🏹 mike whines until you give him permission to eat your pussy. mike would spend days straight just eating out your sweet cunt if he could.
🏹 mike loves the sound of you moaning in his mouth while he fingers you. he prefers to keep kissing to feel your jaw slack with pleasure.
🏹 mikes job is stressful, but he just looks at the sexy polaroid of you in that lacy pink bra you snuck in his wallet and just sighs with a grin on his face. knowing you’re his.
🏹 mike enjoys pleasuring you more than he enjoys getting off. hearing you moan his name makes him nearly cum in his pants.
🏹 mike takes aftercare very seriously. he would rather die than not have you cleaned up and comfortable in bed with him while cuddling up next to you and reassuring how good you were.
🏹 mike is a big fan of pda, especially when someone is hitting on you or trying to get your number. his favorite move is to wrap his hand around your waist and pull you in closer. you always get butterflies when he does this.
🏹 mike would fight for you. when the fight in the mall happened, he’s been known to intimidate men who approach you. he likes that he’s thought of as a fighter, and even more that people would back away from you because of it
🏹 mike does what he can for you and abby to live a stable life, although this comes with the risk of him working himself out. he won’t let you pick up a job to help out though, he’s very clear about that.
🏹 mike is mostly dominate in bed, but as soon as you edge and tease him he whines and begs for you to keep going and to let him finish. it’s almost funny how he can change so fast.
🏹 mike cracks jokes just to hear you laugh, he thinks your laugh and smile is the sexist thing about you.
🏹 mike is kinda a perv, looking for any excuse to look under your little skirt, any excuse to look down your shirt to see your perfect tits, any excuse to watch you change clothes.
Mike is fearful of the animatronics. I mean, can you blame him? They're huge! But Abby appears to gain their trust really quickly. Who are these ghost kids hidden in the animatronics? And why do they want to play with him so badly?
Thus begins the first of many FNAF Movie fanfics. I had started this fanfic before watching the movie. Then, when I watched the movie, I went home and tweaked it before finishing off the rest of the story. Naturally, this fanfic is going to contain spoilers. But despite that, I hope you like it!
Mike stared at the huge bear animatronic that was walking closer to him. He had picked up a chair in an attempt to hit the bear animatronic…or at the very least, keep some space between them…He desperately didn’t want to die by the animatronics tonight. All he wanted was to finish this shift and get the heck out of there.
“Mike!” He heard, running from the animatronics up to her brother. “They wouldn’t stop tickling me. I thought I was gonna die!” Abby explained.
Mike was too busy staring at the orange-coloured eyes of the bear animatronic. It was not only huge, but the thing was growling at him suspiciously. He was too busy focusing on that, to realize Abby’s choice of words at first.
“Freddy…this is my brother, Mike.” Abby told the bear.
The bear looked Mike up and down, still suspicious of the adult in front of it. Mike didn’t know what to say…or even what to do. The only thing keeping him safe was the wooden chair in his hands. According to Abby, these huge machines weren’t really hurting her…well, not technically. They were tickling her, but not really causing any other harm to her. But he didn’t care if they were harmless right now…the animatronics were still hella terrifying…
Freddy’s eyebrows dropped their ferocious scowl and raised into a more ‘happy’ facial expression. Mike was a little taken aback by this. Was Freddy…not angry at him anymore? Then, the bunny animatronic started making its way up to Mike next. Still scared of the other animatronics, Mike quickly aimed the chair towards the bunny, making sure to keep some distance between them. “Stay there.” He warned. “Abby, get behind me.” he attempted to order.
Abby looked at her brother with worry. “They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re with me.” She told him.
Mike was still unsure though. He'd rather risk losing their trust and keep the chair up, than lower the chair and let his guard down. As much as he trusted his sister…he was too scared to do anything that risked getting him killed. But…if he’s with Abby…and Abby gained the trust of the animatronics…then maybe…
“This is Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and Chica.” Abby told him, pointing to every animatronic as she said the names.
He started to lower the chair. The chicken and the fox animatronics made their way closer to Mike as well, soon surrounding Mike in somewhat of a rough circle. Mike looked a little more nervous now…cause it seemed that no matter where he looked, an animatronic would be staring right at him. Though Freddy and Bonnie’s eyebrows had calmed down and showed its trust, the others hadn’t yet. They still looked as suspicious as ever.
But right as Mike felt like he finally had some control and comfort…he felt a single poke to his side.
“-?!” Mike jumped, barely making a sound as he contorted his body to look at the animatronic that had poked him. “Who did that?!” He asked, staring at both the chicken and the fox.
Abby giggled. “Chica did!” She told him.
“W-which one? The…yellow one?” Mike asked.
“Yup! Chica, as in chicken.” Abby replied.
Though he would never admit it, Abby’s wordplay…was actually a good strategy to help him remember the name.
“W-what…” Mike attempted to ask Chica as it got slightly closer. “What are you…”
Another poke hit him right in the ribs, surprising Mike enough to let out something. “aAh-?!” His voice wobbled, a strained, tiny smile appearing on his face for only a moment. “No.” Mike warned the fox, who was staring at Mike and holding its index finger up in frozen shock.
Abby smirked. “Uh oh~” she teased.
“Abby, no.” Mike warned his sister.
“It’s too late~” Abby teased evilly, letting out a giggle.
“Abby- GaAha-!” He jumped again, curling in a little bit and temporarily losing his footing.
“Go for the ribs and armpits!” Abby declared.
Mike looked over at Abby with panic and betrayal. “ABBY!” He reacted.
“His feet are ticklish too! Hehehe!” Abby giggled.
Mike shot Abby a fearful glare. “Shut it!” He ordered. Then he looked at the animatronics, which were all staring at Mike just inches away from him. “Sh-she’s lying!” He told them desperately, hoping and praying they don’t try anything.
But this lie didn’t do anything…in fact, all it did was encourage Abby to run up and squeeze his sides! Mike gasped and hugged himself, curling up a bit and trying to keep his laughter in. “aAH- ST-Stop- stOP!” He ordered in desperation. Though they weren’t the most ticklish spot, they were still bad enough to render him somewhat helpless.
“See?” Abby told the animatronics with a proud, shit-eating grin.
The animatronics looked back and forth amongst each other, showing contentment in their robot faces. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle his sister, or run away. He loved his sister, but my god…the girl loved to test the waters and make him question it. And if this week wasn’t evidence enough of that…then I don’t know what was.
On top of that, Mike could feel his knees beginning to buckle due to his sister’s tickles. He was curling into the sides and fighting every instinct to flee as he felt his legs weaken further and further. He knew he was going down slowly…but he was not going down without a vigorous fight. But his arms could only protect so much at once, especially when you’re trying to prove to the animatronics just how not ticklish he was. The truth was…Abby was right. He’s very ticklish, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
The man wasn’t sure if he should continue to fight on, or just give up and laugh.
…And then Abby pulled a brutal move on him…by squeezing his lower ribs.
“aAAHA!” Mike dropped to his knees and hugged his ribs. “A-ABBYHYHY-!” Mike shouted, flopping onto his side and kicking his legs as Abby playfully dug further into his ribs. Mike had closed his eyes…which meant he couldn’t see the animatronics’ reactions and movements. Dammit, Abby! Why must she do this to him!?
Mike’s panic only exacerbated the moment he felt a pair of large, metal, blue hands grab his waist and lift him up. Yes…I am not kidding. The animatronic lifted him up like a toddler, not even phased by the size and weight of this security guard. “AAH! NO! LET ME GO!” Mike shouted, now squirming and kicking his feet wildly. But to no one’s surprise, not even a body shift could compromise the animatronic’s undeniable strength. Whoever thought making scarily strong animatronics like this was a good idea…was unbelievably insane.
“Wow! Bonnie’s really strong!” Abby reacted, somehow unphased by this huge feat.
But Mike’s squirming halted for only a moment when he felt skitters and squeezes on his upper ribs. Mike gasped and started squirming for a completely different reason, as a wobbly, stupid little smile began to fill his lips. “Ohno- NONONO-!” Mike opened his eyes and screeched as he felt the fat skittering fingers of the bear animatronic, moving up and down his lower front ribs. Finally, Mike burst out in surprised laughter as he tried and failed to get out of their strong grip. “OHGOD NOHOHOHOhohooo! aaAAHAHAAA-!? NOHOHO! Thihis isn’t fahahairrr!” He laughed.
Abby was giggling like mad, loving every second of this. “Hahaha! How’s it feel being tickled by robot tickle monsters?” Abby asked with a grin.
“Thihihis ihis INSAHAHAHANE!” He hung his head and shook in Bonnie’s grasp. “C-Cohohome ohon-” He jumped and lost his composure yet again, when he felt the blue fingers going up his ribs slightly to the 4th or 5th rib. “NAHAHAHAhahahaha! W-WAHAIT- GAHAHAhahaha!” Mike yelled.
Abby smiled brightly. “Go for the armpits! His armpits are bad too! They make him all squeaky!” Abby told Freddy.
Mike groaned through his laughter. “Abs plehehease stohohohop!” He pleaded. “Yohohohou’re nohohot- NO!” Mike screeched and yelled as Bonnie scooted its hands slightly lower on his ribs, presumably so Freddy had more access to his underarms…
Why Abby keeps telling Freddy and the animatronics his ticklish secrets, he could not tell you. But man, he was tempted to tickle his sister to tears the moment he got free.
“F-FREDDYWAIT-” Mike stared at the thick fingers that were subtly threatening to tickle his now-vulnerable armpits. When Freddy had placed the fingers mere millimeters away from his armpits, Mike knew he was doomed. But still…he tried one last attempt to ask for freedom. He gulped. “Uh….m-mercy?” He asked rather anxiously.
Freddy’s ears wiggled slightly before the fingers finally touched down on his armpits. Just the touch down was ticklish enough! But when the fingers started MOVING?! HOLY CRAP, IT TICKLED LIKE MAD! Any amount of laughter that filled his lungs, came out in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched squeal. “aaaAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! NaAaAAH! NAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Mike squeaked and squealed through his laughter.
Abby just laughed as she watched. “Isn’t Mike’s laugh funny?” Abby asked.
Freddy then stopped his tickle attack for a moment, to let the man breathe. Mike treated the break like a trophy, and happily took advantage. It was like he hadn’t taken a breath in years! The feeling of a simple breath made him overwhelmed with gratitude. He cleared his throat a little bit as he tried to pull himself together.
Once Mike felt calm enough to properly think, he tried to get himself free from Bonnie’s grip. “Okay…You had your fun. Can you please let me go now?” Mike asked.
Abby looked at the other animatronics and watched as they…almost conversed with each other. Mike watched them with both confusion, and fear in his eyes. He lowered himself slightly to talk to Abby. “What’s happening? What are they talking about?” Mike asked.
She giggled. “They’re talking about what tickle spot to go for next.” She told him outright.
Mike bit his lip. Oh no…Not good.
Wait…How does she know?! Can she- Can she TALK TO THEM?!
Mike widened his eyes and turned to Abby with fear visible in his eyes. “Can you tell them to stop?” Mike asked.
Abby tilted her head. “Why? They just want to play.” She told him.
“I…I don’t have time to play. I’m supposed to be working.” Mike told him.
The animatronics stopped their ‘conversation’ and looked over at Mike and Abby. Mike tensed up slightly as he stared at the animatronic bear’s eyes again. Something about those eyes looked dead inside, yet…their eyes glowed in a human-kind of way that made a shiver move up his spine. It was nerve-wracking, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.
But Freddy looked over at Chica, and…started waving for Chica to come over. Mike widened his eyes and started squirming all over again. No no no, that chicken thing had better not be getting closer to him. Abby had gasped and covered her mouth, letting out an excited squeal. Oh no! What in the world were they planning that was so exciting to her?!
“Abby?! What are they planning?!” Mike asked.
Abby looked at Mike, and giggled menacingly. For the love of-WHY WON’T SHE TELL HIM?!
Mike looked at the chicken animatronic and prepared himself. “Chick-Chica NO.” Mike lifted his right foot up and started pushing against Chica’s middle chest. “Stay back. I’m warning you.” He ordered before pushing with his other foot as well, in an attempt to get the animatronic away from him.
But to both Mike AND Abby’s surprise, Chica grabbed his ankles, and gave him a bit of a tug. And to Mike’s horror, Bonnie let go of him and let him fly upside down! “WhooOOHNO-”
Abby gasped and held her stomach as she bursted out laughing.
Mike felt his bangs fall above his head as he struggled to come to terms with being upside down. Great…Looks like the animatronics were just toying with him at this point.
“Abs, please…” Mike said, looking at her upside down. “What are they doing?” He asked, confused and worried. But his attention switched over to the fiddling and adjusting he felt against his shoe. “What-” Mike muttered as he curled himself up, attempting to see how his feet were being toyed with. “Hey! Stop that!” He ordered.
But Mike widened his eyes in horror the second he felt his shoe being slipped off his foot. SHIT!
“OHNO-?!” Mike started to panic as he heard the shoe fall to the ground. “Abby help!” Mike yelled as he pulled on his ankles and struggled to get himself right side up. “ABBY!” Mike held his arms out desperately.
Abby only giggled. “You are all gonna love this! His feet are so ticklish!” Abby told them excitedly.
Mike groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Abbyyyy…” Mike groaned.
“And don’t forget his piggies!” Abby teased.
“Abby-” Mike was growing somewhat impatient with his sister by this point.
“Though be careful with his toes. He might die if he’s tickled too much there.” She warned.
Heh…‘Be careful’...Hearing that was funny enough in its own right. At least she has the right of mind to tell them to at least be careful…
His breath hitched the moment he felt a fat finger on the arch of his socked left foot. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his hands. NO. They are NOT getting away with tickling him again. Nuh uh, no way. They can fight with him all they want to, but they will NEVER get a laugh out of him! Not now, not ever again.
Or so he thought…
Only one little flutter…right under his toes…was enough to make every bit of laughter burst out of him. The poor man threw his arms against his chest and leaned his head back slightly as every laugh he had bunched up in his lungs, had finally let themselves free. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Ohohokahay, okahahahayyyyy!” Mike yelled.
“YAY!” Abby declared, laughing alongside him.
Mike put his hands in praying position. “Yohohou got mehehehee! P-Plehehehease stohohop! Ihihihi’m lahahaughihihing ehenohohough!” He pleaded.
“Okay, let’s stop.” Abby told Chica.
Chica moved its fingers away, and looked at Abby for her next instruction.
Abby waited a few seconds, while listening to his brother breathe somewhat heavily from exhaustion. “You okay?” Abby asked.
Mike huffed and puffed a few more times. “Ihihi…Ihi’m okay…I’m good.”
“Do you need a break?” Abby asked.
“Thahat…would be nihice.” Mike admitted.
“Okay.” Abby replied. “How about…in a few more minutes?” Abby asked, looking at the animatronics.
Mike nodded his head. A break sounded amazing right about now. Especially if…wait, did she say ‘in a few minutes’?
“Okay go!” Abby suddenly told Chica.
Mike’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait WHA-”
Mike shrieked as the fat fingers started tickling him all over again. He couldn’t even hold in his laughter this time, instead just letting it fall out of him. “BAAAHAHAHAhahAHAhahaha!” Mike cackled, shocked by the sudden tickles against the ball of his foot. When he finished his fit, Mike took in a breath and squealed in a rather high-pitched voice before falling into another fit of cackles. “Plehehehehehease! HAHahahaha! Ihihit’s toohoohoohoo ticklihihish!” He told Abby.
“So ticklish you can’t remember your right from left?”
“HEHEhehehehe- Yehehehehesss!” He replied.
Abby walked closer to Mike and started poking and tickling his sides. “How about now?”
Mike jumped and grunted, grasping at his sister’s hands, laughing slightly harder. This is the most Abby has touched him, let alone tickled him, in quite a long time. And though he was technically in a very vulnerable position right now, there were much worse scenarios to be stuck in.
“Alright. Let’s stop for real this time.” Abby told Chica.
Chica stopped its fingers.
“Can you flip him the right way, Chica?” Abby asked.
Chica lowered its body down and placed its hands under Mike to help pick him up. “ooOKAY…” Mike felt as Chica grabbed under his arms and nodded to Bonnie. With that nod, Bonnie let go of Mike’s feet and let them drop. “Okay- OW.” He yelped as his foot inevitably hit Bonnie’s leg. “Ohokay.” He muttered. Chica lowered Mike down till his feet were touching the ground. “Thank you…” He huffed and attempted to pull himself together. “Not…sure how I feel about you being able to lift me so easily…” Mike admitted. Chica removed his fingers, accidentally tickling his armpit one more time. This made Mike jump snicker one last time.
Abby shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Abby asked.
Mike turned to his sister…and slowly gave her a devious smile. “Get over here, you ticklish tattle-tale!” He declared, picking her up and skittering his fingers all over her ribs and belly. “Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tickle~!” He teased, using toddler-like teases so he could further torment her.
“MIHIHIKE- HAHAhahahaha! NAHAHA- SOHOHORRYYYY!” She shouted.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Abs.” He teased. “You understood exactly what they were doing, and didn’t bother to tell me all of it.” He moved his fingers to her belly button, earning him a high-pitched squeal. “AND you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how ticklish I am!” He added. “You’re a little menace who deserves to laugh just as much as I did.” He told her.
“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHOHON!” She pleaded.
“What belly button?” He asked innocently. “I didn’t know you had a belly button! Let me see!” Mike picked her up bridal style and blew a raspberry onto her belly button.
Abby squealed and screamed with laughter as the raspberry filled her belly, before stopping. He lowered her sister down, and continued to hold her bridal style. Abby was still a bit of a giggly mess despite not being tickled for nearly as long. He put her down onto her feet. “There. Should we make it a tie?” He asked, holding his hand up.
Abby nodded her head and gave him a high five. With that set in motion, Mike started to collect his stuff and take Abby out to the car. Funnily enough, the animatronics had tickled him up until his shift had ended.
And by the time Mike had pulled into the driveway, Abby was sound asleep against the car door with a mauve blanket being used as a pillow.
hello! I was wondering if you have any headcanons for mike and abby? (from the fnaf movie)
hey hey hey!! tbh i'm surprised i haven't thought more about this but i defo have a few ideass
MIKE:
a pretty even switch, doesn't lean to one side over the other
mostly tickles Abby ofc, mainly to cheer her up if she's feeling lonely
he's a pretty quiet ler, doesn't say too much but has the most mischievous smile ever
ofc he's a great ler he's an older brother what did you expect
a big raspberry blower, loves how much they make Abby squeal and laugh because he thinks it's the best sound in the whole wide world
his stubble would make it 100x worse help
as a lee he's also pretty quiet, this man tries so hard not to laugh like his life depends on it but always fails every time
pretty much only ever tickled by Abby, although Vanessa did accidentally brush against his side once when they were passing each other in a narrow hallway at Freddy's and he jumped out of his skin (she still has no idea what happened)
has quiet, breathy chuckles and laughs, but will legit squeal if you get him in a bad spot (eg: his shoulder blades which Abby thinks is hilarious)
he doesn't hate them but he'd never admit that. ever. not even on his deathbed.
ABBY:
another solid switch, but is lee leaning because of Mike
loves tickles and finds them super fun, she likes laughing and making other people (Mike) laugh
won't ask for them straight out, but she'll sit next to Mike on the couch and stretch and sigh really dramatically to which her brother just laughs and wrecks her
probably has ticklish ears because adorable!!
not many people know how she's able to tickle Mike so easily to bits but she just kinda does, she's gotten scarily good at it and he just doubles over immediately
definitely laughs along with Mike while she's tickling him as she rarely gets to hear his laugh and i think both of their laughs are pretty contagious
it always makes her super happy to see her brother relax even for just a few minutes
and that's that!! i hope you like them, anon and whoever may view this post!
Summary: Mike had begun feeling confident that he’s now able to resist his brother’s tickling better than he could before, and decided to be all smug about it. …But is this true? Steven finds out via a little game they used to play.
this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!
warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!
enjoy!
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“If I have to tell you this again, then I will—it won’t work on me as much anymore, bro!” Mike exclaimed, crossing his arms as he walked to the living room with his brother.
His smug attitude had gotten Steven feeling suspicious of his words, and whether it was true or not, he knew that not everyone randomly stops being ticklish. Despite this, Mike still attempted to convince him.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t easily buy it.
“Sure, feel free to prove it whenever you want… by flailing like a Magikarp once I get close to a real bad spot of yours.” Steven snickers at the memory he mentioned.
The older brother dramatically gasps. “How dare you! I don’t do that anymore either, you doofus!” He replied in a jokingly insulted tone, giving his younger brother a poke on the side.
“Ay! Yohou’re the doofus.” The long-haired man returns the favor.
“I am nohot!”
“Whatever you say, Mikey.”
Once the two came near the soft crimson red couch in front of them, Steven looks down at the brown-haired trainer with a smirk as if he predicted he would begin hesitating, knowing whatever his brother has in store might unveil his lies.
Mike glances at him before lying down, his head now resting on the left arm. “So what’re we doing, exactly?”
“Just a question before we start,” he stares with a hidden mischievous look as he walks over to where Mike’s head laid, “you remember when we were like… young or somethin’, we used to play this game when one of us tells a lie and has to face ‘punishment’ if they don’t admit it?”
The memory was vague, but he did recall the one time when he ate some of Steven’s food from the refrigerator without realizing it belonged to him, and tried to make up a lie after he found out. However, that only resulted in being tickled during a game as said ‘punishment’.
A blush covered Mike’s face as he became embarrassed by the reminiscence, but he quickly shook it off to look determined. “Oh yeah, I think I do. You were soho mean for no reason when I only took a bite of the sandwich that… proobably belonged to you.” He chuckled.
“I was mean for a reason, and you’d know peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were my favorite!” The long-haired man booped his nose.
“No booping! Also, maybe you should’ve thought about putting a label on the bag to keep me reminded.” The short-haired explained, swatting away the finger before Steven booped his nose again just for the laughs.
…Okay, maybe he was right about that. Still shouldn’t have eaten his sandwich, though.
“Enough talk,” the brief sound of cracking fingers emits, “let’s get this started.”
Mike takes a small breath in and out as he prepares himself for the big challenge. If he wants to trick Steven into believing his false words, he’ll have to put in more effort to his plan than normal.
“But first, just in case you forgot; the rules are to keep your arms up for 2 minutes while I tickle you. If you tell the truth, I’ll stop.” Steven explained.
The brown-haired man scoffed. “Easy enough for me. I can take it.”
“There’s a twist, however…”
Mike raises his eyebrow. Since when was there a twist to the game rules?
“This time, you have to hold your laughter in until time runs out. If you fail to do that… well, you‘ll see.” The long-haired chuckled with a playful glint in his eye.
“…O-oh,” the brown-haired stutters. At this point, he regrets expressing his overconfidence.
“Alright, arms up.” Steven told.
Mike nods before raising his arms above his head, waiting for the inevitable as his brother sets the timer on his phone. Once he pushed the Start button, Steven now begins with gentle tickling, tracing shapes on the armpits.
Even though it wasn’t much, the flinching boy could feel giggles bubbling in his chest. Gentle tickles have never failed to make him let out a storm of giggles with a possible side of snorting, and this made it difficult for him to keep a straight face like nothing had any effect.
“What’s with the look on your face? You think even smiling can make you lose?” Steven chuckled, his fingers now scratching. “C’moon, lemme’ see it~!”
Mike’s breath hitched as he struggled to hold in the laughter like keeping a dam from bursting. If only his brother wasn’t so good at seeing through lies would he be able to get revenge without him tickling back.
But not everyone is also given the title of a lying master.
“D’aww~! Too ticklish for you, Mikey?” The long-haired champion teased.
Mike shook his head, his eyes shut tight as he resisted the sensation—he couldn’t let himself show any signs of nearly breaking, but the scribbling fingers had him show a squiggly smile for a split-second before reverting back to the face of desperation. “I think I saw a smile~”
The brown-haired shook his head in disagreement, but quivering movement from his arms say otherwise.
“You’re doing pretty well, Mike. You’ve only got…” He thinks before stopping his tickling to check the ongoing timer, allowing Mike to take the opportunity to catch a few breaths. A faint *click* sounded as the long-haired turned on his phone, watching the screen instantly change from pitch-black. “…One and twenty-two minutes.”
It didn’t sound too bad, but the brown-haired felt unsure if he was going to last that long enough to win, seeing that his brother might have a few tricks up his sleeve. His mouth opens to say something, until…
“Sneak attack!”
Those were the two words he heard before hysterical laughter suddenly came flowing out of his mouth as ticklish shocks went through his nerves. “Wh- EEEYAHahAHaHAHaA-! STEHEVEN, YOhoU *snort* TRihiHICKSTAHAHAHA!”
“‘Trickstah’? Is that a new Pokémon or something? Cause’ I ain’t one.” The long-haired champion snickered, his fingers clawing at his brother’s armpits before moving down to the ribs.
“THaHaT DOhOSEN’T- EYAHAHAHAHAA!” The brown-haired kicked his legs as he cackled, now unable to say anything else other than just laugh. Steven usually doesn’t check the timer because, well, that would give Mike a slight chance of succeeding.
His short-lasting suspicion was seemingly correct, but making an attempt to speak was not what he meant to do. But that’s what Steven probably expected to happen—he waited for him to drop his guard.
The former champion ceases his tickling, letting Mike breathe for a few minutes. “You alright?”
He nods, some leftover giggles still remaining due to the phantom tickles. “Ihi guess nohot everyone cahan be a good liar in one try or two.”
“So, you admit it?” Steven asked, stepping to the front of the couch. His older brother—hesitant on answering—stretches his arms for a second before moving his legs off to leave more room for him to sit.
The room went quiet as the long-haired trainer patiently awaited for a response. Mike wasn’t sure if he should say ‘yes’ or not, but the realization of what he said earlier made him reconsider his choice before he could screw something up again.
“…Yes,” he answers, “but I only lied because I thought pretending to not be ticklish would give me a chance to get you back.”
Oh, so that’s why! From all the times he’s won against his brother in tickle fights, he’s been planning his revenge by putting in effort into resisting his attacks—but alas, he had forgotten about his sneaky tricks that finally cracked him up.
An idea comes to mind when Steven had begun thinking of ways to make up for it as an apology.
“Tell you what,” he began, “I’ll let you have your little revenge for once.”
“Waitwait, huh?!” This caught the brown-haired brother by surprise. Was he actually giving him a chance, or did he hear him wrong? If his hearing wasn’t so good, then maybe so—but he wasn’t expecting this moment to occur.
Steven wheezed at his reaction. “Ihi mean, people sometimes have to be victorious at least once, and I’ve forgotten about that till now. Sorry if I was being unfair, Mikey.”
“No, it’s alright! You were just that good is all—plus, I even almost had you a few times.” He grinned, prodding at his younger brother’s side with his elbow.
“Whoahahaho, hehey! Well, yohohou’ve got mehe now,” he laughs before striking back with a clawed hand to Mike’s stomach, “but that doesn’t mean you’re free to get away without punishment!”
“*snort* SteheHEEvehen, nOhoho!” Mike squealed as he gets caught off guard by the sudden tickling.
“Steven, yeHEhehes-! Ohohoh, noho you dOHOHON’T-!” The feeling of ticklish vibration took over the nerves of his ribs when the brown-haired brother took the chance to strike, causing him to nearly collapse onto the cushions.
Without a second to waste, Mike continues his revenge, digging into his younger brother’s lower ribcage with a victorious grin on his face. “Mwahahahaa!” He evilly laughed. “Gotcha’ now, lil’ bro~!”
“Ahahahalright, ahalrihihight, IHI gihive- MIHIHIKE!” Steven yelped.
The former champion grabs Mike’s arms in an attempt to move his hands away—however, this resulted in leaving his underarms unprotected for him to go for next.
Noticing this, the brown haired smirked, letting Steven do his thing as if he listened to his pleas before swiftly lunging his hands at the underarms the second he let go to begin scribbling. “You give? Oh, but Steven, I’ve only just started~!”
The long-haired threw his head back as he howled with laughter, slowly becoming incapable of saying any more begs. It almost seemed like his skills were brought over to Mike, because he was surprisingly good at this already!
…Or perhaps it’s just his mischievous side finally showing itself once he decided to let him tickle him as an apology.
Actually, at this point, it’s more than just an apology gift.
It’s a gift of brotherly love—letting Mike get his deserved revenge made things a bit more fair for him. Steven didn’t really see how playful he could be anyway.
The ticklish sensation comes to a halt as Mike stopped to let his taller brother breathe for air, thinking he’s had enough for now. Steven hugs his own sides while his residual giggling took the time to eventually stop.
“You okay, Steven? I must’ve gotten you real good.” Mike asked, chuckling before helping Steven back up from the cushions.
“Mhm. I ain’t dead.” He nods, ensuring him that he didn’t go overboard. “Didn’t expect you to go all out though.”
“You should’ve, because when I see an opportunity, I take it and don’t hold back on it! Kinda like what happened with me and Gold,” the short-haired explains.
The long-haired could only imagine whatever sneaky surprises he pulled on Gold that day, but they’d be somewhat embarrassing to think about due to Mike having to be so teasy.
“..Sooo, wanna watch some TV?” His thoughts were interrupted once Mike spoke as he grabbed the remote that was next to the lamp and his phone on the tall stool table.
Steven moves back up from the cushions. “Sure, but I’m choosing what we’re watching since you still lost the game.”
Mike’s face went from nothing but a blank expression to a flabbergasted look upon hearing those words, his head slowly turning to the former champion before exclaiming: “You never mentioned anything about that!”
The long-haired wheezes at the reaction before reaching for the held remote. But Mike moves it farther enough to where he couldn’t snatch it whilst complaining about his suspected lie.
“I can’t believe you have the gall to say that you’re choosing what to watch after I lose, even though you said I’d be punished if I didn’t tell the truth!”
“Ihihi’m sohorry, buhut we’ve both had enough tickles for today! I promise I’ll give it back, though!”
Mike takes a moment to think about what he said before coming to his decision. “…I guess I’ll believe you. We do need a small break anyway,” he says, giving the remote to the former champion.
With a push on the red power button, the TV turned on. Steven begins going through different sorts of channels to find the one he’s looking for with the old shows while his arm was put around Mike, who—with a mischievous smile—looked like he was gonna be getting it back one way or another.
In the Fnafnations AU: Jeremy and Mike are getting drunk together, with Doll Schmidt being their 'babysitter' for the night. The whole evening turns into a roller coaster of emotions and silliness.
Warning: This fic shows drunken things happening. If you are triggered by the idea of drinking or someone getting drunk, then please click off now. Cause though this is fluffy drunkenness, seeing the type of alcohol could be enough to trigger a person. So please...keep this in mind, and either read on, or click off. I have millions more FNAF fanfics that DON'T involve drunkenness, so enjoy those instead.
This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user! I hope you enjoy!
Jeremy and Mike were both chuckling and giggling like little toddlers, while Doll was keeping an eye on the two boys. They were drinking and hanging out together on both their days off. Mike had put down his shot glass a while ago, having downed 4 shots of the Laird’s Straight Apple Brandy™ already. And he was moderately drunk by this point. Jeremy had drank roughly the same amount, but is somewhat shorter than Mike. So if anything, Jeremy is the slightest bit more drunk than Mike. And Doll…well…
Doll’s the babysitter for this afternoon.
“Hey. Hey Jeremy. How many fingers am I holding up?” Mike asked, holding up both index fingers, both thumbs, both middle fingers and one pinky.
“Mmmmmmm…fffffive?” Jeremy asked.
Mike turned his wrists around and looked at his own fingers. “No, it’s 6!” Mike replied. “How could you not see that?”
Jeremy waddled himself up to Mike and grabbed his hands. “Lemme show you.” Jeremy said before trying to touch Mike’s thumb with his index finger. “Oooone.” He said, before moving onto Mike’s Index finger. “Twoooo.” He completely skipped the middle finger, and moved to Mike’s pinky. “Threeeee.”
“You skipped the middle finger.” Mike told him.
“The middle finger’s innnnappropriate.” Jeremy told him. “It’s ruuuude.” Jeremy whined.
Mike giggled and put up his middle finger. “You mean this?”
Jeremy stared at the middle finger…and looked at Mike with the most hurt, sad little look on his face. And then…He started wailing and crying. He covered up his face with his hands and sobbed loudly. “MIIIIIIIKE!” Jeremy whined before squeezing his eyes shut and crying.
Mike widened his eyes and looked at Jeremy with shocked eyes. He slowly lowered his middle finger down onto the fist. “....Shit.” He said. “Wait NO-”
Jeremy literally WAILED at an even higher octave upon hearing Mike swear. “DOOOOOOLL! MIIIKE’S SWEARIIING!” Jeremy cried, his cheeks quickly being drenched in tears.
“Come here, Jeremy. Come here.” She gently wrapped her arms around Jeremy and rubbed his back as he sobbed.
Doll looked at Mike with an angry glare. “Apologize to Jeremy.” She told him.
Mike widened his eyes. “What?!” Mike reacted. “But…But he-”
“But nothing! Apologize now.” Doll ordered.
Mike sighed. “I’m sorry I gave you the middle finger.” Mike told Jeremy.
Jeremy whined into her shoulder, trying to say something back, but utterly failing because of his mouth being shoved so deeply into her shoulder. “Mmm mmmfmmm mphhmmfmmfmmmphmm.” Jeremy kept whining.
Doll snorted and bursted out laughing. “Whohohoa! Dohohoes thahat mean you forgive him?!” Doll reacted.
“Mmphmmm! MmmfmmphmmmMphm?” Jeremy asked.
Doll was tittering at this point. “Your mumbling and whining is getting stupid hilarious.” Doll told him.
Mmmmphmmphmmm. Pfffbfbbfffbfbfbbb.” Jeremy blew a raspberry onto her shoulder, before throwing his head back and giggling.
Doll bursted out laughing. “DIhihid yohou just blow a raspberry on my shoulder?!” Doll reacted. “HAhahahaha! Whyhyhyhy?!” Doll asked next.
“Because I’mmm huuuumerus~” Jeremy said, poking Doll’s shoulder slightly too hard.
Mike facepalmed his forehead. “Goddammit.”
“Whaaat?” Jeremy turned around and walked up to Mike. “Can’t get to maaah level?” Jeremy asked.
Mike looked down at Jeremy. “You realize you’re 5ft 6, right?” Mike asked.
Jeremy blinked. “Wha?”
“And I’m 5ft 8?” Mike asked.
“Are ya now?” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah…I am.” Mike replied, as-a-matter-of-factly.
“I can make ya giggle like a gorilla.” Jeremy said with a smirk. “Or…”
Mike closed his eyes. “Don’t.”
“A…” Jeremy kept going.
“Don’t you dare.” Mike warned.
“...G-Giggle-rilla?” Jeremy said with an overly enthusiastic smile.
Doll sighed and rubbed her nose.
“First of all…Gorilla’s don’t laugh.” Mike told him.
“Aaare you surrrrre?” Jeremy asked, wiggling his fingers at Mike. “Cause I think this gorilla doesssss~” Jeremy teased.
Mike yelped and backed up. “Jeremy, think of what you’re doing.” he warned.
“Oh come on, Mike. Every gorilla loves to laugh! Everybody knows that!” Doll teased. “Speaking of laughing, go for the belly button or the neck. His neck is SUPER ticklish.” Doll added.
“DOLL!” Mike yelled.
“What?! It’s true!” Doll put her hands up for mercy.
Jeremy looked at Doll. “Ahand how do you know alllll that? Have youuu tickled him there before?” He asked.
Doll rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have. For years now.” She told him.
“Wait…years?” He clarified. “H-How long have you two been married again?” Jeremy asked.
Doll raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You don’t remember our wedding?” Doll asked, looking at Mike and winking.
Jeremy thought for a moment…and then widened his eyes. “OH YEAH! I do nooow! You were so pretty in your dreeeeess!” Jeremy reacted. “And Mikie over here-” Jeremy walked up and grabbed Mike’s middle, pulled Mike closer to his own chest before uncovering and wiggling a finger into Mike’s belly button. “He looked SOOO handsome in his suuuiit!” Jeremy teased.
Mike wheezed and hung his head down laughing almost right away. “DUHUHUHUDE! Whahat ahare you tahahalking abohohout!?” Mike asked.
“That beauuuutiful suit! With the flower bouquet right about heeeeere.” Jeremy told him, moving his tickling finger up to poke the right side of his chest. “And the navy blue suit! With-With the tie custom-made from a lay-layered piece of Doll’s dreeesss!” Jeremy teased before tickling his belly button again. “I wish Iiii had thaaaat.” Jeremy said, giggling.
Mike laughed and shook his head. “Whahahat ahahare yohou-” Mike SCREAMED as he felt someone blow a raspberry onto his neck. “JEHEHEREMYYYYY!” Mike shouted.
“Whaaaat? Ihihi dihid nothing!” Jeremy reacted, sounding quite genuine.
“Actually Mike…” Doll wrapped her arms around the far side of his neck and whispered something into his ear. Then, she removed her face from his ear. “It was me who blew that raspberry.” She told Mike proudly.
“Yeheah! Why’re you out blamin’ meee?”Jeremy asked.
“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohow Doll was thehehere.” Mike admitted.
“I was just too quiet for Mike’s old ears to hear.” Doll teased.
Mike looked at Doll. “What are you talking about?! I’m two years older than you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! NOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHeheheherries!” Mike shouted, unable to curl his neck.
“Is Mikie-Wikie too tickwish?” Jeremy asked, poking the spot on Mike’s neck that Jeremy had just blown into.
“YEHEHEHESS!” Mike yelled back, shaking his head wildly while pulling and struggling to get out of the clutches of the drunk tickle monster.
“And does Mikie-Wikie wike de tickles?” Doll asked, before blowing the next raspberry.
“Yehes- I-MEAN-NOOO! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike cackled, hanging his head again.
Jeremy gasped and squealed like a little kid. “You like it?! Like, you-you actually like it?!” Jeremy asked.
“He loves it! Always has! He’s actually asked me to tickle him before.” Doll told him.
“HE HAS?!” Jeremy reacted.
“Yes! And YOU KNOW he likes it when he’s actually asking for it.” Doll added.
“YOHOHOU TWOHOHO ARE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Mike yelled at them.
“I know. Aren’t I a mean, evil buwwy?” Jeremy teased.
“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHAHARE!” Mike yelled back.
Jeremy rolled his eyes and blew another raspberry onto his neck.
Mike SCREAMED and bursted out cackling right away. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Plehehehehease!” Mike begged.
Doll looked at Mike with slight worry. “Do you need a break?” Doll asked.
Mike nodded as his giggles grew more high-pitched and squeaky.
Jeremy and Doll backed up a bit, taking their hands off Mike and letting him breathe again. He breathed somewhat heavily as he tried to recover again. “Thahank you. Thank you.” He said.
“No problem, sweetheart.” She replied.
“No biggie, Mikie!” Jeremy replied happily.
Mike looked up at Jeremy and Doll with a wide smile. He let out a breath. “Alright. I’m ready now. Again!” Mike declared.
“Again? Already?!” Doll reacted.
Jeremy dropped his jaw. “Wait-…But how?!” He asked. “That wasn’t ev’n two minutes! You’re already ready for more?!” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah! Here: I’ll make it easier on you two.” Mike laid himself down onto the carpet and opened his arms up. “Okay. Now I’m ready.” Mike told him.
Doll bursted out laughing at Mike’s persistence. Jeremy just squealed like a little girl again, and happily danced his fingers all over Mike’s belly.
Mike jumped and arched his back, unintentionally bringing his belly closer to Jeremy.
“Why thank you for the help, Mike! But I think I can reach your belly on mah own.” Jeremy teased before sticking his tongue out between his teeth.
“Shuhuhuhush.” Mike whined, covering up his face with his hands.
“Awww! You’re getting all reeeed! I can eeeeven see some blushy red all over your bewwy!” Jeremy teased, lifting up his shirt to show him the slight redness to Mike’s belly.
Mike yelped. “Red?! On my belly?!” Mike asked, sitting up to cover up his belly.
“...Well if you cover up your belly, no one will be able to see it.” Jeremy told him.
“Good!” Mike replied.
“Good?! Do you realize how cruel you’re being?!” Jeremy asked.
“I’m not being cruel. I’m being protective.” Mike told him.
“And here I thought you wanted to be tickled.” Doll teased.
“I do, but…but-”
Jeremy gently tackled Mike’s upper body back down to the carpet and uncovered Mike’s belly. Jeremy held Mike’s hands above his head, before the brown-haired boy blew a raspberry onto Mike’s belly.
“Wait WAIT- OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike shouted.
“A bit ticklish~?” Jeremy teased.
“YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THIHIHIS!” Mike yelled back.
“Yeah…I dooo.” Jeremy teased before stopping and letting go of him. Mike covered up his face with his hands all over again, and curled up into the fetal position. But a few seconds later, Mike uncovered one of his eyes by moving two of his fingers apart. “Are…Aren’t you gonna do something?” Mike asked.
Doll and Jeremy both busted a gut laughing at Mike’s genuine, tiny response.
“Yohohou ahahare suhuch a goofy meatball!” Jeremy yelled.
Doll’s cackles went up another octave. “SAHAYS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT WE WERE MARRIED!” Doll yelled.
Jeremy giggled, before looking at Doll with shock. “Wait, what?!” Jeremy asked.
“Just because you have memories of a wedding, doesn’t mean it was my wedding.” Doll told him.
Jeremy blinked as he stared at Doll. He looked at Mike desperately for clarification.
“We haven't gotten married yet. We’re still in the dating stage.” Mike told him.
“B-But the-” Jeremy sat himself down, in shock by the whole thing. “B-B-But- You two are so PERFECT together!” Jeremy whined.
“We’re just…not at that stage yet, Jeremy.” Mike told him.
Doll looked down for just a second, before smiling. “Not quite yet. But we don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon either.” She said.
“......Okay.” He said somewhat sadly. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled.
Mike shook his head and hugged him. “It’s okay. We find it funny, actually. And we know you’re gonna find it funny when you’re hung over and sober.” Mike told him.
Jeremy giggled. “And you’re also gonna find it funny when I tell you how excited you were about me and Doll tickling you again.” Jeremy teased, poking his chest.
“Now now, don’t make me tickle you back.” Mike warned.
“Ooooh! Is Jeremy ticklish? Spill the tea!” Doll asked.
“Oh! I’ll gladly spill!” Mike started skittering his fingers in his armpits. “Armpits are a-”
“BAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Jeremy shouted loudly.
“...Very ticklish spot.” Mike finished. “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Do you wanna help me?” Mike asked his girlfriend.
Doll proudly walked up and knelt down. “I would love to.” She said before blowing a raspberry onto Jeremy’s covered belly.
“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy yelled.
Doll laughed and shook her head. Another tickle fight starts up by the mostly drunk trio. But Doll knows they all needed it. Work is stressful…especially when your boss and his creations are trying to kill you every shift. But being able to get moderately drunk and just have fun, has become a huge blessing from god himself.
So please, let the tickle fights continue!
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Also...I want to say something: Today is the 3rd anniversary of starting up my Tumblr account. And MY GOD, DID IT GROW. I still can't believe that on January 14, 2020...3 years ago...I had decided to make this Tumblr account to open up my fanfics to a bigger audience. And now 3 years later, I will reveal what I was doing when I made it:
I was sitting on the toilet, taking a shit and reading my earliest Jacksepticeye Egos fanfics on my phone. And...I decided that going to Tumblr, would greatly help me open up to the tickle community! They say the best thoughts come when you're alone, stuck on the toilet, and contemplating life. But...I DID NOT EXPECT THIS ACCOUNT TO GET THIS BIG! I'm almost at 900 followers!!! I- I don't understand. And I probably never will.
So...know that this person was literally shitting while making the well-known Tumblr account known as TrashySwitch.
Mike Schmidt and Jeremy Bond over the fact that both of them worked part-time for a week, at a Pizzeria run by Freddy Fazbear Entertainment.
I was inspired by a friend to try branching away from the Afton's this time. So, I spent around 3 hours looking up other FNAF characters' statistics and stuff...
Let's just say: The Five Night's at Freddy's Franchise is even MORE CONFUSING THAN EVER!
But, I can't change that. So, I'm choosing to take advantage of a Fanon headcannon! (Mike and Jeremy are best friends)
DISCLAIMER: A bit of mild language.
Jeremy and Mike met each other during Jeremy's work week at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. When Jeremy was leaving Wednesday morning at 6AM, Jeremy had walked out the door to find a man standing outside, staring at the new pizzeria joint. Recognizing the security outfit from his own experience, Mike asked Jeremy about the job and brought up his own experiences. So, instead of sleeping the day away (Which was his original plan), Jeremy invited Mike to go buy a soda with him.
Before they knew it, they became quick friends.
Over the years, they leaned on each other to mentally deal with their weird, and eventually quite terrifying, job experiences. When the company was hit with missing/murder charges, Jeremy and Mike talked each other through the terrifying nightmare, that was child murderers in animatronic costumes/children being stuffed in the animatronic robots. Once in a while, to cope with the experiences and make light of it, they would make silly jokes while they talked.
One day, Jeremy and Mike were walking around Mike's neighborhood, each holding a take-out cup of coffee. It was somewhat peaceful just walking on the sidewalks, listening to the spring birds singing and watching them fly from tree to tree.
"Hey Mike?" Jeremy called calmly.
"Yeah?" Jeremy replied.
"Which animatronic was your favorite when you were younger?" Mike asked.
Jeremy chuckled. "You seriously don't remember? I've told you so many times! It was Chica." Jeremy replied.
"Why though?" Mike asked.
"I don't know. I like yellow, and Chica's a yellow chicken. Plus, she's the one that holds the cute, pink cupcake!" Jeremy explained.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that cupcake. I think it was actually named something...something that started with a C. Carly?" Mike attempted.
"Maybe?...No, Carl! That was its name! Carl!" Jeremy replied. "Oh! and the other reason I liked Chica, was because she was the only girl animatronic." Jeremy explained.
Mike laughed at the last remark. "Chica wasn't the only girl. There was Bonnie-"
"Bonnie was a male! He just...had a lot of 'robot make-up'." Jeremy replied, making quotation marks with his fingers. "Bonnie, playing his bright red electric guitar, looking like a drag queen back then." Jeremy joked, playing the air guitar to add to the humor.
"Wait, really? I don't really remember that part." Mike reacted.
"I'm just over-exaggerating a little bit." Jeremy mentioned.
"Alright...Since Chica was the only girl animatronic, did that influence your decision on which robot was deemed your favorite?" Mike asked.
Jeremy's eyes widened. He looked away quickly, as to not raise suspicion. "...What are you implying if it did?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh nothing." Mike replied, shutting his mouth with a smug look.
"You know what? No! We're having this conversation! What were you suggesting?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh I don't know...Have you heard of the term...'Furry' before?" Mike hinted.
Jeremy's jaw dropped. How DARE he?!
"Dude!" Jeremy yelled, lightly pushing him with a smile on his face. "What is wrong with you! I am NOT a furry! And I am CERTAINLY not in love with those creepy, toy-looking robots." Jeremy argued.
"Okay, okay. I believe you." Mike said, still wearing his smug look. Jeremy narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Something tells me you don't..." Jeremy suspected.
Mike raised his eyebrows. "Are you suggesting I SHOULDN'T believe you?" Mike asked.
"Wha-NO, I'M saying that your freaking eyebrows were telling me a different story!" Jeremy reacted.
"Oh...were they now?" Mike asked in a smug voice, before making waves with both his eyebrows.
Jeremy chuckled in both amusement and frustration. "Do you want a punch to the face?" Jeremy warned.
"Oh please!" Mike exclaimed, pinching Jeremy's bicep muscles with his right arm. "Where's the muscle? I don't feel any muscle." Mike joked.
"I may not have arm muscles, but I can skill kick your ass!" Jeremy shot back.
"How? You kinda need arms, in order to do any sort of fighting..." Mike mentioned.
"How about this: Let's stick a pin into this conversation, and open it back up when we get to your house. Alright?" Jeremy suggested.
Mike rolled his eyes with a smile, but nodded in agreement. "Okay. The conversation's been pinned." Mike replied.
The boys decided to take a side road, to head back to Mike's house. After another 10 minutes or so of walking, they finally arrived back to Mike's house. Mike and Jeremy walked up the driveway, and up the stairs to the door. Mike pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. After removing the key and opening it up, both men walked into the house and closed the door behind them. Unbeknownst to Mike, Jeremy had already been spending the 10 minute walk trying to come up with a plan. By the time they reached the house, Jeremy was ready.
"Okay. I'm pulling the pin out. Let's figure out who can beat the other in a match." Mike decided.
Jeremy walked towards each other. They cracked their knuckles as they stood, getting ready to fight each other. In the background, energetic music played to intensify the moment. Both men readied themselves, and waited for the countdown.
3!
2! Both men clicked the 2 button...
1!
GO!
And, they're off! Both men managed to get the extra boost, and were zooming down the raceway. The selected track for this game, was Luigi Circuit. Though Mike managed to completely miss the question mark power ups, Jeremy successfully got a power up! On the top left side of Jeremy's screen, the cube spun, revealing all the power ups he could get. He ended up getting a banana!
"Aw, come on! Banana's suck! Whatever." Jeremy commented, before clicking the button to get Luigi to throw the banana.
As you probably would've guessed by now: The boys were playing Mario Kart Wii for their competition! Whoever got at least 2 wins against their opponent, was deemed the winner.
"What?! Bowser, get outta here!" Jeremy shouted at the CPU who just passed him.
Mike (King Boo) quickly began to catch up, thanks to the speed boosts littered all over the track. Mike passed baby daily, Wario and Birdo, quickly putting him in 4th place.
Soon, both men passed the finish line again. Lap 2! Both men managed to get a power up each, this time! Mike got a shrinking power up, while Jeremy got a red shell!
Mike activated his power up almost immediately.
"Hey! Who made everyone small?!" Jeremy asked. Suddenly, as if the game was deliberately answering his question, a large King Boo drove past the tiny Luigi.
"Aww! Look at the wittle tiny Luigi." Mike teased.
Jeremy smirked and waited for his character to grow bigger again. Once his character grew back to his normal size, Luigi threw the red shell at King Boo.
"Suck on that, Mike!" Jeremy yelled.
"Ha! Says the character with the ghost vacuum." Mike replied with a smug face.
"I- HEY!" Jeremy yelled, elbowing Mike in the arm.
"Oh, you wanna play THAT game, huh?" Mike asked, elbowing Jeremy back.
"Yeah! Fight me bro!" Jeremy yelled.
Mike shrugged his shoulders. "You asked for it..." Mike replied before tackling the man down.
"Mike! Get off me! OHOHOW! YOUR ELBOWS ARE JABBING INTO ME!" Jeremy shouted, attempting to push Mike off him.
As Jeremy tried to push at him, Jeremy accidentally squeezed his side while he was pushing against it with his hand. This caused a sudden jolt and a short spurt of laughter to leave his mouth. Jeremy paused his actions for a split second, and looked at Mike with a smug, suspicious glare. "What are you laughing at? Is squishing me considered funny to you?" Jeremy asked.
"Kinda, yeah. Your body is just so tiny and squish-able!" Mike teased, squeezing Jeremy's side.
"Dohohon't you eheven tryhyhy tihihicklihihing me, you bahahahastahahard!" Jeremy warned through his giggles, before giving Mike a few squeezes and pokes back.
"AAAAH! Nohohohoho! Quihihit thahahat! Dohohon't yohohohou eheheven ahahahattempt ihihit! I am much bigger, and stronger than you. I could RUIN YOU-" Mike warned. Unfortunately for Mike, Jeremy moved his fingers up to his bottom ribs, and began tweaking and digging into them. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAH! NO! JEREMY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mike bursted out, falling beside his friend.
"I think you keep on forgetting what tiny people are capable of. I can climb all over you and destroy you!" Jeremy mentioned as he jumped onto his best friend to dig his fingers into the farthest side of Mike's ribs.
"DAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mike shouted, pausing his squirming to just let out all the laughter in his lungs. Jeremy's smile began to grow wider as he tickled him. Jeremy just adored Mike's laugh! It was so bubbly and fun to hear. There had been times in his life where Mike would laugh out loud for a good 5 minutes, and Jeremy would just be over the moon to hear his laugh. It was really contagious, and usually made Jeremy laugh along with him. When they first met, Jeremy would use as many stupid or funny jokes on him, just to hear Mike's laugh. It was kind of silly in a way. Is it normal to appreciate a person's laugh that much? Or is it weird? Jeremy wasn't really sure. So, the best thing Jeremy decided to do with it, was to just enjoy the laughter for as long as it lasted. Jeremy had drifted off into a daydream amidst the fight. He was so deep into the trance, that he didn't even realize what was going on in front of him!
Meanwhile, Mike had decided to take advantage of Jeremy's dreamy state, to tickle him back.
Suddenly, Jeremy knocked himself out of dreamland with his own bout of laughter! By the time Jeremy found out what was going on, Jeremy was giggling and laughing under Mike's wiggly fingers.
"Hehehehehehehe! Mihihihike! Cohohohome ohohohon!" Jeremy giggled.
"What do you mean 'come on'? You were the one who lost his concentration in the middle of beating me! I'm just getting my revenge now." Mike teased.
"Ihihihi dihihidn't mehehehehean tohohoho!" Jeremy mentioned.
"Well obviously, you didn't. I don't think you could've controlled it! But, I'm still gonna make you regret it." Mike replied with a wink.
Mike shoved his hands into Jeremy's armpits next. Jeremy gasped and squealed before rolling into a fit full of laughter. "NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIT'S TOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy shouted.
"Hahaha! This is awesome! Now, how would you feel if I just..." Mike asked, drifting off as he lifted Jeremy's arm above his head.
"Nonononono! Don't you even TRY TO DOTHATPLE-EEEEEAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHO!" Jeremy screamed.
Mike jumped and retreated his hands out of pure panic. "I'm not killing you! I swear, I'm not killing you!" Mike reacted, putting his hands up in arrest.
"Yohohohou wehehere clohohohose..." Jeremy warned.
"Oh really? Well, now I wanna tickle you more." Mike reacted before shoving his fingers into Jeremy's armpits again.
"WAHAHAHAHAIT! NO! MIKE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Jeremy shouted.
"Please? Please what? Please tickle you more? Gladly!" Mike replied smugly as he lifted Jeremy's arm up and wiggled his fingers on Jeremy's exposed armpit.
"MIKE! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOHOHOHOU! DOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy shouted before dissolving into endless hysterical laughter.
Mike began to giggle along with Jeremy. He was enjoying this way too much...But, who cares? Mike certainly didn't! He liked bringing Jeremy down to just a puddle of laughter. Normally, that involved a really good story. Today though, it was achieved through simple play-fighting.
After another minute of tickling his armpits, Mike brought his hands down to his sides again, to let him breath more. Jeremy happily took in as much air as he could, and allowed himself to still giggle through the tickly squeezes on his sides. It was a more comfortable laughing pace. It felt better to laugh lightly, than to laugh hysterically.
So, Jeremy decided to get Mike laughing as well. Jeremy ran his fingers around Mike's sides for a bit. When he felt curious, Jeremy reached his hand under Mike's shirt and discovered something new: Mike's pretty ticklish on his belly! Specifically, his belly button! Jeremy gladly took advantage of it, and listened to Mike's inner music, that was his laughter.
Jeremy's smirk began to widen, as he swirled his finger inside Mike's belly button. "Is someone a little ticky-ticky-ticky-ticklish?" Jeremy teased.
Mike's face almost immediately began to glow a red hue. "SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!" Mike spat.
Jeremy gasped. "Is Mike a little flustered? Is Mikey-Wikey getting flustered from the ticky-ticky's on his belly button?" Jeremy teased, treating him like a toddler.
Mike was slowly going insane. Teasing his belly button?! Talking to him like a TODDLER?! UH...NO THANK YOU! MIKE IS AN ADULT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
"Quihihihit teheheheasihihing mehehehe! Ihihi'm nahahahat a chihihihihild!" Mike shot back at Jeremy. Before Jeremy could do anything else, Mike had grabbed Jeremy's upper arms and pulled him down onto Mike's lap! Mike sat up and flipped Jeremy over onto his back, before experimentally digging his fingers into Jeremy's ribs.
"NAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOH, YOHOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUHUCK SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Jeremy shouted.
"Wow! You're entire upper body is ticklish! And not just a little ticklish, but SUPER ticklish! We'd better make sure no animatronics find out about this." Mike suggested.
"WHAHAHAHAHAT?! WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOHOHOU TAHAHAHAHALKIHIHING ABOHOHOHOUT?!" Jeremy asked through his hysterical laughter.
"Didn't you hear? The animatronics are able to scan kids and make comments on certain objects and decorations now. For example: the patterns on your shirt!" Mike explained, poking the stomach underneath Jeremy's shirt.
Jeremy's eyes visibly widened, as he bit his lip.
"One of them might scan your body up and down, up and down, up and down..." Mike teased, pointing his index finger at Jeremy as he raised and lowered it to imitate the scanning. "-And they may find out some pretty interesting information:" Mike added as he lowered his hand down to Jeremy's stomach. Next, Mike focused his eyes on a specific tickle spot before lifting his head up and leaning his head in towards Jeremy's head.
"Mr. Security Guard?" Mike asked, in a silly Freddy voice that somewhat resembled Goofy's voice. "You have some very sensitive spots on your body. Are you ticklish?" Mike (Freddy) asked. Despite the small bits of nervous panic going through Jeremy's head, his body began betraying him by instinctively making him smile and giggle like a complete goof. So, Mike began poking, squeezing, and wiggling his fingers on Jeremy's stomach, ribs, and sides.
"DOHOHOHOHON'T! IHIHIHIT'S NAHAHAHAT FUHUHUHUNNY! IHIHIHIHIT'S CREHEHEHEHEHEPPY!" Jeremy yelled back.
Mike smirked and resorted to his Freddy Fazbear voice again. "Don't worry! I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna tickle you a little!" Mike replied as he skittered his fingers higher up on Jeremy's ribs. "What's that saying again?...Oh yeah! Coochy-Coochy-Coo!" Mike teased in his Freddy voice.
Next, Mike left his right hand at his ribs, and brought his left hand down to his belly again. Jeremy's laughter turned into cackles rather quickly. "Hey kids! Look! This security guard is very ticklish!" Mike (Freddy) exclaimed. "Next thing you know, children are gonna come running over and cheer excitedly as they watch a security guard get tickled!" Mike reenacted. "They'll giggle at the security guard stuck in Freddy's tickle trap, and they'll even give their own little pokes as well!" Mike reenacted further, adding in little pokes everywhere he could reach to add to the silliness. "It will be such a giggly mess, that someone may have to turn the machine off!" Mike added.
Immediately after that part, Mike stopped his fingers and pulled them away from him. Jeremy just flopped himself onto the floor, breathing in as much air as he could.
Jeremy was just about done for. He couldn't even IMAGINE such an embarrassing thought! "Next thing you know: You're getting laid off by your supervisor for 'being too ticklish'. Like you can control that, of course..." Mike concluded. Jeremy rolled his eyes, but giggled at the silly conclusion.
"Shuhuhut uhuhup...Yohohou wohohouldn't behe ahahahable to suhurvihihihive either..." Jeremy replied.
"Mm...Maybe not...Maybe yes, though..." Mike replied.
Mike only continued to giggle as he laid there on the ground. Looking around the room, Jeremy couldn't help but notice the flashing Wii remotes. Looking up at the TV, Jeremy noticed that the TV was still on! The Race statistics were playing on the screen as well! Jeremy looked down the list of places, and looked at the statistics on the bottom:
