WITNESS THE POWER OF THE PENCIL, FOOL ✨ @ghastigiggles
Welp guess who's back drawing this stuff! This was very fulfilling and fun, but also pretty difficult because of the amount of details and mistakes I made. It's shocking that I pulled this off in 2 days too (started yesterday)
Either way I hope you enjoy this a lot, but I'm very proud of the results and now have to rest my wrist. This took HOURS but I'm glad to get it out to you Sebastian feigning fools (/^-^(^ ^*)/ 🩷 which includes me haha
[This IS INDEED a TICKLE fic, so if that’s not your cup of tea you can hashtag [[SCROLL DOWN]]!!!]
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The Heights. It was a warm place, the fire-colored skybox providing a warm atmosphere. Various players were scattered about the arena, swords clashing with eachother as they fought to get to the top. And most importantly.. win.
Some were more skilled than most. Some fell off of the narrow columns that connected some of the brown pillars together. Others landed impressive trick shots on various players.
But there was one presence watching over everything. Telamon.. holder of the Illumina and creator of The Heights. Most importantly; he was an admin. Not a particularly nice one.. quite arrogant actually, given his godhood.
He saw himself as superior to almost (if not all) Robloxians. He wasn’t entirely wrong either.. that’s what fueled his ego. It was about as big as Roblox HQ itself.
Today was different. He was waiting for someone. MrDoombringer, admin of the forums. He was one of the more social admins, and wanted to meet Telamon at The Heights today.
Soon enough, he joined. MrDoombringer’s avatar spawned in, and immediately started heading towards the platform Telamon was positioned on.
He didn’t need to walk for long, because with a snap of Telamon’s fingers, he was teleported right beside him. Telamon looked at Doombringer with his usual gaze of arrogance.
“Hey Tela.. what’cha doin’ up here?”
“Watching the sword fights. Entertaining, isn’t it?”
“Maybe… doesn’t it get boring? Just watching the same thing over and over again?”
“Never. When you’ve made a game as superior as this, it never gets boring.”
Doom hummed to himself softly as the conversation trailed off into nothingness. This type of game wasn’t particularly his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was impressive in itself. He fiddled with the end of his hammer as he turns to Telamon once more.
“Why are you so serious sometimes?”
“What?”
“I mean it. Sure, you kinda smile sometimes.. but it’s never genuine. It’s more like.. arrogance instead of actual happiness.”
“I am a god. I have no need for happiness.”
“That’s kinda depressing, dont’cha think? I think you need to lighten up.”
“And I think you need to be quiet.”
Doombringer scoffed a little in mock surprise at the words. You could always count on Telamon to have absolutely no shame for his words.
“Well excuse me for having a little concern for one of my friends. Can you blame a guy for wanting someone to be happy?”
“Maybe.”
“How nice of you.. y’know, I have a specialty for making people happy. Specifically making them laugh.”
Telamon’s wings press behind him slightly as his expression contorts into that of confusion. What was Doom trying to get at here?
“I don’t laugh. Your attempts are futile.”
“I have my ways, Tela…”
Doombringer stepped closer, letting his hammer clatter to the ground as he readied himself. Successfully catching Telamon for what he planned to do wasn’t going to be an easy feat.
“Step back, Doombringer. Cease this foOLERY-“
Telamon backed up as well. His tone raised an octave as he narrowly dodged a pounce by Doombringer, wing feathers puffing up slightly in a defensive stance.
This went on for a second time. Telamon only truly stayed because he knew (or rather, thought..) he could stay out of Doombringer’s grasp. He hadn’t teleported away or forced away Doombringer’s grip purely because he wanted to play into this childish situation.
“Uff.. really playing around here, arent’cha?”
Doombringer grunted, taking a moment to catch himself as he lost yet another ‘pounce’ attempt on the feathered god in front of him. Telamon was practically glowing with smug energy.
“Yes. Unless you’d like for me to go away? Or are you wanting to continue this game of cat and mouse?”
While Telamon was monologuing, Doombringer pounced. Telamon didn’t notice until it was a fraction of a second too late.
The two tumbled to the ground in a mix of feathers and fur, scuffling for a solid minute or two. Telamon became slightly irritated, trying to teleport away.
That is.. until something happened. He felt a jab to his side, which caused an unfamiliar tingling sensation to flood his nervous system. He jolted, hiding the involuntary starts of a smile with one of his head wings.
“So it’s true! The mighty Telamon, god of The Heights and holder of the Illumina.. possesses ticklishness!!”
“I do NOT!! SHUT YOUR TRAP—“
Telamon snapped, trying to force himself away from Doombringer. He did NOT like this. He hated that feeling—how it sapped his godly strength away—how weak it made him feel. He tried kicking Doom away, but it didn’t work. He hated Doom’s brute strength and how he couldn’t get out of his grip.
“Calm down there buddy.. it’s not like I’m gonna hurt ‘ya or anything. It’s all just in playful fun.”
“By making me look like a FOOL? This is almost as stupid as that BUCKET on your head.”
“The one that you gave me. Right.”
Telamon scoffs. Doom was right. He did give him the bucket, but.. THAT DIDN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW!! HE WANTED OUT!!
“I don’t care. Let me freHEE—“
Telamon almost glitched as the foreign sound forced itself out of him. A giggle. When he was in the middle of talking, Doom had poked him again. How rude!
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Telamon struggled to contain himself as the poking continued.
“GHK—relEASE me!! You foHOOL!!”
Another giggle. Telamon covered his face with his head wings, nearly burning up with how embarrassing this was. How dare Doombringer think he could do this?!
“I fear not, Tela. Like I said! You need to lighten up a bit. Laugh, maybe!”
…
“Besides, this is only poking! Imagine how you’ll react when I actually start.”
‘Actually start’. The words bounced around Telamon’s head as he froze up slightly. It could get WORSE?! And he thought this was bad already..
Before Telamon could say anything further, it started up. Relentless but steady scribbling along his ribs and sides. Helpless giggling bubbled out of him regardless of what he did, the god trying to curl up into a ball in a useless attempt to get away from the offending hands.
“YouHUHU baHAHASTaHARD!! StoHOHOP!!!”
Telamon squirmed like a stubborn worm, wings flapping about the platform the two were positioned on like something that just refused to stop moving. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t seem to get away. Doombringer’s hands just kept squeezing away at his sides at that infuriatingly gentle pace.
“Nuh uh, Tela. I’ve come aaaallll this way to make you happy! And I don’t plan on stopping now… hehe.”
Doombringer’s tone was maddeningly teasy, as if he knew how much he was affecting Telamon. It didn’t take a genius to see it, though..
He drew out the ‘all’ by dragging his fingers slowly up Telamon’s sides, then scribbling them all the way back down.
“OHOHO MY HEHEIGHTS—YOUHUHU IMBEHECILE!! IHI’M GONNA KILL YOU!!“
Doombringer brightened slightly at the musical sound, giggling to himself as he continued.
“Wow, Tela!! I didn’t know you were this ticklish.. so cute.”
“IHI AM NAHAHAT CUHUTE!!!”
“You sure? Because you’re sure acting like you are.”
Telamon made a sound of both laughter and frustration at Doombringer’s words. It infuriated him how easily this affected him and how weak he became at the very thought of it.
But he couldn’t deny this sort of.. giddy feeling starting to rise up inside his innermost core. He tried to ignore it—to push it away—but it only came back stronger.
“C’mon Tela, lemme see your face! I wanna see that smile of yours.”
Doombringer moved a hand toward Telamon’s head wings. He only planned to gently nudge them aside. Even with the wings covering the god’s face, he could see how flustered he was.
A sudden pain to his side. Doombringer winced slightly, looking down in confusion. ..ah. A kick. Telamon had managed to muster up enough energy and strength to kick Doombringer in his side.
“Kicking me now, Tela?? How rude of you. I might just have to teach you a lesson about niceness for once.”
“FUHUHUHACK OFF!!”
Doombringer was still unused to seeing (and hearing) Telamon laugh uncontrollably like this, but it wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, it was as welcome as it could be. It was an adorable sound (according to Doombringer).
“Wow.. now you’re cursing me!! That isn’t a way to treat your friends..”
“YOUHUHU’RE NAHAT MY FRIEHEHEND!!! I HAHATE YOU!!”
Telamon continued his squirming, wings nearly smacking Doombringer upside the head as the other’s fingers pressed into a tender spot on the ribs.
“I’ve had enough of your rudeness!!”
Doombringer takes a deep breath. Telamon tenses. He didn’t know what he was gonna do, but it wasn’t going to be any good—especially if Doombringer was looking at him like that.
The next ten seconds were chaos. Once Doombringer drew in as much breath as he could, he blew a raspberry on Telamon’s stomach. And BOY did that work.
“wHAHAHAHA—stAHAHAHAAAHAP!!”
Telamon shrieked. Actually shrieked. He himself didn’t even know why he reacted this severely. He felt the feeling of Doombringer’s raspberries a handful of times more. Each time, he responded with peals of shrieking laughter.
His feathers were ruffled and unkempt by all the squirming he was doing. And for once, he didn’t care about how he appeared. He only cared about getting away from Doombringer and his stupid tickles.
“How CUTE! Truly, Tela. You should laugh more. Maybe the civilians would approach you more if you did. Makes ‘ya look more approachable.”
Doombringer couldn’t help but giggle at the flurry of half-broken words that escaped the other beneath him. It was no doubt he was frustrated, but he could tell this was having a positive effect on Telamon.
“GEHEHET OHOFF OF MEHEE YOU OHOAF—“
He was flailing and kicking, all sense of dignity lost. Luckily they hadn’t drawn any attention from any nearby players (they were far too absorbed in their own battles), which made Telamon feel a slight sense of relief.
“Nah, I don’t plan on getting off just yet. I have one more spot I plan on getting.”
“..?”
“Say, your wings look a lil’ messy…”
Oh.
Oh no.
This isn’t good.
“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY WINGS!! I CAN GET THEM MYSELF!!”
“Gee, I can always count on you for explosive reactions. C’mon, Tel! You know I’m not gonna actually do anything negative. Just.. THIS!!”
Telamon felt an overwhelming sense of this tickly feeling as Doombringer’s hands dove into the pits of his wings. You would’ve thought he was being MURDERED by the shriek he let out.
A flurry of threats and curses tumbled out of his mouth, head wings and back wings alike flapping and flailing like crazy as Doombringer’s fingers scurried all across the most sensitive parts of his wings he didn’t even know he had.
“Hehe, I didn’t know you could get this loud! I know I said this would be the last part, but.. I wanna try one last thing!! Then I’ll let ‘ya go, ‘Kay?”
Normally, he would’ve fought tooth and claw to get out of this. Normally, he wouldn’t allow ANY of this in the slightest. Normally, he wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.
But this wasn’t a normal situation, was it?
Doombringer took a deep breath again. Telamon froze, and everything seemed to be going still. Before, he wasn’t familiar with this tactic. Now? He was more than familiar with it. He HATED it. He hated it when it was just on his stomach, but his WINGS? He was in for a whole world of pain (or rather.. ticklishness, heh).
“waITWAITWAITICHANGEMYMIN—“
He blabbered out, putting his hands in front of him as if that would do anything. But before he could finish his pleading, he felt it. That torturous feeling. Raspberries.. that was the name. It almost slipped his mind before Doombringer oh so helpfully reminded him.
It tickled. It tickled ALOT. Telamon fell into another fit of shrilly laughter, his body and mind completely on autopilot as he failed to defend himself from the offending tickles.
Then something interesting happened. A squawk. Then a chirp-like squeak. The two of them froze, and Doombringer looked as if he’d stop for a second.
“Did you-.. did you just squawk?? And chirp??”
“NO!! NOW GET OFF OF ME, YOU FOOL!!”
“How CUUTEEE!!!”
The raspberries continued for about 5 minutes or more. Telamon was in shambles by the end of it, the god a flustered and unkempt mess of feathers on the ground.
“..you okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”
“I..Ihi’m FINE. I am a god, I will not be taken down by something as inferior and childish as tickling.”
“Heheh, alright. Although you looked like you enjoyed it kind—“
“SHUT UP!!”
“Fine, fine!!”
It was obvious Telamon was kind of irritated, but it was also equally easy to tell he was much calmer than before. He sat on the ground, wings twitching slightly before getting up. After a moment of catching his breath, he snaps his fingers. His appearance changed to that of the one before this whole tickling incident happened.
“Farewell, Doombringer.”
“Bye, Tela!!! See ‘ya later!!”
Telamon went back to surveying The Heights. Nothing much had changed, just a few new players. He felt calmer, whether he liked it or not. Maybe Doombringer’s childish strategy did truly work.
But now that this ‘tickling’ concept had been brought to light before him, he was already planning. Planning for something he knew would work.
He would get his revenge. Doombringer just didn’t know it yet.
lee 1x, ler uhh those fuckass hands in horror hotel iykyk
i ll draw it if i get a proper idea but for now uhhm have this fic
fic under the cut uhh
im cringe and im free (and now crying from embarrassment because I DON5 KNOW HOW TO WRITE 1X)
theres cursin here so uhh b warned
SFW Interactions only; DNI if youre MDNI / K1NK
That stupid fucking bird... Slashing his sword at me and running away seconds after...What a bold yet also cowardly chicken.
They hissed, running towards where the swordfighter had ran off to which happened to be inside that shambled hotel
They weren't a fond of sprinting for long distances. No one did. But they had to, for the sake of catching up to those pesky survivors and killing each and all of them brutally before the timer struck 0:00
Plus, seeing the terror on the survivors' faces before they meet their demise is quite amusing to them, is it not?
They were simply fed up with all this stunning, and punching,, and.. Did something just grab their leg?
They had forgotten one thing that made the hotel.. unique, for lack of better term, which were those zombie hands that somehow managed to dig their way out of the creaky wooden floorboard. How did they get out? No fuckin clue, other than some resilience (and.. maybe logic)
They tripped, dropping both of their swords in the process.
"FUCK! Khghht..Stupid.."
When they stood up and brushed themselves off, they suddenly felt a hand prod their almost slime-like torso. God, can't those things put their hands to themselves?? Why's it playing with them?
The feeling, while it was annoying, elicited a very very faint smile that they tried to fight back. They're supposed to be a killer made of pure hatred, not some stupid child whos smiling like they were taken to a playground!
The other hands then drew their attention towards 1x, whos still trying to reach the daemonshanks that just had to slide out of their reach. They played and poked around with their midsection, somehow interested in its gooey texture
It didnt help that two were holding their arms and legs, so moving through became a challenge of strength and power
"Khek- S..Stop thahat..!"
They tried to swat the hands away, but that only caught the attention of more of those stupid zombies
"I'm- khk- n..not afraid to slice ALL of you into m-mohohorsehels! Hahahah!!"
Alas, they weren't conscious enough to register that as a threat. For the only thing they know is to grab onto anything that walks right through them, hence why they were considered a small annoyance that hinders escape plans
"Kheh..heheh... S-Stuhupid ahass..- Lehet me gohoho!"
They held back a few giggles and a snort, trying not to catch the eyes of any survivor. The last thing theyd EVER want to happen was being known as a "stupidly ticklish killer with a slimy-textured tummy"
God forbid that the killers learned of this info. Well, they probably already did ever since that one incident where they let C00LK1D climb onto them
They tried to tug their body away from the hands around thrice now. Why's its grip so strong??? No wonder the survivors became easy targets the moment they pass through these things. Not that they complained when it was just the survivors getting grabbed, since it simply made killing a little more easier. Them being the one getting slowed by the decayed mitts is a different story
It didnt take long until one hand decided to dig through the goo and reach for their ribs, which was a spot that they would rather DIE than to reveal it being a stupidly ticklish spot
The shriek that 1x had let out was far too unlikely of them to ignore
"FUHUHUHUHCK!!" They cursed through barks of laughter, clawing at one of the hands and trying to trudge away from them
Meanwhile-
"Was that 1x??" Elliot paused as he passed the pizza to Guest
"Sounds like 'em." The soldier replied, his expression deadpan while he helped himself to some pizza that Elliot gave him
As for the Adversary..
They bucked their way out of its grasp, breaking free from the hands and finally managing to pick up their swords and catching a few breathes after the most humiliating thing had just happened to them of all people
"Hhhk..Heheh.....huugh..fuhuck."
They did NOT just get tickled by some hands that have are not capabie of forming a coherent thought. Not that they had a brain in the first place..
They sighed, looking at every direction so no one was there to witness that whole ordeal. There wasn't anyone close by, save for one person-
Shedletsky.
"Took ya long enough. See ya, loser!!" He bolted away once more, but not before waving at the killer as a small taunt. His wings fluttering lightly as he sprinted
They looked back at the still moving hands which were still confusedly grabbing at where 1x used to be then back at where Shedletsky had ran off
"I'm severing all of you later. I'm busy with a specific ex-admin right now"
They pointed one of their daemonshanks at them as if they were threatening to use Mass Infection at it. Despite everything however, they didn't really mind the tickling. It was just that they just had to do that during a chase
Maybe they'll go back there again if no one's watching and theres a bit of free time there. He has the strength to break free at any time anyway soo...
Shedletsky grinned smugly as he ran, unaware that he's the next target
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as a sidenote i finally see myself in the search oh my god finawy woo cheers
my dumbass kept typing he isntead of they when referring to 1x RELEASE ME
