Day 25: Gang Tickles
Reserved by anonymous friend of mine
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Manhunt. The one activity that they all had fun doing but dreaded loosing. After the second manhunt, they had come to the agreement that the loser was to be wrecked by the winners. Dream was the one who suggested more hunters and yet he was the who complained about five against one was unfair when he lost.
"Dream, these were literally your ideas!" Sapnap groaned over Dream’s useless arguments that this 'wasn't fair' and 'they cheated'.
"Well yeah but... that doesn't make this fair!" George rolled his eyes so hard he hurt his head, watching Sapnap flick a look to the other four, seeing Sam slowly set up a trap behind Dream. The three crowded Dream so when Sapnap stepped towards him, he had no choice but to step back, right into Sam's trap. The rope wrapped tight around Dream’s wrists, hoisting him high in the air with a screach. The five built up to him, making a circle of sorts for their safety.
"Alright Dream, you have two minutes to prepare yourself, after that, I really don't care if you're ready~ You're lucky we let you keep your mask on" Sapnap informed the blonde, taking his time, cracking his knuckles, stretching his muscles, watching Dream attempt to find a way out of Sam's well thought out trap. Dream watched his hunters circle him, eyeing him like cheetahs looking at fresh meat.
"Alright times up!" George shouted impatiently, wanting to be the first to get his hands on Dream. He jumped forward, immediately latching onto his hips, squeezing quickly. Dream squealed loudly, kicking in a way that normally would've spun him if George wasn't holding him in place. Dream felt Sam's large hands on his ribs, Ant's claws on his tummy, Sapnap digging into his armpits, and Bad's claws on his neck and ears. He felt like he was being tickled from the inside out, made even worse by the fact that he couldn't cover himself.
"GUHUHUYS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Dream's laughter was a mix of loud hysterical cackles, squeaks, and snorts. The most he did was bring his knees up, shake his head, and wiggle his shoulders. The five opted for gentle coos, deciding that five against one was mean enough. Bad was the one who noticed the intense blush under his mask and the tears dripping from his chin, snapping his fingers with a loud click, signaling that it was time to stop. Sapnap wrapped his arms around Dream, pulling him onto the platform as Sam released his hands, he held him gently as he heaved and rubbed the abused spots.
"You ok Buddy?" Bad asked, patting his head, earning a slow tired nod.
"I'll carry him back"