May I please request a lee! Infinite or a lee! Mephiles? You can choose the ler.
🌷 Anon
(ok :3)
🌀✨ Team Menace Tickle Fic: "You’re Laughing, Mephiles." ✨🌀 (Infinite = Ler, Mephiles = Lee, Metal Sonic = Unhelpful spectator/possible instigator)
“Remind me,” Infinite drawled as he floated lazily above the couch, arms crossed, mask gleaming, “how someone as allegedly ‘all-powerful’ as you managed to trip over a couch cushion?”
Mephiles, currently sprawled face-down on the floor with his pride in shambles, hissed, “I was distracted.”
“By what? Gravity?”
“I WAS THINKING, INFINITE.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
From the corner, Metal Sonic let out a digitized snort that could only be described as robotic laughter. Mephiles glared at him.
“Don’t you start.”
“Oh, I’m starting,” Infinite grinned under his mask, floating down to crouch beside Mephiles. “You’ve been acting too smug all week. Maybe this little trip is the universe’s way of humbling you.”
“I am literally a formless shadow wraith born from the void. I don’t do humble.”
Infinite wiggled his fingers.
“Wanna bet?”
Mephiles blinked. “Wait—No. Infinite, don’t you DARE—”
Too late.
Infinite pounced.
“ACK—WH-WHAHAT IN CHAOS—!!”
Fingers phased right through Mephiles’ smoky form—only to re-materialize at just the right angle to SCRIBBLE into his sides. Mephiles howled.
“NYAHAHA—!! I-IHINFIHINITE YOU PEHEHEST—!!”
“Oh my, so shadow goo CAN laugh~” Infinite cooed, fully lounging across Mephiles’ back like the world's smuggest cat while keeping the tickles going right at his ribs.
“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T—!!”
“Sure you can. Look at you go.”
Metal Sonic beeped once.
Recording begun: ‘Mephiles_LosingHisMind.wav’
“METAL TUHUHURN THAT OHOHOFF—!!”
“Nuh-uh,” Infinite sang, now fluttering his fingers right under Mephiles’ neck, where the shadow was most solid. “This is blackmail gold, my friend~”
Mephiles was SHRIEKING by now. Edgy, terrifying, chaos-consuming Mephiles was literally rolling on the floor in TEARS.
“I’M GONNA DESTROHOHOY YOU AHAHAHALL—!!”
“You said that last time,” Infinite chuckled. “When Metal poked your ghost ribs and you shrieked like a banshee.”
“S-STOP BRINGING THAT UHUHUHUHP—!!”
Eventually, the mighty shadow demon of darkness flopped limply on the floor, breathless and twitching, smoky mist fizzling slightly from sensory overload.
Infinite finally stopped and just sat on him like a throne.
Mephiles wheezed. “...I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“Die.”
Metal Sonic saved the file and labeled it “MeepieGetsWrecked_03.”
