Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin
PART 2.
Summary: As Ranboo continues exploring the cabin, he finds a new friend. He helps him escape in hopes of leaving this place together.
Word Count: 3823
TW: Swearing ????
Authors Note: GAHHH DAMN !!! Thanks for all the support!!! My like goal for each fic will probably be about 35 likes in 3 days to keep me going!!! I just didn’t expect you guys to like the first one so much
Fair warning, this fic is VERY lee!sneeg heavy for no reason in particular.
Part 1
⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️
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Finally, back on track.
Now that the Slime man was gone, Ranboo could continue his search for some exit. He took a deep breath to steady himself after the encounter. Since he now regained free roam of the cabin, he decided to take a good look at the gameshow room. The first thing Ranboo checked out was the walls. He somehow never noticed that they were covered in slime, making the room feel even more claustrophobic. He looks up to see the ceiling also covered in gunk. That's just unnecessary.
Shaking off the disgust, he continued to walk around, finding more slime-covered objects and eventually just an entire jar of slime. Ranboo knew he would throw up if he looked at anything else. He was desperate to find a way out of this strange place. As he walked to the room's exit, he saw another door in the corner of his eye. Ranboo decided to go up to it, quickly inspecting it. Thankfully, there wasn't any goo on it.
"I might as well," He sighed, slowly turning the doorknob and opening the door.
Stepping through the door led Ranboo into yet another new area, but this time it looked more like the cabin's main room. It was a type of storage room, but the only items in there were antique kid's toys. "What the hell? What is this place?"
With nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, he decided to look around. The first item that catches his eye is an old dollhouse. Its presence felt oddly familiar to him. He walked around to the front of it to see a normal-looking house. Something about it seems familiar to him. In the bedroom of the dollhouse, there was a small lock. It was closed, which isn't helpful, but Ranboo puts it in his pocket anyway.
His curiosity was piqued, and he continued to check the corners of the room, finding creepy dolls and a lot of cobwebs. He even finds a white towel on one of the shelves. Considering the room's dirty, the towel was surprisingly clean, so he took it.
The last object he found was a letter opener. For something that opens notes, it was surprisingly sharp. With that, his pockets were completely full. Ranboo was about to press on with his search, but something unexpected happened.
"Yo, yo, wait, who is that?"
Ranboo turned around quickly at the sudden noise he just heard. He thought he was alone.
"Hello?" Both Ranboo and the voice called out at the same time, both equally confused. Ranboo initially thought it was the Slime Demon, but the tone of this person's voice was different. It had a much softer edge to it.
"Where are you?" Ranboo questioned, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice.
"Duh, I'm in here," The voice said very matter-of-factly.
"That's not very helpful…"
"You know, the cage in the corner, there's a tarp…"
"Cage…?" Ranboo slowly pinpoints the source of the voice to a small cage in the corner of the room. He removes the tarp to see another person. It wasn't the slime demon; it was someone entirely different. It was a man in a blue and white hoodie and a grey ballcap. He seemed friendly enough.
"How the hell were you looking all the way over there?" The man spoke in a semi-annoyed tone. Ranboo shrugged.
"I don't know, I don't have a good sense of direction. Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Sneeg, nice to meet you," Sneeg smiled happily, sticking his pinky through the grates of the cage for Ranboo to shake.
Ranboo hesitantly and carefully shook Sneeg's pinky. The masked man tried to smile back with his eyes, but it was obvious he was nervous. "You as well. I'm Ranboo. Have you been trapped in there all by yourself?"
Sneeg chuckled nervously. "What? No, I'm not alone in here. Don't you see my friend Frank here?" Sneeg pointed to the skeleton next to him.
Ranboo raised an eyebrow, observing the lifeless skeleton. "You mean that skeleton right there?"
"Skeleton? What are you talking about? Frank is very much alive," Sneeg said, picking up his skeleton 'friend.'
"He looks dead."
Sneeg gasped at Ranboo's audacity, covering Frank's 'ears' to shield him from Ranboo's harsh words. "Shhhh, he's very self-conscious."
"Frank… that name is so familiar. I think that slime guy killed him."
Sneeg's eyes widened. That was probably the most appropriate and only response to a mention of that man's name. "Slimecicle? You interacted with him too?"
Ranboo is slightly glad he isn't the only victim. "Yeah? What'd he do to you?"
"Well, he made me play this game show, and when I got the first question wrong and spun the wheel, I got tickled for a day straight. Then he put me in this cage because I passed out."
"Jesus Christ. That's horrible."
"Hey, it could be worse."
"What could be worse than getting attacked and then being put in a cage?"
"Being put in two cages."
Ranboo let out a half-hearted chuckle, feeling the weight of their shared experiences. "Yeahhh, alright, cool. I'm gonna try and get you outta here." Ranboo backed away from the cage and knelt down to the lock that was holding Sneeg. The only things he has in his pockets are the three keys he 'used' to enter the last room, a letter opener, and a lock. He initially tried using the keys, but when that didn't work, he just started yanking on it. "No, that didn't work... uhm."
"I don't know what to do. All I have is this lock." Ranboo pulled out the lock he found earlier, swinging it around his finger before presenting it to Sneeg.
"Wait, what kind of lock do you have?"
Ranboo looked down at the lock, squinting at the label. "It says it's a master lock."
"What kind of lock is on my door?"
"… A master lock as well."
"Just kind of slam them together. The easiest way to open a master lock is with another master lock."
Ranboo shrugged and complied, having no faith that this'll actually work. He used all his strength to smash the lock on the cage with the other lock. To his surprise, the lock opened and fell to the ground.
"I'm surprised that worked." Ranboo slowly got up before opening Sneeg's cage. "Be free."
"Eh, I'm too scared to go first. Frank, you gotta test the waters for me." Sneeg picked up Frank and pushed him closer to the exit.
"I swear to you, it's fine, just come out."
Sneeg ignored Ranboo and threw Frank out of the cage, looking around to see if anything was going to attack him. "Frank! Is it safe?"
This whole ordeal made Ranboo realize he just found another eccentric person. "… I think everywhere is safe for Frank."
After a few seconds, Sneeg finally decided to join Frank, slowly stepping out of the cage and taking a deep breath of freedom. He turned to Ranboo with a grateful smile. "Thanks, man. I was stuck in there for so long."
The man stretched his body before picking Frank back up and holding him in his arms like an Amazon box. For being locked away for god knows how long, The man looked surprisingly well-kept. He didn't have an odor and he didn't look dirty. Well, at least he wasn't covered in slime.
"So, how long have you been in there?" Ranboo asked, expecting Sneeg's answer to be a short period of time.
"A month or 6," Sneeg said nonchalantly, acting like it was normal.
"What."
"Yep. I've just been chilling in there with Frank," Sneeg responds, putting Frank on a little toy horse in the room. "Don't tell Frank this, but if you didn't come sooner I would've ate him to survive."
Ranboo nods slowly, no longer feeling safe around the new person he found. ".. ok… I'm gonna look for more items… you... do you…" He said as he slowly walked to the other corner of the room to pretend to look at stuff.
Sneeg notices a giant box in the middle of the room, opening it and looking inside. "Why is there such a big box in the corner of the—"
"AHA!!" Slimecicle pops out of the box in the corner clumsily and awkwardly. Ranboo yelps and Sneeg looks at him in surprise. How long was he in there? Ranboo didn't see him come in, so he either just appeared, or he had to be in there for a while.
"I see you've fallen for the oldest trick in the book! AHAH.. ehh, hold on.” He looks at himself in proximity to Sneeg, realizing that he can't reach him.
"Uh, can you come a little closer, Sneeg? I need you to stand right here on this inconspicuously marked X."
"Oh, no problem!" Sneeg said happily, taking a big step closer to the slime demon. Ranboo looks absolutely befuddled.
"Thanks. NOW YOU'VE FALLEN FOR THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK! PREPARED TO BE SLIMED, SNEEG!"
"AHHH!" Sneeg screams, but he doesn't run; he doesn't even make an attempt to move. Ranboo is clearly signaling for Sneeg to get out of there, but it's like he isn't paying attention. Ranboo felt semi-responsible for the man he had just let out of a cage, but he didn't know what to do.
"I gotta get extra goopy for this," Slimecicle said, shaking his hands quickly. After a while, the amount of slime on his hands became noticeably more prominent, and it looked greener.
Slimecicle reaches his extra slime hands up to Sneeg's neck before spidering his fingers across his sensitive skin. Sneeg immediately and scrunched up his neck.
“Ohoho my gohohod, gross!” Sneeg reaches up to Slimecicle's hands to try and pull him away, but all that does is get more slime on him.
Slimecicle scoffs, pretending to look hurt. "You guys are so rude. Calling me gross. You deserve this!"
“Fuhuhuck, Ihihim SOHOHORRRY!!” Sneeg's laughter raises an octave in surprise as Slimecicle's hands move down to Sneeg's shoulders, squeezing and pinching them to his heart's delight.
"WELCOME TO THE GHOULDOM! YES!" Slimecicle manically laughed like an evil villain as he continued to tickle Sneeg.
Ranboo doesn't wanna watch, but he can't look away. It was highly flustering to watch, especially since he imagined how it would feel if it happened to him.
“RAHAHANBOO, A LIHIHITTLE HELP?” Sneeg reached out to Ranboo, allowing Slimecicle to sneak his hand under Sneeg's armpit and start quickly and gently scratching his fingers on his soft skin. This caused Sneeg to throw his head back in ticklish agony.
Ranboo quickly backed away, adverting his gaze and avoiding the situation. “Nooo… sorryy…. No thank you."
Slimecicle shook his head in disappointment. "What an asshole. Can't believe you wanna help that guy. I can fix that, though!"
Ranboo felt terrible for not helping Sneeg but didn't want to get involved. He thought if he kept his distance and maybe ran in a few seconds, he'd be fine. But before he could finish contemplating his bail, Slimecicle let Sneeg go. Fortunately, Sneeg looked the same (except he was now covered in a bunch of slime), but there was something different about him. Something off.
"What did you do to Sneeg?" Ranboo questioned, trying to sound intimidating. His tone just came off as fearful.
“Sneeg is no more, Ranboo! This is EVIL Sneeg!”
The only thing that made Evil Sneeg different from regular Sneeg was that his hat was now backward.
"GET HIM, SNEEG!" Slimecicle cheered Sneeg on, looking happy and proud of himself.
"Hey, buddy? What're you doing?" Ranboo's voice quivers as he takes a step back, a wary expression on his face. Sneeg, a mischievous glint in his eyes, wiggles his fingers at Ranboo, sending a shiver down his spine. Before Ranboo can protest any further, Sneeg pounces on him with surprising agility.
Ranboo's protests turn into muffled laughter as Sneeg begins to kneed his fingers into Ranboo's ribs. He squirms and wriggles, desperately trying to escape the relentless onslaught. "Sneheheeg! Snahahap OUT ohof ihihit!!" Ranboo's words come out in gasps between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.
But Sneeg, under the influence of the slime, seems impervious to Ranboo's pleas. He smirks, his fingers dancing across Ranboo's sensitive ribs.
"Sneeg can't hear you, Ranboo! He's under the influence of my slime!" Slimecicle exclaims with an evil laugh, his voice dripping with mischief and amusement.
Ranboo's laughter mixes with frustration as he struggles against Sneeg's relentless tickles. "Why ahahahare you soho strohohong??" He manages to giggle out, his breath hitching with each ticklish sensation. No matter how much Ranboo pushed on Sneeg, he wasn't strong enough to push Sneeg off of him.
Sneeg's grin widens, enjoying the playful power he holds over Ranboo. "Why are you so weak?" he teases, his fingers precisely finding every ticklish spot. Eventually, Sneeg's fingers found their way to a place that Ranboo couldn't seem to avoid: his belly. Ranboo tries to protect himself, but Sneeg's fingers easily slip under his defenses and onto Ranboo's belly, slowly tracing little circles on Ranboo's skin.
The tickling continues, unabated, as Ranboo's pleas grow louder and more desperate. "SNEHEHEHEEG! GEHEHEHET AHAWAY!!" His voice strains with both laughter and a plea for mercy.
"No can do, Ranboo!" Sneeg replies, his laughter intertwining with Ranboo's. Ranboo grabbed his towel from earlier and began wiping the slime off his head and shoulders. It was a bit hard to concentrate, but eventually, Ranboo got enough goo off of Sneeg to make him stop.
Ranboo sighed in relief as Sneeg sat up, looking confused. He flipped his hat back around, turning to the slime demon.
"NO, HE'S TOO DRY!" Slimecicle cried out in dismay. He looked over at the edge of the box and down at Sneeg. "How do you feel, Sneeg?" Slimecicle questions.
Sneeg shrugs and gets off Ranboo. "Fine."
Slimecicle rolls his eyes and sinks back into the box. "Shit."
Ranboo pats Sneeg on the shoulder. "Glad to have you back, Sneeg," He says before noticing how much slime was on Sneeg's shoulder. He just kind of wiped it off on his pant leg.
Slimecicle, who was looking disappointed, sat awkwardly in his box.
"Can you close the box?" He asked sheepishly.
"Oh, yeah," Sneeg complied, closing the box on the demon.
"I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!" Slimecicle calls out as his voice fades away.
Ranboo chuckles and shakes his head. "He said that last time, and he still hasn't gotten us."
"So, what now?" Sneeg says, shrugging.
Ranboo thinks for a second, "I guess we try to find a way out of here. The only door that I haven't opened is that side door up front."
"Then let's go."
Ranboo leads Sneeg back through the rooms of the cabin before arriving in the room he originally woke up in. They stop at the chained up door, stuck on what to do next.
How are we gonna get these chains off this door?" Sneeg pondered, his fingers running along the cold metal links. The chains seemed impenetrable, their presence a barrier to their escape.
Ranboo joined him, studying the chains with a thoughtful expression. As he reached out to touch them, an unexpected surge of energy flowed through his fingertips, causing the chains to crumble and fall to the ground with a resounding clatter. "Oh, well I guess that worked out," he remarked, a mixture of surprise and relief evident in his voice.
With the obstruction removed, they pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit bedroom beyond. The room exuded an eerie ambiance, with antique furniture draped in faded fabrics and shadows dancing along the wooden walls. A picture of what appears to be the slime demon was hanging on the wall. Sneeg stepped cautiously inside, taking in the peculiar atmosphere. "Oh. It's a bedroom?" he mused, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Ranboo followed suit, his eyes scanning the room's decor. "I wasn't expecting this," he admitted, his gaze lingering on an ornate mirror hanging on the wall. Its reflective surface seemed to hold secrets, whispering enticingly of hidden mysteries.
Sneeg's attention was drawn to another peculiar feature of the room. "Does that wall look real to you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the smooth surface before them. It appeared almost too perfect, devoid of imperfections or cracks.
"No, not really," Ranboo replied, his curiosity piqued. He rummaged through his pockets and produced a letter opener, its gleaming blade catching the dim light. "Here, I found this letter opener earlier. Maybe we can use it to slice it open," he suggested, extending the tool towards Sneeg.
Sneeg hesitated, a touch of concern in his voice. "Do we have to cut his wall, though? That seems rude," he voiced his reservations, mindful of the potential consequences.
Ranboo's response was firm, laced with determination. "He locked you in a cage, Sneeg!"
Sneeg groaned, hesitatingly taking the letter opener from Ranboo. "I don't want him to be super mad, though," he admitted, a hint of worry tugging at his features.
"Just cut the wall, Sneeg!" Ranboo urged, his voice betraying a sense of urgency and impatience.
"Ok, ok, jeez. You don't have to yell at me," Sneeg replied with a playful pout, accepting the responsibility. He took a deep breath, steadying his hand, before guiding the letter opener's blade towards the seemingly illusionary wall.
The blade made contact with the wall, and with a swift motion, Sneeg sliced through the deceptive surface. A split-second of anticipation hung in the air before their eyes widened in awe and disbelief.
"It looks like nothing's in there—OH MY GOD," Sneeg exclaimed, his voice a mix of astonishment and terror. A monster suddenly emerged from the darkness, grabbing him from behind. "HELP ME!"
"WHAT IS THAT?! IS THAT A SHARK? Maybe it's a pickle? No, it looks more like a lobster…" Ranboo's bewildered voice interjected, attempting to make sense of the horrifying sight before him. His words, a mix of confusion and nervousness, betrayed his attempt to cope with the terrifying situation unfolding in front of him.
"YOU'RE NOT BEING HELPFUL RIGHT NOW!" Sneeg's voice trembled with a mix of fear and frustration, his plea for assistance growing more urgent.
"SORRY! Sorry! What do you want me to do?" Ranboo stammered, his voice laced with anxiety as he struggled to gather his thoughts and find a solution.
"I don't know, just try and get me Ohohut- RAHAHANBOO!!" Ranboo was confused why Sneeg was suddenly giggling, but he looked down at the monsters hands to see they were poking all over Sneeg’s belly.
"Oh god, is it—of course it is." Ranboo immediately turned around and looked away, pretending to not notice the fact that the monster was tickling Sneeg right in front of him.
"Ranbohohoo, help me!!"
In a panic, Ranboo stammered, trying to convince himself that leaving was the right decision. "Nooo… I'm- I'm good. You got it. I'm gonna go!! I'm totally gonna go get help!" Ranboo says, giving Sneeg a thumbs up as he backs up.
"RAHAHANBOO! DON'T LEHEHEAVE ME HEHEHERE!"
"You totally got this!!" Ranboo's words, though intended to be encouraging, held a hint of self-doubt as he made a hasty retreat, leaving Sneeg on his own. He sped walked back into the main room, letting Sneeg's screams of laughter leave his ears until it finally faded away.
Ranboo was fine, but he felt wrong for leaving Sneeg alone with a monster. This was the second time he turned his back on him, and he didn't want to do it again. "I feel bad. maybe I should go back…." Ranboo then slowly steps back into the room he left Sneeg in, ready to face anything that might be in there. Yet, there was nothing.
"Sneeg? Helloo?" He called out, hoping for a response. Ranboo was met with nothing but silence. He looked at the hole in the wall, seeing no one around. Despite his better judgment, he walks into it.
"Sneeg…?" He calls out one last time. But, instead of finding Sneeg, he sees another familiar face sitting in a chair in front of him. Ranboo knew precisely who it was. "Ahhh, Jesus."
Slimecicle got up and turned to the other. It was apparent he was seething with anger and hate. "YOOU. You made a gross-ass hole in my wall. You fucked with my- my sharkiklester."
Ranboo tried to defend himself, his voice tinged with exasperation. "I didn't hurt it! But jeez, that thing needs to be put in a cage."
"A cage, huh?" Slimecicle scoffed, beginning to walk towards Ranboo with ferocity. "When I'm done with you, I'm gonna put YOU in a cage. AND THEN MAYBE I'LL PUT YOU IN ANOTHER CAGE!"
"Yeah, I'm not doing this again." Ranboo began to walk away, but Slimecicle grabbed him by his shirt.
"I don't think you have a choice."
Ranboo pushes the demon off of him before wiping some slime off of him. "Look, Slimecicle, I'm not trying to fight you right now."
"That's all too bad, isn't it?? Get over here!"
Ranboo tries to protect himself, but it was too late; Slimecicle had Ranboo in his slimy clutches. Ranboo almost immediately started squirming around, knowing too well about what’s about to happen next.
"Please, I can't do this again!"
"You should've thought of that before you fucked with me!" Slimecicle then began digging his fingers into Ranboo’s armpits.
“Wahahait! Dohohon’t!” Ranboo started giggling as soon as the Slime Demon touches him, not being able to contain his laughter from everything he’s experienced today.
"You should be lucky I'm not covering you in Slime!"
“Thihis is juhuhust as bahahad!” Ranboo started thinking of ways to save himself, but his train of thought was suddenly cut off by a bunch of fingers poking at his lower back. “GAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT THE HEHEHELL??”
"Oh! That's a new spot! I didn't think this spot would be that bad for you, but here we are!" Slimecicle says proudly before quickly scribbling his fingers against Ranboo’s back.
"FUHUHUCKING STOP!" Ranboo squeals through a mix of cackles and snorts.
"Oh, now you're cursing? How out-of-character of you." The Slime Demon says smugly, not letting up in the slightest.
Through all Ranboo’s struggling, the towel he had earlier started slipping out of his pocket. A great idea rushed to his head. In one swift motion, he grabbed his towel and started wiping the slime off of Slimecicle, making sure not to miss a single spot.
“AUGHH DAMN IT!” Slimecicle screamed, releasing his grip on Ranboo as he did so. The masked man didn’t stop for one second. He kept going until the demon was no more; Slimecicle was now just a green stain on a towel.
"I think… I killed a man.” Ranboo said in a shaky breath, laying on the ground. “Thank god."
