Henrik is about to start his day at work. But there's one problem: His password is claiming to be incorrect. And he is certain he didn't change his password. So...What's going on? Who's responsible for changing his password?!
This fanfic was suggested by Shannon. I hope you enjoy!
Marvin had ran up to Henrik’s room, and quickly snuck into his office. He closed the door and started to mess with some of the stuff in the room. When he was done, Marvin planted a camera in his room, before leaving the room through the examining room and walking back to the couch to get a good view of all the commotion.
Marvin pulled out his phone and pulled up the camera screen. The office was sterile, pristine, and perfectly organized. Well, so it looked. Marvin looked up at Henrik as he walked up to his office.
“Hallo, Marvin.” Henrik said.
Marvin nodded. “Hey Doc.” Marvin replied.
Henrik headed into the room and closed the door behind him. Marvin looked at the phone screen and watched as Henrik moved around his room. He opened his computer and put in his username.
Henrik blinked and tilted his head. Did he used caps lock? He looked at his keyboard and saw that the caps lock light wasn’t on. Just to be sure, he clicked the caps lock light on, and then off again. Then, he put in his username and password.
[Password: ***********]
[PASSWORD INCORRECT]
Henrik grunted and grabbed the sticky note that had his password. And…the username was fine. But the password that was written on his sticky note was crossed out with black sharpie marker. On the back, was a hand-written note in the same sharpie:
[Try to guess your new password! In the different patient files, are the letters and numbers to your new password. Have fun! ^_~ ]
Henrik audibly growled and threw the sticky note onto the table. “Was für ein Haufen Pferdescheiße!” Henrik yelled. Not only did Marvin change his password and make him find it out for himself, but Marvin had opened up patient files…And that was literally illegal.
Henrik opened the door to his office and stomped up to Marvin, who was doubled over laughing. “OHO MY GAHAHAD! Your fucking FACE!” Marvin yelled.
Henrik grabbed Marvin by the ear. “Ich werde dich töten!” Henrik yelled in his native language.
“Ow-ow-OW! HENRIK-” Marvin yelped, clearly in pain.
“HALT DEINEN MUND!” Henrik shouted at him as he yanked the magician into his office. “You are going to fix zhis mess, or ELSE.” Henrik threatened, throwing Marvin into his office chair.
“Oh come on, Shneeple. Can’t you take a joke?!” Marvin asked.
“BREACHING PEOPLE’S PRIVACY IS NOT A SCHERZ!” Henrik yelled.
“...Is that joke in german?” Marvin asked.
Henrik growled even louder at Marvin’s remark. “Youfuckin-” Henrik grabbed his duffle bag, and removed the long over-the-shoulder handle from the duffle bag. He wrapped the handle around the front of Marvin’s waist, and tied the two sides together on the back of the chair.
“What the- the fuck are you doin’?!” Marvin asked, growing super confused.
“Making you regret your choices.” Henrik replied as he grabbed Marvin’s legs.
Marvin raised an eyebrow as he saw Henrik removing his socks. “...A foot massage?” Marvin asked. He guffawed in reaction. “What is a foot massage gonna do?!” Marvin asked.
Henrik wrapped his one hand around the left ankle, and started to skitter four of his fingers on Marvin’s arch right away. “It is not a foot massage, Marvin.” Henrik told him.
Marvin gasped right away. “EEK! Wait- NOHO!” He shouted, pulling his right foot back so that Henrik didn’t tickle that foot too. “YoufuckingAHAHASS!” Marvin yelled as he felt Henrik’s fingers move from the arch up to his toes.
“You gonna tell me vhat my new passvord is?” Henrik asked.
“NOHOHO WAHAY!” Marvin yelled. He could feel Henrik’s hand move back down to his arch. “Thahat’s for you to fihihind ohout!” Marvin replied as he wiggled his toes to try (and fail) to cover up his ticklish foot.
“Vell, zhen it looks like I vill have to tickle tickle tickle you, until you give me vhat I need. Because I have vork to do.” Henrik told him.
“Ihihit’ll only take a- GaAAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA! NOHOT THERE! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Marvin tried to reach out and cover up his poor foot, but was unable to because of the rope that was wrapped around him.
Henrik smirked as he mercilessly tickled his heel. “I’ll only tickle harder if you vait.” Henrik told him.
“EHEHEHEEE! WHYHYHYHYHY?!” Marvin yelled.
“Because you have made zhis very inconvenient for me.” Henrik told him.
“IHIHIT’S A JOHOKE! TAHAHAKE A JOKE!” Marvin yelled.
Henrik moved his hand up to the sole of his foot. “Now is not zhe time for zhe funnies.” Henrik told him.
Marvin’s laughter lessened a little bit. “Ohokahahay. Fihihine! Ihi’ll tell you whahahat the pahahassword for your compuhuhuter ihihis.” Marvin finally replied.
Henrik smiled and stopped tickling. “Good.” He let Marvin breathe for a moment.
Marvin took the time to fill his lungs generously with air. Though he hadn’t been tickled for very long, he was already a little bit tired. “It’s…” Marvin started. He let out another breath. “The password is ‘Hellohenrik456.” Marvin told him.
Henrik raised an eyebrow, but nodded and put the password in.
[Password: hellohenrik456]
[PASSWORD INCORRECT]
Henrik hummed and looked at Marvin. “Any capitals?” Henrik asked.
A capital H at the beginning.” Marvin told him.
He typed in the password with a capital letter this time.
[Password: Hellohenrik456]
It started to load…Then, his familiar portal started to display itself onto his screen. Henrik smiled and then went to settings, and changed his password back to what it was before. “Zhank you, Marvin.” Henrik told him. “Now:” He minused out of his program and walked up to Marvin again. “I am not quite finished vizh you yet.” Henrik told him.
“Because I still need to make sure you do not prank me to zhis level again.” Henrik told him. “Simple zhings like svitching salt for sugar, or putting kleenex in my shoes is fine.” Henrik told him as he walked up behind the chair. “But changing zhe password to my vork computer?” Henrik grabbed Marvin’s sides with a smirk. “Utterly unacceptable.” Henrik told him.
“Wait- Yohou dohohon’t uhuse that wohohord in thahat cohohontehehext!” Marvin reacted.
“Vhy not?! What are you? Die grammatikpolizei?!” Henrik asked.
“WHAHAT ARE YOU SAYIHIHING?!” Marvin yelled. “SPEAK ENGLIHIHISH PLEHEHEASE!” Marvin begged.
Henrik just laughed. “Hehehe! Fick dich!” Henrik declared back with a smirk.
Marvin couldn’t understand what a dich was…but he could somewhat understand the moment he guessed what fick likely meant. “Dihihid yohou juhust tehehell mehe to fuhuhuck ohoff?” Marvin asked him.
“Nein. I specifically said zhe vords ‘Fuck you’.” Henrik told him.
“Wohohow.” Marvin muttered.
“Now how ticklish is zhis belly of yours?” Henrik brought himself to the right side of the chair, and lifted up Marvin’s blue shirt. “I have heard from a leetle bird that your belly is a good spot to go for.” Henrik asked as he slowly started to tickle right around the magician’s belly button.
“Wahahait- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP!” Marvin shouted, kicking his legs wildly as he wiggled back and forth in an attempt to get out of the chair. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOOHOHOHOHOOO!” Marvin shouted.
“Let you go? But vhy vould I do zhat?” Henrik asked.
“BEHEHECAUSE YOU LOHOHOHOVE MEHEHE?!” Marvin asked.
“Platonically? Or intimately~?” Henrik asked as he leaned into Marvin’s face with a smug little grin on his own face.
Marvin’s face morphed into a bright red color almost immediately after hearing those words. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Marvin opened his one eye. Quickly, he opened both his eyes and widened them once he realized how close Henrik was to his face. He immediately pushed Henrik’s face away from his own. “Shuhuhut uhuhup! Ihihi meheant platohohonicallyhyhyhy!” Marvin told him, covering up his face with his own hands.
Henrik stuck out his bottom lip and looked down dramatically. “Aww…Shame.” Henrik whined, before dropping his facade with another smug grin.
Marvin split his index and middle apart from each other to look out his left eye, so he could see what Henrik was doing. When he saw the doctor was smirking at him, Marvin whimpered as he covered up his left eye again and grew very timid.
Henrik chuckled and removed his hand from the exposed belly. Marvin kept his eyes and face covered, hoping Henrik would leave him alone to melt into his seat like lukewarm ice cream. But when nothing else had happened for the next few seconds, Marvin uncovered his left eye again.
“Uhhh…Hello-”
Marvin SCREECHED and just about jumped 10 feet in the air! SPIDER! SPIDer-
Henrik fell onto his back with laughter, pretty much rolling around with fits of laughter. “OHOHO MYHY GAHAD YOU’RE SOHOHO TIHICKLIHIHISH!” Henrik yelled.
Marvin stared at him in disbelief…before embarrassed and slightly angry. He kicked Henrik’s chest with his heel and growled. “Leave my feet alone, ya fuckin’ weirdo.” Marvin told him.
“Alright, alright. I vill leave you alone.” Henrik told him. “But only if you promise to not change my passvord again.” Henrik decided.
“...But-”
“No buts! Versprechen oder kein Versprechen.” Henrik told him.
Marvin raised an eyebrow. “...and that means…?”
Henrik sighed. “Promise, or no promise.” Henrik told him. “Jésus Chrístus. You need to learn German.” Henrik reacted.
“Do I now?” Marvin asked. “Or do you need to practice your englisch?” Marvin asked, specifically impersonating Henrik’s pronunciation of the word ‘english’.
Henrik rolled his eyes. “First of all: German is pronounced as ‘Deutsch’.” Henrik told him.
“Oh! Yeah, I remember you mentioning the words ‘Deutschland’ often when I first met you. Does that just mean German land?” Marvin asked.
Henrik closed his eyes and huffed. “Nein. Deutschland only means Germany.” Henrik told him. “Yust like Yapan is called Nihon.” Henrik added.
“...Yeah, I guess.” Marvin muttered. “Alright. Deutschland! I speak the Deutschland language.” Marvin joked.
Henrik couldn’t stop himself from chuckling in horror. “Verdammte Hölle…You are killing me vizh your vords and pronunciation.” Henrik told him. “Zhat is like saying ‘I speak the england language’.” Henrik told him.
Marvin laughed. “Really? Cause English actually comes from-”
“Latin. Ya, I know. And Deutsch is from zhe Indo-European people. The Indo-European people have multiple versions of zhe same language, one being zhe Germanic people, who spread from Norway and Sweden, to zhe Slovenian border.” Henrik told him. “Zhere vere even Deutsch people in zhe scotland and English-
Henrik squealed in a girly high pitch voice, interrupting himself in the process before doubling over. “BAHAAAHAhahahahaha! VAHAHAIT- VHAHAHAT AHARE YOU DOHOHOIHIHING?!” Henrik yelled, trying to push the tickling fingers off of himself. “HOHOW DIHIHID YOU GEHEHET OHOHOUT?!” Henrik yelled.
“I wiggled myself out while you were rambling on and on about the origin of Germany.” Marvin told him. “Now tell me, oh wise Deutsch: What is ‘tickle’ in German?” Marvin asked as he gently skittered and squeezed his ribs.
“IHIHI’M NOT TELLIHIHING YOHOHOU!” Henrik yelled back.
“Come ooooon. You sounded so excited about teaching me German! Or Deutsch, I guess. What’s ‘tickle’ in Deutsch?” Marvin asked as he severely lessened his tickling for a moment.
Henrik’s laughter lessened to small bouts of giggles. “Ihihit’s…uhuhuh…k-kihitzeln. Kitzeln. Ihihit’s kihihitzeheheln.” Henrik repeated.
Marvin giggled. “Kitzeln. That’s the noun, right? What’s the verb?” Marvin asked next.
“Ihihihit’s kihitzehehelt. Kihitzelt.” Henrik replied.
Marvin smirked evilly upon being fed this wonderful information. “So does the phrase ‘Kitzelt, kitzelt, kitzelt’ make sense in Deutsch?” Marvin asked with a shit-eating grin.
Henrik verbally groaned. “Nohohohoho. Dohohon’t sahahay zhahahat!” Henrik complained.
“So I’m right! Kitzelt, kitzelt, kitzelt! Kitzelt, kitzelt, kitzelt!” Marvin teased as he started tickling faster and faster.
“HaltdeineFresse! HALTDEIHIHINEFREHEHEHEHESSE!” Henrik yelled. “HAAAAALT! BITTE HÖHÖHÖR AHAHAHAUF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Henrik kept yelling and laughing, weakly punching Marvin with his petty little hands.
After a couple more minutes, Marvin stopped his wild revenge game. He placed Henrik onto the chair, quickly removing the bag handle that was holding him down right before sitting Henrik down properly. He filled up Henrik’s dried coffee mug with some water from his own water bottle, letting Henrik drink while he grabbed the camera that was still recording.
Henrik hummed and removed his mug from his lips. “Vhat’s zhat?” Henrik asked.
Marvin couldn’t stop the smirk from growing onto his face. “Noooothing…” Marvin teased. “...Except for a camera that I used to record your reaction…” Marvin finally confessed.
Henrik widened his eyes…and opened his mouth, forgetting about the water in his mouth. All the water in his mouth quickly started spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall…Then, Henrik wiped off his chin and slammed the mug onto the ground. “Fünf…” Henrik started.
“Hahaha! Is that Deutsch for ‘Fuck’?” Marvin asked.
“Fünf is a number.” Henrik said. “Fünf…”
“Number? Wh- Oh shit you’re counting.” Marvin muttered with a surge of panic running through his veins.
“Vier…” Henrik said.
“Shit shit shiT SHIT SHIT!” Marvin shouted.
“Drei…” Henrik counted next.
“Oh fuck OH FUCK UH- BYE!” Marvin sprinted towards the door, before crashing into the closed white door. “OW!”
“Zwei…” Henrik said, before taking a step.
Marvin gasped and heaved on the doorknob. “FUCK!”
“EINER!” Henrik sprinted up to Marvin and grabbed his shoulders. He threw Marvin to the ground, before tickling him mercilessly. The camera flew absolutely everywhere, before being flung onto the ground nearby. All you could see was the wall…but Marvin’s strong laughter could tell you everything you needed to know:
The Egos are all dressed in costume! And are getting drunk and playing Mario Kart!
Jackie got out of his room with his mask on, and looked around the room. Everyone was dressed in costume. From Chase in an Iron Man costume, and Henrik in a Sherlock Holmes costume, to even Shawn in a Charlie Chaplin costume!
“Love the costumes, everyone!” Jackie reacted.
“No way! Spiderman?!” Chase reacted.
“Yup! In the flesh.” Jackie joked.
Chase looked at himself and smiled. “Guess who’s gonna be your Dad this Halloween?” Chase teased.
Jackie widened his eyes. “Oh my god I didn’t think of that!”
“Gimme a big hug there, buddy!” Chase declared, pulling him into a big hug.
Jamie came out with his costume on: A James Bond costume with a gun and hair flipped back, and everything! And to top it off: The James bond theme playing on Chase’s phone!
“YEEEAAAAH! Lookin’ good, James Bond! Ma Man!” Chase declared.
Jamie immediately cowered away and looked away with embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being called out like this.
“Now now, it’s alright. Come on, Jamie. It’s gonna be okay.” Chase told him.
Jamie bit his lip and looked at him. ‘But...I don’t talk.’ Jamie muttered.
“I know. But James Bond is about the action...not about the words.” Chase told him. “Plus, you rock the costume better than I could ever do.” Chase told him.
Jamie smiled a little and started to gain some courage again.
Jamie looked around and suddenly gasped and covered his mouth with a huge grin on his face. There, standing in the corner, was Shawn Flynn dressed as THEE CHARLIE CHAPLIN! Jamie sprinted to Shawn and started clapping his hands excitedly. ‘Charlie Chaplin!’ He placed his index finger and middle finger on his upper lip, and slid it down fancily down to the bottom right of himself.
“Ihihis...that Charlie Chaplin in sign language?” Shawn asked.
Jamie nodded and pointed to himself. ‘I LOVE your costume!’ Jamie signed. He placed his hands on his cheeks like Kevin did in Home alone, with a huge smile on his face. He looked like he could scream out of pure excitement!
“Wehehell, I got Jamie’s approval!” Shawn told him.
“I love it too! It’s so accurate!” Chase reacted.
“Outdated guy, but fun costume!” Jackie told him.
Marvin smiled as he presented his costume: A rendition of David Copperfield.
Jackie clapped his hands and hugged Marvin. “I love it!” Jackie told him.
“I do too! It suits you greatly!” Henrik told him.
“Thank you!” Marvin replied.
Lastly, there was Henrik in his Sherlock Holmes costume.
“A German Sherlock Holmes! Never thought I’d see the day.” Chase reacted.
“Very vitzig, Chase.” Henrik joked.
“Why thank you!” Chase replied.
Jamie started doing the Sherlock Holmes signature hand gesture. ‘I suspect...murder.’ Jamie signed.
“Fantastic!” Henrik ran to Jamie and started shaking him. “VHERE IS ZHE MURDER?!”
Chase, Marvin and Jackie all bursted out laughing. Shawn giggled and shook his head at the boy's shenanigans.
“Alright! Who wants drinks?”
[20 minutes later]
Jackie, Marvin, Shawn and Chase were playing video games while quite drunk.
“Damn you Peach! Get out of the way! Bowzer coming through!” Chase shouted.
“Hey! Fick dich!” Henrik shouted back.
“Fuck you back!” Chase fought.
“fick dich zurück- YEEEEEEHEHEEEESSSS!” Henrik shouted, cheering and throwing his arms up in the air. “BEAT ZHAT, BRODY!” Henrik yelled.
“Aw, come on!” Chase fought. “That was SO unfair!” Chase whined.
“Dein Arsch is unfair!” Henrik declared, speaking in both german and english.
“My ass is unfair now?” Chase reacted. “Alright. Talk to the hands!”
Chase leaned his hands closer to Henrik and started tickling his belly. “A tickletickletickletickletickle!”
Henrik screeched and bursted out laughing. “SCHEHEHEHEHEIßEHE!” Henrik laughed.
“Shit is right, my main man!” Chase reacted.
“STAHAHAHAP ZHAHAHAHAT!” Henrik ordered.
“Sorry Sherlock, but you need to be distracted for a while! And what a better way than tickling!” Chase declared.
“THIHIHIHIS IHIHIS STUHUHUHUPIHIHIHID!”
“Stupid?! THIS IS! SPARTAAAA!” Chase shouted before bursting out laughing on his own.
Henrik pushed Chase off him and started tickling him back. “Revenge is mine, Dear Vatson!”
“Oooooh! You’ll get us?! And vhen vill zhat be?” Henrik asked.
“NOHOHOW!” Chase reached up and tried tickling his armpits. But his armpits were just not ticklish.
“Hahaha...Good try, mein Freund.” Henrik said with a smile.
“........Uh oh…” Chase mumbled.
And that was the moment Chase truly knew, he was screwed. Henrik and Jamie continued to tickle him till he went completely red and exhausted from all the tickles. And Chase did get revenge...Just eventually.
Jamie and Marvin spent the morning making a potion that's meant to tickle you for a hour with one single drop. Naturally, Jamie and Marvin have some fun with this.
This one is for Shannon! I put Jamie and Marvin together for you! And I added Shawn Flynn in it! So, I hope you enjoy!
Jamie was working with Marvin on a special potion. Jamie was the one who helped him provide the herbs, and the person who helped put the items in while Marvin read out the list of ingredients.
“Okay. Ready?” Marvin asked.
Jamie nodded, giving him a thumbs up.
“Alright. Water is already to a boil. Add 10 ginger slices and ⅛ of a teaspoon of Wartcap Powder into the pot, and stir counter-clockwise for 5 minutes.
Jamie followed the instructions before he grabbed the spoon and started mixing.
[1 minute]
[2 minutes]
[3 minutes]
[4 minutes]
“Alright! Times up!” Marvin told Jamie. Jamie stopped stirring and put the spoon down. He readied himself for the new instructions.
“Add 5 chicken feathers and 1 teaspoon of ground black pepper into the pot and stir clockwise for 2 minutes.” Marvin read.
Jamie followed the instructions and stirred with the spoon again.
[1 minute]
“Alright. That’s it.” Marvin told him.
Jamie put the spoon back on the shelf and waited for Marvin’s further instructions.
“Remove from fire and and stir clockwise for 3 minutes.
Jamie followed the instructions: He blew out the fire, lifted the pot over to a table, and stirred the pot.
[1 minute]
[2 minutes]
“Alright. And: let it cool before bottling. Easy!” Marvin declared.
Jamie smiled proudly and clapped his hands.
“And you are now officially a witch.” Marvin added.
Jamie gasped and showed him the sign for witch. The sign for Witch was a curved index finger placed onto the nose to show the evil wretched nose of the witches.
Marvin laughed at that and patted his back.
The moment the solution was bottled, Jamie pointed to himself.
“Sure!” Marvin replied, understanding his question.
Jamie placed a droplet of the potion onto his neck, and waited…
Quickly, a ticklish sensation started to fill the spot on his neck, and started tickling him. Jamie wheezed and held the spot as he started silently laughing.
“Well what do ya know: It works!” Marvin declared. “Unless that’s you faking it.”
Jamie quickly shoved the potion into Marvin’s hands as the ticklish sensation overtook him. Marvin held onto the potion and watched in awe as Jamie hopped around and shook his head rapidly.
“Wow...I Guess it does work!” Marvin reacted.
Jamie nodded his head quickly as the tickling continued to plague him. A while later, the tickling seemed to subside slowly. By then, an hour had gone by of pure laughter. And that was from a single drop!
“Wow...I think we should be careful with this stuff.” Marvin told him.
Jamie nodded in full agreement.
[Later:]
Jamie and Marvin walked up to Chase and showed him the potion. “It’s harmless, we promise.” Marvin told him.
“Harmless? How harmless?” Chase asked.
Marvin giggled. “100% harmless.” Marvin promised.
Jamie walked to Chase and pointed to himself and his own neck. ‘I tried! Potion fun!’ Jamie signed, pointing to the potion.
Chase trusted Jamie’s judgement. “Alright. Put ‘er on.” Chase offered up his hand. Marvin placed the potion onto his hand and waited for it to take effect.
“Am I suhuposed to feheheheheel- Gihihihihigglyhyhyhyhy?! HAHahahahahahaha!” Chase started laughing.
Some minutes later, the tickling subsided. Jamie put the camera down, and got Marvin’s attention: ‘One hour’ he signed.
Marvin smiled. “Awesome! This thing is amazing!” Marvin declared.
Chase was a giggly mess from the phantom tickles.
[A little while later:]
Jamie and Marvin walked up to Henrik and snuck into his office. Jamie, with his geniusly quiet ways, walked up to Henrik and placed a drop of the stuff down Henrik’s shirt.
“Vhat zhe-” Henrik reacted. “Who’s zhere?” Henrik asked.
Jamie giggled silently and snuck out with no trouble. The tickling began to take effect the moment the boys wer outside the door.
“Ahahahaha...wWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Henrik laughed crazily, nearly falling backwards in his chair.
Marvin and Jamie giggled to each other as they heard the loud, german laughter fill the room.
“NEHEHEHEIN HAHAHAHAHAHALT DAHAHAHAHAS KLIHIHIZEHEHELT!” Henrik laughed.
Marvin giggled. “That means ‘No stop that tickles’.” Marvin told him.
Jamie laughed as Marvin continued to translate his words.
“That is ‘quit it’ in german.”
“I think that’s ‘why why why why?!’.”
“You know what that means.”
Jamie was loving this! It was so fun to be able to play around with people. For the next person, Jamie knew exactly who to go to!
‘S-h-a-w-n F-l-y-n-n’ Jamie signed.
“You fuckin’ genius! Let’s go!”
And so Marvin and Jamie left Henrik to laugh his head off for another 45 minutes in his office.
[At Shawn’s room]
Marvin snuck into the room and noticed that he had music playing in his radio. That seemed to help keep him from not hearing them come in.
So, Jamie did his thing. He walked over to Shawn, opened his sock and placed a drop of the potion in. The potion ran down the foot.
“What the feck are ya doin’?!” Someone spoke.
Jamie jumped and scooted backwards.
“Are ya pullin’ some prank on me?!” Shawn asked. “Ya’d better think twice before ya try ta prahahank mehehe- Wahahahait whahahahahahat?!” Shawn started to giggle as the ticklish feeling started to fill his foot. “Ohohohoho nohohohoho!”
Jamie’s fear quickly turned into a smile. No need to worry now. The potion is just working! Shawn lifted his foot up and tried to scratch the feeling away. But the ticklish feeling only spread to more of his feet!
“Simple:” Marvin showed him the bottle. “Tickle potion.”
Shawn continued to laugh. He didn’t believe him...But then he remembered that he was kinda laughing his head off on the spot for no reason. So...Maybe he was starting to believe him.
Shawn blushed at that. “AHAHAHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAT!” He reacted.
Jamie giggled and poked his belly button. ‘You cute.’
Shawn winded up somehow surviving the hour and was a giggly mess on the floor. After Jamie and Marvin walked to Henrik’s room, where Henrik was also a giddy mess of giggles. Marvin opened the door and smiled. “Feeling alright Mr. Giggles?” Marvin asked.
Henrik turned to him with a smirk on his face. “Laúf.”
And Marvin didn’t wait another second! He was off like the flash.
Eating ice cream while uploading the fanfic? TOTALLY not me!
Chapter 7: The Puppies First Grooming (DIY Version)
The 5 Jacksepticeye Egos decide to try grooming the growing dogs for the first time. This leads to more hard work than they expected, and some play time too.
This fanfic is for Shannon. I hope you enjoy more of the puppies! :)
Henrik walked out of his bedroom and widened his eyes. They had gotten so big! Where did the time go?!
“Oh good lord...You’re getting very big!” Henrik reacted.
The puppies turned right around and howled towards Henrik. Henrik laughed and knelt down, looking at the puppies. “Hello babies! More like teenagers now.” Henrik joked.
“Good morning Henrik!” Jackie greeted.
“Guten morgen!” Henrik greeted back. “Zhey’re huge now!” Henrik reacted.
“I know and SO FLUFFYYY!” Jackie was fluffing up their fur.
“Yeah...Zhey kinda need a hair cut…” Henrik told him.
“Do they though?” Jackie asked.
“Ja. Zhey do.” Henrik replied. “And zhat’s vhat ve’re gonna do today. Ve’re gonna vash, cut and groom zhe puppies.” Henrik decided.
“But that’s gonna be so much wooorrrrrrrrk.” Jackie whined.
Henrik chuckled and looked at him with a side grin. “Should’ve zhought of zhat vhen you brought home 7 puppies and a mama.” Henrik told him.
Jackie sighed and nodded. “True…”
“Oh! Ound I have a collar for Angel!” Henrik declared. He picked up his little Angel, placed the puppy onto the couch, and hooked up the magenta pink collar to the puppy. “Zhere. You are mine forever!” Henrik declared.
“Yay! Another doggy’s been claimed!” Jackie declared.
“Yeah! I hope Marble is enjoying zhe new family.” Henrik said.
“The kids did seem really excited!” Jackie told him.
As soon as Chase, Jamie and Marvin were up, Henrik and Jackie explained to the boys that they were gonna get the pets groomed. And they were gonna do it themself.
Jamie widened his eyes and let out a breath. His whole face basically said ‘this is gonna take forever’.
“I know…” Henrik muttered.
“Not even magic will be able to make this go any quicker.” Marvin told him.
“I know.” Henrik told him.
“This has been a great experience so far...but I did not sign up for grooming a litter of growing dogs.” Chase reacted.
“Okay okay, ve get it! So let’s get started!”
The boys started off with cleaning the dogs first. All 5 boys got their swim trunks and bare backs on, and started cleaning the dogs outside. Each of them had a bottle of shampoo, and were getting the dogs all lathered up. Chase shrieked as his dog shook some of the soap off, while Jamie spat and made throat noises as bits of dog soap ended up in his mouth.
Marvin groaned as the dog he was bathing, winded up rubbing her body all over the grass as she was lathered with soap. Marvin put the soap bottle down and grabbed the hose. “Good enough.”
The boys each took turns to clean the soap off the dogs with the hose, and a bucket of water. Marvin picked up cups of water, and sumped it onto the dog to let it run off the body. Meanwhile Jamie was doing it the easier way with the hose against the dog’s fur. As soon as Jamie was finished, he passed the hose to Henrik.
“SCHEIßE!” Someone shouted.
Chase turned to look at the source of the sound. But he knew exactly who it was. It was kinda obvious…
It was Henrik...With his trunks down to his knees...and the dog holding onto them, pulling them aggressively…
HOLY SHIT it was the best thing Chase had seen all month! Angel was literally pulling Henrik’s shorts down in an attempt to play with him! And Henrik was basically naked right in front of them!
“Sie mich nicht an! Don’t look at me!” Henrik reacted, covering up his sensitive areas with his hand. His face was so red...he looked like a strawberry.
Jamie was the first to burst out laughing and actually snort in response. Chase bursted out laughing right after, followed by Jackie and Marvin. Everyone was laughing at Henrik while he got his swim trunks out of Angel’s mouth. “Trottel…” Henrik muttered. “Let go!” Henrik ordered. “Verschwinde!” Henrik spat.
Angel immediately listened to Henrik and let go of his trunks. With the boys still laughing at him, Henrik growled and pulled his swim trunks back up onto his bottom.
With that hilarious moment out of the way, Chase returned to cleaning the shampoo off of his chosen puppy. While a couple of the puppies proved to despise the water, Chase’s puppy seemed to like it! He was panting, running for the water, and trying to eat the water that came from the hose. Chase giggled at this and splashed a bit of water onto his face. This made the dog shove his face into the grass and rub his back all over the wet grass. Chase was laughing as he watched. But his laughter quickly turned to surprise the moment the dog jumped and tackled Chase onto his back with its wet body.
“Ahahahaw, come on man! So much for being dry…” Chase reacted.
“You’re a naughty little guy, aren’t ya?” Marvin teased Chase’s dog. “Yeah you are! Such a mischievous little nut!” Marvin teased.
The dog started barking and wagging his tail faster than the wind. He looked ready to sprint a marathon.
“What? You wanna run? Or jump around?” Marvin asked.
Suddenly, the dog pounced onto Marvin next and knocked him right down to the ground! “Ohoho man! You’re stronger than I thought!” Marvin reacted.
“He’s like a quarterback!” Jackie reacted.
Hey, that’s not a bad idea” Chase reacted. “There just might be a name idea for you!” Chase reacted. “Maybe Rebel? For Dublin Rebels?” He asked. “Or...” Chase added.
Jamie ran to Chase and fingerspelled a word for him:
‘B-L-I-T-Z’
Chase looked at the dog and smiled. “That’s perfect! Couldn’t have come up with anything better.”
Jamis smiled proudly.
“Blitz. His name is Blitz.” Chase decided.
Marvin smiled and knelt down to pet Chase’s dog. “Blitz...It suits him!” Marvin told him.
“Never heard of a dog being named something from football before!” Jackie reacted.
“Well, Air Bud is already taken.” Chase mentioned. “And I wasn’t gonna steal their name for the heck of it.” Chase added.
“True…” Jackie mentioned. “Alright! So we have Matilda, Angel, Marble and Blitz!” Jackie declared. “Well, kinda Marble...He’s off living with a new family.” Jackie added.
“Now: Let’s get these guys cut.” Marvin declared.
Boy oh boy, was that a process! Most of the boys only used scissors, while Henrik went for the full shaving to tackle all the hair. “If I shave it, I will not need cut it for a vhile.”
“But she’s gonna look ugly if you do that.” Chase warned. “You don’t want people cringing at your dog, do you?” Chase asked.
A couple seconds later, Henrik grabbed the scissors. “Zhey’re better anyvay.” Henrik told them.
“I wonder who told you that…” Chase muttered with a smirk on his face.
The dog hair that came off the dogs was overwhelming. Chase considered grabbing a vacuum cleaner to use on his clothes, while Jameson was fluffing his choice dog every 5 minutes to get all the hair out. Both cut and uncut hair would fly out of the dog’s coat and into his face.
“I wonder if paying for a groomer would be cheaper and less messy than cutting them ourselves.” Jackie asked.
“Cheaper? Nein. Less messy? Ja.” Henrik replied.
“I didn’t ask you.” Jackie told him. “I asked everyone but you, because we all know what your answer would’ve been.” Jackie explained.
“Youch…My feelings…” Henrik muttered.
Soon, the cutting was finished and the dogs were done. Jackie used a bag of treats to get the dogs to follow him, while Chase and Henrik gathered a majority of the dog hair with the vacuum cleaner. “Who knew we’d be vacuuming grass?” Chase mentioned.
“Not me.” Henrik replied.
“It’s not far off from a carpet, actually. It just breaks a little easier.” Chase admitted.
“Ja.” Henrik replied.
Chase smiled as the dawn looked cleaner. “All done!” Chase declared.
“Now to-” Henrik had turned around and stared with wide eyes at the new mess that had been made.
“Uuuugh...Jackie! Vhy?!” Henrik asked.
“Because they need it!” Jackie reacted.
It turns out that Jackie had taken the time to brush the dog's fur. This created a brand new gigantic pile of dog hair.
Henrik growled while Chase sighed. “I don’t even know if the vacuum can handle much more dog hair…” Chase muttered.
“Ve could make anozher dog vizh all zhis dog hair.” Henrik told him.
“Maybe even summon a new golden retriever with this much hair.” Chase joked.
“Ja, basically.” Henrik replied.
Henrik and Chase took the time to further clean up the lawn with the dog hair. “I wonder...does dog hair turn into a type of fertilizer? Or does it just turn to dead skin that looks like ash?” Chase asked.
“How about ve DON’T zhink of zhat?” Henrik suggested.
“What’s wrong Henrik? Don’t like the idea of dust mites taking over the lawn?” Chase teased.
“Nein! Nein nein nein! Deesgusting!” Henrik reacted.
“Awww, the poor doctor is a germaphobe! He’d better watch out! Cause there’s one evil germ he CAN’T wash off with water~” Chase teased.
“Vell, zhere’s technically-” Henrik’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own. Chase had squeezed his sides, causing Henrik’s knees to buckle. “VAHAHAIT! NEIN! NOT KITZELN! NAAAH!”
Chase sat right down onto Henrik’s hips and skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s belly. “kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Chase said in almost perfect german.
Henrik shrieked at that and giggled like a little toddler. Chase’s german voice sounded a little too much like his Dad’s teases from when he was a kid. “bihihihitte hör ahahauf damihihihit aaaHAHAHAHAHA!” Henrik’s laughter doubled in severity the moment his armpits were attacked.
“Oooooh! Ticklish in the pitsies, huh?” Chase teased.
“NIHIHICHE MEINE FÜHÜHÜHÜßE!” Henrik begged. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ES KITZELT SO SEHEHEHEHR!” Henrik laughed.
“Damn! I can’t even understand you right now! All I know in German are the words ‘Nein’, ‘Ja’, ‘halt’, and now ‘kitzelt’!” Chase reacted. “And those all mean ‘No’, ‘Ya’, ‘Stop’, and ‘Tickle’!” Chase reacted.
“Teheheheuflisch! TEUFLIHIHISCH!” Henrik yelled back.
“I wonder what that means...Maybe ‘bastard’? Or ‘enough’?” Chase asked.
“IHIHIT MEHEHEANS EHEHEVIHIL, YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOHOHOT!” Henrik yelled back.
“Ooooh! You called me evil in German?! How dare you!” Chase reacted.
“Evil?! Well if THAT’S the case:” Jackie got into his superhero costume in a snap, and quickly started tickling Chase.
Marvin ran to Blitz and put a treat into Chase’s pocket. “Hey blitz! Sick ‘em!” Marvin encouraged.
Blitz jumped at Chase and tackled the man down to the ground. “OHOHOHOW! Ohoho geheheez! OHOHO NOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase bursted out laughing as Blitz started digging his snout into Chase’s hip. “BLIHIHITZ OHOHOFF!” Chase tried to tell him.
But the dog didn’t listen and just kept tickling as he dug for the treat. The dog made borking noises and dug its paws in to get the treat as well. But it was proving to be harder than he expected to get it out.
“HEHEHENRIHIHIK HEHEHELP!” Chase begged.
“Naaaaah! You’re fiiiiine! You’re getting zhe kitzeln! Kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Henrik teased. “Ist Rache nicht süß?” Henrik joked.
“YOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHAHARD!” Chase yelled as he shoved his face into the grass. “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Entschuldigung, my irisch friend. I don’t quite understand you very vell.” Henrik complained teasingly. “Vhat does ‘tickle’ mean again?” Henrik joked.
“SHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed and squealed.
“Rude! So rude!” Henrik reacted. Henrik walked up to the dog, and removed the treat from Chase’s pocket for him. “Zhere you go Blitz.” Henrik replied. “Poor Blitz, being deprived of zhe treats. Especially for being a good boy!” Henrik said in a baby voice. “Good doggy! Zhat’s a good doggy!” Henrik started petting Blitz more and fluffing his fur around.
The dog woofed proudly and tackled Henrik to the ground to give him endless licks on the chin. Henrik giggled at the ticklish kisses and took them. “Zhahahank yohohou Blihihitz!” Henrik said to him.
The dog did one last bark of a reply before licking his face again.
Chase smiled as he watched. Perhaps the crazy grooming idea was worth the precious time with the puppies.
Soon, the boys decided as a collective to call a groomer for their dogs’ next haircuts.
Jackieboy Man goes on a playful spree and ends up eventually bringing Henrik along for the ride.
This fanfic prompt was suggested by Shannon the JSE Anon!
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Jackieboy Man was hiding up on the top of the roof, waiting around for his first victim to approach. He waited for a little bit, and soon came across Marvin. A smile quickly grew onto his face as he rubbed his hands evilly like a villain. He lowered himself down through his floating ability, and grabbed his shoulders. “BAH!”
Marvin shrieked and jumped about 5 feet in the air. Not only that, but he was caught on the way down by a pair of hands around his waist! Marvin looked down, touched the hands, and turned to see Jackie. “Oh...What the hell?!” Marvin pushed at Jackie’s face.
But Jackie smirked at this and faked dropping him. This led Marvin to just about have another heart attack. “WoO-AAH! DON’TDROPME!” Marvin begged.
“Wasn’t counting on it!” Jackie replied.
“Good. Now what do you want?” Marvin asked, letting his legs dangle.
“To capture you and hold you like this:” Jackie wrapped his legs around Marvin’s thighs and wrapped his arms around his chest. Marvin yelped and protested at first, not fully understanding what he was doing. But once he felt like he was in a weird spider hold, Marvin calmed down a little. “Weird execution, but surprisingly nice…” Marvin admitted.
“Oh yeah, I also wanna tickle ya.” Jackie said as he started tickling the magic man on the ribs with his fingers.
“Look! I’m spinning you around like a spider would in her web!” Jackie reenacted this move by spinning Marvin and tickling his middle and back while he spun him.
Marvin squealed and wiggled around, laughing at both Jackie’s weirdness and at the ticklishness of the man’s fingers.
“And:” Jackie wrapped both his arms and legs around him again, and hugged him snugly from behind while he leaned in. “Snack time!” Jackie moved his mouth to Marvin’s neck and started ‘nibbling’ on his neck while making nomming sounds.
“Well we all know I’m not a vampire…” Jackie mentioned. “But I can pickpocket others pretty well.”
Jackie reached into Marvin’s shirt and grabbed onto the magic wand that was in his hand. “Now does this cap-” A bunch of large feathers came poofing out of the top of the magic wand! “!...Well there’s my answer!” Jackie fluffed up the feathers and lifted Marvin’s shirt up. With one arm wrapped around his lower ribs and holding the shirt up to expose his belly, Jackie started tickling his belly with the feathers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Jackie teased.
“And now for the ultimate boss fight!” Jackie pushed Marvin horizontally up against the roof with one forearm pushed against the thighs and the other against his chest. “3...2-” Jackie started counting.
“NOHOHO! DON’T YOU EVEN-”
“1! PPPPPPFFFFFFBBBBBBBBFFFPPPBBFF!”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marvin was pounding his fists against the roof and laughing his whole heart out like a child. It was so weird because the roof felt exactly like the hard floor! Only, it wasn’t hardwood or carpet.
Jackie lifted his head up, breathed in and-
“PPPPPFFFFBBBBBPBBBPBPPPBBB”
“STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Marvin shouted, pounding his fist further into the roof.
“Better not punch a hole in the roof~”
“RIHIHIGHT BAHAHACK AHAHAT YOHOHOU!” Marvin shot back, trying to remind him of who actually had the super strength here.
“But I can control it! You kinda can’t right now.” Jackie retorted.
“Why, yours! You’re the one who ended up in my web of tickles!” Jackie joked.
“WHAHAT?! BUHUHUHUT-”
“Shhhhhh…” Jackie put his index finger on Marvin’s mouth. “I’m right.” He ordered softly.
Marvin rolled his eyes, but went along with it. It didn’t take much long for Jackie to stop tickling him and for the super man to place him onto the couch.
Next, Jackie flew around the house in search of his next victim. He had an idea of who it should be, but he had to find him first. He checked the office first: Nope. He checked the clinic room. That was empty too. Then, Jackie checked the kitchen:
And there he was! The doctor was reading a book, finishing up some food and working on some coffee. Jackie smirked as he rubbed his gloved hands together before using his powers on the coffee cup. Whenever Henrik would reach for his coffee, Jackie would drag it away from the hand with his powers. Henrik looked over at his coffee, and reached for it while he watched. Quickly, the coffee cup moved away from him.
Henrik hummed in confusion and reached further out. But the coffee cup moved away further! Finally, Henrik reached out really quickly and managed to get both his hands on the cup. But when he pulled on it...it didn’t move. He tried to remove his hand and found that it was stuck to the cup as well!
“Hmm...Vell scheiẞe!” Henrik reacted.
To make Henrik even more stuck, Chase grabbed out some gorilla glue and put it onto the chair, to get Henrik’s pants stuck to the chair. Since it was that fast-acting glue, it made Henrik’s pants get stuck to the chair in a matter of seconds.
With that determined and Henrik completely stuck, Jackie let his presence known with an evil giggle and squeezed the man’s hips.
“AAEEEEP! WHO ZERE?!” Henrik jumped.
“Iiiiiiit’s JACKIEBOY MAN! And you’ve better get comfortable because YOU’VE just been trapped!” Jackie teased.
“Lass mich jetzt gehen!” Henrik ordered. “I have un appointment vizh a patient at vone! And If I am late-”
Jackie squeezed the left hip. “Sorry bud.”
“aAAH GEHEZ- Uh oh! NEIN!” Henrik quickly tried to wiggle himself out of there, but found that the stool was stuck to his butt. “Zhe hell?! Did you sooper glue mein things?!” Henrik asked.
“Yyyou betcha! Even your thick booty is glued!” Jackie teased as he poked his lower back.
Henrik growled and muttered the following words through his teeth:” “Du kleiner Scheißer.” Before wiggling around and giggling.
Jackie had started squeezing both of Henrik’s hips at a speed of multiple times a second. Henrik was laughing with his head lowered, and kicking his feet to try and cope with the amount of tickles he was getting. “Jahahahahahack hahahahahaha! Du bihihist lähähächerlihihihich!” Henrik told him.
Jackie laughed. “Sorry, Schneep. I don’t speak Einstein.” Jackie told him. “If I did though, that would be cool!”
Henrik shook his head and tried to pull on his sticky hands. Then, Jackie stopped and unglued his hands from the mug. Henrik muttered a german insult to him before sipping his half-spilt coffee.
“Hey now...I would’ve let you go. But now:” Jackie picked Henrik up by the forearms. “You’re coming with me, Dr. Beleídigung.” Jackie declared.
The super boy threw Henrik up, flipped onto his back, and caught his victim. With the doctor’s back against his chest, Jackie took off flying straight upside down, and right out the door.
Out in the wide open space, Jackie flew up above the houses and opened his arms high! However, he did not let go of Henrik...for Henrik’s torso was safe in the grip of Jackie’s strong superhero legs. “WEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!”
“JACKIE! PUT ME DOWN ON ZHE GROUND NOW-”
“No way! I didn’t jut fly up here to show you the view!” Jackie started skittering his fingers onto Henrik’s hips and lower ribs. “I came here to tickle the bejesus out of you!”
“BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JAHACKIHIHIHIE DU HURENSOHOHOHAHAHAHN!” Henrik shouted to him.
“Whaaaat? Whatever could have the german man have meant?! I wonder~” Jackie joked, sticking his tongue out between his teeth. “I know what it means! It means “I want more tickle tickle tickles!” Jackie joked.
Henrik tried to push Jackie’s hands off him. But this only made Jackie hold onto him further! He didn’t really blame him though...He was actually thankful Jackie was saving him from falling to his ultimate doom to head splatter.
But still...He would prefer a better way of being held.
“Hey Henrik, you doing alright up there?” Jackie asked. “Or do you need to be tickle hugged instead~” Jackie asked.
“NEHEHEIN, ZHIHIHIS IHIHIS FIHIHINE-” Jackie ignored his answer and stopped tickling him. Then, Jackie flipped Henrik around onto his chest rather than the back, and hugged him.
Henrik blinked in surprise and...hugged him back.
“Z-Zhank you.” Henrik replied.
“Hugs for the overworked doctor!” Jackie declared with a little squeeze.
Henrik giggled and took the squeeze like a champ. “Zhahahanks- Hehehehehey!” Henrik giggled as his back was squeezed and tickled.
“Good god man! You need to stretch your back out once in a while! There’s so many knots!” Jackie reacted. “I can literally count them!” Jackie poked at a knot on his shoulder blade. “One…Two...three four...five...six seven, eight…” Jackie moved to the next shoulder bone. “Nine, ten eleven twelve- Holy shit!” Jackie reacted.
Henrik was giggling and snorting into Jackie’s shoulder as the tight muscles were prodded and massaged. There’s a reason he never got massages…
“Wow...I can see why you don’t see a massage therapist...You’re way too ticklish for it! Is your spine even tickli-”
Henrik snorted and guffawed! “EEEEEeeeeehehehehehehe!” Henrik squealed as he shoved his face into Jackie’s shoulder to muffle the laughter.
“Awwwww! This is so cute! What about…” Jackie started tickling the back ribs, on the lower back where the kidneys were located, and even on the back hips. Henrik snorted and kicked his feet at the back ribs, squeaked at the squishy back sides, and cackled the moment his back hips were poked, let alone dug into.
“Wow! All this tightness is making you ticklish! I feel at least 10 knots on your back sides, a couple knots in your back rib area, and a single knot riiiiight…” Jackie poked in the spot beside the back hip divot, “-There!”
Henrik just about died the moment that knot was drilled into. He wheezed, snorted, and laughed with muffled snorts mixed in!
Why were the snorts muffled? Well that was easy! Because Henrik was covering his mouth with his hands like a little child!
“You know...for a doctor, you’re pretty childish!” Jackie reacted.
“Mahahaybe...Ihadtogrowuptoofast…” Henrik muttered.
“Wait what?” Jackie asked.
“I needed to grow up too quickly...and I needed to develop a mature look to be a doctor…” Henrik told him. “It’s a Vórurteil…” Henrik muttered.
“A...what?” Jackie asked.
“Prejudice! It’s a prejudice!” Henrik shot back.
“Come...Keep laughing. You sound less like a grump when you’re laughing.” Jackie decided.
“Oh do I? Well you just earned yourself some more tickles, my man!” Jackie declared.
Henrik winded up being tickled for 10 more minutes by Jackie before being flown back home safe and sound. Furthermore, Jackie got Henrik in on the tickle monster idea and both agreed to go for the most quietest ego of them all:
No, not literally...It’s not Jameson Jackson.
The boys chose Shawn Flynn!
Shawn had been working on a little black and white automobile based off the same car from the Bendy series. He had also been listening to some old music and was actually singing some of the lyrics off by heart! It was really nice to hear the man sing, let alone talk. And...he actually had a nice singing voice too!
The two boys waited patiently at the door for Shawn to finish the car, and then barged in the moment the artist’s hand was off the brush.
“Greetings, my creative fellow!” Henrik greeted.
Shawn jumped about 3 feet up off his chair and landed in the same wooden seat. “HOLY MOTHER OF- Guys! Honestly...Could you knock next time?!”
Not unless you want a surprise!” Jackie spoke.
“I...Ohokay. Well I like the surprise, but still…” Shawn tried to explain the situation, but was cut off by a flying beam of red picking him up. “Hey HEY HEY HEY! I didn’t fuckin’ ask for THIS!” Shawn shot at him. His voice grew wobbly the moment he was lifted a little higher. “DoOoOon’t lift me too much, sir…” He ordered softly.
“Zhat’s all he’s liftin’ you. Guarantee!” Henrik told him. “Now vhere to goooo…”
“Go? How about ‘to the door’?” Shawn suggested.
“Jahahaha, Not happening. Oh! I know!” Henrik lifted his foot up, bending Shawn’s knee upwards, and removed the man’s sock.
“Uuuuuhuhuhuh...What are you planning exactly?” Shawn asked.
“Oh! Yust some good ol’ fashioned Serotonin.” Henrik replied.
“Let me rephrase that:” Shawn cleared his throat. “Why me?” Shawn asked. “I get serotonin everyday!”
“By vorking more zhen even I have?” Henrik clarified. “I don’t believe you. Not even a leetle.” Henrik started tickling the bottom of Shawn’s foot, putting Shawn into a giggly state almost immediately. “My my my...Such a giggly Flynn ve have here!” Henrik teased.
“Good choice on the person, Henrik! This is so much cuter than I expected!” Jackie admitted.
“See? Vhat did I tell ya?” Henrik joked.
“That Shawn would be a good choice.” Jackie replied.
“And am I right?” Henrik continued.
“HELL YEAH!” Jackie replied.
Shawn was laughing, kicking the air and hiccuping in the middle of his laughter. He was silently losing his mind and it was so cute to watch!
“Hey Shawny boy!” Jackie wrapped his one arm around Shawn and looked at his own free hand. “How would you feel about superhero fast tickles?” Jackie asked.
“Du kleiner Bösewicht!” Henrik reacted. “I couldn’t imagine!”
Jackie brought his hands to Shawn’s side and started skittering quicker, and quicker, and even more quick! The tickles were going almost 60 wiggles a minute!
Henrik had bursted out laughing and fell backwards while Jackie was in full confusion.
“I’m sorry, what?” Jackie asked.
“HEHEHE- AAAHAHAHA! HEHEhehe called ya a gobshite!” Henrik laughed. “Gohohobshite! Zhat’s a fuhun wohohord!” Henrik reacted, repeating the word a few times.
Jackie rolled his eyes and resumed tickling the little barker at ‘fuck you’ miles per minute. Shawn was DYING of laughter at this point. He was hiccuping in between his laughter, and wiggling around more than a flopping fish. Who knew that such a quiet soul could have so much energy to let out!
“STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT IHIHIHi’M *hiccup* GOHOHONNA PEEEEEE!” Shawn yelled to him.
“Oh shit, really?” Jackie quickly stopped tickling him and lowered the man down. “If you need to go to the toilet, then please do so!” Jackie told him.
Shawn looked up at the boys, and bit his lip. “Well...Alright.” He talked out of the room and into the bathroom just down the hall. It didn’t take long for Shawn to do his thing and come back.
“There. Now what?” Shawn asked.
“I hope you enjoyed your break! Because TIME FOR MORE TICKLES! But this time: with an empty bladder!” Jackie picked up Shawn, threw him onto the bed, and flew above the bed upside down. With the man laying there and his feet free for the taking, Jackie lowered himself to the feet and started tickling rapidly.
Shawn’s eyes practically burst out of his skull and a SCREAM left his mouth! “OHOHOHO SHIHIHIHI- BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shawn laughed and clapped his hands.
“Ooooh! Not bad, Jackieboy! Your hands may be fast...But only a doctor fully knows zhe human body to its top tier!” Henrik started tickling up and down Shawn’s ribs and even went for the artist’s ab muscles. “Zhese muscles are not used on artists very often. Zherefore:” Henrik started tickling more. “Zhey are tickly vizh a capital T!” Henrik teased.
Shawn’s scream-like laughter filled the room almost immediately. It was so loud and all over the place! It was like he couldn’t figure out how exactly to laugh!
And boy was it worth it!
A little while later:
Henrik and Jackie were watching movies together with a bag of popcorn and pop in front of them.
Soon, Henrik looked over at the super hero and gave his upper rib a poke. Jackie jumped up onto hsi feet on the couch, and pointed at him. “Noooooo...No tickling.”
“Ound vhy not? I zhink some revenge is in order~” Henrik took off running after the quick superhero and managed to find ways to catch up to his super fast opponent. It didn’t take long before Henrik had caught Jackie’s leg in the air, and pulled him right down with a face plant into the ground. “WAHAIT! That was unfair!” Jackie yelled, his nose hurting from the face plant.
“Ja! So is zhis:” Henrik pulled his foot closer to himself and started tickling the red-socked foot really quickly. “Now face zhe fingers of a qualified surgeon!” Henrik declared.
Aaaaand that was how Henrik managed to overpower Jackieboy Man, of all people.
Jamie gets sick and tired of the lack of answers. So, he storms into Henrik's room, begging for answers on what happened to his voice back in 1916.
Part 3 of Sergeant (Sgt.) Jackson.
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What is up with me and angst today? Geez...
Jamie kept falling in and out of sleep. Everytime he so much as closes his eyes, the phantom pain of the surgery and the doctors standing above him kept coming back. It terrified him.
The pain was unimaginable. It was so painful! It felt like several sharp knives cutting into his throat and trying to cut out everything in his throat.
He could hardly breathe when it happened. And he wasn’t allowed to move save for the bit of wiggling he did during the procedure.
Procedure? More like mutilation.
His eyes slowly started to close again. Close...and close...and close…
[“Now watch as I effortlessly remove the damaged part of the larynx, and the vocal cords.” The doctor shoved the knife into his larynx and cut it open. “But I have to make it quick!”
The doctor shoved the scalpel into the super damaged vocal cords and cut them right out of him. It HURT SO MUCH!
And the worst part is when the doctor held the vocal cords up in front of him like it was just a little coin purse! “Want these in a jar?” The doctor asked.
Jamie felt several more tears fall down his face.]
Jamie gasped and opened his eyes again. Not his voice! Not his vocal cords! Jamie got out of his bed and ran to his shelf. He threw items onto the ground in an attempt to find something.
Then...his eyes fell on the glass item:
Jamie pulled it out and felt the strong need to scream. His vocal cords and part of his larynx were in there. The part of the body that was stolen from him.
Stolen in cold blood.
Jamie felt his scar as he looked at the jar with pure horror in his eyes. Then, he stomped up to Henrik’s room.
He knocked on the door, and opened the door without a second thought. Jamie slammed the jar onto the doctor’s table, causing Henrik to jolt awake.
“De fuck- Jamie!” Henrik sat up and yelped as the light in his room was turned on, blinding him. “OW!” Henrik looked at him in anger. “Vhat zhe hell?!”
Jamie grabbed a sticky note, wrote something on it with angry letters and stuck it onto the jar. Then, he stomped up to Henrik and shoved the jar into his hands. “Jamie- Oh Scheisse, you’re pissed.” Henrik reacted.
Jamie pointed to the sticky note, in an effort to exaggerate how important it was that he read that sticky note.
“I- Okay, okay!” Henrik pushed Jamie aside and read the note as soon as his eyes got used to the light.
(What did the doctors do to me?) the note read.
Henrik hummed in confusion and turned to look at what was in the-
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
Henrik dropped the jar and shrieked. “EW! EW EW EW VHAT IS ZHAT?! BLADDER STONES?!” Henrik shouted.
Jamie grabbed Henrik’s hand somewhat roughly and placed his fingers on his throat.
“I don’t- I know your voice is broken, but you don’t need to-” Henrik jumped as the turned jar was placed in his other hand.
Henrik looked closer at the jar, and over at the other hand that was touching Jamie’s voice.
“Vait…” Henrik felt the throat a little more and looked closer at the jar.
Holy shit! Was that his vocal cords?! And his…
“Vhy do you have zhis?” Henrik asked.
Jamie ignored the question and turned the jar to the note.
(What did the doctors do to me?)
Henrik sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know, Jamie.” Henrik replied.
Jamie’s facial expression softened a little, into a begging-type gaze.
“Fine...Come on.” Henrik told him.
Jamie nodded and walked up to the doctor’s office with Henrik.
“3 in zhe morning checkup.” Henrik muttered. “Vhat a vay to live.”
Jamie sighed and sat down on the chair in the room.
Henrik placed the jar onto the table in the doctor’s office and grabbed an ultrasound kit. “Ve’ll need to do an ultrasound on your zhroat. Can you handle zhat?” Henrik asked.
Jamie raised an eyebrow with a ‘bitch seriously’ kinda look on his face.
Henrik laughed. “Ohokay!” Henrik put some gel onto the transducer and placed the transducer onto Jamie’s neck.
“Alright.” Henrik wiggled it around a bit and dug in a little so he could get a better picture. The pain of the transducer on his breathing spot was fine. It was nothing compared to the pain that caused the big scar on his throat.
“Hmm…” Henrik looked closer at the ultrasound and noted that he could only see the fake cords. The vocal cords were completely missing in the throat!
Henrik grabbed the jar from the table, and looked closer at the jar. There it was: The vocal cords.
“Your vocal cords...and a part of your larynx is missing.” Henrik told him. “Whoever cut into your vocal cords, also damaged zhe fake cords and zhe surrounding larynx a leetle beet. How are you breathing?” Henrik asked.
Jamie shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you struggle vizh holding your breath?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded. ‘I did in the past.’
Henrik nodded and removed the transducer. “Interesting.” Henrik looked at the jar again and noticed something else about it: There were hard parts placed in there too! Was that-
Henrik looked to Jamie. “Hold your breath.” Henrik ordered. When Jamie held his breath, Henrik pressed his hands onto his throat and felt for the cartilage. The cartilage at the top was there, but the bottom cartilage…
“Did you hear sawing during zhe procedure?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded.
“I suspect zhat zhe larynx cartilage is missing.” Henrik told him.
Henrik did one more thing for Jamie: He wrote down everything that he saw in the ultrasound and showed him pictures with labels.
“Zhis much of your larynx cartilage vas missing.” Henrik told him, pointing to the bottom half of the cartilage on the textbook.
“And your vocal cords are gone.” Henrik told him.
Jamie nodded. ‘I know about the vocal cords.’
Henrik tilted his head.
Jamie grabbed a paper and a pencil, and began to draw it out. It looked a little childish, but it certainly worked to explain things. Henrik widened his eyes as he watched him draw it out.
Lastly, Jamie added some labels to explain things. He added a label to the item in the doctor’s hand, and he added a label to himself.
Henrik began to slowly understand. “He showed you your vocal cords?”Henrik reacted.
Jamie looked at Henrik and reenacted the doctor dangling the vocal cords in Henrik’s face with a weird, terrifying little face.
Henrik dropped his jaw in horror and stood up. “Your doctor vas a psychopath!” Henrik reacted.
Jamie looked down and nodded his head. ‘I know’.
Henrik walked to Jamie and gave him a big hug. “I zhink I know vhy you vere angry…” Henrik told him. “It vas because I’m a doctor.” Henrik assumed. “Vas zhat it?”
Jamie teared up and nodded.
Henrik hugged him harder and more securely. “I’m so sorry.” Henrik replied.
Jamie shook with dry, silent laughter as he let go of Henrik. ‘Not your fault.’
Henrik teared up too. “I know, but…” Henrik looked around. “Doctors are supposed to help people! Not hurt zhem and cause zhem damage.” Henrik told him.
Jamie looked at him with sympathy. ‘It was 1916. Doctors didn’t know what they were doing.’ Jamie explained.
Henrik nodded and fixed his hair. “It’s still unfair on you.” Henrik told him.
‘They saved my life.’ He admitted.
Henrik tilted his head. “Did zhey remove zhe bullet?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded.
“You know vhat? I vill do more research into your case.” Henrik decided.
Jamie nodded with a smile. ‘Okay.’
Henrik smiled. “Plus, you’re alive! And still living life vizh zhe most optimism I’ve ever seen!” Henrik reacted.
Jamie smiled and teared up a little. ‘Thanks for believing in me.’ Jamie told him.
“No problem, my freund.” Henrik said, speaking in partly german.
Jamie giggled silently and hugged him.
“How about some tickles? Vould ya vant zhat?” Henrik asked.
Jamie smiled excitedly and nodded. ‘I’d love that.’
Henrik smiled brightly and got started with his sides. Jamie immediately started smiling and wiggling around. “Tickle tickle tickle!” Henrik teased.
Jamie crawled into a ball like a little hedgehog and was shaking from the giggles that were leaving his lungs.
“Awwww! Cute viddle Jamie all snuggled in a tiny ball!” Henrik teased.
If Jamie could whine, he certainly would!
Next, Henrik grabbed Jamie’s feet and started tickling his toes.
Jamie’s arms flew around like crazy, while Jamie’s back arched just like an old fashioned bridge. ‘STOP stop stop stop!’
Henrik laughed at him. “Now vhy vould I stop?” Henrik asked, teasing him.
Jamie was kicking his feet and struggling to get out of his grip.
“Poor Jamie...If you hadn’t voken me up at 3am, zhis vouldn’t have happened!” Henrik teased further.
Jamie laughed and rocked left and right. ‘It tickles!’
“I had no clue!” Henrik teased.
Jamie threw himself onto Henrik and tickled the heck out of his hips.
“SCHEHEHEISSE! HAHAHAHAhahahahaha! NEHEHEHEHEIN!” Henrik begged.
Jamie smiled evilly and lifted Henrik’s arms up above his head. Then, Jamie tickle tickle tickled his armpits.
“EEEHehehehehehe! Nehehehein! Es tut mir Leid! ES TUHUHUT MIR LEIHIHIHID!”
Jamie giggled with a hand on his mouth as he listened to Henrik refer back to his original language. This was gonna be SO fun!
Robbie meets Dr. Schneeplestein: A doctor who has a stay-at-home medical room. Chase helps Dr. Schneeplestein figure out the mysteries behind Robbie.
Where did he come from? How did he die? How was he still alive? Will they ever know?How much of his body was he missing? How much was still intact? Will Robbie be able to grow up?
Chase was carrying Robbie on his shoulders. Robbie was holding onto his forehead, and checking out his yellow-sleeved arms. Chase had done the laundry the night before, and went to bed when the clothes were in the dryer. The next morning, Chase took out the child's one pair of underwear, and gave Robbie a new pair of light blue pants and a white shirt with yellow long sleeves. The child also had a black and white pair of socks on his feet. Robbie's hair had been combed, and pushed to the side a little bit. His hair was nicely parted with his bangs swerving to the left against his forehead, and the back of his hair was just patted down a little and left to be free. The child looked really cute, and all grown up at the same time!
"You ready to see the doctor?" Chase asked to the boy on his shoulders.
"Yes!" Robbie replied, still holding the stuffed golden retriever puppy in his arms. He had slept with it all night, and happily claimed it as his own for the time being! He even brought it to the table with him when he was eating! After that, Robbie proudly renamed the stuffed toy after his new favorite breakfast food: Bacon! Chase just loved it. He couldn't have thought of a better name!
"So, I will warn you: the doctor's name is extremely hard to pronounce. It took me a few times to get it myself." Chase warned.
"What is it?" Robbie asked, leaning his head to the side.
"Dr. Schneeplestein." Chase replied.
Robbie took a few moments to think about how he will pronounce it right. He decided to try it. "Dr. Shen-ep-sty?" Robbie attempted.
Chase giggled. "I'll give you an A+ for effort. It's a really hard name!" Chase reacted.
Robbie scratched his forehead as he attempted the name again. "Dr. Sheen-pleen?" Robbie attempted again. Chase just laughed as he listened. Robbie kept on trying. "Dr. Shin-a-teen? Dr. Sheep-lean? Dr...Sneep-steen?" Robbie asked over and over again. Chase just kept on laughing. Right now, Robbie was just giving him endless nickname opportunities! Though, he will admit: The last attempt sounded the closest to his name.
"You were close on that last one." Chase let him know.
"Really? What did I say?" Robbie asked.
"Dr. Sneep-steen." Chase replied.
"Okay...Dr. Sneep-talean? Dr. Cheap-la-seen?" Robbie kept trying.
"Getting a slight bit farther...but still close!" Chase encouraged.
"Dr...Dr. Nipple-shine?" Robbie asked.
Chase stopped mid-walk and just howled with laughter! "That was the BEST ONE YET!" Chase shouted amid his laughter. Even though the kid didn't really get it, Robbie started laughing along with him.
After a minute or so, Chase finally gained back control of his laughter. "Dohoctor Nipple shine...I'm so calling him that when we get inside." Chase told Robbie.
"What's so funny about Dr. Nipple-Shine?" Robbie asked. Chase just giggled. The poor child was so innocent! Has he never been faced with the horrors of dirty-minded primary schoolers before?
"Uuuuhuhuhuh...You'll understand it better when you're older." Chase explained.
Robbie tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy. What does that mean? When he's older?
Robbie immediately lost his train of thought when he walked into the room. The room looked like a traditional doctor's office with a bed, a couple chairs and medical equipment hanging everywhere. In the corner of the room was a desk, a chair, and a computer screen with an apple on the bottom!
Robbie gasped. "Can I play on the computer?" Robbie asked.
"Nope. That's Dr. Schneeplestein's computer. He uses that for work." Chase explained.
"Awww...I can't play on it while we wait?" Robbie asked.
"Nope." Chase replied.
Thankfully for Robbie, Dr. Nipple-shine didn't take long to arrive. Pretty soon, a man in a traditional white coat and glasses walked into the room.
"Hallo Chase! And...Who's zhis?" Henrik asked, walking up to the boy and kneeling down to his level.
"This is Robbie." Chase told him.
"Hi Dr. Nipple-shine!" Robbie greeted.
Henrik got back up and was about to continue, but immediately stumbled on his words when he heard the way the boy pronounced his name. Henrik raised his eyebrows and muffled a laugh. Chase, who was sitting right beside the boy, was snickering right beside him and failing to hide it.
"Uh- Chase!" Henrik yelled.
Chase removed his hand, slightly offended. "I- It was his idea!" Chase defended himself. "I was trying to tell him how to pronounce your name, and somehow he came up with Dr. Nipple-shine!" Chase further explained.
Henrik narrowed his eyes. Henrik believed it was too dirty-minded of a nickname to come up with as an 8 year old.
"Is that how you say your name? How do you say it?" Robbie asked.
Henrik sighed with a smile. "It's pronounced: 'Dr. Schneeplestein." Henrik explained.
Robbie just stared at Henrik blankly. Henrik lifted an eyebrow. What...Why isn't the boy talking? Is he confused? What's wrong?
"Can I just call you doctor?" Robbie asked, knowing full well he won't be able to pronounce it.
Henrik shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Sure. Yust call me doctor." Henrik replied.
"Or Henrik! His name is Henrik." Chase explained.
Henrik looked over to Chase. "Oh yeah...Or zhat too." Henrik added.
Robbie nodded his head in understanding.
"So: Vhy are you two here?" Henrik asked.
Chase went into explaining the situation. "So, I found Robbie living downstairs in our basement. He was covered in dust, and laying in the dusty basement." Chase explained. Henrik's eyes widened. He looked to Robbie.
"How did you get zhere?" Henrik asked.
"I found it!" Robbie replied proudly.
"Zhere's no door! I've been down zhere many times! No door." Henrik repeated.
"There's a window..." Robbie mentioned.
Henrik lifted an eyebrow, and looked to Chase. Chase nodded his head. "Okay, that's true. There's a window that's covered by a heavy blanket." Chase explained.
Henrik sighed and rubbed his nose. "So, zhis is a checkup?" Henrik clarified.
"Well yeah, but I noticed something else about the kid..." Chase added.
Henrik nodded and signaled for him to go on. Chase picked up Robbie's arm, and lifted up the sleeves to reveal the stitches around his arm. "His entire body has gray skin and his whole body is covered in these stitches. I had the displeasure of seeing what they were for, when one of the stitching lines came loose." Chase explained, slightly growing nauseous from the memory alone.
Henrik walked up with his gloves on and began to feel his arm. He felt around the wrist first, and immediately felt something off... "Robbie, vas it? Can you please bend your wrist?" Henrik asked. Robbie nodded and bent his hand up and down. Henrik noticed how his bending was a little limited, for a boy his age. He took a mental note and moved on. "Okay. And side to side?" Henrik asked, still holding the wrist. Robbie tried to move the hand side to side on his own, but found that he barely could! That's new!
"I-I can't." Robbie reacted.
Henrik raised his eyebrows. Wow! He was missing muscles! But how?! He's just a child! "Vow! Try vaving to me." Henrik ordered.
Robbie grew puzzled. "You mean waving?" Robbie asked.
"Yes." Henrik replied.
Okay..." Robbie said as he waved his entire lower arm below the elbow.
Henrik noticed something about his waving. "Funny...Vhen you vave your arm, your vrist goes limp and flops around vizh zhe arm. But you can't move zhe wrist on your own...You're missing zhe muscles to do zhat action." Henrik explained. Henrik repeated the drill with Robbie's other arm. "It seems like you can move zhe left vrist side to side better zhan zhe right vrist." Henrik explained.
"Why do you talk like that?" Robbie asked.
Henrik listed his head. "Hm? Like vhat?" Henrik asked back.
"You say your 'th' sounds differently. And your 'w' sounds!" Robbie explained.
"Yes...I have un accent." Henrik explained.
"Accent?" Robbie asked, not sure what that was.
Chase cut in. "Accents are types of ways to speak. Everyone has an accent. Some accents are stronger than others, and some accents are similar to each other. For example: I have an accent." Chase explained.
Robbie's eyes widened. "Really?!" Robbie reacted.
"Yeah! I have an Irish accent. I am Irish." Chase explained. "I say the 'th' sound differently too. Especially for saying the number 3. For example: Tree hundred and tirty tree!" Chase explained, saying his 'th' sounds in the traditional 'silent H' way.
Robbie giggled as he began asking questions. "Irish? As in, Ireland?" Robbie asked. Then, it struck him! Robbie gasped in realization. "You're a leprechaun!" Robbie declared.
Henrik just chuckled at the statement. "Vell...Somevhat...He don't have red hair, but he's got zhe accent!" Henrik explained.
Chase sighed. "I'm not a leprechaun..." Chase muttered.
"You lived in the land of leprechauns, gold, clovers, and lucky charms!" Robbie declared.
Chase sighed and rubbed his forehead, while Henrik just giggled while he felt up the arm.
"Can you please remove your shirt?" Henrik asked. Robbie nodded and lifted up his arms. Then, Chase grabbed his sleeves and pulled the shirt right off him.
Henrik's eyes widened at the sight. More stitchings?! They were everywhere! Some of them didn't even go around his entire body! Some of his stitches were made just to keep things in place. Henrik just stepped a few steps back and admired the strange, but astonishing view.
"Your...vounds haven't healed...at all." Henrik noticed. No amount of skin had grown around it. The stitches had been cinched up tight enough to prevent blood from coming out. Wait...was there even blood in his body? Henrik walked back up to Robbie and very delicately with his gloved hands, began to touch the grey skin. Henrik touched his forehead, touched his slightly sunken-in cheeks, and touched his really long brown hair.
"What's wrong Doctor?" Robbie asked.
Henrik's face slowly began to morph into a sad frown, the more he examined him. Henrik easily discovered some other things he's never seen before. Robbie's nose had a slightly blue hue at the tip. Henrik also looked at his hands, and noticed that his hands were also a slight blue hue. Henrik removed Robbie's socks and looked at his feet. Apart from his feet being super cold like an icicle, Robbie's toes were also slightly blue.
Henrik decided to poke and pinch his toes to try and get any slight hint of life.
Robbie let in a quick breath and covered his mouth.
Henrik looked up. "Vhat's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Henrik asked.
Robbie shook his head and slowly removed his hand from his mouth.
Henrik continued pinching his toes, and even tried wiggling them to try and get some life back in the freezing little things. But concentrating was a little hard when Robbie was making slight titter noises...
Henrik looked up at Robbie and looked at Chase for clarification. Chase had a playful little smirk on his face! Henrik tried wiggling the pinky toe a bit to watch the reaction. Then, Henrik wiggled his index finger under the boy's baby toe.
"...Mmm-! Pfffhehehehe! Cahaharfuhul." Robbie muttered somewhat quietly, as to not distract the man.
"Fastinating..." Henrik said with a smile. "Your nerves seem to vork really vell despite your...state..." Henrik commented.
Robbie nodded his head. Chase cracked a wide smile and a giggle. "I could've told you that." Chase commented. Robbie started giggling too. "Yesterday the boy proudly told me where his tickle spots were. Although...he did fail to mention his feet were ticklish as well." Chase explained.
Henrik smirked and looked up at Robbie with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Vell...I do need to test your nerves some vay..." Henrik mentioned, before scribbling his gloved fingers onto Robbie's feet.
"Uh oh! EEEhehehehehehehe! Dohohohoctohohohor!" Robbie giggled in his small, high-pitched kids voice.
"Yes? Vhat is it?" Henrik asked as he brought his fingers closer to his toes.
"Yohohuhuhuhu're tihihihicklihihihing mehehehe!" Robbie said through his giggles.
"Yes, indeed I am! It's un tickle test. I vant to test how ticklish you are!" Henrik explained playfully. Robbie let his upper body lightly fall, and just continued to giggle as he laid down on the doctor bed. "And I vant to test how vell your nerves vork. I'm a curious doctor, you know." Henrik added, being very playful with him. "Oh! And lets not forget: An endurance test! Ve can see how vell your lungs vork! And so far: Zhey vork really vell!" Henrik concluded.
Chase giggled. "I could've told you that as well! This child, is like the Road Runner with ADHD." Chase explained. Henrik let out a short laugh.
"Really?" Henrik reacted.
"Uh huh. This morning, Robbie was practically running circles around me! I couldn't catch up!" Chase explained.
"Interesting..." Henrik commented. Henrik let go of Robbie's feet and moved up. "Vhere else are you ticklish?" Henrik asked.
Robbie beamed up. "My tummy, my belly button, my sides, and my armpits." Robbie replied.
"Vell! Ve've got multiple spots to choose from!" Henrik commented, before going for his belly first.
Robbie squealed and bursted into giggles. "EEEEEP! Hehehehehehahahahahaha!" Robbie giggled.
"vell hello zhere, ticklish leetle belly button!" Henrik greeted, poking Robbie's belly button with his finger.
"Nohohoho behehehelly buhuhuhuttohohon!" Robbie said through his giggles.
"But YES belly button! Zhe belly button is zhe PERFECT button for zhe tickling!" Henrik reacted.
"Oh, belly button is not very tickly. You're not even laughing loud yet!" Henrik argued back. Henrik brought his fingers up to Robbie's ribs. Robbie let out little giggles, but not very much. Henrik nodded in understanding and tried the armpits.
Henrik gasped. "Zhere ve go! Zhere's zhe loud laughter! Such a ticklish boy you are!" Henrik teased.
"Talking like Yoda, you are." Chase teased towards the doctor.
Henrik rolled his eyes with a smile. "Har-dee-har-har..." Henrik muttered.
Chase changed his voice into a yoda grunt-like voice. "Be happy, you must. Very ticklish, you must be!" Chase teased.
"Do you vant to go next?" Henrik asked, growing quickly annoyed by Chase's teasing.
"Very angry, you are. An angry German, you are becoming." Chase teased further.
Henrik looked up at Chase. "Halt die Klappe!" Henrik yelled at Chase.
Robbie's laughter increased as Henrik dove deeper into his armpit. "HAHAhahaHAHAHAHA!" Robbie laughed.
Chase's eyes widened as a giddy smile spread across his face. "Damn! Someone's turning into Beethoven!" Chase teased, mentioning the German, angry musician as a tease.
"For your information, Beethoven vas a romantic man vizh an obvious ear for zhe musical arts! I take zhat as a compliment." Henrik said with a smile.
"IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEHEAHAHATHE!" Robbie yelled in the middle of their arguing.
Henrik gasped in surprise and removed his fingers. "Apologies, Robbie. I vent a little overboard." Henrik muttered. Robbie took in breathes of air and curled in as he continued to let out leftover giggles.
"Well, I guess I know which ticklish spots to go to when you being a little more evil than usual." Chase commented, looking at Robbie confidently. Robbie giggled and smiled widely as he kicked his feet in the air.
"No need for zhe tiny feet to be kicking!" Henrik warned with a smile.
Robbie attempted, and successfully gained better control of his feet. When Robbie gained better composure of himself, Henrik continued the examination.
"I want to check your heart. Vould I be allowed to?" Henrik asked as he lifted the stethoscope off his neck.
Robbie nodded. Henrik fitted the stethoscope pieces into his ears and grabbed onto the metal handle. He placed the flat metal piece on the other side, onto Robbie's chest to feel his heart beat.
Henrik quickly frowned when he realized something very unusual: He couldn't feel a heart beat! He couldn't even hear any signs of a heart in his chest! Henrik checked around the chest, doing all he can to listen for some kind of heart pulses. But...nothing. There was no heart beat. Henrik slowly removed he stethoscope end from the child's chest.
"O...kay. I'm gonna listen to zhe lungs." Henrik explained, before placing the metal piece onto Robbie's back. "Breath in..." Henrik ordered. Robbie did as he was told and breathed in as much as he could. "...and breath out." Henrik ordered. Robbie let out all his air. "Breath in..." Henrik ordered. Robbie did as he was told. "...And breath out." Henrik ordered again. Robbie listened and followed the orders.
Henrik was able to hear Robbie's breathing. But...it felt off...It didn't feel like a normal pair of lungs. It felt like...a rusty pair of lungs you'd hear from an elder...It was strange and almost scary.
"...Chase take a listen to zhis." Henrik suggested. Henrik removed the stethoscope from his ears and cleaned off the ear pieces before handing it to Chase. Chase put the stethoscope into his ears, and placed the metal piece onto Robbie's back. "Breath in..." Henrik ordered. Robbie breathed in as much as he could. "...And, breath out." Henrik ordered. Robbie breathed out. Chase listened closely and quickly found out what was the matter. His lungs were worn out! They sounded like they were overworked to the point of exhaustion! But how?! He's only around 8 years old! How could he have dying lungs?!
-Wait...zombie thing...his lungs could be already dead.
"Did you hear?" Henrik asked.
"Uh huh...It doesn't sound good." Chase said.
Robbie looked up at them. "What's wrong?" Robbie asked.
"Your lungs sound similar to an elder's lungs. You, Robbie, have old man lungs." Henrik explained.
"Old man lungs?" Robbie clarified, tilting his head.
Henrik grabbed a medical book and proceeded to explain what happens to your respiratory system as it ages. He explained how the ribcage bones get thinner, how the diaphragm gets thinner, how your lung tissue slowly stops working, and how the lungs air sacs begin to lose their shape. This can cause Robbie's breathing to get worse overtime.
"But vhat I don't understand, is vhy your organs are aging and zhe rest of you is not. Vhy?!" Henrik told him.
Chase looked at Henrik and looked at Robbie. He narrowed his eyes as he began to think...
"I wonder..." Chase said, before walking up to Robbie. "Lift your arms up please." Chase ordered Robbie. Robbie did as he was told, and lifted them up. Then, Chase felt around.
"I know, I know...Just hang tight." Chase told him.
Chase, through the jumpy lungs, managed to carefully feel between the ribs and check that his rib muscles and ligaments were in the right place.
"Ihihihit's hahahahard! Ihihihit's gehehehetihihing hahahahard!" Robbie said, slowly dropping his arms as he struggled to keep them up.
"You're doing great buddy! Just keep those arms up and out of the way." Chase encouraged.
Finally, with a little patience and quite a bit more tickling, Chase discovered something else. Chase backed up and looked at Henrik.
"Feel the muscles around his ribs." Chase ordered. Henrik walked up and felt around.
Robbie gasped. "EEEEEEHEHEHAHahahahahaha! Eeeeehehehehe! Ihihi cahan dohoho ihihihit! Ihihi cahahan dohohoho ihihihit!" Robbie said through his giggles and laughter.
"Great job Robbie! You're doing awesome!" Chase cheered. "Now: Do the muscles seem a bit spotty to you?" Chase asked.
"Spotty? As in...missing from zhe rib cage?" Henrik clarified. Chase nodded and brought the medical book closer.
Chase began to guide Henrik's hands around, to feel for the muscle holes hidden in the rib cage.
"HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT BOHOHOHOTH OHOHOF YOHOHOHOU!" Robbie shouted, kicking his feet and dropping his arms as a slight bit of his sanity began to leave him.
"Robbie! Keep your arms up. Here: Would you like me to help?" Chase asked.
Chase nodded and lightly began to pull Robbie's arms up. Henrik resumed with his examination, allowing room for the child to squirm and giggle as he felt around.
Chase smiled. Henrik was doing really well with Robbie. Robbie warmed up to him quite quickly as well! Chase was so thankful for that.
"You're doing vell! Almost done." Henrik told Robbie.
"Ohohohokahahahay..." Robbie replied.
As they looked, Henrik learned that most of his organs seem to be in really good condition for a kid in his state.
"Are you able to eat food normally?" Henrik asked.
"Yeah. I had bacon and eggs this morning!" Robbie replied.
"Yeah, he did." Chase confirmed.
"Sounds good. Vhat vas your favorite part? Zhe bacon?" Henrik asked.
Robbie giggled and nodded. "Yess! I even named my doggy Bacon! He loves bacon! It's his favorite food! It's my favorite food too." Robbie told him.
Henrik happily listened to Robbie ramble on and on about his dog, Bacon for a bit. It was really cute, honestly. Despite being somewhat dead-looking, Robbie's imagination never failed to amaze him.
After a couple more seconds, Henrik finished off his physical examination. Henrik laid Robbie down onto the table, and pulled out his Ultrasound computer and the gel. Using the gel on the ultrasound transducer, Henrik looked at Robbie's organs to try and get a better look at his organs. He wanted to make sure Robbie's organs were still together, and not dead or anything.
While he looked around in his belly, Henrik noticed something: "Vhat-...You've had un appendectomy." Henrik observed, seeing that his appendix had been surgically removed and sewn up.
"What does that mean?" Robbie asked.
"Zhat means a bunch of doctors put you to sleep, cut you open and cut zhe appendix right out of you. Zhe appendix is a worm-looking zhing at zhe side of your intestines." Henrik explained. "Do you remember getting put to sleep by a mask?" Henrik asked.
Robbie thought for a moment and gasped when he remembered something! "Oh yeah! I remember that! I got really sick one day and I went to the doctor's. A few doctors came in and made me go to sleep. Later, I woke up with Mommy and Daddy sitting at my bed. I have a scar from it right here." Robbie told Henrik, before pointing at the slightly lifted piece of scar on his belly.
"I see zhat..." Henrik reacted.
"Mommy used to draw on my scar with her finger and make little jokes about it before I went to bed. It was very tickly." Robbie told Henrik.
"Your mozher sounds like un nice person." Henrik told him with a smile.
"Yeah, she was. We even used to have poke wars when I was bored!" Robbie explained, before giving Henrik a bunch of pokes to his sides, chest and arms.
"AaaAHH! CAhaharfuHUHUL! Zhahat TIHIHIhickles! AAAH! NEIN! Nein. not nohoHOHOW! Hahaha!" Henrik said, quickly falling into giggles as a few really bad spots were poked aimlessly.
Robbie gasped. "Chase! Dr. Nipple Shine is ticklish!" Robbie declared happily, before wiggling his fingers wherever he could reach. Chase giggled at the silly scene that had just abrupted right in front of him. Chase knew Robbie would begin to get some ideas. He just didn't expect to do it in the middle of a test!
"RohobbihIHIHIE! CUHUHUT IHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! NOHOHO TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIhihing!" Henrik begged, curling up and walking backwards to get away from the tiny fingers.
Chase decided to take charge as well. "Okay Robbie, let's tone it down." Chase told him as he reached and squeezed his shoulder. "You'll have lots of time for that afterwards." Chase told him, much to Henrik's dismay.
Robbie nodded and kept his arms down beside him. As Henrik brought himself over to the boy however, it didn't take long for Robbie to start giving Henrik little tickles again. Henrik let out another yelp and backed up, letting a few giggles leave his lungs. It would appear that Robbie just couldn't keep his itchy tickle fingers away from him. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, no one could determine.
Henrik giggled nervously. "I can't tell if I can trust you now! I can't trust that you'll stop yourself from tickling me!" Henrik commented through a few nervous giggles.
Chase lifted an eyebrow and giggled as well. "Is it really that bad?" Chase asked.
"Yes! Vell-...no, but..." Henrik replied.
"I won't tickle you. I promise." Robbie told him, before lying on his back with his hands behind his lower back. Henrik, slowly and nervously, walked himself up to Robbie. When he felt safe enough in the boy's space, Henrik resumed with the ultrasound. Interestingly enough, Henrik had found that a few of Robbie's organs had started decomposing. Certain muscles in his body, like his chest and ab muscles, had started slowly decaying.
"Hey Robbie? Have you ever noticed your ab muscles getting weaker?" Henrik asked.
Robbie thought for a moment. "...Not really, no." Robbie replied.
"I'm gonna lay you down, and I vant you to sit up for me." Henrik explained as he laid Robbie down. Henrik kept his transducer on his abs, as Robbie attempted to sit him up. But, like Henrik predicted, it was very difficult for him.
"I understand. Zhanks for trying zhough." Henrik encouraged him. "Zhe reason vhy you can't sit up on your own anymore, is because some of your chest muscles are decaying. Your abs-" Henrik gave Robbie's ab muscles a poke. Robbie giggled and clutched his abdomen. "-are slowly dying and turning to ash. Therefore: you're losing zhe muscles and ligaments to move properly." Henrik explained.
Chase covered his mouth as his theory was confirmed right then and there. "Oh my god...So, Robbie is turning into a zombie?" Chase clarified.
Henrik froze upon the last word that left Chase's mouth. Henrik thought about it and realized: yes! That's the answer! It explained everything! Henrik slowly removed the transducer from Robbie's abdomen and looked up at Chase.
".......Yeah...I guess so..." Henrik replied, slowly looking back at Robbie.
Chase began to feel a emotional urge in his throat. An urge to cry. If this is true, and Robbie really IS a zombie...that means Robbie has already died, and is already decomposing.
Henrik thought the exact same thing. But, he didn't have time to further think about it. The last place he wanted to check, was Robbie's heart. Was his heart even beating? Henrik moved his transducer onto the heart and looked at it. It...was beating, but just barely. It was making little jolting reactions. It looked...almost dead...But amazingly, Robbie was still living!
"What's a zombie?" Robbie asked.
There was that dreaded question. Henrik slowly lifted the transducer and looked up at Robbie with a guilty expression on his face. What was he gonna tell the child?! 'Guess what kid! You died, and you're currently decomposing into ash! Anything you bite, will become zombified! Hallelujah, a movie monster has come true!'. There is NO WAY Robbie's gonna take that well!
"I...I don't know how to explain it." Henrik started.
Chase, wanting to get it done and over with, put on a brave face. "Robbie...You are a super rare kind of human. You are a human that can beat death multiple times and still keep on living. So long as no one goes for your brain, you can survive anything." Chase explained, somewhat romanticizing the idea of being a zombie.
Henrik looked at Chase in awe, and...a feeling similar to pride! Chase was doing it! He was really explaining to Robbie that he was a zombie!
Henrik decided to add to it. "Well...yeah! That's basically true. But at the same time...you're also sacrificing certain body parts to keep on living." Henrik explained.
Robbie tilted his head, growing more and more curious.
Chase walked up to Robbie and grabbed his hand. "You were able to pull your entire hand off with no issues. No average human, can do that without losing a lot of blood and dying. But at the same time..." Chase explained as he lifted up Robbie's sleeve to reveal his stitching job. "...Your hand can't stay onto your arm anymore without the stitching. You need the stitching on your wrist, to stop your hand from falling off and getting lost somewhere. The need to stitch your hand back on, is a small sacrifice to pay for you to be alive right now." Chase told him.
"I know zhis is so confusing right now. I get it. But, as you get older in the mind, you vill understand vhat you can and can't do." Henrik told him.
Robbie nodded his head in somewhat understanding.
"Here:" Chase said, picking up Robbie and carrying him in his arms. "Your body may not be able to age, but that is okay. You know why?" Chase explained. Robbie shook his head. "Because being a kid is a lot more fun than being an adult. Trust me. Being a child, is a carefree lifestyle!" Chase explained.
Robbie smiled as he looked over to Henrik. "Okay." Robbie said.
"Plus, being a kid forever means you're gonna be getting lots of tickle fights for a long time!" Chase explained, giving Robbie tickles and squeezes on his sides and ribs. Robbie curled in and hung his head as he bursted into childish giggles and laughter. "And I know someone, who absolutely adores it!" Chase added, giving Robbie's chin a little tickle.
Robbie giggled more as he lightly pushed away Chase's hand with his own tiny hands. "Is it you?" Robbie asked before wiggling his fingers all over Chase's neck.
"EEeehehehehe! Ihihi mehehehean, yohohou're nahahat wrohohong..." Chase said through giggles as he tried to stop himself from squishing his fingers.
"Is it Dr. Nipple Shine?" Robbie asked before reaching his right hand over to Henrik's neck and giving it a few tickles.
"Aaah! Rahahabbihihihie! Myhyhy nahahame ihihihis nahahahat Dohoctohohor Nihihipple shihihine!" Henrik argued, scrunching up his neck as he walked away.
"It is now! And Dr. Nipple Shine is in need of some revenge tickles!" Chase declared, lifting up Robbie by his armpits and placing him onto Henrik's shoulders and middle, piggyback style. Amazingly, Robbie wrapped his arms and legs around Henrik like a small sloth, and began tickling him on his belly and his belly button!
"HEHEhehehehey! Dohohon't yohohou dahahahare! Ihihihi'm gohohohonna fahahahahall!" Henrik yelled, attempting to keep himself upright.
Chase walked up to Henrik. "You're not gonna fall." Chase reassured him, wrapping his arms around Henrik's upper ribs and clawing at his upper ribs. "I'm gonna hold you up and tickle you as well!" Chase replied.
Henrik squealed and quickly started squirming and giggling. "CHAHAHAHAHASE! RAHAHAHAHABBIHIHIHIHIE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Henrik reacted, resting his head on Chase's shoulder as he laughed.
Robbie held onto Henrik's middle with his right hand, while he tickled Henrik's neck with his dominant right hand.
"Eeeeehehehehehe! Nohohoho neheheheck!" Henrik commanded as best he could though his giggles.
"I like tickling your neck! Your giggling is my favorite thing to hear!" Robbie told him.
Chase giggled himself as he continued to dig into Henrik's upper ribs. The kid wasn't wrong. Chase has always enjoyed Henrik's giggles. But, he rarely ever got to tickle him without risking the doctor getting injured! And even if that wasn't an issue, Chase would never be able to get away with no revenge tickles. And boy, was Henrik an aggressive ler!
This time though, Henrik did the tickling first! So, Robbie was allowed to tickle him with no repercussions! As for Chase however...he didn't quite know. But, that didn't matter. This was worth it.
What mattered now, was Chase AND Robbie's love for Henrik's giggles and laughter!
"Vhat? You vere asking for it zhe moment you started helping zhe child!" Henrik teased.
Darn it! Henrik's trying to get revenge on him now!
"Uh oh! No! No tickle backs! Bad Doctor!" Robbie told him, being somewhat bossy to him. Robbie placed his fingers into Henrik's armpits and tickled Henrik into bringing his arms away from Chase.
"AAAAH! NEHEHEHEHEIHIHIN! NEHEHEIN NEIN NEHEHEHEHEIN! ROHOHOHOBIHIHIHIE HAHAHAHALT!" Henrik pleaded, clamping his arms shut as he squirmed back and forth helplessly.
"Yeah! Noho revenge tickles, you cheater!" Chase teased as he went for Henrik's hips. Henrik threw his head back and began switching between cackling and laughing! He couldn't stop worth his life! The two boys were being very evil and unfair to him! So, Henrik finally considered mercy options.
Chase stopped his hands for a moment. "What was that?" Chase asked.
Even though Robbie was still tickling his armpits, Henrik was still able to get his words out. "Hahahabe Gnahade mihihihit mihihir...Have mehehercy ohohon mehehe..." Henrik explained.
"Ooooooooh..." Chase replied. "I get it now." Chase reacted.
"What did he say?" Robbie asked, not fully getting it.
"He said 'give me mercy. Please stop tickling me." Chase explained.
"Okay." Robbie replied and jumped off Henrik's back. Chase grabbed under Henrik's armpits, and kept him from falling.
"...*huff* D-Danke...*huff*" Henrik said.
"No problem." Chase replied.
"So...how do- *huff* you feel about *huff* *huff* being...*huff*...a zombie?" Henrik asked.
Robbie thought about it for a few minutes. When he decided his answer, he looked up at the two adults with a smile. "I like it." Robbie told them. "I like being a zombie. I can be a kid forever! I can start a new life! And the best part?" Robbie explained. Chase leaned in curiously. Henrik smiled and crossed his arms.
Robbie lifted himself up onto his tiptoes and gave Chase a kiss on the cheek. "I got to meet you and Dr. Nipple Shine." Robbie told him.
Chase covered his mouth with his hands and began to tear up. "Awwww! Come here, you!" Chase reacted happily, picking the boy up and giving him a great big hug. "You come here too!" Chase said to Henrik as he pulled him into the hug. "And of course, Bacon, get over here too." Chase added, hugging everyone (including the stuffed dog) in one great big group hug. Robbie laid himself comfortably onto Chase's chest. Henrik hugged Chase right back, trapping Robbie into a sandwich.
"Zombie sandvich!" Henrik declared.
Chase bursted out laughing and hugged Henrik a little closer. "Zombie sandwich!" Chase repeated, loving the idea.
Robbie also gasped and hugged his dog stuffy. "Zombie bacon sandwich!" Robbie added, holding Bacon in his arms.
Chase and Henrik just laughed at Bacon's inclusion into the sandwich. "True! You can't have a sandvich vizhout zhe bacon!" Henrik added. Chase giggled as he held the child. Chase had felt quite nervous about how Robbie would react to being a zombie. But, Chase soon figured that the way he explained it seemed to help Robbie handle it better. So, Chase mentally congratulated himself as he held his new family member close to him.
Marvin has a favorite spell he's been testing for a while. When Marvin wakes up in a playful mood, he decides to try it out on his friends for the first time!
This fanfiction was loosely based on @franklyshipping‘s series: ‘Marvin the Mischievous’. I added my own twist to it and everything. The only similar thing is the fact that Marvin is the main character, being all mischievous and stuff.
Marvin is a magician. We all know this. But did you know, he also has a spell book? Marvin's spell book was filled with many spells. Levitation spells, transformation spells, love spells, and millions more! But, there's one specific spell that Marvin keeps bookmarked with the words 'BEST SPELL' on the top of the bookmark.
That spell, is an Invisibility spell.
The invisibility spell is pretty self explanatory: Make yourself invisible. When mixed together, the powder can be initiated by sprinkling it onto yourself. It can be used for hiding things and sneaking around, but it's mostly a fun spell that you can use to mess with your friends. You can make them think the house is haunted, have them believe they have powers, or maybe just make them think they're having bad luck today. All of those possibilities can be achieved through the invisibility spell.
Marvin has been trying this spell out for a while now, in the comfort of his room. No one has seen him turn invisible yet. He's memorized the powder mix, and tested it out just on his own. This way, he's practiced his ability to sneak around quietly and used the powder whenever he pleases. That way, he can use it on his friends without posing any threats or harm. That's the last thing Marvin would want to do to his friends.
This morning though, Marvin woke up in a really playful mood. He almost immediately felt it since the moment he woke up. He wanted to play with someone. Mess with someone. Tickle someone...
Hmm...Tickling isn't a bad idea. Tickling while invisible seems like a genius plan! Marvin, you're a genius! For once in your life, you're a genius!
Marvin pulled out his spell book, and opened it to the bookmarked page: Page 138-139.
'Invisibility Powder
Mix together the following:
-1 Fern Leaf
-1 tbsp of Dried poppy seeds
Add:
-1 tsp Slippery elm powder
-1 tsp Myrrh
-1 tsp Marjoram
-3 small fresh Dillweed branches
Add 9 drops of almond cooking extract with enough spring water to make everything barely moist, and mix in well. Place in a ceramic bowl, spreading as thinly as possible, and dry the mixture over low heat, stirring it occasionally, until it seems lightly browned. Pour back into mortar, and grind again. When finely powdered, store in a clear glass container. It will keep its power for years. Sprinkle, just a little bit, on yourself, objects, or in a place to be made invisible.' Marvin read.
Marvin followed the instructions, placing everything in like he practiced. Then, Marvin placed it into a small bottle. Before putting it away, he sprinkled some onto himself. Then, he put a cork stopper onto the bottle top, and put the bottle in his pocket. Very soon, he could feel the powder taking effect. The moment he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, he was ready.
Marvin walked out of his room, making sure no one was walking by. He walked out of his room quietly, and began to walk. He walked around the entire house, keeping in mind where everyone was. Thankfully for Marvin, no two people were in 1 room at the same time. This made it easier for Marvin to consider who would be watching his attacks. After memorizing where everyone was, he went to the first victim's location: the kitchen. It was Jackie.
Jackie appeared to be eating a protein bar while leaning on the island. Marvin decided to wait a couple seconds for Jackie to finish his protein bar. Once Jackie finished his protein bar, he threw away the wrapper, and jogged up to his workout room. Quickly slipping through the door as to not raise suspicion, Marvin got into the workout room. He's seen the workout room before, and has watched Jackie workout. He usually started with weights.
Marvin watched as Jackie loaded up the bar with weights, before laying onto the bench set. Grabbing the barbell, he lifted it off the barbell rest, and started lifting, lowering and counting. Marvin walked around the mats that were on the floor, and snuck up behind the barbell rest. After placing the barbell back onto the rest, Marvin decided to attack. He scratched a single finger, into the back of Jackie's neck.
Jackie let out a surprisingly high pitched squeal! Marvin had to retreat his hand to stop himself from laughing. "What the-" Jackie muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. After brushing off the tickly feeling, Jackie decided to pick up the barbell, and do a few more lifts. In the middle of his lifts, Jackie felt a tickly feeling right on his abs.
"AAah! Whohoho's thehehere?!" Jackie asked through his giggles, as he placed the barbell back onto the rest before he lost energy. Marvin retreated his hand, and tried to think of another spot to tickle. Looking down, he noticed that the back of his knees were exposed, thanks to the space between the bench cushions. Marvin smirked as he quietly snuck up to the spot, and laid on his back underneath the bench. Marvin let Jackie do another round of curls, before poking and prodding the bottom of his knees with both his index fingers.
"Hehehehey! Shohohow yohohoursehelf!" Jackie ordered. Marvin removed his fingers. "I demand you to show yourself immedi-" Jackie yelled, before being interrupted by the returning ticklish feeling under his knees. "AAhahahAHAHA! Whohoho ahahare yohohohou?!" Jackie asked through his giggles and spouts of laughter. Jackie tried to sound intimidating, but the ticklish laughter was a lot more controlling than Jackie could've predicted. And unfortunately for him, laughing while making demands didn't intimidate even the most cowardly of villains. Marvin smiled, and decided to try something out. He crawled up to Jackie's shoes, grabbed onto his ankle, and brought his other hand up to his pocket. Marvin grabbed his bottle of powder, and sprinkled some powder onto the shoe. Very soon, the powder took effect and made the foot on the inside appear. He lifted his hand, poking and prodding the now-visibly socked foot.
"Whahahat the hehehehell?! Hohohow are yohohohou dohohohoing thihihis?!" Jackie asked through his light laughter. Jackie was so confused. What was even going on right now?! For Jackie, his foot still felt like the shoe hadn't left his foot at all. So, Jackie thought the criminal was tickling his feet through his shoes. How was this person tickling him through his shoes?! So much for trying to cover his feet up.
Marvin soon found where his toes were, and dug his pinky toe under his toes.
"AAAAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" Jackie begged. Wow...Jackie was already begging?! His toes must tickle a lot, to be begging THIS soon. Marvin smiled and moved his fingers to the inner arch of his foot.
"IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEATH!" Jackie yelled. Marvin smirked before removing both hands. He grabbed the powder once again, sprinkled some on, and watched as the shoe became visible once again. Standing up, Marvin eyed up his slightly tired victim. After a couple more seconds of breathing, Jackie got up, walked into an open space in his workout room, and got himself into a defensive stance.
"I demand you show yourself to me immediately!" Jackie demanded. Marvin rolled his eyes, and shook his head with an eyebrow slightly raised. "If you refuse to follow my orders, then I'll have no choice but to arrest you." Jackie warned in as serious of a tone as he could muster.
Marvin just about snorted at that remark. He sounded so confident, talking to a 'criminal' he couldn't even lay eyes on! How much damage does he think he's gonna cause? How do you attack something that doesn't even have a visual to aim at?
Marvin decided to mess around with him. He ran around, dodging every attack Jackie attempted. Every time Jackie attempted an attack, he would wind up hitting nothing and stumble. That was when Marvin would attack.
Jackie threw a punch and lost his balance for a moment. Marvin ganged up from the side and wiggled his fingers on his exposed side. "EEEEK! Knohohock ihihit ohohohoff!" Jackie said.
Next, Jackie attempted a few punches in one direction. Marvin pretended to silently yawn, before walking up behind him and shoving his hands into Jackie's armpits.
"NAHAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Jackie bursted out. His arms came crashing down, as he let out fits of laughter. Pretty soon, Jackie lifted his arms and ran away from the tickly fingers.
To try and land something, Jackie tried a roundhouse kick. This ended up backfiring however, as when his foot came up, Marvin just caught the leg in midair, and wiggled his fingers under his knees again.
"STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOOHOHOHO!" Jackie begged. It was starting to occur to Jackie, just how impossible this fight was gonna be. What was he supposed to do?!
Marvin let go of his leg and walked around him. Jackie decided to wait for the criminal to attack first. So, he waited. Marvin could sense what Jackie was planning. So, he circled the man, poking every ticklish spot he could find. He went for the sides, abs, stomach, neck, back, underarms, knees, and even a couple to the neck. Jackie reacted with either a squeal, a giggle or a yelp each time.
Finally, to end it all off: Marvin went behind him, and drilled his fingers into his hips. Jackie's reaction was priceless! He let out a super loud squeal and absolutely howled with laughter. It didn't take long for Jackie's knees to buckle and hit the ground. His hips were a death spot for him, and no one actually knew this except for Schneeplestein. Or so he thought...
"SHNEHEHEHEHEEP! IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT YOHOHOHOU?!" Jackie asked through his hysterical laughter. Marvin frowned at this, and dug his fingers harder into his hips.
"OHOHOHOHOHO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jackie screamed! He couldn't even properly speak anymore, he was laughing so much! Finally, Marvin finished up. He removed his fingers and walked away. Jackie's whole body collapsed onto a mat, utterly exhausted from the ticklish treatment he was just put through. Was it Dr. Schneeplestein?! If so, how was he invisible? Hopefully, he would get some answers soon...
Marvin's next target, was Chase Brody. Chase was playing video games in the gaming room. Yes, the Egos had a gaming room. The house came with an extra bedroom, which they converted into a gaming room. And in that gaming room, Chase was sitting in front of the big computer screen, playing Burnout Paradise on his Xbox. Marvin slightly opened the door, and checked to make sure he wasn't spotted. Once he was all clear, he opened it a bit more, and squeezed his body through the small opened wedge of the door before closing it.
"LOOK OUT EVERYONE! YA BOY AVERAGE, COMING THROUGH!" Chase shouted, just about giving Marvin a mini heart attack. Marvin jumped about 3 feet in the air, and almost yelled in surprise. That was close...
After calming himself down, Marvin tried to think of how to get his attention. Perhaps turning off the TV might be a good start? Marvin looked around, and found the remote halfway across the room for some reason. So, he grabbed it and turned the TV off.
"What the- COME OOOONN! I WAS SOOOOO CLOOOOSE!" Chase whined. while Chase was complaining, Marvin quickly removed the batteries, put them in his pocket, placed the remote back down and stepped aside. "Where's the remote again?" Chase asked himself. Chase looked around, and soon found the remote on the couch. He picked it up and clicked the power button.
It didn't turn on. Chase clicked it again. Nothing...Confused, he watched the remote as he clicked the power button...none of the buttons were lighting up...strange...
'did the batteries die?' Chase thought. He turned it around, and started to remove the lid from the battery compartment. Suddenly, Chase felt a poke against his stomach. Chase jumped backwards as his voice went wobbly for a moment. Okay...that was weird. He lifted up the battery lid, and noticed something: There were no batteries.
Chase placed the remote down, pulled out his phone and started texting a group text of the roommates in his house. Once the text went out, he placed the phone down. As he was bending down to pick up the remote, he felt a sudden push. Chase winded up losing his balance, and sitting on the ground.
"Alright, who's messing with me- Hehehehahaha! Hehehehey! Whohoho's tihihihihickling mehehehe?!" Chase said, bursting into a fit of giggles. Marvin smiled as he tickled his stomach. It's a good thing he's invisible right now.
"Hellohohohoho?! Who's-" Chase asked, before being interrupted by his own squeal. Marvin had started squeezing and lightly clawing at the sides of his tummy. "WAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!" Chase yelled, bursting into more laughter. It seems Chase was ticklish on his tummy. But what about his belly button?
Marvin dipped his finger into his belly button, and swirled it around. "EEEEEEK! NAHAHAT MY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTON! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Chase begged, turning his body onto his stomach. Marvin frowned. His barrel roll had caused Marvin to lose a couple tickle spots. But, not all hope was lost. While he was there, Marvin decided to try his back muscles around the spine. He used his index finger and his thumb to push against the muscles beside his spine. He would give his muscles a little wiggle, before lifting and pushing his fingers against the spine an inch lower each time. At first, there was less reaction and more questions.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? Heck, what are you even trying to do? Give me a back massage?"
But the lower down the spine that Marvin got, the more laughter started to show up.
"Wahait! Nahat any lohohower! Plehehease doOHOHOHO- OHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAVE- HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCYYY!" Chase shouted. His eyes had widened to the size of saucers, before shutting tightly as his fists pounded the floor almost aggressively.
Marvin decided to let him go...for now...He removed his hands and decided to instead, very lightly scratch the back of his neck. This seemed to allow Chase a chance to breath, but still caused some giggles to leave his mouth. "Hahahahahaha! Hahaha...heheheheh..." Chase giggles. The man seemed to be calming down, and surprisingly...Chase was starting to relax.
Chase still had no idea what was going on. He didn't understand how he was being tickled without anybody actually there. But because it involved tickling, he didn't really mind it. Though the laughter was forced, it still made him feel happy. Marvin removed his fingers completely and stood up. He was glad that he could make someone genuinely happy through doing this, but he still had a mission to attend to. So, he grabbed the batteries from his pocket and placed them on a corner table near the door. With the batteries in sight, Marvin left the room.
Marvin walked around, heading for the next target: Henrik's office. Now, Henrik was an interesting one. He had an in-home doctor's office in a small room, that had a door connecting his office to his bedroom. He liked working on medical based things, so Marvin would have to be careful he doesn't damage or ruin something of Henrik's in the process. Marvin already knew where Henrik's worst spots were, but wanted to start off easy. So, he snuck up behind him, waited for him to place something down, and fluttered his fingers on the back of his neck.
"WaAAAh!" Henrik yelped, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, embarrassed by the sound he just made. Despite what just happened, Henrik gave the back of his neck a little scratch, and went on with his day. However, he only managed to do this for 5 seconds because suddenly, Marvin drilled his fingers into the sides of Henrik's stomach. This caused a squeal and a giggle to leave his mouth, before he turned around and put his hands up in front of him in self defense. Though it was an attempt, this proved to be pointless, as Marvin snuck up behind him once again and drummed his fingers on Henrik's ribs.
"AAaahahahahehehe!" Henrik laughed and squirmed, falling to his knees as he protected his ribs with his arms. He didn't really understand what was going on, but he wondered if the thing could be grabbed. So, he attempted it. When Marvin would tickle Henrik, Henrik would let himself laugh and try to reach for the spot. It took quite a few tries, but Henrik manged to get something in the middle of his laughing. "AHahahahaha! Gahahatcha!" Henrik cheered through his giggles.
Marvin's eyes widened. How did he know?! Did he know who it was?! Marvin stayed quiet as Henrik felt the thing he was holding. He felt the palm, the wrist, the individual fingers and even the nails.
"...A human...An invisible human." Henrik muttered to himself. Before Henrik could discover anything else, Marvin grabbed his arm with his free hand, and pushed him. He watched as Henrik protested and pulled at his arm, but walked backwards, following him. After a bit more pushing, Marvin felt Henrik's back hit the wall behind him.
"Vhat on earth are you trying to do?!" Henrik yelled. Marvin let his arm go and skittered his fingers on Henrik's ribs again. "Vahahahahait! Ehehexplahahain yohohoursehehelf!" Henrik ordered through his laughter, letting go of Marvin's hand as he succumbed to the ticklish trap. Marvin added his now free hand into the mix, wiggling both hands' digits on Henrik's ribs. Henrik's laughter heightened and grew louder, and his knees started to give way.
Slowly, Henrik was falling and Marvin was bending down, following him down the wall. As Henrik finally hit the ground, Marvin moved his hands to the front, digging into the front of his ribs and into the core muscles. As Marvin expected, Henrik threw back his head and stretched out his legs. "NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Henrik reacted. He squirmed around, trying to get the mysterious hands away from his ticklish body, but to no avail. Marvin decided to take it up a notch, by switching his hand tactics to clawing and quick vibrating.
The reaction from Henrik was absolutely hilarious! "SCHEHEHEHEHEIßE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHALT! BIHIHIHIHIHIHITTE!" Henrik yelled through his hysterical laughter. Henrik was starting to revert to his native language! That rarely ever happened!
Marvin realized that this was a sign to stop very soon. The doctor kicked, he squirmed, he shook his head, and he swatted at the clawing hands. But nothing could stop the mysterious hands from tickling him. Marvin decided to try out two more spots before he stopped. Marvin moved his hands up to Henrik's armpits first.
"AAAAAAAAAAHH! NEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIN!" Henrik shouted! His arms had clamped down, trapping his hands under his arms. Maaayybe he should've tried the neck first...
Marvin stopped his fingers, and patiently waited for Henrik to let his hands go. When he did, Marvin shot his right arm up and lightly wiggled his fingers on Henrik's neck.
"Ohohohokay...okahahahay...Zhat's behehetter...Zhahahank yohohou..." Henrik said through his much more calm giggles. Marvin to completely stop, and give the poor man a break. He was afraid he might've gone overboard.
Marvin stood back up, and stared at the exhausted Henrik, who was deeply breathing on the floor. Feeling slightly bad, Marvin went over to the sink, got a glass of water and handed it to him. Henrik smiled, sat back up and took the drink.
"Zhank you...you didn't have to do zhat..." Henrik said, placing the paper cup beside him. Marvin smiled to himself, before leaving the room.
Next, was Jameson Jackson, or JJ/Jamie for short. Henrik looked around, but couldn't find JJ in his room. Strange...he was there earlier...Perhaps he moved?
He walked around for a while longer, soon finding JJ in the living room. He appeared to be working on a jigsaw puzzle of a street with old cars, and a farmer riding a horse. So far, JJ had the cars on the street filled and was starting to put together the hotel building, with the black car parked in between the buildings. Noticing a piece that fit a certain space, Marvin waited for JJ to look away. When he looked away, Marvin grabbed the puzzle piece, and fit it in quickly, before retreating and looking again. JJ looked back at the puzzle, and placed a piece...
'Wait a second..Wasn't that previously an empty space?' JJ thought to himself. Thinking he was losing his mind, JJ ignored it, and started looking around for another piece. While JJ was collecting a few more pieces, Marvin had grabbed a couple pieces and fit them in the right spot. JJ placed a piece in, and noticed it was...already filled? What? JJ looked at his own piece, looked around, and realized where it was actually supposed to go. Placing it in, he tried to wrack his brain to find out when he put that piece in. But...he couldn't recall putting it in at all!
While JJ was thinking, Marvin grabbed a pile of puzzle pieces, and started dragging them together to form a letter.
JJ reached for a pile of pieces, but felt nothing. Looking up, he noticed that the small puzzle pile he made earlier, was missing! Thinking they fell on the floor, he looked under the table...
No puzzle pieces. Looking back up, something caught his eye! A collection of puzzle pieces spelling something out:
'Hi' it said.
JJ's eyes widened, as he leaned away slightly. Is someone messing with him? If so, who?
JJ decided to try something. He pulled a pen out of his jacket, and made a notebook appear in his hand. He used the notebook to write a message.
'Hello.' JJ wrote. He placed the pen and paper on the other side of the table, and worked on the puzzle while he was waiting. After a couple more pieces were placed, JJ looked up to the notebook.
Nothing.
Perhaps he really was losing it. JJ looked back down at his puzzle, and looked around for the pieces of the Hotel sign in his puzzle.
Suddenly, a sound filled his ear...just for a moment. JJ looked up, to see the pen on top of the paper, rather than beside.
...Perhaps, he wasn't losing it? JJ looked at the notebook, and widened his eyes at the strokes of ink below his.
'Cool puzzle!'
JJ looked around him. To the right: no one. to the left: no one. behind him: no one. all around him: an empty room.
JJ narrowed his eyes. He grabbed the pen, wrote something down before placing it down in front of him.
JJ waited. He needed to know. Is there a ghost he wasn't aware of? Who else knew about this ghost? Why was there a ghost in here? What was its na-
JJ's thoughts stopped there, when suddenly...the pen started rising up! JJ jumped back in total shock! GHOST!
Despite what JJ was thinking, Marvin was picking up the pen, and writing down something before dropping the pen and letting it click against the paper. JJ looked at the notebook, and hesitantly picked up the paper with his shaky hand. He grabbed the notebook, watched the pen slide off the notebook and onto the table, and read the paper:
'Look behind you...' it read.
JJ bit his lip, nervous about what to see. He slowly turned around, clenching the notebook with his shaky hand. He opened his squeezed eyes, and looked...
A glove? Scratch that...two gloves were floating in front of him.
One of the gloves waved to him...JJ, not knowing what else to do, waved back.
Eager to get this show on the road, Marvin, with his gloves on, started wiggling his fingers. JJ raised an eyebrow, confused as to what 'wiggling fingers' meant.
The gloves flew towards him, and started examining JJ. One glove grabbed his hat and lifted it off his head, while the other glove felt his hair and ruffled it. JJ, slightly annoyed, grabbed his hat and plopped it back onto his head.
Marvin's gloved hand, now free of the hat, placed its finger on JJ's neck, and scratched the side of his neck. JJ let out a squeal and curled his neck instinctively. With the other gloved hand, Marvin scratched the other side of his neck. JJ scrunched his shoulders, a toothy grin showing up on his face as he tipped his head back. Marvin's fingers continued scratching, until one of the fingers got under the jawline. JJ let out another squeal, as his own hands came up to swat at the gloved hands. The gloved hands didn't budge however, as the other gloved hand only went for the other side of the jawline. JJ threw his head back as his giggles grew a little louder. Marvin smiled to himself. it's working!
Next, the gloved hands went up to JJ's ears. JJ squealed loudly, as his head curled to the side to stop the gloves from tickling his ear. When the other gloved hand went for the other ear, all hell broke loose. JJ bursted out laughing, before falling onto his back. Marvin's gloves followed him, dancing his fingers on JJ's tummy and sides. JJ's smile was toothy and wide, and his squirming was increasing rather quickly. Marvin kept his hands on JJ's tummy, making sure to squish and squeeze his toned belly as well. JJ was laughing and giggling, shaking his head, and signing frantically.
'Stop! Stop, too ticklish!' Marvin could understand through JJ's frantic signs. Marvin smiled at the adorable man below him, as he kept one hand on his belly and used the other hand to go back to scratching his ear. JJ's laughter turned to cackles, as he threw his head back and lost his hat.
Suddenly, the gloved hands started spidering his sides, and walked up, up and up across his ribs, and into his armpits! JJ's arms came crashing down as his body swayed frantically back and forth.
Marvin was absolutely enjoying this! So far, JJ has been the most fun to tickle! Marvin knew JJ was ticklish from watching other people tickle him, but he didn't know how ticklish he really was! That is, until now. At this moment, Marvin had JJ stuck being tickled for a while, and he wanted to appreciate it for as long as he possibly could.
So far, it seemed like JJ's most ticklish spots were his tummy and his armpits. Marvin just about died at the cuteness! He placed his gloved hands back onto his ticklish neck, and wiggled his fingers excitedly.
In the midst of Marvin's little attack, his eyes came across the useful item from earlier: the pen. Feeling a wide and mischievous smirk form on his lips, Marvin grabbed the pen, clicked the ballpoint tip open, and started to draw on his neck with the pen! JJ let out an ear-piercing squeal! Marvin could easily tell JJ was enjoying this, and could happily announce that JJ was having the most ticklish time of his life! He continued drawing on his neck, creating little drawings on JJ's neck. JJ was kicking his legs, trying not to squirm too much.
Soon, Marvin decided to give JJ a break. He removed his hands, clicked the pen and placed it aside. JJ stayed laying on the ground, curled in a ball and rubbing his ticklish spots free of the leftover tingly feeling. While JJ was laying there, Marvin wrote a note into the notebook and placed it down. JJ eventually got up, grabbed the notebook and read the words written:
'Thanks for the little tickle session! P.S. You have an adorable smile!'
JJ could feel his cheeks heating up as he tried to hide his growing grin from whoever could be watching. Was he still there? He couldn't see the gloves anymore. So...perhaps he left?
And indeed, he did! Marvin had left JJ a couple minutes ago, and went to find Shawn: his last victim. Now, Marvin was a little nervous about this one. He wanted to leave Shawn till the very end for a specific reason, that he refused to admit. He wanted to think outside the box for Shawn's.
Marvin suspected he was in his room, painting, toy making, something of that sort. Marvin walked up to the open door and looked in: Turns out, he was right!
Shawn was holding a mixing tray, playing with different colors on a blank canvas.
'Man, that painting looked good!' the magician thought. Marvin looked around the room, and settled his eyes on Shawn's desk. On the desk were many cup holders: One for pencils and pens, one for scissors, sharpeners and erasers, one for glue sticks, and lastly: one for paintbrushes. There was a big variety of brushes: From tiny tipped brushes, to large wall paintbrushes. Marvin's lips formed into a mischievous smirk as an evil, ingenious idea came to his head.
Marvin snuck into the room. He walked past the display of toys and the reading chair, and towards the desk. He picked up the container of paintbrushes, and grabbed a small one and a big one from the cup. Just as he was placing the cup back, Shawn had turned around, and noticed that the brush container was moving by itself! Shawn dropped his paint-filled brush and gasped. This got Marvin's attention. Shoot...this wasn't part of the plan...
Marvin decided to quickly improvise. He put 3 of the brushes onto the desk, and carried the second biggest one with him. As he walked up to Shawn suspense-fully, he pointed the brush end at the painter, shaking it back and forth. Shawn jumped out of his chair, and made a run for it. he ran around his room a couple times, before running out the door. Marvin followed him as they entered the hallway.
A wild chase had begun. Shawn took twists and turns to try and slow the paintbrush down, but found that the paintbrush was getting closer and closer no matter what he did. As he tried to look for a place to hide, he realized there was a chair in front of him. Jumping up, he landed on the seat, and took a step onto the table! He took a couple steps on the table, before suddenly: His running came to a screeching halt! He tried to run. His legs were going, his arms were swaying back and forth, but his body wasn't moving! Before he could find out what was going on, his whole body was pulled backwards into an invisible grip!
Shawn yelled, but his mouth was silenced by...what felt like a hand? He tried to fight it, but struggled to keep it up. His fighting slowly turned to squirming as something started tickling him in the mysterious grip. Shawn muffled grunts turned to muffled laughter as his ribs were poked and clawed at. God...he probably looked really weird, laughing and squirming as he floated in the air. Thankfully no one was around to witness this.
As Shawn's muffled laughter continued, he watched as the mysterious creature carried him back to his room, and placed him onto his bed. Shawn attempted to escape again, but was stopped by a body...a body he couldn't see. The only thing he could see, was the hand imprints in his bed. Shawn started to feel around. Originally, he was trying to find an opening. But soon...that thought left his mind as a new thought replaced it: 'Who is this?'. Shawn felt everything he could reach: the arms, the head, the face, the hands, the shoulders, even the chest. It soon dawned on him that this was a human...and telling by the mask he could feel on the person's face, not just any human...
"...Wwwaaaaaaiiit...M-Marvin?" Shawn asked. Marvin's jaw dropped. HOW DID HE-...
Marvin started laughing nervously. "How did you know?" Marvin asked, using his voice for the first time.
"HEEEEYY! It IS you!" Shawn yelled excitedly.
"Yup...it's me..." Marvin said, embarrassed that Shawn found out who he was.
"Why, in the world, are you invisible?!" Shawn asked. Marvin pulled the bottle of invisible powder out of his pocket. Shawn rolled his eyes and let his head fall onto the bed with a smile on his lips. "Invisible powder? Really?" Shawn asked. Marvin pulled the cork off of the bottle, and sprinkled a bit onto his head. Suddenly, his body started appearing, bit by bit.
"...Surprise?" Marvin said awkwardly, before falling into a fit of laughter.
"You were the one controlling the brush?!" Shawn asked, laughing himself.
"Yes!" Marvin replied.
"You were the one who picked me up, and tickled me?!" Shawn asked with a smile on his face.
Marvin looked away, his face heating up and a cheeky grin growing onto his face. "...Maaaaaayybe..." Marvin replied.
Shawn narrowed his eyes and smirked in a mischievous, but curious manner. Suddenly, two hands gripped him. "Come here, ya little shit!" Shawn yelled, before spinning them both around. Now, Shawn was on the top, and Marvin was below him. "You know, you could've told me about your little crush." Shawn declared, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head. As Shawn thought about where to tickle first, he looked up to Marvin. "So tell me: Do you have a crush on me?" Shawn asked, before licking his lips eagerly. Marvin just about died upon watching that. Suddenly, a hand had found his side. Marvin looked down, and saw that it was Shawn's hand...uh oh..."I think someone needs some help confessing..." Shawn teased, clawing at Marvin's side. Marvin bursted into laughter as his body started squirming.
"Hahahahaha! Shaahahahawn! Thahahahat tihihihickles!" Marvin whined through his laughter.
Shawn gasped dramatically. "What?! This TiCkLeS? Perhaps I'd better fix that for you! What do you say, Marvy?" Shawn asked in a teasy voice. Marvin's laughter grew louder, as embarrassment over the nickname took a hold of him.
"DOHOhohon't cahahahall mehehe thahahahat!" Marvin yelled out of embarrassment.
"Hmm...I'll take that as a yes." Shawn decided, before giving Marvin a break. He walked over to his desk, and eyed up the single paintbrush laying on the desk. He knew Marvin was planning to use them on him. So...what would happen if Shawn reverse carded him, and used the paintbrushes on Marvin? Shawn smirked, grabbing the paintbrush from the desk and placing them into his pocket before walking back. Shawn grabbed the tiny brush out of his pocket and lifted up his shirt. Then, he dipped the paintbrush end into Marvin's belly button.
"aaAAAH! NAHAHAHAT THE BEHEHEHELLY BUHUHUTTON! HAHAHAHAHA!" Marvin yelled, bursting into laughter as he tried to squirm away from the paintbrush. Unfortunately, Shawn's brush would only follow the belly to wherever it squirmed to.
"There! That's a lot better." Shawn declared, swirling the paintbrush in Marvin's belly button.
"HAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAWN! PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Marvin pleaded. Shawn smirked at the sound. Was Marvin already begging? It certainly didn't take that long.
Shawn gave Marvin another break. He pulled the invisible powder bottle out of Marvin's pocket, pulled off the cork and sprinkled a bit onto his head.
"Wa-wait! Yohou dohohon't know how tohoho use ihihit!" Marvin argued, still giggly from being tickled a moment ago.
"Nah, I get it...See? Not so easy to see now, huh?" Shawn replied, showing Marvin his now invisible hands, holding the bottle and cork in his hands. Shawn placed the cork back into the bottle, gave it to Marvin, and started walking around the room.
"Uuuuhuhuh...Shaaahahawn?" Marvin warned, nervous giggles leaving his throat. Suddenly, a pair of hands had trapped Marvin into a tight hug from behind. From there, Marvin started laughing as fingers started attacking his ribs, tummy and sides. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAAHAHAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!" Marvin shouted, as best he could through his uncontrollable laughter.
"Aww! Come on, really? You can't take a bit of tickling?" Shawn asked.
"IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Marvin yelled back, squirming and attempting to swat at Shawn's hands.
"Oooooh! Okay! So, you like lighter tickles then?" Shawn asked playfully.
Marvin didn't even wait a second to answer. YEHEHEHEHES!" Marvin yelled frantically. Shawn nodded, before stopping his fingers. He didn't let him go, though. He remained holding onto him, and calmly felt the man's deep breaths. He leaned his chin onto Marvin's shoulder as he processed the feeling, slowly closing his eyes to stay focused.
Shawn and Marvin remained like this for a while. Marvin had placed his hands on top of Shawn's, and leaned his head against Shawn's as well. They were both comfortable in each other's arms...
That was, until Shawn blew a raspberry into Marvin's neck.
"HEHEHEHehehehey! I thohohought wehehe were hahahaving ahaha mohohohoment?!" Marvin asked.
"We are! I'm just adding some laughter into the moment!" Shawn replied, before giving Marvin another raspberry into his neck. Marvin bursted out laughing again. When the laughter slowly died down, Shawn would blow another raspberry.
"Shahahahahahawn! Ihihit- AAAHAHAHaha! Ihihit tihihihickles!" Marvin whined, his laughter growing as he was given another raspberry in between his sentence.
"Really? It tickles? Here! Let me fix that!" Shawn decided, before blowing multiple raspberries up and down Marvin's neck.
"Mean?! You think I'm mean?! I'm offended, Marvin!" Shawn reacted. Shawn continued to raspberry his neck, but also resumed the clawing on Marvin's tummy and sides again. Marvin threw his head back and bursted out into even more laughter! The more he laughed, the more his laughter turned to cackles! Soon, Marvin's cackles took over his body as he squirmed frantically to get out of Shawn's grip.
"AHA! I've gotcha!" Someone said. Suddenly, a pair of hands had scooped up Shawn, and dragged him backwards a few steps. Marvin got out of Shawn's loosened grip, and took off running to the wall on the other side of the room, before turning himself around.
"HEY! LET ME- EEEEK! HEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shawn squealed, before falling into a fit of laughter. Marvin's eyes widened as he gazed at the person. It was Henrik! Oh gosh...He was trying to get revenge on the invisible person!
"Oooh! Does zhe invisible human have ticklish ribs, by any chance?" Henrik teased, before drilling his fingers into the bottom ribs and wiggling them. Shawn's laughter grew louder and higher as he kicked and pushed against the arms that trapped him.
"YEHEHEHEHESS! THEHEHEHEY'RE TOHOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!" Shawn yelled through his laughter. Henrik rolled his eyes and decided to raise his arms a little higher. He started digging his fingers into the middle ribs, making sure to dig into the sides of the ribs as well as the front.
"GAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON"T GO HIGHER! DOHOHOHON'T GOHOHO HIGHEHEHER!" Shawn begged.
"Oh, I'm going higher. Your laughter gets louder zhat vay!" Henrik replied, before dragging his fingers a little higher and digging into the ribs. Shawn's protests continued leaving his mouth, but soon, his squirming had started to die down. Marvin was SO thankful to not be in that situation.
"Now: Let's see who zhis invisible tickler is..." Henrik said, before pulling a bottle of invisible powder out of his pocket. Wait a second...
"Where did you get that?" Marvin asked slightly frantic.
"From your room. Either zhis is a ghost, or zhis is a fellow friend of ours." Henrik theorized, before sprinkling some invisible powder onto the invisible person's shaking head. The powder starting taking effect, as Shawn's body started reappearing in Henrik's arms. "Shawn?!" Henrik reacted, his jaw dropping at the shocking news.
"Yahahaha...whahahat dohoho yohou wahahahahant?" Shawn asked, confused as to what was going on.
"I vant to know why you vere tickling people in zhe house?" Henrik explained.
Henrik narrowed his eyes, as bits of frustration started to spark inside of him. Henrik decided to dig his hands into Shawn's armpits. "Now's not a good time to start denying. Spit zhe truth out!" Henrik ordered, still tickling him.
Shawn squeezed his armpits shut as he squirmed back and forth. "I AHAHAHAM TEHEHEHELLING THEHEHE TRUHUHUHUHUTH!" Shawn shouted.
"Oh, I doubt that!" Henrik replied, continuing his ticklish revenge on the 'invisible tickler'.
"Actually...he's not lying. Shawn wasn't the one who tickled everyone..." Marvin explained.
"Vait...really? Zhen, vhy vas Shawn invisible?" Henrik asked.
Shawn breathed in as much as he could, but also attempted to speak. "Because *huff* I...was *huff* getting...revenge...*huff* on Marvin. *huff* " Shawn said through puffs of air.
Henrik narrowed his eyes, and looked at Marvin. Marvin was scratching the back of his head, with a wobbly smile on his face. "Yyyyyup...Iiiit was meee..." Marvin confessed awkwardly. Henrik's revenge focused switched, dropping Shawn and running up to Marvin to cover him in vengeful tickles.
"Wait! Hold on- Henrik! We can talk about this, can't we?" Marvin attempted.
"Oh yes, ve CAN talk! Let's talk TICKLES!" Henrik said, before trapping Marvin in his arms and squeezing at his tummy.
"WAAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHENRIHIHIHIK!" Marvin yelled, bursting out into hysterical laughter. Henrik's fingers proceeded to dance all over Marvin's tummy, and he soon dipped his index finger into Marvin's sunken belly button.
Marvin exploded with laughter! "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MEHEHERCY! MEHEHEHEHERCYY!" Marvin pleaded.
Henrik let his lips form into a smirk, before bringing his lips to Marvin's ear. "No amounts of mercy vill be given to you for a vhile. So yust do me a favor: Laugh it aaaaaalll out." Henrik whispered into his ear, before launching the ultimate tickle attack on the magician.
And indeed, Marvin laughed. And laughed, and cackled...and snorted, and let out all his other laughs as well! It was about time that Marvin gets that ultimate wrecking they've all been waiting for. In the end, Henrik took pity on him, and let him go. Then, all was well when Henrik gave him a glass of water.
