ok underrated ship I love getting a tickle fic >:3
if you wanna add atmosphere, have this ig:
🌈🔪 “Game Over? Not Quite~” 🔪🌈
Fic | Forsaken | Kevin x Nyan | Tickle Fluff + LMS scenario | Soft Chaotic Gay Energy™
The round timer ticked down.
1:07.
1:06.
1:05.
All the other Survivors had long since fallen. It was just Nyan now.
Heart pounding in his chest like synth bass, Nyan bolted past another shattered window of the neon-blasted dreamscape. Rainbow visor cracked slightly. Cherry pop-tart pizza barely clinging to its frosting. He was breathing hard, fast, ragged.
“Where are you~?” came the sing-song voice. Kevin’s voice. Too close.
Scrap.
The second Nyan rounded the corner, a blur of messy green and terrifyingly bouncy energy launched from the shadows.
“TAG!! You're it~!! 💚” Kevin pounced with a grin that stretched too wide to be safe, his machete glinting under the flickering EXIT sign.
SLAM.
Nyan hit the floor hard, wheezing, the force knocking his visor sideways.
Kevin stood over him, panting from the chase, fur wild and wind-tangled. The machete lifted, poised. His smile faltered for just a second.
“…Huh.”
His ears twitched.
Kevin stared down at Nyan, sword arm frozen in the air.
“…I’m kinda bored.”
Nyan blinked. “Whuh—”
“Of this,” Kevin said, vaguely gesturing between them. “Stab. Scream. Zoom-zoom, run-run. I dunno. Been there, done that, got the fur matting.” His tail swayed lazily behind him. “I wanna try something different~”
Nyan's brain lagged. “...Different how?”
Kevin stared. Pensive stare. The kind you give to a really big pizza slice when you're not sure if it's actually pineapple or just weird lighting.
Then?
💡DING!
Lightbulb moment. Literal sparkle in his eye.
“Oh. OH. HEEHEEHEE—YESSSS~ 💚”
And before Nyan could react—
Kevin DROPPED the machete with a clang and dove down into a full-bodied, chaotic, scrunkly hug tackle, arms wrapping around the rainbow-cookie-survivor like a teddy bear with a mission.
“WAIT KEVIN WHAT—!!”
“Shhhh shh shh—this is the fun kind of chase now,” Kevin giggled, his claws curling playfully around Nyan’s sides.
And then it hit him.
The tingles.
The tickles.
The chaos.
“KEHEHEVIN!!” Nyan squealed, voice cracking as Kevin nosed into his neck like a purring wrecking ball, claws fluttering under his arms and digging in just enough to get him kicking the air. “NOHOHOHO!! TH-THAT’S NOT—THIS IS ILLEGAL!!”
“Mmmm-nuh uh~” Kevin chirped, grinning against his shoulder, tail flicking. “No rules about this in Specter’s rulebook, pretty boy~ You’re lucky I like you so much~ 💕”
Nyan flushed so hard it practically backlit his visor. “STAHAP I’M—!! I’M NOT CUTE—!!”
“Oh you so are,” Kevin said with a dreamy sigh, fluttering his claws around Nyan’s tummy now. “All pink and soft and rainbowy and squeaky. Like a living giggle toy.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Mine now~ 💚”
“Y-You’re a psychopath!!” Nyan barked, squirming and failing miserably. “YOU WERE LITERALLY GONNA KILL ME FIVE SECONDS AGO—!!”
Kevin just beamed. “Yeah but now I wanna keep you. Big difference~”
Meanwhile…
In the Cabin.
Chance and Guest 1337 stared at the glowing match timer.
0:07.
0:06.
0:05.
“...You think Kevin killed him already?” Guest 1337 asked.
A faint sound echoed from the match realm.
Something like…
“HEEHEEKEVINSTOHOHOP—!!”
“…What the fudge was that?” Chance blinked.
“…Either murder’s gotten very confusing, or Kevin’s flirting again,” Shedletsky muttered.
It was a fool proof idea, pitting Kevin and Rolf against each other in a “Strength Tournament”. A competition to determine once and for all who is “The Mightiest Kid of the Cul-de-Sac.”
The entry fee? 50 scents per challenger, and 25 cents per spectator.
Eddy, to sweeten the deal, promises the winner a “custom-made trophy” and “legendary neighborhood bragging rights.”
And now? Now they were filthy stinkin’ rich!
“Can you believe it? A dollar 75!” Eddy cackled, holding the bills to his cheek like it were his first-born child. “We actually got those buffoons to believe that crap! What a bunch of saps. And we didn’t even need Ed to do the heavy lifting this time!”
“I do feel rather guilty,” Double D admitted, nervously adjusting his sock hat. “Perhaps we should return the funds and explain-”
“No way, Sockhead,” Eddy cut in, slipping the cash into his pocket. “We earned this. Fair and square. Sorta.”
But even as they basked in their fleeting glory, a shadow loomed. Two shadows, in fact.
From the other end of the cul-de-sac, Kevin and Rolf approached. Kevin’s eyes were narrowed into slits behind his sunglasses, and Rolf was wielding a rake like a war banner.
“No time!” Double D squeaked, grabbing Eddy’s arm. “Run!”
They bolted.
But they didn’t make it far. Rolf was fast on his long legs. Too fast. And Kevin cut them off with an unexpected leap over the fence with his bike. Within seconds, Double D was on his back, pinned by Rolf’s lean weight, and Eddy was face-down in the dirt, a furious Kevin straddling his legs.
“Y-You guys got the wrong idea!” Eddy babbled, wriggling under Kevin. “It was just a prank! Social experiment! Don’t kill us!”
“Oh, we ain’t gonna kill you,” Kevin sneered, cracking his knuckles.
“Oh marvelous,” Double D sighed in relief. “I was hoping this wouldn’t end in violence.”
Kevin’s grin turned wicked. “We’re just gonna tickle you until you cry.”
Double D blinked, wondering if he’d correctly cleaned his ears that morning or if Kevin had really just said what he thought he did. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“You mess with the bull,” Kevin growled, “you get the feathers.”
Before either of them could process it, it began.
Kevin dug into Eddy’s sides with both hands, fast and merciless. Eddy shrieked, his limbs flailing like a puppet as Kevin held him down easily with his weight.
“Aw, poor scammer boy can’t handle a little tummy tickle?” Kevin mocked, zeroing in on the slight chub of Eddy’s waistline. “Bet this is where you keep all the lies. Right in this flabby little spot, huh?”
“SHUHUT UUHUHUHUUP!”
Kevin laughed, mean and sharp, raking his fingers up and down Eddy’s ribs like he was trying to sand them down. “Dude, you’re so ticklish it’s pathetic.”
Eddy squirmed harder, trying to twist away, but it only made the pudge on his stomach jiggle, which Kevin immediately noticed and honed in on.
“Awwww,” Kevin cooed in syrupy baby talk, slowing his fingers to light scribbles around Eddy’s belly button. “Wook at dis soft widdle tum-tum. Is dis where it tickles da most, huh? Goochy-goochy-goo!”
“KEHEHEHEVIN, DOHON’T—!!” Eddy’s face turned scarlet, the laughter now tangled with flustered squeals. “SH-SHUT UP, YOU FREAK—!!”
Kevin grinned devilishly. “Aw, is da baby Eddeh embawwassed?” he crooned mockingly. “Didn’t know you were such a squirmy lil’ giggle bug.”
“I’M NOT—!! GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF ME, JERK!!”
“Oh-ho yes you are,” Kevin said, dipping a finger into his belly button, which made him yelp. “Right here’s the sweet spot, huh? Just a chubby widdle tickle magnet.”
“KEHEHEVIN, STAHAHAHAHAP—!!”
Kevin just chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers in tight little circles around the softest spots on Eddy’s sides, right above his hips. “Man, you’ve got the body of a cartoon character. What, you hiding a stash of jawbreakers in these baby fat rolls or something?”
Eddy howled with laughter, pounding his fists weakly against Kevin’s arms. “I HAHA–HATE YOHOHOU!!”
Meanwhile, Rolf’s revenge was more… calculated.
Double D was squeaking and wriggling like a spider before Rolf had even touched him.
“Ohhh, Double Lee,” Rolf cooed, his fingers barely grazing under Edd’s chin. “Is Rolf mistaken, or are you of the tickle-blooded variety?”
“I-I assure you this is wholly unnecessary!” Edd gasped, trying to slide backward—but his legs were trapped, and his arms pinned under Rolf’s knees. “We could d-discuss this l-like gentlem- EHEHN! AHEHEE!”
Rolf had begun scribbling gently in his armpits, using only a few fingers. It was slow, deliberate, and torturously effective.
“Aha! There it is! The squeaky laugh of the guilty!”
“ROHOHOHOLFF! PLEHEHEASE– OHOH THE HUMANITY–… w-wait… ihihit isn’t that bad, in all honesty.” Double D admitted, appearing rather sheepish at his dramatic reaction.
“Not bad?” Rolf looked mock-hurt. “Oh, but Rolf has not yet begun to tickle!”
His hands skated lightly across the spot between his armpit and ribs, then trailed to the bottom row of ribs. With precise, featherlight movements, he spidered his fingertips across Double D’s stomach, eliciting high-pitched gasps and breathless giggles.
“Eek! Nohoho! Thahahat’s wuhorse than rough tickling!” Double D’s laughter was gentle and breathy, much like his usual impish giggle that he typically hid behind his hand.
“Ahh, yes. The delicate tickle always pierces the brain, Double Lee.”
Double D’s laughter was so soft and melodic that it was almost pleasant, if he weren’t dying of embarrassment.
Meanwhile, poor Eddy was kicking like a madman under Kevin.
“DUDE! DOHONT! YOHOU’RE—YOHU’RE GONNA BREAK ME!”
Kevin, smirking wide, slipped his fingers up into Eddy’s armpits. He barely grazed the sensitive skin, his fingers stilled and remained there.
“NOOOOO—GAHAHAHAHAD!! GEHET OHOHOUT OF THERE!! I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHING!!”
Kevin’s laugh was sharp and sadistic, amused that he didn’t even have to move his fingers to make Eddy crumble. “Anything, huh? Even apologize?”
Despite Eddy’s hysterics and desperation, he still couldn’t bring himself to atone for his behavior. He shook his head through his mirth, shaking the tears off his cheeks.
“I’m not hearin’ an apology, dork.” Kevin probed, his fingers wiggling a little deeper into the pits.
“I’M SOHOHOHORRYYYY I SCAMMED YOU!!”
Kevin nodded, satisfied, but didn’t stop. “Not enough. Beg.”
“PLEHEHEHEASE, YOU FLAT-TIRE LUNATIIHIHIIC!! I’LL GIVE THE MONEY BAHAHACK! I’LL GIVE YOU DOUBLE D TOO!”
“WHAT?!” Double D shrieked.
Rolf chuckled warmly, now ghosting his fingers across Double D’s feet. “You are already mine, Double Lee. Accept your fate.”
“NAHAHAT THE FEET! ROHOHOLFF, I’M WEARING THIN SOCKS!” Double D wailed and scrunched up his toes in a futile attempt to protect his overly sensitive soles.
“Rolf knows.”
Rolf’s grin deepened like he’d just caught a prize hog. “Ah, but these thin socks… they offer no protection at all, yes? Almost as if begging Rolf to tickle.”
“I BEG YOU, ROHOHOHOLFF- DON’T!” Double D squealed, toes curled so tightly that his socks wrinkled around them. “I-I NEED THOSE FOR BALANCE! AND—AND ARCH SUPPORT!”
“Arch support?” Rolf echoed with mock gravity. “Rolf shall support them himself!”
He fluttered his fingers across the bottoms of Double D’s socked feet, tracing the shape of his arch with maddening precision.
The reaction was immediate.
Double D squeaked like a rusty hinge and tried to buck Rolf off like a bronco, having fully lost his composure at this point, but he was firmly pinned.
“Barbaric!?” Rolf’s fingers slowed to an insufferable pace, swirling just beneath Double D’s toes. “You insult Rolf’s tickle technique? You wound me!”
Double D screamed into his hands, trying desperately not to kick in fear of causing Rolf any bodily harm, even though he was sure he didn’t have the physical strength to do so.
“YOHOHOU DON’T UNDERSTAND—THE FEET ARE SACRED!”
Rolf leaned in, “Oh, Rolf understands perfectly.” He said as he gripped the cuff of Double D’s perfectly tucked socks and began peeling them back, agonizingly slow.
“W-WA-WAIT—R-ROLF—PLEASE!” Double D’s voice cracked with sheer panic as his bare heels were exposed to the cool air. “I-I HAVE DELICATE SKIN CONDITIONS!”
“And Rolf has delicate intentions,” he whispered devilishly, slipping the socks off completely. “Ahhh. Like potatoes straight from the garden. So smooth. So scrub-worthy.”
Double D clapped his hands over his face in secondhand embarrassment. “THAHAHAT’S NOT A COMPLIMENT!”
Rolf ignored him and started a slow, deliberate tickle, one finger sliding up the center of Edd’s sole while the other danced at his heel.
Edd shrieked like a teakettle. “EEEEEEEEK!! THAHAHAHAT’S THE WOHOHORST PART!! ROHOHOLF!! YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE!”
“Rolf says many things, Double Lee. Some of them true. Some of them ticklish lies.”
He pinched gently at the soft skin beneath Double D’s toes, and the poor boy nearly ascended.
“THIHIHIHIS IS INHUUUUMANE!!”
“Truly, Rolf should be arrested,” the farm boy agreed with a sage nod, though he didn’t stop. “But alas, this is justice.”
Double D’s laughter melted into breathless, high-pitched giggles. His feet twitched helplessly in Rolf’s grasp, toes splaying and curling with every calculated scratch and swirl of a fingertip.
“IHIHIHI’M GONNA LOHOHOSE MY MIIIND!!”
“I think you lost it when you agreed to Eddy’s scam,” Kevin called over with a grin, now lounging lazily atop a thoroughly wrecked Eddy. “Shoulda known better, dork.”
“DOHOHON’T LAUGH AT ME—” Double D tried, before a squeaky hiccup escaped his mouth.
Rolf froze. “What was that?”
“W-Whahat?” Double D blinked rapidly, trying to recover his composure through his hiccuping giggles.
“That noise. The hiccup. Do you always do that when the tickles reach your brain stem?”
“I-I don’t knohohohow!!” Double D wailed, kicking again as if he could burrow into the dirt and disappear.
“Interesting,” Rolf said solemnly. “Rolf must investigate further.”
“NOOOOOOO!!”
Double D’s face flushed red as his laughter turned breathy and helpless. “I’M SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEASE! I’LL NEVER LIE AGAHAIN!”
Finally, after several long minutes of cruel, hysterical punishment, the tickling stopped.
The boys lay in the grass—sweaty, twitching, breathless wrecks.
“Whuh…wh-what caused you to finally desist?” Double D mumbled, blinking dizzily.
Kevin pulled a small camcorder from his back pocket and gave it a little wave. “Because we got what we came for.”
Eddy’s eyes widened. “Whuh…”
“Oh yeah,” Kevin grinned. “We filmed the whole thing, Impractical Jokers style. You begging. Screaming. Sounding like little girls. And your worst spots being revealed. This baby’s going straight into the blackmail vault.”
“Nooooo,” Eddy groaned in humiliation, hiding his face in his hands.
“And you,” Rolf said, gently patting Double D’s cheek, “have the sweetest laugh Rolf has ever heard. Rolf will cherish this footage.”
“Oh, the indignity,” Double D muttered, mortified as he tried to hold onto his decorum.
Kevin leaned in close. “You two ever gonna scam us again?”
“We won’t,” Eddy and Double D said in perfect unison, with Eddy crossing his fingers behind his back mischievously, undeterred even by torture.
Kevin stood up, satisfied. “Cool. Then maybe we won’t make copies,” He said, narrowing his eyes. “Maybe.”
Rolf stood as well, brushing himself off as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. “Come, Kevin. Let us celebrate justice with Rolf’s perfectly aged goat cheese. Is quite good for digestive system, yes.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
The two walked off, leaving the boys crumpled in the grass.
Eddy turned to Double D, already recovered enough to start the blame game. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?! You’re the one who-”
They paused. Looked at each other. And each saw an expression of dread on the other's face.
“We have to get that recording back,” they said in unison.
OH MY GOSH YOU WRITE FOR BOYFRIENDS TOO?! If I can make a request I’d love one where they find out the nerd is ticklish and the other three cuddle him and give him light tickles to see him laugh and blush. And they all think it’s the cutest thing ever. And feel free to request anything to me as well! No rush on this at all I’m so bad with getting fics done. Hope you’re doing well and be sure to hydrate. 💖
Triple the Trouble // Boyfriends Tickle Fic
AHH, YES I DO! And that idea is simply WAY.TOO.CUTE.NOT.TO.GET.DONE! I hope you enjoy this, and you stay hydrated and healthy too! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ❤︎
Vincent, Felix, Kevin and Adrian were enjoying their time watching a new movie that Adrian had recommended to them a few day's ago, after all, he seemed pretty eager for them to watch the whole movie with him, even if it meant having to make a little deal. Aside from that, they all were enjoying watching it - aside from Felix - it had such bright colours that would exactly catch the eye's of their sweet, innocent nerd.
"Ooo, I heard this part was great!" Vincent had opposed, making Adrian's eye's lighten up with childish joy, but their certain goth boyfriend wasn't liking this so much. He wanted to see at least some sort of dark colours, but there was non to arrive. Out of pure boredom, he thought of something to do whilst he was distracted. He was adjusting himself in his position and accidentally rubbed his elbow into Adrian's side. He yelped and immediately covered his side.
The goth went to apologize for hurting him but only to be greeted with a slightly flushed face with slowly widdening eye's. "Look, Adrian, I didn't mean to hur-" "You didn't hurt me." He replied in a low tone, this was making the other's worried, making Kevin pause the movie to walk over and kneel down infront of him, "If your hurt, we need to che-" "I'm not hurt, just, uhm.."
The worried expressions soon left, leaving Felix to grin menacingly, Adrian had saw this as a mirthful smile tugged upon his lips. "Oh, so our little Adrian is just ticklish?" Vincent said so casually, oh yhis was so embarrassing to their mini rainbow.
Felix was the first one to make a move, slowly wiggling his finger's around his tummy to see what type of reaction he'd get. He didn't know if he'd enjoy this so he just kept it gentle for now. The smaller cuffed his face into his hands, laughter bubbling up from his lungs to his throat.
"I think Adrian needs a little cheering up, do you guy's think so?" Felix slathered, Kevin and Vincent making glances to eachother before smiling from the silliness, "Of course."
Kevin had grabbed Adrian's wrists with a hand to put them over his head, his usable hand chiseling patterns into his underarms. Felix changing spots as he dug at his ribs, his nimble finger's getting the grooves with pure ease that immediately sent the other into helpless cackles. Whilst Vincent traced and scribbled at the knee pits, sending flurry's of giggles to mix with his laughter. His laugh was so sweet and soft, it could put anyone into a happy slumber.
"G-GuHUy's! NoHOHo! Ihi CAHAN- WAHAIT, STAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Adrian screeched, throwing his head back as he couldn't curl into a ball, Felix was currently scribbling at his side's near his hip's, getting the nerd to act this way, it was way too adorable, Kevin could tell you since he got to see Adrian's purely happy expression. He was chorteling and snickering, which was he other's favourite sound. Usually they'd tickle Vincent, but to know their nerd was so ticklish, they simply couldn't resist. The laughter was all they heard and the movie was forgotten about, spooning the smallest in bed as aftercare with his strawberry milk being sipped at caringly.
Kevin and Daniel get together in person for the very first duel game of Super Smash Bros in the same house. Amidst the craziness, Kevin gets a great idea from the chat.
This is just a fanfic I whipped up in a matter of an hour. And don't worry: I felt like doing this. I'll be giving myself a break! I promise! I just really wanted to get this out!
Kevin had flown to Japan for a while to hang out with Daniel (Aka: RTGame) after COVID had been mostly eradicated. With both of them double vaxxed, Daniel and Kevin were allowed to hang out without needing to quarantine for 10-14 days!
Kevin and Daniel were now going to record their first videogame together. Well, obviously this wasn’t their first game together. But it would be their first game ever played in the same house! And wanna guess what they played?
If you guessed Super Smash Bros, then you are correct!
Daniel smiled and grabbed his switch controllers. “Alright. Let’s get this video started!” Daniel declared.
Daniel switched the live channel to the webcam and the video game Beside him, was Kevin trying to get his switch controller synced to the console.
“Alright, I think my controllers are synced.” Kevin told him.
“Perfect.” Daniel reacted. “Did you bring your baby too?” Daniel asked.
“You bet I did.” Kevin grabbed his wii baby and placed him in between Daniel and himself.
“Alright! Gilbert will sit beside your little cursed one.” Daniel decided.
“Yay! Awww, look they’re playing!” Daniel reacted as he started bashing Kevin’s Wii baby.
“Awww, how sweet.” Kevin responded.
Daniel sat his baby down beside the knocked over baby, and started choosing his character. “I think I’m gonna choose...Obama.” Daniel decided.
“Oooh! Hahahahaha! I’m gonna choose...Turg.” Kevin decided.
“Alright! Go Turg! I believe in you, Turg!” He joked.
“Awww, thank you, thank you.” kevin replied kindly. “Now DIE!” Kevin shouted right as the game started.
“NO!” Daniel yelled.
And: Kevin and Daniel were off!
[5 rounds later]
Kevin growled as he was beaten again.
“Curse you and your amazing gaming abilities!” Kevin joked.
“Oh, don’t sweat it. You’ll win one, I’m sure.” Daniel told him.
Then, Kevin turned to read the comments people were writing.
{TICKLE HIM!}
{Get him back! :D}
{Go for the ribs!}
{Tickle him till he pees!}
Kevin widened his eyes and laughed.
Daniel turned to him. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh just some stupid comments.” Kevin replied, before turning back to the camera and winking.
A new game had just begun! King Dedede! Vs. Ganondorf! The players immediately started smashing each other.
Kevin turned to the comments and read them rather quickly without seeming too obvious.
{is he gonna do it?}
{LOL Tickle his little tootsies!}
{Is Dan even ticklish?}
{Tickle your lad!}
Kevin smiled and wiggled his fingers towards the camera. Then, he returned to the game so he didn’t notice anything.
“Dude, you’re not really even fighting me.” Daniel reacted.
“I know, sorry.” Kevin told him.
“I might have another win under my belt!” Dan reacted.
“Yeah, maybe.” Kevin replied.
As it would turn out, Dan would win yet again.
“Oooh! Man, I am destroying you!” Dan reacted, cracking his back and smiling.
“Not for long!” Kevin declared.
The next game was on! It was very much the same characters as before: Ganondorf Vs. King Dedede! The fight started out rather normally.
“Yes! Take that! And that!” Daniel declared.
“No!” Kevin yelled.
Daniel and Kevin were halfway through the game when Dan had struck.
“I am so- GaaAAH!” Dan screeched like a dog, and curled in on himself. “KEVIN!” He yelled.
“What?” He asked, squeezing his sides more.
“NOho! Kehehevin yohohou cheheheateher!” He laughed quietly at first.
“You’re the one winning all the time!” Kevin reacted.
“Ihihit’s nohohot- OHOHO GOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter jumped a few octaves as he was tickled up in the armpits. “QUIHIHIT IHIHIT!” He laughed more.
“Then quit winning!” Kevin declared.
Dan was laying on the other side, kicking the babies as he tried to push Kevin’s fingers off him.
“Okay, he’s ticklish in the armpits! The armpits are a bad one! Where else do I go?” Kevin asked the chat.
“Wahahait whahahahat!?” Daniel asked.
“The chat wanted me to get revenge!” He told him. “And LOADS of people wanted it.” He added.
“WHYHYHYHY?!” He asked.
“Oho, you know why.” Kevin replied.
Kevin moved to his stomach to see if it was ticklish at all. And sure enough, it was!
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!” He begged.
“But tickling you is so much fun! And I’m not just saying that. Tickling you is actually more fun than I expected.” Kevin told him and the chat.
Daniel was squeaked and squealed the moment his belly button was even touched.
“NOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUCK!” He laughed.
“Just laugh it up, Dan. It makes the world a little more happier. Unless you don’t like happy, that is.” He joked, referring to his videos of destruction.
“FUHUHUCKING HEHEHEHEHELL! LEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHO!” he begged.
“Let you go? And risk you beating me again? I don’t think so!” He teased. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” He teased.
“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO WEIHIHIHIRD!” He reacted.
“Why thank you, Dan! I know I’m weird.” Kevin replied. “And the chat is also weird for suggesting such a thing.” He added.
Dan was wiggling around, laughing hysterically and flailing his arms around. He had dropped his controllers onto the couch by now, and had completely lost all composure.
“WHYHYHY AHAHAHARE YOHOHOHOU SOHOHO GOHOHOOD AHAHAHAT THIHIHIS?!” Dan asked.
“I have a sister, Dan! I’ve had countless tickle fights before!” Kevin responded.
Dan pushed him off. “Wehehehe’re on cahahamerahaha!” He told him.
Kevin grabbed his foot. “And that hasn’t stopped people before, has it?” Kevin asked.
“NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT MYHY FEHEHEET!” He begged.
“Oh? Not the feet? Not these pair of feet?” He asked, tickling them with his fingers.
“NOHOHO FEHEHEHEHEET REHEHEHECOHOHORDIHIHING!” He begged.
“Oh…” Kevin stopped and moved to the bottom of the couch. “Here:” He sat down on the ground in front of the couch and held onto his foot. “No feet shots.” He promised before resuming back to tickling his foot.
Dan covered his mouth and squealed, trying to keep his laughter in.
“Ooooooh, being resistant now?” He asked.
Daniel shook his head, throwing his bouncy hair around in the process, and kept his hand on his whole mouth.
“I see, I see. Looks like I’ll have to pull your toes back…” He pulled his toes back, “And tickle your little footsie this way!” He declared, tickling his exposed toes.
Daniel squealed again and tugged on his foot. “NO!”
“Ohohoho YES!” He started scratching and skittering quickly to finally get him to break.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He finally laughed. “IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHO BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!” He screamed!
“Kitchy kitchy koo!” Kevin teased.
“DOHOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHAT!” He ordered.
“Don’t say what? Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo? A kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” He teased more.
“NOHOHOHO!” He laughed.
“Your feet are surprisingly very ticklish!” He reacted. “I’m genuinely surprised.” he admitted.
“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHP!” Dan ordered yet again.
“Shut up?! You expect me, the man behind the baby abuse and Jim Pickens killings, to shut up?!” He reacted.
Dan shook his head.
“In fact, I am just gonna further annoy you by singing my favorite song while I tickle you!” Kevin declared.
“WAHAHAHIT!” He begged.
“Nope!” He started singing. ♫Country rooooooaaad! Take me hoooooome!♫ he sang proudly with a smirk.
“STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!” Dan ordered.
♫To the plaaaaaaace, I beloooooong!♫ He continued to sing.
“WHAHAHAHAT THEHEHE FUHUHUHUHUCK!” Dan shouted.
♫West virginiaaaaaaaa, southern maamaaaaaa!♫ He continued to sing.
“HEHEHEHEHELP CHAHAHAHAHAT!” He finally begged towards the chat.
♫Take me hoooooome, country rooooooaaaad.♫ Kevin finished.
“YOHOHOHOU’RE BEHEHEHEIHIHING CRAHAHAHAZYHYHYHY!” Dan fought.
“Well, looks like we have to start it aaaaaaall over again!” Kevin declared.
“NOHOHOHO!” Dan begged and pleaded. “CHAHAHAHAT PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHEHELP!”
♫Country rooooooaaaad! Take me hooooooooome♫ Kevin started singing all over again.
And Dan would wind up never getting saved by the poor chat. In fact, the chat room would only encourage it further with their comments!
