#ler!shedletsky

[shedleesky]

Uhhh hiiiii you don’t know me buuuut I’m friends with @buildlerman

He needs to be wrecked rn and he said you were the best person to go to so go GETTEM

Sorry if this is weird 🥹

“Oh? Meee?! Gasp! Now I MUST!!” -he grinned mischievously as his wings flared. He instantly went to go find Builderman-

[scp999ticklemonster]

Your last post made me think that the killers now have to avoid being stunned, otherwise the survivors will always take advantage of them and team up to tickle them the rest of the round LOL

I wonder how the specter feels about them tickling each other instead of killing

he ABSOLUTELY hates it >:)

[chococovered]

ooough im goin to jail fo this

[tkl-007n7]

A lot of ppl requested lee 1x1x1x1 bc.. shrugs.. I never answered BUT! I did the lil doodle

Sorry for the one who requested ler john doe, John doesn't rekt other killers, only survivors.. hc.. THEY DO NOT LIKE JOHN DOE AND JOHN DOE HATES THEM 💔..

As for speech, uh.. I didn't do any speech bubbles, but I can write it down! [I didn't had enough space.]

🌿🕷; "Shehedletskeheyy..."

🪶; "Yyeess, 1x?"

🌿🕷; "Stahap- stohop thahat ridiculous thihing-!"

🪶; "Oh- erm.. lemme think abt thaattt.."

🪶; "How about.. nah? :]"

🌿🕷; "SHEHED, PleHeheASe-!!"

🪶; "Nope! It's too fun to pass- I mean- look at that tummy! Begging to get spoiled!"

🌿🕷; "HhehE-!"

🪶; "And if I scribble my fingers right here.."

🌿🕷; "Shehed- SHE- AHAHA-?! WAHAHIT-"

🪶; "You'll just go NUTS with that!"

"Isn't that just fun, 1x?~"

I'm lazy, leave me alone.

[motley-themotster]

I really like the way you draw forsaken characters :)!!

Idk if you’re still taking requests 😔 but I really like Shedletsky and Guest1337 so can you draw Ler Shed and Lee Guest?

note: NEVER sword fight with shedletsky

[thecloudycloud]

lee-guest 1337 and Ler-Chance!! Please! >|3

@pjofan-dragonutgroblox

Troublemakers smh

Any ways thx for alll the support on my previous 2 art posts ^^ enjoy this food my little fishies

[overbaked-tkls]

Hihihihi if your reqs are open

May Iask for Lee 1x1x1x1. . . They're cool as a ler but I need to see them get destroyed =3c

ALRIGHT alright. it is 9 pm for me and i have cooked up a whopping 5.5k WORDS for yall, eat up!!

fyi i do write them as familial creator+creation, shedletsky literally refers to 1x as his child (1x hates it unironically LMAO but that's not that point), so uhh no hate to those who don’t but that's how it is here :) enjoy

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

Not Silly

words: 5,521

switch!shedletsky, switch!1x1x1x1

summary: In rounds, Shedletsky takes stunning the killer VERY seriously. Very seriously... Aside from a few exceptions, that is.

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Slice slice, slash slash, blah blah blah. The routine would have been almost enjoyable after all this time– Victims all laid out for her, just for her, like squirming, running mice.

If only he wasn’t there. Constantly pushing, trying his hardest to make her life difficult while obviously having fun doing so. At least, it looked like he enjoyed it. 

It was annoying. Irritating. Even more so ‘today’, whatever another day meant. But why suspect it was anything worth noting? Shedletsky was always annoying. Especially when it came to stepping just past the line, barely keeping her from what she wanted. In this case, a certain healer six feet under.

“Dodge and weasel all you want–”

And that, Elliot did. Spectre forbid he ever helped his teammates. Just giving a quick pizza to hold them over would always earn him a deathly glare, frequently followed by being chased to his death. Now was no different.

“–You'll tire eventually, you pest.” Just as 1x wound up a projectile, a sword slashed jagged across her shoulder. She kneeled down and rested her sword on the ground, growling out a threat as she watched her knocking-on-deaths-door victim run away from her. And despite the urge to turn slightly and curse an insult, anything– she refused to look back and watch h i m run away. Refused to give him the satisfaction of her anger. Just this once, she wouldn’t let him see her weakness, because she definitely didn’t care at all.

Not a bit.

Oh, once she got something sharp through that idiot’s chest—

Fine, she’d get both of them later. That pizza boy, preferably within the next minute later. The bright red beacon, as obvious as he was, had slipped around a corner or two, though. She just needed a little extra.. perspective. 

But halfway through standing up and tearing at her eye, the sounds of retreating footsteps came up not-so-subtly behind her, and quickly escalated into the very unwelcome feeling of being grappled to the floor. 

And just from the feel, the audacity to even try something like this, she knew who it was. “UGRHHGh- OFF.” 

She swung one of the swords she was holding around to her backside, unexpectedly hitting nothing but air. He was right there-?

“Its quite rude to stab someone without a reason, you know?” One of the swordfighter’s stupid sandals pressed into her back, his voice grating against her ears.

“Oh, pity.” Sarcasm, barely making it’s way through her static, growly voice. “YOu stabbed ME first!!”

“Well, you almost finished off poor Elliot over there… How could you be so cruel, huh?” Shedletsky narrowly deflected an attempted stab with his own sword, locking all three swords in the scuffle into a disorganized mess.

The grinding, screeching sound of metal fell deaf on her compared to his voice. What was that even supposed to mean? The embodiment of his hatred, a forgotten project killer, cruel. Calling them cruel was laughable. But knowing better, Shedletsky was just being stupid and annoying. Nothing special. Like he always was, getting in her way.

… Just like her… admittedly way less than average eyesight was right now. While she could see that pest in the sides of her vision by turning her head on the ground, it was blurry; not enough to properly slash him. Part of her was surprised that that stupid swordfighter hadn’t just stabbed her a few times and ran away, but this certainly wasn’t the first time he’d gone out of his way to make things difficult– not just through injury, but body blocking right when it was inconvenient, baiting her into chasing him, and spectre forbid making fun of their swordsmanship. Speaking of;

“PFfhah- are you even trying to hit me? Double wielding, and you cant even hit me with one! Thought I trained you better..” Shedletsky kneeled, one leg on the killer’s back and one on the ground. Just so he could barely evade and deflect each attack, but also keep 1x on the floor.

This was getting to be a little too vulnerable of a situation for her to tolerate, and as a result her patience ran thin. “RrrRRRAGH- GET OFF ME, yOU-aHgHAhH-A” She reeled her arm back and swung her blade once more, but the trajectory completely missed the target. Instead, it grazed the floor beside, the impact sound a weak scraping noise. 

Although, nearly unnoticeable competing with the hiss she let out, directly followed by a choked back, almost strangled laugh.

Shedletsky thought it would be funny, that was all. And it was surprising that it actually worked too- you’d think the adrenaline practically radiating off her figure in visible neon light would make 1x unreactive. Yet he was rewarded with a staticky shriek when he dropped his own sword in favor of slightly digging into the backs of her ribs. She’d adopted a black sort of cape to her outfit recently… likely because having your literal skeleton visible was a disadvantage. But somehow, Shedletsky had the muscle memory to know exactly where to press.

Either way, the reaction practically urged him to continue. He just HAD to take the opportunity, right? “Yiiiikes, that swing was extra sloppy. Gonna need to work on your form…”

Shedletsky was more satisfied by the sight of both of her swords nearly falling from her loosened grasp, now half empty hands twitching with both irritation and confusion. Short lived, because the second she got her grip back, she slashed at him again.

Miss after miss. 

He wished to an extent it was like those moments. Back then, dropping weapons meant irritation after too many difficult hours of swordfighting. The hidden frustration he failed to notice when it counted.

Buuuuuut that was ages ago. She wasn’t even a she back then. Guess they’d both changed- shocker. 

He got instantly dragged back from that thought train after nearly being bucked off. Riiightt, probably shouldn’t let your guard down in clawing distance from a ruthless killer. Not so ruthless now though. “Pfft- wriggly, aren’t you? Maybe I should count your ribs again, like I did when you were an ittty-bitty robloxian spawn–” He strayed his hand a bit, and teasingly dragged his thumb across the side stretch of her back. Something instantly bothered him about the way he could feel her ribs so easily through the cloak, and then he tried to pretend it didn’t.

1x violently shuddered and tried to buck him off again, but was unsuccessful. Originally, they wouldn’t have dignified him with a response, but the pure irritation and embarrassment of getting teased by the one person they hated to receive it from most? It took away her judgement, cut clean off. And the threat, even in all of its non-seriousness, caught her attention.

“NoHO YOu- aHaKH.” Something between a pitiful cough and a laugh. “YOU’RE SOHOHOHO DEHEAD, SHEHEDLEHEHETSKY!” Her voice was vicious. But unfortunately not threatening enough. For him, at least.

The swordfighter snorted, not relenting in the slightest. “You really think I, the winner of one hundred fifty–”

“AHAND. YOHOU’RE HEAVY.”

“Ouuch.” The avian fake whined, tweaking one of their lower ribs. “But. Don’t we weigh the same or something, hija..? Isn’t that how it works? Or something like that?” Probably not anymore.

She hissed, in what could have been pain. Honestly, her back already hurt enough from him and that foolish cultist. But given the context? Just frustration. And mirth, enough to squeak too high for her normal voice to register. “DON’T CAhAhALL ME THAT!” 

He playfully huffed through his nose. “Well how is that fair? You didn’t like ‘daughter’ either…” The swordfighter complained, lightly and quickly pinching the area just to the side of the killer’s lowermost ribs.

“Exa—CTLY, yoU PEHEST–” 1x jolted and kicked, her voice cracking and cutting out for half a second.

Shedletsky absolutely keyed into the reaction, sitting up. “OooOOoooh, is there bad? Right here?” He pressed the tips of his fingers into the same space, grinning in the corner of 1x1x1x1’s vision.

“NO. NONAHAhA–” 1x roughly shoved at the ground to push herself up as he started scribbling and giving tiny squeezes to the same spot, writhing like a fish out of water just for any chance to throw him off. But all that really did was leave some nasty claw marks on the ground, and amuse the person above them.

“Ohhhhh so it’s not. I’m not so sure though, see– cause’ you seem pretty loud right now and maybe, just maybe you–”

They seethed. And yet, the teasing and everything distracted them too much to conjure up a compelling response. “SHUT UHUP! SHUT UP SHUT UHUHUP!”

Shedletsky snickered. “Telling me to be quiet when you’re cackling like that? That’s silly, don’t you think? I’ll paaaasssss…”

Not silly. NOT silly, NOT SILLY. That’s a stupid, pathetic term. Maybe she should call him that when she finally managed to get rid of him. Embarrassed internal flames licked at the tips of her fingers, and she lashed her arm back– whether from the impulsive frustration or her body trying to rid itself of that idiotic parasite attached to her, who knows.

“aH- Careful with the squirming, you’re whipping me with your hair…” Shedletsky quietly laughed in between sentences. “Speaking of, have you grown it out even more, my lovely child? I think-”

Something came to a vicious boil beneath her chest. She didn’t care what he thought, but–

“–It looks nice. If only whoever was keeping us here did hair service, y’kno-”

That violent fire flickered for a brief moment, before spreading throughout the rest of her. Okay, maybe she did care. And that brought anger, but… Bordered on something else that didn’t truly feel like hatred. And she hated it, ironically. “SAhAY THAHaHAT To mE agAHAhain, ahaNd– aHAHAND.”

Shedletsky mock gasped, kneading just a bit above the killer’s hipbone. It came like muscle memory to him for some reason– exactly where to get for those immature, very unlike 1x giggles. Which she’d argue to her non-existent death day. Not like her at ALL.

“Hey, I just complimented you. So cruel, how could yo–?”

Again, with the ‘cruel’ thing. She didn’t even let him finish. “I’M rIPPing thoHOse WINGS oHOff I SWEHEAR–”

The swordfighter snorted. Both at the way she reacted, and the absurdity of the threat. “You can’t even reach your own back, how are you supposed to reach mine? Maybe you should do stretches. Helps me.” He enunciated his words with a few pokes and scribbles on the venomous killer’s sides, only serving to irritate her. And earn him some more staticky, panicked cackles, which he also pretended to not appreciate– it was much more endearing than he’d like to admit.

Of course, he’d joke with the other survivors, and obviously 1x1x1x1 wasn’t laughing for the same reason, but it was something different than the often awkward, timid responses he got back. A refresher, even if it meant getting death threats about every two seconds. 

1x finally, reluctantly let her swords fully clatter out of her hands and onto the floor. Disarming herself– just temporarily, she thought– to remove those goddamn hands. Just to get him to stop. Then she’d dispose of him. And after that..

Uh… Her well thought out plan she always had of exactly how she would win the round had escaped her. But she’d figure it out.

The swordfighter barely jolted his arm back in time as 1x swiped again, the sharp end of one clawed finger leaving a long, thin cut across the back of his hand. It barely drew blood, and he struck back instantly.

In short, the attempt to get him off was more than just unsuccessful, only working against her favor and getting her arms pinned behind her back. For a short moment, a part of her wished the pathetically silly– no, annoying– sensation caused pain instead, but then that thought was snuffed out by said sensation starting up again. Worse. Spidering, and then drilling– she’d turned herself over onto her side, and barely even noticed.

Oh, how stupid was she? Was she really this weak, to get dismantled by this? This? HIM? You’re supposed to be filled with hatred and rage towards him, not be subject to whatever this is. He’s controlling you.

Shedletsky was completely oblivious. Maybe. Orr maybe not. “Awww, just like old times, right 1x?”

“KIHILL YOURSEHELF!” Their voice came out in giggly breaks. Shedletsky thought it was a bit dramatic for how much he was doing, but found it.. kinda adorable, nonetheless. 

“Because you can’t?” He teased, wiggling his fingers into their middle ribs and brightening at the way 1x kicked at him.

“BECAUHAUSE yOU NEHEED INSTRUHUCTIONS.”

“Huhhh.” He acted like he was genuinely pondering that notion, before moving on. “Suree. You see 1x, you keep insulting and threatening me, but I still haven’t heard a ‘stop’.”

1x1x1x1’s eyes widened, and the red light spilling out of them dimmed. Ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice in favor of considering what he said, had she really not..? 

No, he was lying. He was, right? The logical part of her tried to think back, but honestly she couldn’t think back more than five seconds because of that cowardice chicken lover– the idiot that couldn’t face her head on– no matter, she’d say it now.

“StoHOHOP.” And.. she hated how uncompelling it came out. She had a lot to hate today.

“Whaaat? Nooo, too late now! It doesn’t count if I had to remind you, child.”

Another complaint came up to the back of 1x’s mouth, but all that came out from the manifestation was another long cackly wheeze. Can this get any worse? Oh wait, of course it can. It’s that stupid avian; ‘could this get any better?’ was the real question. But she continued to force out spineless obscenities nonetheless.

“Heights, you’re mouthy. I thought it ended at your quips, but clearly not..” Shedletsky muttered. Wonder where they got it from. Definitely not being around him in his godly years, right? Nahh. 

“Y’know, I wonder…” The swordfighter stopped digging, just to slightly move 1x’s cloak off the side of their torso.

1x1x1x1 almost managed to respond back in the short pause, but then something extremely unfamiliar vibrated throughout her nerves, instantly frying her ability to coherently think. It was like an actual live wire on the side of her stomach… and enough to make her forcefully rip her arms free from the swordfighter’s hold.

It took them approximately four seconds, plus an impossibly loud, crackling and mirthful squeal from their own throat to figure out what the hell he was doing, even being able to see him now that they were turned over. Then it clicked- a raspberry. She’d consider it childish, if she could think farther than ‘I’m going to impale him first chance’ and ‘HEIGHTS, why is that so bad’ right then. And yet, when her arms were finally free, no harm came from her sharp claws. Just a weak push on Shedletsky’s head with her palms, and being pinned right back.

She was almost unavoidably focused on the feeling, but still she scrambled for anything else to focus on other than the stupidly maddening and warm sensation on the side of her ribs. The only thing her head came up with? Too much time had passed, and that healer pest had probably found himself a medkit. By the time she got Shedletsky off of her and recovered herself enough to wield a sword– let alone both– there would be no way she could win this. And that was assuming she could even stop this in the first place, because even the neon color indication of her energy drained from her bit by bit as that idiot took a breath and blew another one, a little bit more centered this time.

The swordfighter eventually removed his face from the killer’s torso and smiled even more, teeth showing. It looked far too genuine for 1x1x1x1’s liking. “Ohoho. Raspberries still get you? Even after all this time?”

1x looked away, absolutely refusing to respond in words to such a question. She hated the implications, and despised the fact Shedletsky had held onto those memories.

“Well, in that case...” Obviously, he was going to do another one.

Shedletsky was only able to breathe in and just start the third when the start of a plea escaped the depths of the killer. And clearly by the word choice, their pride and logic had failed to keep up and harshly filter it out first.

“dAHaHAhAhAHA–D PLEHEA-”

1x1x1x1’s heart dropped. She cut herself off, half-intentionally going into a wheezing fit of laughter to cover that up.

“PffphAHa- I- Whahat??” Shedletsky slowed to a stop and leaned back on his heels, the amused smile not leaving his face, but tinted with shock. “Say again?” He let her go, clinging onto those words like a vice.

1x cleared their throat, shoving him as hard as their arms would possibly allow. Which wasn’t very much. For all that is the spectre, they could not get up off the floor at the moment. Even being out of his grasp. Their head felt.. Fuzzy, and they stared at the swordfighter for a few seconds as a headache took hold in them. She scrambled for an answer, because as much as she didn’t want to respond, not responding would essentially be a checkmate for her pride. Permanently. “DIhihie. Die, yohou idiohot.”

The shock left his face, replaced by an widening grin. “Nahh, I don’t think that’s what you said. Tell me what you said.”

Thankfully, she caught something standing stationary in the far corner of her eyesight. Unmistakable chains, that familiar shade of green– one of her minions. Her ticket out of this impossibly embarrassing situation. Heights, how did she not think about that before? She felt for her head, and realizing her crown had fallen off, she felt the floor beside.

With an absolute death grip, she found and held the crown, ordering the minion over in an instant.

… Which caused Shedletsky to panic just slightly at the situational change and immediately stand up.

He… probably should’ve just kept her down, huh? Probably shouldn’t have let her go. Or at least stunned her again so he could've made a getaway. Actually… he didn’t really think this out at all. “HeyyyYY, hey- woah, we can talk about this–”

She growled and grabbed at his leg, making him stumble just enough for the minion to catch up. “Absolutely not.”

While listening to that stupid swordfighter yelp out and fall to the ground, she got her bearings, and eventually managed to sit up and evaluate. The minion had got him on the floor while she held a strong grip on him, but was useless in actually doing anything.

“Urghhh… You servants are worthless.” She rolled her eyes, stretching her arms. One of her swords dragged behind her as she shoved the minion off the pitiful sentinel, who had close to no way of defending himself with his sword left carelessly on the side and his chance at getting out of a chase compromised. What a dumb move. She pushed her hair out of her face, gripping the front of Shedletsky’s shirt hard enough to tear the fabric. 

“You're dead now, you stupid avian.”

“a.. ahha… you know I was just–” Shedletsky moved to remove 1x, but immediately stopped and went sheepish as she rotated her sword in her grip. “–I just thought it was funny! I swear, you know you should lighten up sometimes–”

“Lighten up?” 1x sneered, forcing him onto the ground. She hated how he so easily maintained a smile, even through the threat of death. It was almost unfair how easily he could get on her nerves, but not vice versa. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

“Heh. Clever enough to get you into adorable cackles on the floor, I’ll tell you that–” He made a clawing gesture with his hand.

She hissed, raising her sword, but dropping it back down as she shuddered from phantom sensation. “hhF- CAN IT SHEDLETSKY, or I SWEAR I’ll make this so PAINFUL–”

“... Ya mean to say ‘dad’, 1x~? Or do I only get one of those?” He simply could not keep the cheery tone out of his voice.

She seethed at his tone, barely keeping her temper. That so happy and out-of-place voice, it drove her up the wall. Especially knowing he was happy because of something he got out of her. Of course, she could just kill him right here. She so badly wanted to prove that his foolish attempt at getting her down was worthless in the end. But she knew she wouldn't win, even with extra time– and that part frustrated her beyond her wits. Killing him now would just make her seem sore. Which she wouldn’t mind, if it was quite literally anyone else.

No. She wanted him to feel like he had lost, and simply killing him wouldn’t achieve that. She had to beat him in his own game. And now that she thought about it? It would satisfy her almost as much to get that idiot back. And revenge, in her style, means ten fold.

Her plotting must have stretched for a few seconds too long, because his annoying voice came back. “Whaaat, not gonna respond? I’ll just assume the answer is ‘yes’ then! Maybe I have to wait a bit until I can hear you–”

They rudely interrupted him. “I think I can settle for something better than ripping your wings off.”

1x1x1x1 had to use the second knuckle on her fingers to not cause damage, but that seemed to be even more effective than the tips considering the reaction she got. Because the shriek of surprise from him when she pinned one of his wings down and hastily ran her hands on it was so satisfying. More satisfying than the shrieks of pain she got from the survivors typically. But maybe that was because that idiot had been teasing her.

Shedletsky initially knew there was a possibility of being caught off-guard, and being inevitably stabbed right then and there. 1x didn't take kindly to stuns typically, why would she now? He had already expected to take that risk, considering how much time this whole ordeal had wasted.

But the ‘alternative’ to having his wings torn off was out of his expectation.

He was also genuinely surprised she started gentle enough for it to, well, tickle, and not hurt. Especially with how irritated she seemed– but maybe she was putting all that into being as thorough as possible. Because it was bad, especially the motions on the feathers closer to his shoulders, which obviously she had found out quickly. After all, she was observant. Just like him.

She took pride in her ability to analyze people’s negative reactions and use those against them, but she was having a strange amount of trouble doing that right now. She had a hard time understanding how she felt being exposed to this childish activity, but when she really took a good look at the swordfighter, it struck her why. He wasn’t really negatively affected at all, and supposedly neither had she been. Although she’d deny that, even to herself, the point was positive reactions weren’t exactly in her depthful scope of knowledge.

Not only could she not understand the difference between positive reactions, but right now, his were also… disgustingly infectious. So much so that over time, her expression had drifted from a glare to entertained, almost curious. By the time she realized, panicked, and schooled it back, it was too late. 

The subtle change hadn’t caught the swordfighter’s attention initially, but the sudden shift and– notably fear, in 1x’s eyes, did. The fact that she was afraid to let him see that both amused him and disappointed him. But he’d deny it had bothered him to his death bed. 

Both struggling away from and managing to make eye contact with the killer at the same time, he teased them through obnoxiously loud giggles like the absolute dork he was. “WhaHAhat’s wrOHOng, 1x? Juhust shohow me a NON-NEHEGATIHIVE EMoHOTION by accidehehent? AWWhAhawww.”

“Ugh… No, you-” She facepalmed, keeping him down with one hand while dragging a claw down her increasingly warm face. Why?

“I deheclare thihis fahather-dahaughter bondihing time.”

She seized up at the suggestion, before going right back into scritching right beside his scapular feathers just to shut him up. Or make him do anything but continue talking, because it was embarrassing her. “NO, you absolute SOP! I hate you, have you forgotten?!”

Shedletsky shrieked with laughter again… But didn’t stop teasing. So much for that plan. “OHHH, SUHUHUREEEE YoHOU DO. ‘SOP’ ihis STIHILL BEHETTER ThaHAN thehe ohohother things yohou caHAHahalled mehe.”

She.. couldn't win, could she? She could do this until he fell silent, and even then he would find a way to win against her spite. Constantly pulling out the irritation and other things she kept hidden like unravelling ribbon. Well, fine then. She’d just play along. Maybe she didn’t understand, but she sure as hell knew how to wreck someone. The other killers had given her experience.

She’d figured his wings would be an easy target, but she had absolutely no clue where else to go. Which was frankly unfair in her rightful opinion, because why did he get to know what got her the worst, but not the other way around? 

Huffing as he failed to push her arms away, she tried the same spots he had dug into on her as a start. “You wanted to drag this out as long as possible, didn't you? For your pitiful teammates?”

“FRIEHENDS, OHONE EHEHEX. Thehey’re my FRIHEHENDS.” In the moment, Shedletsky came to slightly regret basing 1x1x1x1 off a lot of his traits, because what he dished out some several minutes ago was almost equally effective on him. Heights, maybe he really should have thought this out.

Eh. Nahh.

“Mice.” 1x corrected, tilting her head and eyeing the swordfighter pointedly like he was in debt to her. Which he was, because he was going to pay for that stunt earlier in full, which meant every squeal she could pry out of him. “Pathetic mice– most of them, anyway. I think you'd do well just admitting that, Telamon-”

He purposefully ignored the namecall. “I,  foHOHor oNE, ACTUALLEHEheHEheY thiHink thAhat THEhEY’RE PREHETTY SMART! Buhuhut whaHAhatever yohou say, chilld~!”

1x1x1x1’s hands tightened, unintentionally locking into place and vibrating with anger on top of the previous drilling. Inadvertently making it worse for the sentinel, who squirmed a bit more and got juusstt a bit louder, but opted to say nothing in protest. He couldn’t slip, because 1x would feed on that– it wasn’t his first rodeo.

“Disagree to disagree, bird. But I suppose you got your wish! Because now, I'm going to drag this out too. In fact?” She noticed the way he struggled to stay level, internally celebrating at the minor victory. And she paused just for a moment, so her words could sink into him. “Maybe I’ll go until the fact of who you’re messing with is stuck in that head of yours.” 

Shedletsky snorted on top of his already loud laugh. “DahAHAhahawwwwww, 1x– whahat is that, mahass intimidahation?” He was too busy riding the high of being called ‘dad’ by her to remember she was the same fourth-dimensional being who had torn him apart so many times before. 

1x almost snapped at him, because 1. That was HER joke, and 2. He obviously wasn’t taking her seriously. But she quickly reminded herself of the leverage she had here. “Hmmm… I suppose it’s not very compelling, you’re right. In that case, I’ll go until the round ends.” She stated, and it was clear on the avian’s face that the gravity of that promise had set in almost instantly. “Call it.. mass extension. Thanks for the idea!”

Huh. I’m getting better at this boring game.

“Oh, uhhuh.. Uh! Hohold on, wahait–” He chuckled, nervous fear evident in his eyes.

Actually… This is kinda fun. “No.” She grinned, sharp teeth showing. “Well, uhuhh. Fihine! That's, uh, not very long? I think..”

1x chortled, lowly. “Oh, is it not? Even through your obnoxiousness, you sound self-doubtful. Don’t tell me you want to back out now, aren’t your friends relying on you to waste my time? Oh wait, you don’t have a choice.”

This time when she scribbled her claws into his ribs again, she didn’t care that she looked amused. Because she was, thoroughly. She’d also found a way to angle her claws so she could use them without the sharp tips, and she knew from experience that her hands were death tools. Multi-practically.

Shedletsky hiccupped with loud, dorky giggles, his wings shuddering despite not being touched.

Pfft. What a dumb laugh, why does my da- he sound like that? “You sound weird.”

“LihiHIKE FaHahatheher lihike dahaughter!”

They scowled at the implication. “... You’re going to regret saying that.”

“Thehe pRIhice of honehestEhEHEhEE— hic- ADMIHINS, EHEX–”

She had spidered her claws up his midriff, and then quickly developed into digging and small squeezes back down. “I don’t see a shield around you, nor do I see a turret, so I doubt you’ll be getting any help from them.” They look up and around, still kneading into the side of his stomach as they do. “Actually, I don’t even see anyone! They must hate you, huh?” She moved her hands in medium circles, grinning at the way he twisted away every time she changed spots. Okay, maybe a LITTLE silly. “Either way, you’re out of luck. Unfortunate, right?”

The poor sentinel wriggled, switching between pressing his arms to his sides and attempting to grip 1x’s forearms. He couldn’t exactly grab the killer’s hands, because that would no doubt cut him up. And they harshly pushed him back down every time he tried to get up, each attempt earning a more powerful shove. So he had to settle for whatever worked in the moment; nothing.

1x rolled her eyes at his struggle. “You’ve failed to run away when you had the chance, disarmed yourself, and only now do you try to dig your way out. Your stupidity is curious.”

“YOhOU’re a PROHUDUCT OF IT, SO I SUHUhuRE HOHOPE soHO-”

“Am not.” They protested, taking a hand to push a strand of hair out of their face, before leisurely drumming their fingers on the base of one wing’s covert feathers with the same hand.

“Yohou saHahaid- aHAHACk-” His wing violently shuddered, and the killer chuckled in response. “YOUhOU sahAhAID IT YoURSEhELF, LEHETS NoHOT BE RIDIHICULOUS–”

The constant reminders made her face heat up again. “You’re ridiculous, you– Heights… Will you falter and fuss over it every time I call you ‘dad’?”

Shedletsky gleamed at her, despite his eyes being glossy at this point.

“Don’t even think about it, my mind is on strategy.” She growled, shoving him back down as he tried yet again to escape. “Maybe I could use it against your pitifully soft conscience.” “DEhepehends– snk- Will YOU falter ehevery tihihime it ACCIDentAhaHAlly coHOhOmes out of you?”

1x1x1x1 huffed out through her nose, frankly quite tired of this back and forth. Well, tired of losing it, that is. If there’s at least one thing she still hated, it was losing.

A brown gradient of feathers brushed and pushed against her arms, and obviously it was Shedletsky trying to use his wings in self protection. She glared at the wings like they offended her, and poked at them. “Move, I’m not done.”

The swordfighter shook his head. He was almost spent at this point, and honestly ready to collapse into the dusty ground. As if he already hadn’t.

And… that was when the distant sound of a clock ticking echoed in both their ears. 1x cursed. It really wasn’t that long.

Perfect timing for a certain sentinel, though.

1x got up off the admin, dusting herself off as if it would spare her dignity. Tooo late for that. They sighed, long and growly. 20 seconds.

She stared at him. He’d covered up his body and face with the stretch of his wings, but she could still hear his now labored breathing. 10 seconds.

“Hope we learned a lesson today, Shedletsky.”

“Nohot ahat all.”

They sneered at him, but when that idiot, stupid swordfighter made eye contact with them, they broke it instantly. Then it went dark.

. . .

Not as much time as she wanted, and more importantly, not as much time as he got. But acceptable. A small red hand tugged at her arm as soon as the darkness cleared from her already terrible vision, and the fog from her head. Incessant. “1x! 1x! Did you win?”

1x sighed, removing C00lkidd’s hand from her arm. “YEs.” She coughed, wincing at the voice crack and rolling her shoulders back briefly. Huh. Maybe she should do stretches. “Yes, I won.”

… Nobody had to know. Including herself, if she could just get the events of the last round out of her head. But they stayed, stubbornly.

[totallyoriginalartist]

I guess I have to make a real fic to start off and see what my skill is… Forsaken is popular, right?

“Funny Creation…”

Warnings: SFW tickle fic… das it

Lee-1x1x1x1

Ler-Shedlestsky

Shedletsky just stood there, watching 1x tear off Chance’s head. It was usually Chance’s fault, always flipping his coin and gaining an ungodly amount of weakness right when the killer goes for him. Shedletsky had seen it enough times, and he usually ran in to slash at the killer before anything bad could happen. But this time, he wasn’t quick enough.

As soon as 1x finished decapitating Chance, he spun around to face Shedletsky, already starting to run towards him. Shedletsky, however, stayed motionless.

“Of course it’s you… it’s always you.” 1x spoke in his deep, thundering voice. By now, he reached Shedletsky, preparing his Entanglement to hopefully hit a Mass Infection afterwards.

At the very last second, Shedletsky ran out of the way and off to the side, instead running and charging into 1x full-on Guest style. The old admin landed on 1x with a thud, taking both of them to the ground. He quickly drew his sword and sliced to stun 1x before anything.

“Argh- What the hell-“ 1x grumbled as Shedletsky hit him with his sword, and surprisingly keeping his sword drawn.

“What could I have done,” Shedletsky started, talking down to his hateful creation. “What could I have done to possibly anger you, my OWN creation, to drive you to murder?”

1x snapped back quickly. “I am not one of your… creations. I am your HATRED, your ANGER!” I despise you for ‘creating’ me as such.” 1x tried shoving Shedletsky off him, only poking himself with the sword instead. His daemonshank and swords were knocked away when he fell, much to his annoyance.

Shedletsky’s expression softened ever so slightly. “Listen, 1x… I don’t want that for you. You may be a killer, but you’re just as much me as you are you. While I have no sympathy for killers, I can have sympathy for myself.”

1x’s expression was unreadable. He had stopped squirming and thrashing as Shedletsky finished. Perhaps the admin had gotten through to him? “… this is a trick… to get my guard down! You can’t reach me with that mushy BS. I will ALWAYS hate you!”

“No, 1x. This isn’t a trick.” Shedletsky’s hold on 1x firmed. He was clearly preparing something. 1x quieted again.

“I can’t fix you. But,” Shedletsky moved his grip closer to 1x’s transparent torso. “I can help you, in a way.”

No. No no NO. It was vague, but from his creator’s memories, 1x knew those actions. Suspiciously, 1x started squirming again.

“Absolutely NOT. NO WAY. DON’T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND I WILL ALLOW THIS!” 1x thrashed and writhed, but Shedletsky’s hold on him was too strong. How was he being overpowered? By a survivor!? Maybe it was just nerves. And, as angry as he was, 1x also felt a tinge of… giddiness? This won’t hurt him in any way… he’s not used to it. Shedletsky should be stabbing him, not… this!

All too quickly Shedletsky gently pressed his hands into 1x’s gelatinous belly. He looked on at his hatred with disappointment as 1x held it in. “C’mon. I know you want to laugh. You’ll feel a lot better! And less murderous if you just leeeet it gooo~”

“Ne-… mhmhmh… no. Nehehver…” How DARE Shedletsky tease him? He was a fearsome and dangerous killer, not some child! He would not falter to this childplay…

Shedletsky moved up a notch by kneading into 1x’s stomach, which did to his delight offer some more giggles, but 1x had more to offer.

“Why not~? Can’t you just feel your hate and rage melting away by the second?” Shedletsky kept up the teasing. Which, thankfully, seemed to break 1x further.

“I- … ahaHAHAHAm nOHOhot-… a tohOHOy tOHOho be… plahahayed… wihihihith…” 1x could barely prevent his laughter spilling through. By now, 1x had accepted his fate, but he wasn’t willing to give into it. He was strong, he was brave, he was powerful, and GOD was the round timer SO SLOW.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable and you know it~” Shedletsky teased as his hands crept closer and closer to 1x’s ribs. “This is what you NEED, yeah? Don’t you feel better already~?”

1x noticed Shedletsky’s hands going for his ribs, which caused him to REALLY start panicking.

“NohOHOHO DOHOHOHn’t- dohohOHOn’t gohohoHO thEHEHere-!”

Shedletsky paused his tickling to look 1x in the eyes. He gave him a knowing look before shoving his fingers in between 1x’s ribs. And that finally got him to crack.

“Nooo-“ 1x let out a high pitch, very embarrassing squeal. That’s when he broke. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA- STOHOHAHAHAHAP-!”

Shedletsky kept going. He had thirty seconds anyways. “‘Stop?’ Why would I STOP? You look like you’re having fun for the first time!” Shedletsky gave 1x his usual shit-eating grin.

“I CAHAHAHAHAHA-! SH-SHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” 1x had given up trying to escape at this point, fully giving in to the tickles. And, as much as 1x denied it… he enjoyed this. He enjoyed feeling…

Happy.

Of course, never in an undecillion years would he admit that to anyone at all, but he’d know.

There were 20 seconds left. Shedletsky suddenly got an idea. He stopped tickling momentarily to consider it, giving 1x time to get a breather.

“You… are… DEAD… next… round… I’m… in…” 1x huffed at Shedletsky, taking breaths between each word.

15 seconds left.

Shedletsky started to inhale, causing 1x to instantly tense up.

“NO-“

14.

“SHEDLETSKY.”

13.

“I SWEAR…”

12.

“IF YOU EVEN ATTEMPT THIS…”

11.

“I WILL KILL-“

10. Shedletsky blew a giant raspberry on 1x’s belly, resulting in 1x exploding.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-! NAHAHAHAHA-! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Finally, the timer ticked down to zero. 1x saw Shedletsky disappear with his stupid grin, waving at 1x as he was transported back to all the other killers. Still breathing heavily, he rubbed tears out of his eyes to find John staring at him with a smile.

“So… how’d it go-“

“Fuck off.”

Oooooooh wow. That was… idk. Baby’s first fanfiction. I feel like it was okay for a first attempt at all this. I’ll probably make some ShedLEEtsky sometime in the near future, but trust me he WILL be wrecked eventually. Maybe I’ll do some hcs in the meantime.