Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin
Summary: Ranboo wakes up in a cabin with little to no memories. While he finds a way to escape, he meets a mysterious man. He decides to play the man’s game to try and win his freedom.
Word Count: 2914
TW: Swearing?? I guess
Authors Note: I spedran this fic in three days so it may be crappy but that’s probably fine!! This is basically repiping of Genloss but I sped some things up and changed some things. If this gets enough traction and people like it, it’ll be a 5 or 6 part series.
Shout out to @w1ntrr for the idea and peer review!! And @g1gglee-rxccoon, @delicatetreemagazine and @sillygolddude for peer reviewing as well because I forced y’all to <33
⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️
What is this place?
Ranboo awoke in someplace different than his bed. His whole body was sore, and he felt dizzy. He sat up, going to cover his mouth to yawn, but he noticed a big metal mask over his face. He panicked, desperately trying to pull it off with brute force. No matter how hard he yanked and tugged on the mask, it wouldn’t budge.
The place he was in felt familiar, although he couldn’t remember why. Come to think of it; he couldn’t remember much of anything. His mind felt blank… numb, even. Ranboo slowly and steadily got off the couch, deciding to take a better look at the place. It seemed to be some sort of cabin, maybe a house. All he had to work with was a TV, three doors, a bookshelf, and some… strange-looking decor. One door was locked with chains, the other by three keys. But the last door, which seemed like the front door, didn’t seem to have anything preventing his entry. So, even though it seemed futile, he opened it.
Ranboo was met with a complete change of scenery; He was suddenly at a beach. There was nothing but sand for miles, and the cabin behind him seemed to have disappeared. He picks up a handful of sand, inspecting it to see if it’s real.
“Yep. That’s sand,” Ranboo confirms before shoving the sand into his pocket. He walks back through the door, re-entering the cabin he started in. Since the front door led to nowhere, and there was no way he was opening the chained door, the door that required three keys was his answer. He noticed each lock was color-coded and assumed they all had a corresponding key.
“Guess I better find these keys, huh?” Ranboo said to himself. He spent the next 10 minutes searching each nook and cranny of the place, collecting keys until he had them all. Once he had them, he felt really pleased with himself.
“Finally, I’ve got all the—“ Ranboo’s celebration was cut short by a loud thud. He turns around to see the door he was trying so hard to open busted down with ease. A cloud of smoke flooded out the room, a demon appearing out of nowhere.
“BOO, BITCH!” The demon announces, stepping out of the mist. “Seen you’ve found my cabin!” His arrival was met with loud disembodied clapping and cheering.
Ranboo jumped at the sudden arrival, putting a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. He turns to the man, getting a better look at him. He was wearing a black suit and tie covered in a bunch of green slime. He also had green, slimy horns and brown hair. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t human.
“The name’s Slimecicle!” The Slime demon holds out a hand for the other to shake.
“I’m Ranboo...” Ranboo glances down at Slimecicle’s hand, noticing how it’s dripping with green slime and goo. “I don’t think I wanna shake your hand.”
Slimecicle’s face formed a frown. “Why not? Is it because I’m covered in slime? What’re you, slimeist? You- you gooist or somethin’?”
“What? What does that even— look like, man. I’m just trying to get out of here.” Ranboo sighed, looking around the dingy room he was in. “I just wanna go home.”
“Oh. So ya want your freedom, eh?” Slimecicle said with a mischievous grin. He was obviously up to no good. “I think I could get you outta here. Under one condition, of course. I wanna play a game with you.”
“A game?” Ranboo questioned. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that. He would do anything to win his freedom, and a game didn’t seem that hard to beat. But, there’s gotta be a catch. Slimecicle doesn’t seem trustworthy. “What kind of game? Are you going to cover me in slime or something?”
“Nah, I’m not gonna goop ya yet. Rude assumption, by the way. I wanna play trivia with you.” Slimecicle says with a shrug.
“Simple.. normal trivia?” Ranboo said, looking hopeful. The Slime Demon cackled mockingly. “Ohhh, Ranboo,” Slimecicle began. “For the few minutes you’ve known me, you don’t know me at all. Of course, this isn’t gonna be normal trivia!”
“Ohhh, of course, it isn’t.”
“It’s tickle trivia,” Slimecicle says like it’s the most normal thing ever.
“Excuse me?” Ranboo was hoping he had misheard the demon. He couldn’t have possibly said-
“Tickle trivia.”
“What.”
“You know, I ask you the questions, you may get tickled—“
“Ok, yeah, I’m clear on that part. But why? Why do I have to do this? How did you say that so.. so nonchalantly?”
“Well, the people I work for said I ‘couldn’t hurt you.’” Slimecicle says, rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. “Stupid rule, right?”
Ranboo shook his head. “That is the opposite of a stupid rule! I’d rather not die! But was tickling really the best alternative?”
“You seem scared, frightened even. I know I’m a scary dude, but it’s just trivia.”
“It’s not just trivia, and you know it! Who says I want to be... you know?”
“Who says you have a choice? Would you rather be gooped? Huh? Wanna be slimed? Play the trivia, Ranboo.”
He groaned. “I hate this place.”
“Don’t worry, Ranboo; you’re gonna be fine! The trivia is all about you and general knowledge! All you gotta do is remember! It’s not like you’re having trouble with your memories right now.”
The masked man stared at Slimecicle with a blank expression. Only half of his face could be seen, but his eyes said it all.
“I’m going to take your passive-aggressive silence as a sign to begin our game! Come on, guy. Step into this room.”
Ranboo reluctantly sighed and followed the slime man into the next room.
The room Ranboo stepped into immediately left him in awe. It was an entire gameshow set, with a contestant podium, an announcer podium, and a giant wheel in the center. The room had a bunch of lights and cameras; it even had a live audience of.. two people. Well, at least they looked like people.
Slimecicle was standing at the announcer's podium, holding a comically small microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking into it with a New York-style announcer voice.
“Wellllcome ghouls and gals, to Trivia!! I’m your host, Slimecicle the Slime Demon, and today we’re here with a new contestant, Ranboo. Our game is simple! He answers the questions, and we may or may not kill him. Well, we can’t ‘kill’ him, but if he somehow dies, that’s not my problem. We all know what happened to our last contestant. Poor Frank didn’t stand a chance.”
“Who the hell is Frank?”
“UNIMPORTANT! I think it’s time to start our game!! The rules are easy! Our game runs until I feel like stopping. I’ll ask Ranboo a question, and if he gets it wrong, nothing happens! But if he gets it wrong, I’ll tickle him for however long the wheel says! You ready, Ranboo?”
Ranboo whines at the idea of the game. “No.”
“GREAT! First question! HOW MANY… pickles are in this jar?” Slimecicle slams a jar of pickles down in front of Ranboo. The outside was covered in a bunch of slime.
Ranboo looks down at the pickle jar and squints at it. “Uhm… it says ‘Twelve Pickle Delights’ on the front of the jar.”
Slimecicle looks down at the jar, forgetting that there is a label. He just decides to slowly turn the jar around until the title isn’t visible. “Nuh uh, no, it doesn’t— uhm. Pickle number, what is it?”
“…twelve.”
“Fine. I’ll give that to you. One point for you.” A random loud correct buzzer rings through the room. Getting the question right raised Ranboo’s self-confidence immensely. This was going to be a walk in the park.
“Question number two.” Slimecicle started, adjusting his suit and tie. “What is.. your middle name?”
Ranboo chuckled quietly. ‘Seriously?’ He thought. That was such a simple question. Everyone knew their middle name; this would score him an easy point.
“Simple! It’s uhmmm. Uh.. huh.” Ranboo couldn’t remember. Every time he tried to bring it up, his mind went blank. “It’s on the top of my head; just give me a second.”
Slimecicle grinned smugly. “What? Don’t you know your own middle name? Talk about a sticky situation, folks.” A loud cackle from his ghouls sounded through the room. “Heh, good crowd. You’ve got three seconds to answer, Ranboo.”
“Uh, I don’t know??” Ranboo panicked, looking around the room for some idea or hint of his middle name. “Screw it, Finklebottom??”
“Ooohh, Ranboo, that is.. not right. Like, not at all right.” He sighs, looking at the other in mock disappointment. A loud incorrect buzzer sound played. “Unfortunate. For you, at least.”
“Well- what was the right answer?!” Ranboo shrugged. This was totally unfair.
“You’ll remember soon enough, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t that. My ghouls, bring him here!” Before Ranboo could protest, two “ghouls” appeared on either side of him, grabbing his arms. He yelps as the two ghouls present him to Slimecicle, ensuring Ranboo doesn’t slither away.
“Alright, Boo Boy,” The demon hissed. “You already know what’s gonna happen. Let’s spin the wheel to see how long you’re gonna get tickled for.”
Slimecicle reaches down to the wheel below him, giving it a strong spin. He and Ranboo looked to the wheel, although Slimecicle was beaming with excitement while Ranboo’s stomach filled with dread. They watch as the wheel spins around and around until… it lands.
“Damn,” Slimecicle groaned. “Only thirty seconds? That’s no fun.”
Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohh, thank god.”
“Do not mention that man in my cabin,” Slimecicle warned before walking over to Ranboo.
“Let me just choose a spot… eenie, meenie, minie.. fuck it!” Slimecicle decides to go for a sneak attack, latching into Ranboo’s hips and gently squeezing them. The Demon's eyes lit up in delight as the masked man squealed in surprise before falling into a fit of giggles. Ranboo tried to squirm and move away from Slimecicle’s touch, but the ghouls had a tight grip on him.
“Wow, Ranboo! Your ticklishness definitely makes up for the wheel time we got!!” Slimecicle says gleefully.
“Ahahaw jehehesus, this feheheels weird!” Ranboo felt the need to curl in on himself and protect himself, but he, unfortunately, had nowhere to go. He had just to stand there and take it, although he didn’t know if he could stand up for much longer.
“Does it feel weird because of the slime or because of the fact you're super ticklish?” The Slime Demon said with a smug grin on his face.
“Shuhut the hehehell uhUHUHAHAP!!” Ranboo’s laughter immediately spiked two octaves as Slimecicle’s hands moved to dance along Ranboo’s belly.
“Oho, I think I found a new spot!” Slimecicle says with unbridled joy. He doesn’t even consider for a second about letting Ranboo go. “This just keeps getting better and better!”
Ranboo gets so worked up to the point where he’s snorting through his giggles. His struggling becomes more desperate as his laughter keeps rising.
“EHEHEW EW, GET OHOHOFF!!”
“YEAHH, HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE SLIMED??” Slimecicle laughed along with Ranboo.
Ranboo eventually got free from the ghouls, using his new freedom to protect his body. “Hehey! The whee said thirty seheconds! You’ve gone way past that!” He protested through breathy giggles.
Slimecicle immediately retracts his hands, putting them up in surrender. “Woahhh, Jeez, you’re jumpy. But I suppose that’s fair enough.” He lets Ranboo return to his podium as he starts the next question. Ranboo rubs off the phantom tickles and the goo that was left on him.
“Let’s jump right back into it. Question three!! What is… in my pocket right now?”
Ranboo is entirely out of breath and can barely think straight, and this demon figure is asking him stupid, nonsense questions that he doesn’t know how to answer.
“What’s in your pocket? What kind of questions are these? I don’t know, man, slime?”
Slimecicle squints his eyes at him, basically looking into his soul. He stares at Ranboo with such focus and precision that it’s kind of intimidating. He walks straight up to Ranboo, leaning on the contestant podium. “Really? That’s the best answer ya got? It’s because I’m a Slime Demon, huh? I’m such a slimy boy that I have slime in my pocket? Well, let me tell you something, Ranboo. You are… absolutely right. Congrats!” A loud correct buzzer sound played again.
Slimecicle takes out a giant clump of slime and places it in Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo is absolutely disgusted. “Greattttt…” Ranboo says in disgust. “More slime… on my body. Wow.”
“Gotta love it, right?”
“I definitely have emotions about this, but I’m not sure if love is one of them.”
“Well, Ranboo, you’re two for three, and we’re on the last question. Get this question, and you’re given your freedom. Although, if you get this wrong, you’ll have to be tickled by me until the time on the wheel ends! Which may be never, but. That’s not relevant right now.” Slimecicle rubbed his hands together in anticipation, getting stuck to himself for a second.
“Hold on- ok- yep. There we go.” He says, a pop coming from his hands as he frees himself. Ranboo has to stop himself from gagging. “Alright, Boo. Final question. This one’s for alll the goo. How… did you get here?”
“How did I get here?” That question was way more loaded than it should be. Through all that’s been going on, Ranboo never got the time to stop and think about it. “How did I get here?”
“Come on, Ranboo. I need a straight answer here. You’re runnin’ out of slime! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean—“
“It’s pointless!” Ranboo interrupts. “We’re just wasting both of our times. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
Slimecicle smiled. “I hoped you were gonna say that.” A loud incorrect buzzer sound plays once more as Slimecicle puts his hand on the wheel. “Can’t wait to spin this again!”
Slimecicle spins the wheel once again, crossing his fingers for a high time. “Come on, big slime, big slime!!” Eventually, the wheel slows down and lands on.. three days.
Ranboo’s eyes immediately widened. “THREE DAYS? Why is that even an option?!”
“Oh, you’re gonna need like seven showers after this, pal.” Slimecicle snaps his fingers and brings over his ghouls over to Ranboo. “Looks like you’ve lost! You’re probably gonna end up like Frank after this.”
“Come on, Slimecicle! We don’t have to do this! You can just let me go, and you’ll never have to see me again!” Ranboo begins to back up slowly before trying to make a dash to the exit, but Slimecicle’s ghouls grab onto him before he can leave.
“Ranboo, Ranboo. How naïve of you.” The Slime Demon giggles deviously, putting his hands on Ranboo’s sides to make him jump.
“Please, you cAHAHAN’T!” Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Slimecicle was already pinching and squeezing at his sides.
“Ya know, you’ve lasted longer than most trivia members! Most people got a week on their first spin!” He says without a care in the world. “I wonder if you’ll last.”
“PLEHEHEASE, LEHET GO!” Ranboo cried out through his cackles and snorts.
“No can do, buddy. You’ve still got a whole three days to go!” He laughed maniacally.
“Jesus, Ranboo, you’re all bone! You need more slime on you!” He teased, trying to tickle as much area as possible. One of Slimecicle’s hands pinched between each of Ranboo’s ribs while the other gently swirled around the rim of his belly button.
The closer Slimecicle got to Ranboo’s belly button, the more Ranboo reacted. This put a smile on Slimecicle’s face.
“I DOHOHON’T WANT MORE SLIHIME!! THIHIS IS GROSS!” Ranboo complained.
“Well, I mean,” Slimecicle shrugged. “It could get grosser.” Ranboo could practically hear the shit-eating grin Slimecicle had on his face before his finger dipped into his belly button, swirling it around quickly.
A screech ripped from Ranboo’s mouth as he squirmed around a bunch. Even though his face wasn’t visible, his ears were going red from embarrassment.
“Guess this is a really bad spot, huh?” The demon mocked. “Sucks you’re gonna have to deal with this for a while!”
“OHOHH GOD- FUHUCK THIS!!”
Ranboo really didn’t want to touch him, but he couldn’t just sit here and take this for much longer. In a panic, he gets away from the ghouls and takes out the sand from his pocket, throwing it in Slimecicle’s eyes. It takes a few seconds for the Slime demon to get his hands off of Ranboo, but eventually, he lets go of him to cover his eyes.
“OWW, MY EYES!” Slimecicle cried. “MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!” He gets up and makes his way to the exit, his ghouls following behind him. “This fucking hurts, you know! I’m not gonna let this go! I’m coming back for you!” Slimecicle curses as he leaves the room.
Ranboo is left in the game room alone. He leans against the wall to gain his breath back. It takes him a minute, but eventually, he regains his strength and decides to follow the demon through the exit.
He sighs as he’s back in the cabin for a third time, but the demon isn’t anywhere to be found. Thank god.
“Well, that sucked.”
