Summary: Instead of Chuck seeing an old lady and a dog, he gets a taste of his own medicine.
Pairing: Implied none
Word Count: 753
A/N: I just watched the movie again and now they’re in my head, so I had a last minute change of plan for todays prompt. Enjoy!
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Auggie prowled through the halls of the Bellows mansion, searching for his mischievous friend who was undoubtedly hiding and waiting to scare him.
Moments prior, Chuck had snuck up behind him and gave him a friendly little jumpscare before scurrying up the stairs with a childish giggle.
"Bet you can't catch me!!" He had called out in a playful voice, Disappearing from Auggie’s view.
"Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat."
Meanwhile, Chuck ran into one of the many rooms in search of a hiding spot.
"Chuck? You're not gonna scare me.
Upon hearing his friends voice, he jumped into a nearby wardrobe and tried to stifle his giggles.
He tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, finding it increasingly harder to stay quiet while his friend called his name.
The blonde walked into one of the rooms and scanned his surroundings, only to find no sign of the shorter boy.
Just as he was about to walk away and search elsewhere, he heard a stifled giggle coming from an old wardrobe in the corner of the room.
Typical…
Rolling his eyes, he pretended to walk away, only to sneak back into the room and tip toe up to the beat up furniture.
Chuck felt his heart beating with anticipation, ready to frighten his uptight friend. But before he could burst through the wardrobe doors, Auggie beat him to the punch, flinging them open and grabbing him, causing him to emit a shriek of surprise.
“HA!” Cried Auggie, wrestling the other to the floor with ease. “Told you you weren’t gonna scare me.”
The dark haired boy froze for a second, not exactly expecting to be the victim of the scaring, or to be pinned down, for that matter.
When he snapped out of it, he smiled nervously and squirmed a bit, not quite liking the look in his friend’s eyes.
“Alright, you got me… now let me go.”
Auggie smiled mischievously, something that didn’t happen very often.
“Actually, no, Chuck, I don’t think I will… I’ve !been dealing with your games all night and I think I deserve some payback.”
Any questions that Chuck was about to ask were cut off by a sharp squeal, his friend’s fingers darting to his ribcage and wiggling with vigor.
“EEHE- AUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU- HAHA!” He began to squirm and cackle, aimlessly grabbing at the taller boy’s swift hands.
The blonde smirked with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying putting the trouble maker in his place.
“Well, Chuck, how’s it feel being on the receiving end of the joke?” He asked smugly, letting his nimble fingers spider across the boy’s tummy, delighting in the bubbly laughter it elicited.
“NOT BAHAHAD! HOW’S IT F-FEEL BEING A BIG DOHOHORK?!” Snarked the dark haired boy, his smile as playful as ever.
No thought in Auggie’s mind was telling him that Chuck wasn’t enjoying this; the boy just made it too obvious.
“Bold words for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”
“BITE ME, CLOWN- EEK- NONONO, NOT THAHAHAT!”
A high pitched squeal filled the room when Auggie switched his technique from spidering to digging, letting his fingers dig into the soft skin with precision.
“What? This? Can’t handle a little tickling? That’s real unfortunate, man… especially considering I’m not gonna stop until you promise not to mess with me for the rest of the night.” Teased the taller boy. Even in the dark, he was beginning to see a tint of red form on his friend’s cheeks, his usual bravado replaced by uncontrollable laughter.
“NOT A CHAHA- GAH- OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I PROMISE!”
Auggie had to laugh at how quickly Chuck changed his mind when he dipped a finger into the boy’s bellybutton.
True to his word, Auggie stopped his vengeful ministrations and let his friend up, holding out a hand for him to take.
Chuck took the hand he was offered, clumsily standing to his feet, gasping for breath as dramatically as he could.
“Tickling is sohoho not fair, man…” He whined, trying to form a playful pout, but unable to, due to the tickle induced smile that was glued to his face.
Auggie shrugged.
“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Now let’s go find the others and get out. It’s just plain creepy in here…”
“Who ordered the- AH- OKAY OKAY, I’M DOHOHONE!” Chuck giggled frantically, choosing not to finish his remark.
Chuck learned a very important lesson that night: Never push a clown over the edge.
