Okay okay, we're both in Lee heavy mood...
How would he react to getting gang tickled? His team mates purposely teaming up, whispering like schoolgirls before sneaking on him and tackling him down to the carpet to tickle him. I think that even people who weren't involved in the first place also join because lol
"He's taller than all of us, he's stronger than all of us, perhaps even all of us combined, and he managed to tickle each and every one of us no problem" Medic counted on his fingers aloud as his boots led him in circles around the medbay, "but that does not mean he can't be defeated for, my friends, he is ticklish as well," He finished triumphally, earning cheers from the crowd of mercenaries gathered in front of him.
Well, at least from Soldier, Demoman, and a chuckle from Engineer. Oh, but Pyro joined by clapping and bouncing on the balls of their feet.
"Is that what this "meeting" is about? I did not sign up for this." Spy rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Acting like you weren't tearing up from laughing when he tickled your ribs two days ago." Medic grinned at him, relishing in the blush he could, just barely, see on the visible skin near Spy's cheeks.
"Booo!" Demo yelled after Spy who was already almost out the door.
"At least do your spy thing, Frenchie, and figure out where the Commie is right now!" Soldier added fervently.
"Well," Medic put his hands together after the door closed behind Spy, "as I was saying, all we need to do is get him together. He might be able to fight off one or two of us, maybe three, perhaps four on a good day," Sniper put his face in his hand and shook his head in the background, "but not eight, well seven now, especially if we get him at the same time and by surprise."
"Heh, sounds good, doc," Engie snickered and gave a thumb-up.
Medic nodded and looked at the rest of the gathered mercenaries. Demoman, Soldier, and Pyro were back to loudly conspiratorially whispering among themselves, while Scout and Sniper, though standing apart, were showing the same behaviour - shifting their weight from leg to leg, looking anywhere but at the others, and blushing. Blushing a lot.
"I dunno, doc," Scout finally mumbled, "I mean it sounds good 'n’ all but... it's just... ya know I-,"
"I know, I know," Medic cut in but he was still grinning evilly, "you and Herr Sniper," He gazed at said merc who turned his head away, however subtly, "are quite the flustered ones, especially when it comes to tickling." He didn't acknowledge Scout's squeak or Sniper's dry cough. "However, I still urge you to join us."
"No, thanks." Sniper took place at Scout's right side causing him to straighten up. "Tickle Heavy all ya want, but me 'n' Scout are out."
"Fine," Medic sighed dramatically, "your loss. Five is still enough. So," He looked straight at the remaining mercenaries waiting for revenge, "are we ready to tickle our dear Heavy?"
"Mpph hhhhm!" Pyro pumped their fist in the air, Demoman, Soldier and Engineer adding up with their own cheers.
And with that the parade of manic energy was out the door. The last thing Scout and Sniper heard was a muffled,
"So, did you find him? Where is he?!"
And that was that. Or so Scout thought. He was going to close himself in his room for a while, cover his ears and after a while it would be over.
"Wh- where are ya goin'?!" His gaze followed after Sniper who was not directing his steps back to his van.
"Just cause I ain't gonna take part doesn't mean I don't wanna see."
And despite that, Scout found himself not retreating into his room either.
"There he is," Medic whispered to the other four as they lingered near the entrance to the common room where Heavy was sitting on the couch, eyes lazily following the movement on the television's screen. "Everyone ready? Alright. Drei... zwei... eins... go!"
With a gasp Heavy was on the carpet, surrounded and pinned down at random angles. And... despite squirming he was unable to get up.
"We got him, boys!" Engie exclaimed as he fought to stay sitting on top of Heavy's arm.
"What is going on?" Heavy demanded, his eyes jumping from one teammate to another. "Let Heavy go!"
"Ohohoho, nein, nein, not this time." Medic rubbed his gloved hands while observing Heavy's open, vulnerable form.
"No worries, laddie, we just want some justice!"
Heavy's eyes opened wider.
"Affirmative! But it's a different kind of justice!"
Heavy gulped, the corners of his lips going up despite himself.
Heavy sucked in his stomach.
"Now... let's see how ticklish that stomach is." With that way too many sets of wiggling fingers found their spots and attacked. Tummy, sides, ribs, neck, knees...
"Holy crap," Scout whispered.
"BWAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! HEAVY IS- NOHOHOHOHO!"
"Ya said it." Sniper kept staring.
"NOHOHOHOHOT THE TUMMY! NOT! NYET- AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"He's so frickin' ticklish..."
"His belly's so big it would be so easy to get it..."
"With 'em holdin' the bloke like that it'd be easy to get 'im anywhere. He does kinda deserve it."
"S-STOHOHOHOP IT! PPPLLEEHEHEHEHASEHEHEHEH! HEAVY'S SOOHOHOHOOOORY!"
"Fuck, his smile's so nice."
Through their whispers and Heavy's wild laughter Scout and Sniper barely registered Spy materializing behind them.
"Are you really planning to just keep watching like creeps?"
"Says you, Spook." Sniper rolled his eyes but there was no venom in his voice.
"And who said I was just watching?"
With that Spy entered the room, ignored everyone's encouraging words and kneeled next to Heavy who adamantly shook his head causing a few tears to trickle down his cheeks.
"Spy... no..." But damn was he smiling.
"Hmph. My apologies, mon ami." Spy's tone did not sound apologetic at all as he dug his fingers into Heavy's hip, causing the rest of the ticklers to return to tickling as well.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO-!" Heavy's voice went silent only to return with vengeance a few seconds later.
Scout and Sniper exchanged glances.
And so, the two completed the revenge squad.
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Should I kill myself be honest