohoho whyhyhyhy?!” Luigi asked. 

“Cause it’s funny!” Mario admitted. 

“Ihihis nohohot!” Luigi argued, turning himself around so his shoulder blades weren’t so exposed. Mario chuckled and stopped going for it. “Alright alright, I’m done.” Mario told him. “Hug?” He offered. 

Luigi smiled genuinely and wrapped his arms around him. Though he was slightly nervous Mario would go for the really bad spot, He trusted his brother more than anyone else in the world. And nothing was going to change that, not even Mario. 

…Or so he believed…

A feeling of shock mixed with betrayal had taken over his mind as giggles erupted out of his lungs. “Wa-wahahahait- Mahariohoho whahat ahahare yohou-” Luigi hid his face against his brother’s shoulder and laughed into it. “Cohohome ohohohohohon!” Luigi reacted. 

“Listen, this is completely your fault! I’m surprised you trusted me so freely!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi wrapped his arms a little more around Mario and started tickling everywhere on his sides that he could reach. “Cahahan’t tihickle mehehehe ahand thehehen expehehect nohohothing bahahack.” Luigi warned. 

Mario jumped and cackled, wiggling around and struggling to get out of his grip. “eeEEHEHEEEEK! NAHAHAhahahaha! Letmego! Lehet mehehe gohohoho!” Mario giggled helplessly. “Whehehehen dihihid yohohou behecome so plahahahayfuhul?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Since meeting 999! Speaking of: Are you enjoying this?” Luigi asked, looking at 999 with a smirk on his face. 

999 gurgled and bobbed the top of its body up and down, similarly to a person nodding their head. 

Luigi laughed a bit and turned his brother around so Mario’s back was against his chest. “How about a little bit of this?” Luigi squeezed and skittered his fingers on his sides. 

Mario squeaked and threw his head back, cackling hysterically. “OHOHO NAHAHAHAHA! LUIHIHIGIHIHI IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIIIHEEHEHEHEEHEEE!” Mario yelled at him. “Oh, you’re gonna die?” Luigi asked with a smirk. “Tell me: Would you rather die by my hands? Or by 999’s paws?” Luigi asked. 

Mario hung his head and giggled, wiggling and moving around. “IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” Mario told him. 

“Hmmm…Well, I guess it’s either you’re tickled by your brother who’s known you for ages, or you’re tickled by the living embodiment of the tickle monster.” Luigi teased. “And I agree…that’s a hard choice to make.” Luigi teased. 

Mario struggled and wiggled in his arms, unable to stop the endless laughter that left his mouth. It was almost overwhelming how ticklish Luigi’s fingers were capable of being. And it embarrassed him more when he realized how powerless he was compared to his brother. Which, as an older brother, is pretty embarrassing. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP. IHIHIT’S TOOHOO TICKLIHIHIHISH.” Mario pleaded. 

Luigi smirked and looked at 999. “Is it time to stop?” He asked. 

999 slid up to Mario and touched his cheek with its pseudopod before gurgling and cooing. “Awww, 999’s giving you love too.” Luigi teased. 

Mario giggled and curled his neck in as the pseudopod moved itself under Mario’s cheek towards his jawline. Mario’s laughter had died down a little bit while Luigi had been momentarily distracted, allowing Mario to breathe a bit. “Ihihi feeheeheeheel ihihit.” Mario admitted. “Ihihihi feeheeheeheel thehe love.” Mario further explained. 

Luigi looked at 999 as he stopped his fingers altogether, and switched to hugging Mario from behind. “I love you, Mario.” Luigi said, resting his chin on Mario’s shoulder. Mario placed his hand on the side of Luigi’s face, and patted it softly. “Ihi thihihink the euphohohoria is gehetting to be too muhuhuhuch fohor you.” Mario admitted. “Wehehe should leheave.” Mario told him. 

Luigi sighed and smiled softly, nodding his head. “Okay.” He replied. 

He put Mario down and picked up his hat, putting it back on. “Thanks for grabbing my hat.” Luigi told him. 

“No problem.” Mario replied. 

“You ready to go?” Luigi asked. 

Mario nodded and gave 999 one more hug. “Bye 999.” 

999 nuzzled its face into Mario’s cheek…

Luigi watched their interaction excitedly, and giggled as 999 engulfed Mario in its body again. He even laughed as Mario swam around inside 999. He even swam up to the wall of 999, and knocked on the gelatin, waving and smiling at Luigi. Luigi waved back at him, noting the occasional bubbles that would form and rise above Mario. 

Mario reached out of 999’s body, and pulled Luigi into its body with him. Now both the brothers were swimming inside 999! Though they knew they should’ve been leaving, Luigi didn’t care. A couple more minutes with 999 never hurt anybody. He noticed the bubbles forming on his hand, and rising up above his head. He thought it was very cool, and almost pretty. Looking up, he watched as the bubbles rose up, until they popped…only to be followed up by a couple more bubbles…and then a few more…And even more…

Luigi looked down, and widened his eyes in horror: his hands were disintegrating! And every bubble that rose up from his hand, was a fragment of his body! Luigi tried to gasp, but coughed and reached for his throat as he realized he couldn’t breathe while engulfed by 999’s body.

With his hands gone and only his lower arms now visible, Luigi tried to crawl himself out of 999’s body. But this proved to be really difficult, especially when he could see himself losing more of his arms. Looking down, Luigi noticed his feet were completely gone…reduced to white ash-like fragments, while only his upper legs remained. He could feel his lungs convulsing and begging for air as he swam helplessly within 999’s body. This euphoric dream had quickly turned into a horrifying nightmare. 

“Luigi!” He looked at his brother, who was almost completely bubbled into white fragments just like him. Mario reached out with his disintegrating hand, and grabbed his right shoulder, which was still intact. “It’s all gonna be okay!” Mario said to him. 

Luigi widened his eyes as he saw his right eye falling apart from the bubbles. “Mario!” He yelled. “Don’t leave me here alone!” He pleaded. 

“I’m right here!” Mario told him, his right hand now disintegrating as well. “It’s only a nightmare!” His brother repeated. 

Luigi could feel his right eye’s vision fading out as it turned to fragments as well. “M-Mario-” 

Luigi jumped and gasped, suddenly feeling the ability to breathe. His vision was blurry, but he could feel his fear melting the moment he registered the flash of red and the comforting arms around him. He wrapped his arms around Mario as tightly as he could, trying to stop himself from crying. “Mario…” Luigi breathed deeply to try and overcome his restlessness. 

“That sounded like quite the nightmare.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi couldn’t stop the laugh that left his mouth. “It wasn’t a nightmare…well, until the end.” Luigi admitted. “The dream turned so quickly, it was hard to understand.” He admitted.

Mario chuckled. “Is that why I heard laughter from you earlier?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and blushed a bit. “I-I-Uh…” He muttered. 

Mario snickered. “I woke up to you giggling in your sleep. And you kept giggling for a little bit.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi covered his face with his hands. How embarrassing…

“I didn’t wanna wake you at first, cause…you sounded like you were having fun.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi uncovered his right eye awkwardly. “Ihihi was…Wehe were visiting a…creature in a laboratory.” Luigi explained. “Someone had come up with a creature locked in a laboratory, with its file written out on this website.” Luigi explained. “The creature, whether you touched it or sat in the same room as it…it would make you euphoric and happy.” Luigi explained. 

“Aw man…That sounds amazing!” Mario reacted. 

“It was…” Luigi chuckled. “The creature is…like a blob of jello. Only, it’s not jello. The stuff it’s made of, is supposed to be peanut butter?” Luigi explained. 

Mario tittered and snorted. “Ohoho?!” He couldn’t stop the cackles and laughter that left his mouth. “Ihihi have no clue what you’re talking about.” He admitted. “It sounds insane…But I love it.” Mario admitted next. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Near the end though…999 had taken both of us, and we were pretty much swimming in its body…” Luigi let out a breath. “You started disintegrating. We both started disintegrating.” Luigi explained. “I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning and falling apart, but you were speaking to me.” Luigi told him. 

“...What did you hear?” Mario asked. 

“It’s gonna be okay…I’m right here…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario raised his eyebrows. “So you could hear me…” Mario muttered. “Good.” He said. “Because when you started gasping for breath and…shifting in your sleep, I didn’t know what to do. I could tell you were scared, because your movements and reactions were getting worse.” Mario explained. 

Luigi shook his head. Luigi hung his head. 

“When you started muttering my name, that’s when I knew you needed to wake up.” Mario explained. 

Luigi pulled his brother into his arms tightly. “Thank you, Mario.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled and hugged him back. “Of course.” He replied. “What are brothers for?” 

He felt Luigi’s grip tighten. Mario smiled a bit and gave his brother’s side a little tweak, making Luigi giggle in the process. 

Mario broke the hug and wiped the tears off Luigi’s face. “Alright, no more crying. It was a happy dream, right? About this creature that’s supposed to make you really happy?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yeheah…” 

“Wanna tell me more about it?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded and pulled out his phone, typing [SCP-999] into his phone before showing him pictures and reading the ‘SCP file’ out loud for his brother to listen to. 

[trashyswitch]

Day 30: Caught

SCP-049 and SCP-999 get to have yet another playdate together! They are watched by Dr. Itkin, and things go relatively smoothly compared to the last visit.

Part 3 of 049 and the 'Unkillable' Creature. Link to Part 2

049 and 999 are back together again! I hope you enjoy!

SCP-049 waited patiently for SCP-999 to arrive to his room. He had cleaned up his things to prevent 999 from getting at his tools. Their last visit was evidence enough that 999 was too young to handle such sharp tools. The last thing he would want, was for 999 to hurt someone during one of its curious states. SCP-049 brought out a couple toys he had collected for the last while. These toys included a ball, a kids’ keyboard, and a coloring book with crayons. Though he had played with the toys a little bit by himself, he had specifically collected them for SCP-999. “SCP-049?” Someone called. SCP-049 looked up. “999 is here?” 049 asked. 

“Yes, he is. Are those toys for 999?” Dr. Itkin asked. 

“Yes. SCP-999 is a dog-like creature that resembles the intelligence of a child at 3 years old. I have no doubt that 999 will enjoy these toys.” SCP-049 explained. 

“Very well. Sending in 999 now.” Dr. Itkin said as he clicked a button. The door slid open, to reveal 999 sliding through the door frame. “999!” SCP-049 reacted, opening its arms and kneeling down to its level. 999 slid itself past the toys, straight up to 049 to give him a big hug. 049 happily took the hug, and allowed 999 to knock him over onto his backside. “Oof…Hello, 999. It is a pleasure to see you again.” SCP-049 greeted. 

999 nuzzled the right side of its face and cheek against 049’s mask. “I missed you too, 999. I missed you a lot.” 049 admitted. 

999 opened its eyes and started planting kisses onto SCP-049’s mask. 

“Oh? I did not know you give people kisses.” 049 admitted. 

999 smiled and looked at 049 with starry eyes. It gurgled happily and wrapped its pseudopods around SCP-049 happily. 

“Oh my…” 049 chuckled and hugged 999 back. “I suppose some greeting hugs are required.” SCP-049. 

SCP-999 nuzzled its face further into 049’s mask, hoping to tickle the SCP’s neck a little bit. But 999 quickly noticed that the mask lacked the nerves to make him laugh. So, 999 brought out a 3rd pseudopod and moved it through the cloak’s hood. 

“What-” 049 widened his eyes under the mask as the pseudopod shoved itself down his hood. “W-Wait! Gahaha! NOHO! Nine-nine-nihihine!” 049 reacted. 

999 gurgled happily and closed its eyes, looking almost proud of itself for getting 049 to laugh. 

“Nohoho tihicklehehes! Yohohou knohohohow thihihis!” 049 reminded it. 

“I hope it helps to know that SCP-999’s favorite activity is tickle-wrestling.” Dr. Itkin told him. 

“Ihihi knohohow! Ihit’s kind of obviohohous.” 049 admitted. 

“Though, 999 has enjoyed playing with rubber balls.” Dr. Itkin added. 

Looking around, 049 reached out for the orange ball that was laying on the ground. He had to fight his inner instincts to try and get the ball, which proved to be somewhat difficult. 049 wasn’t used to being tickled anymore. 999 was the only friend he really had these days. 

Finally, 049 touched the ball and gripped the ball with his gloved hands. He waved the ball at 999, hoping to get its attention. “999, look!” 049 declared, shaking the hollow ball. 

999 looked at the ball with starry eyes, and let out something similar to an “Ooooh!” sound. 

“Doho you want to play with it?” He asked. 

SCP-999 clapped its pseudopods together as the third pseudopod removed itself from his hood. SCP-049 let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness…the tickles are over. 049 threw the ball to the other side of the room, and watched as 999 slid across the floor to the ball. The pseudopods caught the ball like a baseball glove, and carried the ball back to 049. Happy with itself, 999 gave it to 049 and did a little bouncy dance. 

049 stared at it, surprised to see it react like that. “Is…that your version of a happy dance?” 049 asked it. 

999 nodded its head and purred. 

SCP-049 chuckled and threw the ball again. “Go get it.” He told it. 

999 slid to the ball and caught it with its mouth this time! 999 carried the ball back to 049 like a puppy, and dropped it to the ground. 

“Let’s try something different.” 049 decided. “I throw it, and you throw it back to me.” 049 suggested. 

999 did a small happy dance as it moved back a little bit. 049 threw the ball to 999, and 999 caught it with its pseudopod again. But this time, 999 threw it overhand back to him. 049 was able to catch it with little issue, and threw it over to 999 again. 999 caught it, and threw it over to 049 once more. 

“Whoa!” 049 reacted, catching it in front of his face. “You nearly hit me.” SCP-049 reacted. “A little softer, okay?” 049 asked as he threw it. 

999 caught the ball with its body, and took it out using a new pseudopod. Then, 999 threw the ball to 049 slightly roughly. 

049 caught the ball again, and threw it slightly above 999, so he could see if 999 would catch it with the pseudopod. But to 049’s surprise, 999 rose itself up and caught it with its gelatin body! The ball floated in the body, looking almost invisible due to the similar color of 999 and the ball. 

Then, 999 lifted itself up, and took in a ‘breath’. Suddenly, the ball shot right out of 999, and went flying towards 049! 

049 quickly jumped out of the way to save himself from the fastball that had moved his way. He fell to the ground as the ball bounced off the wall, ricocheting, and hitting 999 right in the face! 049 looked up at 999 with shock, worried 999 got hurt. But 999 just sat there…staring off into space with the rubber ball in its cranium. “Oh dear-” 049 ran up and pulled the ball out of 999’s head. “Are you alright?” He asked. 

999 looked up at 049, with an innocent little smile on its face. It gurgled happily and stretched itself up, surpassing 049’s height by a long shot. 049 was dumbfounded. What…in the world was 999 doing?! 

The creature of jelly suddenly surrounded his body, and engulfed him within its orange body. The only thing that was not engulfed was his head. “Uuhhh…999?” He called. 

The creature looked down at 049, with an innocent, but secretly wicked smile on its face. And then…049 began to feel tickly sensations on his belly, neck, ribs, even his feet. 

“Uuuhuhuhuh- HeheheHEHEHEHAHA! NIHIHINE-NINE-NIHINE! NOOOHOHOHO!” 049 shouted. 

999 just gurgled and cooed, jiggling its large body around playfully as it tickled him. 

049’s body flopped around, going from a standing position to a sitting position. His arms and legs were flopping around inside the gelatin-like substance that was SCP-999. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO TICKLIHIHIHIHISH!” 049 yelled at them. 

“999, please don’t tickle him for long.” Dr. Itkin ordered. 

999 gave the camera something similar to a human’s thumbs up with its pseudopod, before looking at 049 again with that same ‘innocent’ smile. 

“WHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAPPENED TO PLAHAHAHAYING BAHAHALL!?” 049 asked, confused.

999 just shrugged its gelatin shoulders. 

“It looks to me that SCP-999 just wanted to play something else.” Dr. Itkin mentioned to him. “YEHEHEAH, IHIHI KNOHOHOW THAHAHAHAHAT!” 049 shouted back. 

“Now now, there is no need to be snippy with me.” Dr. Itkin told him. “Such behavior is not tolerated here, and there will be disciplinary actions against you if you act out too much.” Dr. Itkin reminded SCP-049. 

“OHOKAHAY, OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” He told the doctor. 

“Apology accepted. Have fun~” Dr. Itkin teased into the microphone, before a small bit of feedback rang through the room. 049 immediately sensed he knew what this feedback meant: He’s all alone now…being mercilessly tickled by 999. And while this would’ve annoyed him to no end…something in his mind was beginning to shift. 

It didn’t help that 999 was now starting to emit comforting smells of bread fresh out of the oven. It smelled heavenly and started to make him feel hungry…but the hunger for such a thing, couldn’t really be satisfied due to the time period he was in. It was…almost a heartbreaking reality for him. Though, he knew 999 didn’t mean to make him sad when he emitted those smells. And truthfully, he really couldn’t be sad right now with all the tickling he was experiencing. 

“NINE-NINE-NIHIHINE! THIHIS IHIS CHIHILDIHIHISH! AHAHAHAHAHA- PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!” He begged. 

999 must’ve noticed something was off…because 999 stopped the tickles and looked at him with…a worried face? 

049 took in deep breaths to recuperate from the laughter fits he had experienced. He looked at 999 with relief, mixed with a little bit of confusion. “Hohow…how did you…” He started to ask. 

999 brought 049 up onto a standing position, and let 049 escape from its grasp. When 049 fell out of the orange body, he practically flopped onto the ground in pure exhaustion. It looked like 049 couldn’t keep himself on his feet for very long. 

Wanting to apologize to 049 for overdoing it, 999 slid up to him and wrapped its pseudopods around him before nuzzling its cheek into 049’s chest. 049 seemed to appreciate this action. “Th…thank you, 999. Thahanks.” He told the creature. 

999 gurgled happily in response and continued to cuddle its tall friend. 

“Thank you for your consideration, 999.” Dr. Itkin told the creature. “We will reward you with some candy as a midnight snack.” The doctor told 999. 

999 looked over at the snack box, and heard a package of skittles land in the snack box. 999 looked up at the camera, before hanging its ‘head’ for a bit. 

After a few minutes of thinking, 999 looked over at the snack box and took out the skittles and…handed 049 the bag…

Wait, what?! 

049 looked at 999. “You…want ME…to have the candies?” 049 asked. 

999 nodded its ‘head’ and gurgled happily in response. 

049 looked down at the skittles, before gently ripping the package open. He pulled a red one out and stared at it. “A…comfit?” 049 asked, mistaking it for a fruit, nut or seed covered in sugar. Curious of its taste, 049 put it under the mask, and chewed the candy. It was a little chewy, but super sweet! Holy- it was SO SWEET! It was like he had eaten 5 tablespoons of honey all at once! It felt like he may throw up from how deafeningly sweet this one tiny piece of candy was! 

“......May I try another?” 

[trashyswitch]

Day 4: Weak Spot

Dr. Collingwood is an SCP-Foundation researcher, who had been given the file of SCP-999. She is ordered to research her. And what better way to know your SCP, then to meet them?

Day 4...Once again, late. Sorry. Hope you enjoy.

Dr. Collingwood: “Hello. This is Dr. Isabelle Collingwood. It is June 10, at 5:53pm EST. Today is my first day as head researcher of SCP-999, and I will be taking the first step in this job by meeting the creature directly. I have already gone through 999’s file and read through the information provided to me by [DATA EXPUNGED], so I feel thoroughly prepared to meet this lovable creature.” 

She walks into the room and looks around for the creature. She isn’t able to find the creature at first…until she feels something nuzzling the back of her leg. She looks down and locks eyes with the creature’s beady eyes.

999: (curious gurgles) 

Dr. Collingwood: “Oh! Hello. You must be SCP-999.”

999: (claps pseudopods and eagerly gurgles) 

Dr. Collingwood watches as the creature jumps up onto her. She grabs 999 with her hands, and feels the creature’s consistency. 

Dr. Collingwood: “Fascinating…he really does feel like orange peanut butter. I am hesitant…and unsure what to think of this creature being confirmed to be the result of [DATA EXPUNGED]. If the email was true…then this makes everything about [DATA EXPUNGED] even more confusing.” 

999: (blinks and tilts head, making curious gurgles and coos)

Dr. Collingwood: (smiles) “But that doesn’t matter right now.” (hugs 999) “My name is Dr. Collingwood.” 

999: (cheerful gurgles and bounces in her arms) 

Dr. Collingwood: I feel…happy and comfortable. Is this the mild euphoria that was described in the file?” 

999 begins to wrap its pseudopods around her shoulders and snuggle its face into Dr. Collingwood’s chest, letting out soft gurgles.  

Dr. Collingwood: “I…I-It’s so cute and loving…” (takes a deep breath) “Focus, Isabelle. This is just for research purposes. You’re just here to meet it…maybe play with it a little…and go.” 

999 proceeds to enwrap Dr. Collingwood in its gelatin-like body. 

Dr. Collingwood: “Oh…oh goodness.” (takes the moment to feel 999 against her body) I feel like I can physically swim within this creature…The creature is not liquidy, but it’s not solid either…” (tilts head) it feels like something in between? Like partly hardened jello.” 

999: (gurgles playfully and begins jiggling around, presumably tickling the doctor) 

Dr. Collingwood: (squeaks) “Oho GOHOHOD-!” (throws head back and laughs)

999: (smiles brightly) 

Dr. Collingwood: “IHIS THIS THEHEHE TIHICKLE WREHEHESTLING?” (continues laughing)

999: (coos and gurgles with excitement) 

Dr. Collingwood: “IHIHIT FEHEHEELS STRAHAHANGE!” 

999: (nuzzles its face into Dr. Collingwood’s neck) Dr. Collingwood: “HOHOLD OHON-” (Cackles loudly) NAHAT THERE! MY ONE WEHEAKNESS!” 

999: (gurgles excitedly and almost begins to imitate her laughter) 

Dr. Collingwood: (wiggles around) “YOU’RE SOHOHO STROHONG! IHIHI’M S-SURPRISED!”

999: (coos proudly) 

999 stopped tickling Dr. Collingwood, and freed her. Dr. Collingwood looked at her clothes and dusted herself off. 

Dr. Collingwood: “I guess SCP-999 doesn’t leave any residue behind.” 

The door opens, revealing Dr. Bright. He walks into the room with Necco™ wafers in a bowl. He grabs the empty bowl from the ground and puts the filled bowl down before noticing Dr. Collingwood in the room with him. 

Dr. Bright: (Pauses) “Oh, hi. I didn’t expect there to be someone else in here.” 

Dr. Collingwood: “Hello there. My name is Dr. Isabelle Collingwood. I’ve been assigned to do further research into SCP-999’s origins.” (offers hand) 

Dr. Bright: (shakes hand) “Dr. Bright. Director of Site-17, Site-19, and Site-63.” 

Dr. Collingwood: Oh! You’re Dr. Bright! Pleasure to meet you.” 

Dr. Bright: “Yeah, yeah. I’m just here to feed 999 since no one else has done it yet.” 

999 slithered up to Dr. Bright and wrapped its pseudopods around Dr. Bright in an attempt to show him love. 

Dr. Bright: “Yeah, hello 999. I brought you one of your favorite foods. Hope you enjoy.” 

999: (gurgles with confusion and follows Dr. Bright) 

Dr. Collingwood: “You don't want to stay longer?” 

Dr. Bright: “Nah, I’m good. Not really in the mood.” 

999 wrapped its pseudopods around Dr. Bright really quickly, pulling him away from the door. 

Dr. Bright: “999, unhand me right now!” 

999: (excited gurgles) 

Dr. Collingwood: (giggles) “I guess 999 wants to play with you too.” 

Dr. Bright: “Well, I have work. And you do too, Ms. Collingwood. A-ACK-!” 

Dr. Collingwood sighs and attempts to rescue Dr. Bright from 999. But her attempts are fruitless the moment 999 engulfs the doctor in its gelatin mass. 

Dr. Bright: “Uh oh- WAHAIT!” (Starts laughing) “CUHUT IT OUT!” 

999: (coos and imitates laughter) 

Dr. Collingwood: “999, please let him go.” 

999: (coos with puppy-like confusion) 

Dr. Bright: “PLEHEASE STOP!” (gasp) “Ohno-OHNO- NOT THERE! NOHOHO-” (cackles)

Dr. Collingwood: “999, he’s not in the mood to play with you.” 

999 looks at Dr. Collingwood with puppy-like distress and lets out whimpers of sadness. Though note that it’s a little hard to hear 999’s whimpers with Dr. Bright’s laughter filling up the room.

Dr. Collingwood: “If you want, I can play with you for a bit. But only if you let Dr. Bright go.” 

999: (looks up) 

Dr. Collingwood: “I promise.” 

999: (slowly smiles and lets Dr. Bright go) 

Dr. Collingwood: “Thank you, 999.” 

Dr. Bright: (Dusts himself off) “Thank you, Dr. Collingwood.” 

Dr. Collingwood: “You’re welcome. Glad I can help out a coworker.” 

Dr. Bright: “Mhm.” 

999 slides up to Dr. Bright and rubs itself against him, whimpering with an apologetic expression on his face. Dr. Bright looks somewhat unphased. 

Dr. Bright: “999…” (sighs) “Fine. But only one hug.” (hugs 999) 

999 gurgles a little more happily and wraps his pseudopods around him for a minute. When Dr. Bright attempts to let go, 999 lets him go and backs away. 

Dr. Bright: (walks to door) “Okay. You may spend your time researching and observing 999. However, we close 999’s pen between 8pm or 9pm for sleeping hours.” 

Dr. Collingwood: “Okay. Thank you.” 

Dr. Bright: “Bye.” (exits the room) 

999 slides to Dr. Collingwood and pokes her lower back. This catches Dr. Collingwood off guard, making her jump and involuntarily giggle. 

Dr. Collingwood: “WAH!” (laughs) (turns around) “I guess you found my weak spot again.” 

999: (gurgles happily) (pokes it again)

Dr. Collingwood: “I’m guessing you wanna tickle it again?” 

999: (gurgles and coos with excitement) 

Dr. Collingwood: “Alright, alright.” (lays down) “Okay. Go for it.” 

999 wraps his pseudopods and part of his body around Dr. Collingwood and nuzzles her cheek with a third pseudopod. We can safely assume that 999 is tickling Dr. Collingwood, due to the abrupt laughing fits that fill the room not long after. 

Dr. Collingwood: (laughter) “Yohohou’re so playful!” 

999: (elated gurgles) 

Dr. Collingwood: “Ahand smart too!” 

999: (coos softly) 

999 begins to hug Dr. Collingwood, nuzzling its cheek against her shoulder. She lets herself giggle as she hugs 999 back for a while. At 7:54, Dr. Collingwood says goodbye to the creature, and leaves the pen. 

Memo from Dr. Collingwood: “The creature is the sweetest little thing. It’s almost impossible to see 999 and link it to such horrifying origins. I suppose we can say that 999 is something good to come out of [DATA EXPUNGED]. I look forward to my next visit with 999. For now, I have some more research to do.”