The Docler
Hello! Here’s another Creek fic for you! Hope you all like it!
After their one-sided tickle fight, Tweek was always a bit more leery of Craig. Sure, they still cuddled, and he hasn't been tickled since, but he was still on guard, just in case. But that's not all that he thought about. Revenge was very tempting. That's what you were supposed to do in tickle fights, right? Tweek knew that Craig was ticklish, but it was a matter of how. Direct attack would most likely end in hiccups. Tweek was too nervous to ask anyone else about the matter, so he turned to the internet for advice. He discovered something that...he didn't expect. He was only looking for a different way to get Craig back, but discovered something else...There was a whole community based around it! He read in awe about all the ins and outs of these people. They even had their own slang and terms! People made characters based around the idea, some people wrote stories, others made art, and some simply talked about it. And there were plenty of different ideas. Tweek read on and on, paying close attention to the words used, the methods used, and the tools involved. The idea that people were so obsessed with such a thing surprised him greatly...but it'd be his secret. He didn't need anybody else to know this information, this was his own info. Tweek spent the rest of that day grabbing as many tools as possible. He made a list, making sure to take every item he could find. He put them all in a box and hid it in his closet. Now, he needed his own persona. Most people on the internet did, so he wanted one too. He sipped his coffee at his desk, tapping his pencil against his desk. "Oh, man, why did I do this? So much pressure..." He muttered, almost regretting his decision. Then he pounded his fist on his desk. "N-No, Tweek! You can do this!" He thought for a while, deciding to turn back to the tickling community for inspiration. At first, there wasn't much luck. Some people had no personas, others were just plain animals or mythical creatures, even hybrids, but nothing he could act out. Then, he finally stumbled across some of the human personas. He looked around for a while, until perking up when reading about a certain doctor type character. "Oh, man, I can do such a great mad scientist impression!" Tweek smiled softly. He suddenly started cackling to himself, rubbing his hands together. "HhahahahahahMWAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed in his high pitched voice, his smirk big and evil. He then sat back down on his chair, sketching out a sloppy picture of what he wanted. "Perfect! Now I just need a lab coat and some fake glasses..." Tweek hopped down from his chair, dashing out of the door. He wasn't sure where he was going to get what he wanted, but he'd get it. Craig walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. He pulled his phone out, making sure Tweek hadn't texted back. Apparently, Tweek had gotten something really cool, and was very excited about it. Just the thought made Craig smile. Tweek was always to jittery, it was nice to see his energy was being put to some positive use. Craig knocked on the door, stepping back a few steps. Tweek's mother opened the door with a smile. "Hello Craig! Tweek has been really excited about you coming over today." She said. Craig walked up the stairs, pushing Tweek's door open. "Hey Twinkie, i'm here." He announced, pushing the door open. The room was dark, oddly enough. He felt around for the light on the wall, cursing to himself. Suddenly, something wrapped around Craig's mouth. He clawed at the hands, growling curses left and right as they struggled. Finally, something hit the back of his head, and he passed out. "Ugh..." Craig woke up groggily, his eyes reflexively squinting. A very bright light shown down directly onto his face. Craig tried to cover his face, but his hand was bound to...something. In fact, all of his limbs were, he'd realized. After a few seconds, the light was moved, revealing a figure above him. Craig started to shout, but found that he'd been gagged. This couldn't be right, Tweek would never do this! He growled, trying to demand where his boyfriend was, when the light was suddenly shown on the figure itself. Sure enough, it was Tweek. But he had these sciency glasses on, along with a small, white labcoat that held random items with pockets that were on the side. What was in the slots, Craig couldn't see. But Tweek's face and messy hair was unmistakable. Craig's eyes widened, with confusion more than anything. Tweek suddenly pulled out a clipboard, tapping a pen on it. "Yes, yes...Craig...that's you, right?" He scribbled something on the board, smirking. "Ah, yes...I apologize sir, but we had to take you in for emerganlee assistance, I hope you understand." He explained, though it only confused Craig even more than before. "As I see it, you've been brought in for an overly sensitive body, correct? You have a record of showing only one, but very severe example of lee behavior, and, as you know, we here must test upon these actions, to have a better understanding." Craig knew Tweek was a good actor, but, he was doing an oddly good job. Craig hardly recognized his voice. Tweek was handling his shakiness very well, and talking in a very sophisticated voice. But that didn't stop him from being nervous, wondering what the hell Tweek even meant. Tweek grabbed something that was in his coat, feeling of it. It was a small, white feather. It looked like something you'd use to make some sort of craft with. But by now, Craig was starting to catch on. He struggled a bit more, trying to apologize to Tweek through his gag to no avail. Tweek pushed Craig's shirt up, very lightly brushing the feather against Craig's side. Craig instantly started giggling, pulling desperately at his restraints. Tweek chuckled evilly at Craig's attempts to get away. "Aww, what's this? Mean ole' Craigy is a little ticklish, is he? Let's see how tough you are now!" He teased, flipping the feather over to dig into Craig's belly with the handle part. Craig's laugh got a little louder from behind the gag, struggling a bit more. "Coochi coochi coo! Who's a sweet, wittle, ticklish boy? I think that's you!" Tweek cooed. Craig couldn't even stand to look at Tweek when he teased. It was so embarrassing to hear that from someone other than his family members, and even then it was horrible. Craig tried to look up, but was instantly met with Tweek's teasing gaze. Tweek scribbled the feather in a few different places around his belly, lightly brushing it back and fourth. This was already too much for Craig to bear. It was like a bug you couldn't swat away, it was torture! Tweek pressed the hard end of the feather between Craig's ribs, which drove him mad with laughter, punching and kicking the air for some sort of freedom, to no avail. Finally, Tweek let up with the feather, tossing it behind him. Craig breathed as heavily as one could with that gag. He narrowed his eyes at Tweek, who still had that smug look on his face. "Sir, I am happy to announce that I have decided to remove your gag! But, you have to be quiet. Otherwise, the gag goes back on, along with more...harsh punishment." He chuckled evilly, rubbing his hands together. Craig rolled his eyes but nodded. Tweek carefully untied the cloth from behind Craig's head. "Tweek, you dirty-" "Ah ah! Quiet..." Tweek put a finger to his lips. He took out an electric toothbrush from his coat, turning it on. "Don't make me use this!" Tweek threatened. Craig shut his mouth, and Tweek turned the toothbrush off, setting on his nightstand. He hopped down off the bed, rummaging through his box. He tossed out different feathers, mostly to show off what he had, but then he found what he wanted. In a plastic bag were rings that had extended, sharp nails on the ends. They looked an awful lot like what The Coon used. He took them out and slipped them on, wiggling his fingers in midair. "Well well, my little guinea pig! Lookie what I get to try out!" Tweek turned, wiggling his fingers to Craig. "D-Dude, c'mon, I wasn't this mean to you!" Craig whispered, a bit scared Tweek might follow up on his promise. Tweek ignored him, running up and leaping onto the bed. Craig grunted as Tweek straddled his waist, waving his claw rings. "Ready? Remember, no loud noises!" Tweek reminded, and started up his torture again. First, he started at Craig's armpits, very lightly scratching the skin. Craig did his best to hold in his giggling, but it didn't do very much good. He chuckled, gritting his teeth. "Be quiet! No noises!" Tweek teased, dragging his nails back down to Craig's ribcage. He scrapped over each rib, spidering them very slowly between each one. This drove Craig INSANE, driving him to uncontrollable laughter. "Nonono, quiet, Craig!" Craig was trying to keep quiet, he really was. But, now he was getting a little louder, and finally blew it when Tweek reached his bellybutton again. He nearly squealed, which Tweek found very amusing. He laughed for a moment, but it sounded like Tweek, not this crazy doctor person. After he was done with that, he shook his head solemnly. "I'm afraid we had a deal, Craigy." Tweek said, wrapping the gag back around Craig's mouth. He grabbed the toothbrush and hopped off Craig's torso, walking down to the foot of the bed. Craig gasped to himself, tugging his ankles desperately for an escape. Tweek grabbed one of his feet, tugging off the shoe, then the sock, tossing them both on the floor. He flicked the toothbrush on, very gently placing it on Craig's sole. Craig had no chance at that point. He instantly went into hysterics, laughing very loudly through the cloth. He curled his toes, to try and have some form of protection. Tweek pressed the brush harder, causing more laughter to erupt from Craig, but soon heard what sounded like coughing, an unfortunate sign that it was time to stop. Tweek sighed, disappointed he wasn't able to get as much done as he wanted. But, there would be other appointments, he thought. He walked back up to Craig's face, which was red and tired. "Thank you for attending! I am The Docler!" Tweek announced. He grabbed all of his tools from the room and put them back in his box, shoving it into the back of the closet. He turned off his beside lamp, turning the overhead light back on. Craig didn't even seem to care much once Tweek untied him. He just laid there for a moment, catching his breath. But, then he glared back over at Tweek, his teeth bared. But Tweek just smirked, waving. "I'm sorry, but nobody's ever caught the Docler, and DON'T plan to start now. Later!~" And with that, Tweek ran for his life out of the room. Craig sat up, glaring. He wasn't sure how, but he was going to catch Tweek and put him in his ticklish place. He just needed to learn Tweek's secret...