Tickletober Day 12- Mischief
This was requested awhile ago by @blahhhhhhhohmigosh. Hope you enjoy!
You snickered to yourself as you doodled a goofy mustache on Eugene’s face with black ink. It was the finishing touch to your masterpiece of a prank. You had already stolen Varian’s goggles, rearranged Eugene’s countless hair and skin products, and turned Ruddiger green.
You were quite pleased with yourself and your mischief making.
You gasped as Eugene snorted awake, his eyes flying open.
You fumbled your drop the pen, but you only made things worse for yourself so you did the reasonable thing and bolted from the scene.
Eugene walked to his mirror to freshen up and screamed in horror.
“Y\N! You’re dead, kid!”
You laughed and continued running, not noticing Varian coming down the hall until you smacked into him.
“Aha! I knew it was you! Give me my goggles!”
Panicking, you blurted out in a very calm, not suspicious way,
“What goggles?”
Varian squinted at you, unamused by your attempt to play dumb.
“The ones on your head.”
“Oh those goggles! Nah, I think I’ll keep ‘em.”
You went to skip away, but Varian grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
“Give them back and give Ruddiger a bath, Y/N. Or else.”
You stuck out your tongue.
“Or else what, nerd.”
Varian was about to respond when Eugene stormed around the corner, his doodled face contorted in frustration.
“Oh, good! You got them Hairstripe.”
“Yeah. Let me guess. They did that to you?”
Eugene glared at you and you pulled a face at him.
“Yes, they did. As well as completely disorganizing my vanity! How am I supposed to wash this off if I don’t know where little Picasso here put the right cleanser!”
Varian snorted and disguised it as a cough.
“So what are we going to do with the little twerp?”
You gulped and tried to make a run for it, but Eugene grabbed you and held you up by the armpits.
“I know just the thing to teach our little friend here a lesson.”
The ex conman said, grinning at Varian before saying,
“They happen to be very ticklish.”
Varian’s eyes lit up and he grinned, atlash of his old villain days returning for a split second as he watched you thrash in Eugene’s grasp.
“Perfect.”
All hell broke loose as both sides of your stomach were ruthlessly tickled.
You screamed and thrashed, laughing hysterically and begging for mercy.
“So, you gonna apologize?”
Eugene’s asked from behind you.
“N-Never!”
Varian’s eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise at your gall.
“No? Are you sure?”
Fingers dug in everywhere and anywhere they could find, leaving you hysterical and gasping for breath by the time you blurted,
“Nohohohoho! I’m sohohohorry! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything just stahahahahap!”
As soon as they started, the tickles stopped and you were set back on your feet.
“That’s good. No you are going to reorganize my vanity.”
Eugene said.
“And give me my goggles,”
You huffed and handed Varian his goggles.
“And give Ruddiger a bath.”
You were about to object, but Varian poked your side and threatened,
“Or we can just tickle you some more.”
“Okay, okay I’ll give the stupid trash panda a bath and help organize Eugene’s vanity!”
Both boys seemed pleased with the answer, but a few hours later when all was said and done Eugene screamed again when he realized you had swapped his shampoo with hair dye.
Hey, you were an agent of chaos. You had to.