First publication of the tword yaay *leaves it and runs away*
Some headcanons, Lightbulb is the only object Paintbrush lets tickle them without trying to escape, and their hair is their worst spot, because it's not really hair, it's part of them, did I explain it well?
Also, sorry if it looks bad, my camera is trash and I can't draw in ibis paint at the moment
Summary - When Lightbulb’s cookies go missing, she confronts her suspected culprit.
Word Count - 1450
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Lightbulb was on Inanimate Island, sitting in a large, grassy field. The day’s challenge had concluded, and the team captain was enjoying some time to herself.
On her right was a pile of oatmeal raisin cookies, previously awarded to her team. Lightbulb had collected the baked goods from the other Bright Lights, as she seemed to be the only one who didn’t despise the cookie type.
Reaching to her right, Lightbulb felt around on the ground for one of her cookies, but was met with only grass and dirt.
“Huh? That’s strange.” Lightbulb said to herself. “Oh! They must be on my other right. Silly me.”
Lightbulb felt around on the ground once more, this time on her left, but still came up empty handed.
“Wha? Where did… wh-who…”
Lightbulb frantically searched around, looking for any trace of her missing snack, when suddenly, she spotted something. Over in the distance, a large, circular figure stood tall in the field.
Baseball.
Narrowing her eyes, Lightbulb stood, stomping in the other’s direction.
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“Hey, you!”
Baseball turned around, a voice having suddenly appeared behind him.
“Oh, hey Lightbulb. What’s up?” He greeted as Lightbulb came to a stop.
“Don’t act so innocent, thief! I know exactly what you did. Well, not exactly, but I have a pretty good idea!”
Baseball blinked.
“Uh, I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“My oatmeal raisin cookies! Somebody swiped them under the cover of darkness! Which is strange because the sun hasn’t gone down yet…” Lightbulb paused, placing her fingers to her chin in thought, before continuing, “and who more likely a culprit than my nemesis, the captain of the other team! Stealing my snack to mess with my mind and throw me off my game, eh?!”
Baseball stared blankly in return, trying to make sense of the accusation.
“Lightbulb, you know those things cause global warming, right? You really shouldn’t be eating them. Not sure why you’d want to anyway when they taste so disgusting. You would never catch me with one, stolen or not.”
“Denying it, are we?” Lightbulb took a step closer. “I have to warn you, Baseball, you might not like what happens next if you don’t admit to your crimes.”
Baseball sighed. "I already told you, I didn’t take your cookies. I would never do something like that.”
“Alright, you leave me no choice.”
Lightbulb moved even closer to Baseball, sticking her arms out at her sides before thrusting them forward. Her hands came into contact with Baseball’s sides, where they remained, stationary.
Baseball looked down at her, confused.
“Uh, Lightbulb?”
No response. Instead, Lightbulb’s fingers began fluttering against the white surface, increasing their speed with each passing second.
“Pfft-! H-hey! Stohop thahat!” Baseball giggled, shutting his eyes and slightly bending his knees.
“Nuh-uh. If you’re not gonna fess up, then I’ve just gotta tickle it out of ya.”
Baseball shook his body around in an attempt to deter Lightbulb, but she kept up her attack.
“If yohou dohon’t quihit it, I’ll hahave to doho sohomething you mihight not lihike!” Baseball warned, opening one eye.
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try!”
“Ohokay, you ahasked for ihit.”
Baseball then dropped to the ground, bringing his legs up and placing his heels on either side of Lightbulb. He then slowly rolled onto his back, lifting Lightbulb into the air in the process.
Lightbulb halted her fingers as she felt herself being lifted, quickly latching onto Baseball’s legs for support. Baseball stopped rolling once he was completely on his back, shifting his legs so that Lightbulb was laying flat against his soles, staring down at him.
“Well, this is not what I was expecting. You may be able to bring a light into the sky, Baseball, but you can’t make it fly!” Lightbulb let go of one of his legs, raising her fist and shaking it.
“Oh, don’t worry. There’s more.”
Baseball then drew back his legs, holding them there for a moment, before propelling them forward, one after the other, in a constant kicking motion. The kicks had very little force behind them so as to not hurt Lightbulb. They did, however, send a tingly sensation through her body as they repeatedly made contact with her metal base.
Lightbulb quickly returned her free hand to Baseball’s leg, holding onto him in order to prevent herself from being flung off.
“Ihi hahave beheen decehehived!” She cried out, kicking her legs as she laughed.
“Promise to leave me alone and I’ll stop.” He offered.
“Nehever!”
Lightbulb released her hold on Baseball’s legs, a single kick then sending her flying through the air and into a nearby bush.
Baseball gasped. “Lightbulb!”
Clambering to his feet, Baseball quickly made his way over to the bush.
“A-are you okay?! I didn’t mean to-”
“Ooh, ouch, the pain-!” Lightbulb’s cries cut him off. “Oh, how will I ever recover?”
“Lightbulb?” Baseball shuffled closer, his expression one of concern.
“Baseball, come closer. See what I have become.”
Baseball, using one leg, pushed the bush aside. Inside, Lightbulb was laying on her back, one arm draped across her forehead. She turned to look at him.
“Thank you, Baseball… for falling for my ruse!” She suddenly shot up, standing and lunging at Baseball, who cried out in alarm.
Bumping into him, Lightbulb quickly brought her hands up to roughly scribble across Baseball’s middle.
“NAHAHA! LIHIGHTBUHULB!”
“Oldest trick in the book! A book which you have clearly not read. Otherwise, you would have seen the chapter on my sneak attack. So, I guess it’s actually a good thing you didn’t read it. For me, anyway.”
Doing his best to not let Lightbulb’s nonsensical ramblings faze him, Baseball rushed forward, knocking into her. She fell back, landing on the ground with an oomph.
Baseball wasted no time, immediately moving forward and plunking himself down on Lightbulb’s middle, effectively pinning her under his weight. His knees gently pressed into her upturned palms, pinning them, as well.
Lightbulb struggled momentarily. “Darn, this wasn’t part of the plan.”
Silently, Baseball leaned down, pressing a raspberry to the neck of her glass bulb. He followed it with another, and another.
“GUAH- AHAHA!” Lightbulb thrashed, her legs kicking wildly.
As Baseball continued the onslaught, he felt Lightbulb’s hands wrap around his knees as best they could, followed by the discharge of small, harmless electric sparks from her fingers.
He pulled back momentarily, giggling. “Cuhut thahat ohout!”
“NOHO- YOHOU! EHEHE!” Lightbulb insisted through her laughter.
Baseball resumed the raspberries, but could not shake the feeling of the incessant sparking at his knees.
After a little while, Baseball could no longer stand it. He pulled back completely, moving off of Lightbulb and back onto the ground.
The two team captains remained there, neither making a move, as they each regained their breath. Baseball glanced over at Lightbulb, who was hugging her middle.
“Lightbulb,” He broke the silence between them, standing to tower over her, “let’s just call a truce. Otherwise, we’re going to be here all day.”
Lightbulb looked at him before sitting up.
“No way!” She grabbed onto his knees once more. “I’m not letting go until you tell me where you stashed my cookies!”
As the sparks started flowing from her fingertips, Baseball sat back down, directing his heels to Lightbulb’s sides, against which they began repeatedly dragging up and down.
The two maintained the battle of wills for a number of minutes, before Lightbulb’s grip began to falter, and a certain weakness started to spread through Baseball’s legs.
The sparks ceased, with Lightbulb’s hands sliding down and off of Baseball, while Baseball’s legs sank down to the ground. Lightbulb topped forwards, falling face-first onto the ground directly in front of Baseball.
“This exchange has exchanged my energy for non-energy.” She mumbled into the dirt, raising her hands in the air. “You win, Baseball. You can have the whole bakery.”
“Lightbulb, for the last time, I don’t want your cookies. I never took them to begin with.” Baseball said, looking down at her. “Can we just agree to be on friendly terms again?”
Lightbulb pushed herself up onto her elbows, being greeted with the sight of an outstretched leg from Baseball.
“Alrighty.” She grabbed hold, accepting the handshake.
Lightbulb then stood up, with Baseball following suit.
“Glad we learned something today.” She brushed herself off. “Well, I’m off to find the real cookie snatcher!”
“Heh, good luck with that!” Baseball called out as Lightbulb walked off, internally cringing at even the thought of consuming an oatmeal raisin cookie.
Lightbulb could sure be an unpredictable source of chaos, and with her leading one of the teams again, Baseball knew one thing for certain.
This was definitely going to be an interesting season.
