I Saw Your Post And Automatically Came Here, The Truth Is I Would Like To Know About Your TADC Tickle

OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS SO CUTE!!

AND DID YOU SAY YOU MIGHT MAKE ART FOR ONE OF MY FICS?!?! I WOULD BE HONORED!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

I made some art :D

Based on the fic "Just say you're sorry" by @sunsetsandsunshine

Drawing Raph is so difficult for me, oh my gosh--

Imma be making art for a bunch of fics I like, so be on the lookout :D

(you're next @savemeafruitjuice and @rice-cake-teen10. That looks ominous LOL-)

Tickletober Day 2- Chase

Getting on my grind with each of these 😤

Lee: Raphael

Ler: Leonardo

TW!: None!

There is a spoiler for season 4, but it's really just a character, and doesn't have to do with any main plot of the show, so read at your own risk of spoilers if you haven't watched that far!

"Aww, c'mere little guy!"

Raph chased his pet turtle Chompy around the lair. Of course, it was to train him! If he would have any chance of survival in the real world, it's necessary to have stamina, strength, and fighting skills!

At least that's what he'd say if any of his brothers asked. Raph loved Chompy like his own son! Heck- he'd even been addressed as such multiple times. Anyways, he was.. training with the little turtle, taking tiny steps, as that was all it really took to keep up, and dropped to the floor, crawling slowly over to the smaller. He snatched Chompy up, holding him above his head and rising to his feet while the baby turtle squeaked happily. "Gotcha! You can't escape from me!"

FWISH..

The sai-user turned around, sensing someone behind him, but all he saw was the empty space of the lair. 'The lair.. empty?'

"AGHK- Wha-?"

Fingers had jabbed into his ribs, and in his surprise, had almost made him drop Chompy. He quickly adjusted to cradle him in his arm, spinning around just in time to see a flash of shadow. "Mikey? I swear to-"

The red-themed turtle was cut off, as his older brother was in front of him all of a sudden, sassily crossing his arms. "You did not think I was Mikey. He's nowhere near as stealthy as me!" Raph rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at seeing the face of his brother.

"Guess you've been lacking, huh, 'fearless leader'."

Leo scoffed. "Whatever. Just thought I'd keep you on your toes. There's a lot of creepy stuff around this time of year, you know.

"Don't be so cheesy, Leo."

"It's not cheesy, its true! I've even heard tell of a.. monster."

"..."

All of a sudden, the katana-user lurched forward, Raph quickly beginning to run to avoid a tackle. He yelped, looking behind him to see his brother wiggling his fingers at him. Nope. Not today.

The younger propelled himself forward, legs pumping as he made a bit of distance. He rushed into the kitchen, looking around for a means of escape. Except.. the kitchen only had one entrance. "Sewer apples.."

The next thing he knew, the eldest had rushed in, giving him just enough time to get to the other side of the table and hold Chompy in front of him like a weapon, as if that would do anything. "Care to know that monster's name?"

Raph shook his head. "No! I don't!" Leo began closing in, forcing his brother into the corner of the counter. Chompy was once again pressed against the chest of the younger as he jumped onto the countertop. "Leave me alone!"

The elder snickered, and closed the gap between them. A hand darted out to the shorter's side. Raph fell on his butt, now awkwardly pressed between the counter and the cabinet above him, holding his pet above his head. "Go away!"

"I guess I'll just tell you the monster's name.."

Raph tried kicking out, pressing against the corner to try and gain some momentum for his thrashing. Leo grabbed one of his legs, shoving it to the side as he pinned Raph's lower half down. "It's.." At this point, the katana-user had hoisted his own leg onto the counter, half straddling his brother.

"The tickle monster!"

The younger bucked violently as his underarms were attacked, one arm going to wrestle with the ones attacking him, while the other had to stay above his head, keeping Chompy safe. "Leheo! Stohop it, I'm gonna drop him!"

Leo only smiled. "Well then, you'd better keep your arm up."

Raph glared through his giggles, trying way too hard to stop laughing. Chompy, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life, eventually being taken from the red-themed turtle's hand, and placed gently next to the fridge, out of kicking range. With less to worry about, Leo wasted no time in shoving his hands back in his sibling's armpits, resulting in an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. "Kch-HAHAH! NohohOHO! IHI swehehEAR!"

"What's wrong? Too ticklish?~"

Leo kept teasing, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he tickled, fingers wiggling as fast as they could under clamped arms.

What neither of them expected, however, was for Raph to suddenly lurch up like Mikey hearing the word 'pizza', and go tumbling onto the floor. Leo had caught his arm, so his head didn't hit the ground, and immediately started cackling. "Rahahaph, noho way!"

The shorter groaned wholeheartedly, out of breath from the dive off the counter, as well as the tickles. "Shuhut ihit."

"Here, lehet me help you uhup.."

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Boy, this one was hard to write for no reason 😭 Whatevs, I'll get better with being able to fluently write for different versions like this.

I swear I love all of their work- it's so cute and well written!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2003 turtles tickle headcannons

Putting this under the read more because I kinda feel bad that this will be in the main tag.

Leonardo

Obligatory older brother tickle monster

He doesn't snap often. He doesn't tickle his siblings often. And that makes it worse. He strikes unexpectedly. You never see it coming.

He just absolutely adores tickling his brothers though. Just loves hearing their laughter and how silly it is. He's tickling them with a huge grin.

The one that Splinter tickles the most

Ultimate weak spot is under his chin. Which, thankfully, is a harder spot to reach.

The only one who's feather ticklish. A fact that the others happily poke fun of.

Raphael

The instigator of the most tickle fights. It claims it helps control his anger if he takes someone down by tickling them during a spar rather than getting worked up and upset.

His ultimate tactic is to pin the person down as quickly and harshly as he can so he can wreck them quicker.

He's conditioned his brothers into learning the difference between pinning during a spar and being pinned to be tickled within an inch of their lives.

He's the most paranoid of going too far so he can be sudden and aggressive but he stops the second he think they're uncomfortable.

Snorts. A lot.

Can't take what he dishes out.

Ultimate weak spot is probably his feet but a special mention should be his knees.

Donatello

If Raph starts the most tickle fights, then Donny is not far behind him.

Those two tickle each other the most. Out of them all. Not a week goes by without either of them tickling each other and launching an all out war. Tickling in the Splinterson household, is associated with those two.

Donny is great at scribbling and tickling. He typically goes with light tickling and it's enough to bring everyone down.

He tickles with the aim to shut people down.

Unfortunately, he is my favourite turtle from this iteration so that must mean he is the most ticklish. Sorry. I don't make the rules.

His sides are an ultimate killer.

Tears up really easily when being tickled.

Genuinely enjoys it.

Michelangelo

Who would've guessed, the prankster loudmouth has the most inventive creative ways to tickle.

Lots of raspberries.

Lots of gloating. So much teasing. Someone please shut him up.

He adores tickling Donny the most since he lights up bright red to his teasing.

If he could build a tickle machine then he would.

Ultimate spot is his sides as well. But it's a lot more evenly spread. He's evenly ticklish everywhere.

Big belly laughs when tickled.

Thrashes like he's dying any time someone gets close to him.

IS THIS HINTING AT ANOTHER TICKLE MACHINE?!?! 😱

GREAT JOB!!!! THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Try to Keep Your Arms Up

(Sfw tickling fic! Tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)

Leo and Donnie attempt the classic try to keep your arms up tickling game, but Donnie decides to make it even more difficult for his twin

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

“I bet you can't!”

“I bet I can!” Leo argued back, flicking Donnie on the forehead.

“Oh yeah? Try it then!” Donnie snarked, grinning.

“No! I already know I can!” Leo argued, crossing his arms and glaring.

“You failed all the time as kids! You're just scared.” Donnie teased, flicking Leo back on the forehead.

“I'm not scared!” Leo exclaimed, “I just. . .don't feel like it!”

“Sounds scared to me.”

“Fine!” Leo exclaimed, “But when I win, you have to let me draw your eyebrows however I want and you have to wear them like that for a month!”

“Deal, and when I win, you have to try out my next invention,” Donnie said confidently.

“I get two chances,” Leo bargained.

“Fine, but you can't put your arms down for more than thirty seconds and you have to go fifteen minutes,” Donnie said evilly, seeing Leo gulp nervously, “What? Scared?”

“I’m not scared! And I accept the deal!” Leo agreed, clasping Donnie's hand and shaking it.

“Great,” Donnie said evilly, immediately shoving Leo onto the floor of the lab and straddling his waist, “Keep your arms up, Lee.”

“Don't call me that,” Leo hissed, face already starting to tint a bit pink as he lifted his arms above his head slowly.

“Sure thing, Lee,” Donnie teased, starting to lightly poke at Leo's sides.

Leo squirmed, biting down on his lip to keep from giggling and forcing himself to keep his arms up as Donnie started poking a bit more around his plastron.

“You're doing well- sike!” Donnie exclaimed evilly, immediately tickling at Leo's ribs and making the slider shriek.

“YohohoHOHOOhoU suhuhUHUHUhuHuck!” Leo squealed, squirming around but managing to keep his arms up as he cackled, “DEEEHEHEHHE!”

“What!? Gonna give up already!?” Donnie challenged, snickering as Leo glared at him between cackles.

“NOHOHO-!” Leo squealed stubbornly as he squirmed and fought to keep his arms up.

“C'mon, Leee! Give up,” Donnie teased, jabbing his fingers into Leo's underarms and making the slider shriek.

“DOHOHOHONIE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE!” Leo shrieked, arching his back as Donnie evilly traced at the sensitive skin.

“All you gotta do is put your arms down, ‘Nardo,” Donnie laughed, “Then all this will be over.”

“NAHA! YOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Leo squealed as Donnie started kneading his fingers.

He shrieked as Donnie started tickling harder and faster, yanking his arms down and grabbing at Donnie's wrists, “NOHOHOHO!”

“Ooh! That's one,” Donnie chuckled evilly, pulling his hands back as Leo hesitatingly lifted his arms back above his head, “You're gonna lose, Lee.”

“Nohoho, I'm not!” Leo giggled from the phantom sensation, kicking his legs to try and get Donnie off of him.

“Yes you are,” Donnie said evilly, letting Leo calm down a bit, “Cause I'm gonna do this!”

Leo shrieked as Donnie skittered his fingers over Leo's tummy, making him cackle hysterically and kick his legs as he fought to keep his arms up.

“NAHAHA-! DEEHEHEHE! I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo begged, cackling as happy tears pooled in his eyes, he kicked his legs around as he squirmed and laughed.

“Can't what? Can't win?” Donnie teased, wiggling his fingers all over Leo's belly and grinned as he saw Leo straining to keep his arms up, “C'mon Lee, put your arms down. You know you want to.”

“SHUHUHUHUT UUHUUHHUP!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs and stomping while laughing and squirming.

“I'm not letting you win,” Donnie said, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on Leo's tummy.

“NAHAHAHA- AHH HAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHONIE NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo screamed, stomping his feet and kicking and squirming as Donnie started blowing rapsberries all over his tummy, “DEEEEHEHEHE!”

“Leeee,” Donnie teased, “Just put your arms down!”

“NEHEHEVEHEHEVER!” Leo shrieked, then squealed as Donnie started lightly nibbling his tummy, “NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT!”

“Yes that!” Donnie laughed, lightly nibbling and blowing raspberries.

Leo shrieked as he suddenly nibbled at the center of his tummy, making him shove Donnie's face away and gasp for breath, protectively covering his tummy with his hands as he gasped and giggled.

“Oop! You put your hands down,” Donnie laughed, “One more time and I win!”

“Nohoho!” Leo giggled, putting his hands back up, “You're not gonna!”

“Yes I am,” Donnie said determinedly, cracking his knuckles and immediately started tickling and squeezing Leo's hips.

“EEEEP! HAHAHAAH- SNRT-! DOHOHOHONIE!” Leo shrieked, squirming and trying to slide his hips away from Donnie's ruthless hands, “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Tickle more?” Donnie teased, squeezing at Leo's hips and making Leo shriek.

He started tickling up and down his sides and hips, “Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“STAHAHAHAP SAHAHAHAYING IHIHIT!” Leo screamed, cackling as happy tears streamed down his face.

Donnie checked the time, grimacing as he saw only five minutes left. He had to end it. No way he was letting Leo win, and no way he was missing out on the chance to torture Leo more with his new machine.

Donnie scooted back, placing a hand on each thigh and making Leo let out a strangled gasp.

“Deehee- I will dihihihe!” Leo exclaimed, eyes huge as he looked down at him.

“Then perish.”

Leo screamed out in laughter as Donnie started squeezing his thighs and drumming his fingers on them.

Leo cackled hysterically, kicking his legs and yanking his arms down to try and pry Donnie's tickly fingers away.

“YOHOHOHOHOOHOU WIHIHIHIN, DEEHEHE! I GIHIHIHIVE UUHUUHHUP!” Leo screamed, smacking his hand on the floor while trying to pry off Donnie's hands with the other, “DOHOHOHONIE!”

“What was that, ‘Nardo? I couldn't hear you,” Donnie said with an evil grin, kneading Leo's thighs and making him twin howl with laughter.

“YOUHHOOHOOHOO WIHIHIHIN! MEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo begged, thrashing and kicking.

Donnie grinned, letting go and getting off of Leo.

Leo curled up, giggling and clutching his stomach as he giggled from the phantom feeling.

“You lost,” Donnie said, just to rub it in.

“Shuhut up!” Leo giggled, kicking Donnie, “You cheheeheeated!”

“No I didn't,” Donnie said, letting Leo lay his head on his lap as he giggled, “I used my knowledge.”

“Wait,” Leo said as his giggles died down, “What machine do I have to test?”

Donnie gave an evil, evil grin, “You'll see.”

“Ohh boy.”

FNAF FIC! VERY VERY COOL.

Foxy's Terrible Pirate Jokes

Scott is working at the pizzeria, when he comes across a strangely mischievous Foxy, with bad pirate jokes and a plan up his sleeve! Only thing is, it turns out that Foxy isn't alone in this little plan...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! Whoever you are, I thoroughly hope you enjoy.

Scott was sitting in the office, looking at the poster of the three characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. Why Foxy was not on the poster, he could not be sure. Foxy was his favorite character out of all of them…so the lack of recognition for the fox pirate was…really sad. He looked around at the little televisions that covered a corner of the gray desk. The televisions were small, and were stacked on top of each other. The room was dark, save for a dinky little warm light in the middle of the small office. Even then, that little light only lit up most of the office. The hallways on either side required their own lights. That was how Scott could see if the animatronics were coming to send him a visit. 

Scott knew these animatronics quite well. In fact, he was confident in saying he knew most of the ins and outs of this pizzeria. He had been hired as the security guard right before the pizzeria had opened. He remembered seeing one of those “Opening soon! Apply Now!” signs up on a bulletin nearby. He remembered giving in his resume, and meeting both Mr. Afton and his son Michael, in-person. He remembered that according to Mr. Afton, “Michael had an appointment today, and didn’t wanna go back to school.” He mentioned that his choices were to go to work with him or go back to school. And it appeared that Michael chose to go to work with him. 

Scott was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts as a set of shuffling feet filled the hallway. Recognizing who the shuffling belonged to, Scott closed the left door before the animatronic could come in. With the fox locked out, Scott let out a breath of relief. He was safe. 

But something was off…Usually Foxy would bodycheck himself into the door a few times before giving up. But…He wasn’t doing that this time. This confused Scott st first. Did the animatronic already give up? If so, what changed between now, and the last time he tried to get in? Was Foxy learning? 

Scott clicked the light button to check the hallway. Sure enough, the hallway was completely empty. 

Huh…These animatronics are a lot more clever than he thought…He quickly began to pray that he wasn’t underestimating the animatronics’ intellect. 

Walking back to the desk, Scott checked the screens to try and find Foxy. 

He checked the main dining hall, and found Bonnie. He was holding his red guitar, just staring at the camera. Scott chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Though he wasn’t sure if Bonnie could see it, Scott waved back to him. 

Next, Scott checked the stage and found Freddy. Apparently he hadn’t moved from the stage yet. Feeling comfortable with Freddy’s position, Scott looked at another camera. 

The bathrooms appeared to be empty. But the flash of yellow filled the screen when he switched to the kitchen camera. Chica and the cupcake were standing in the kitchen. Typical Chica wanting to cook in the kitchen…

He switched to Foxy’s cove, and tried to look inside the curtains. But based on the camera’s live recording and his own limited vision, Foxy wasn’t in there. 

Wait…If Foxy’s not in the hallways, and not in the Pirate’s Cove…then where is he?! 

Suddenly, Scott’s focus fell away from the screen as he heard something resembling a squeaky metal joint…

Oh God…Foxy’s right behind him…

Very slowly, Scott turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. The more he turned his head, the more he could see the white pupils from the animatronic…

The eyes began to tilt to the side. “Look at what we have heeere~” 

Yup…That’s Foxy alright…

He heard a near identical squeak as the fox's body moved closer. His white metallic teeth protruded from his jaw, worsening Scott’s fear…He looked like he was going to bite him like an aggressive dog…a dog capable of standing on their hind legs…A dog that stands taller than most humans. 

Scott turned the rest of his body around as he tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay, Scott. Despite the size of his teeth, Foxy is not going to bite you. Those teeth are for aesthetics only. Mr. Emily would never program these animatronics to bite. That’s so against his nature. And Foxy was made to entertain kids! There’s no way he’d bite him! 

…Right? 

Suddenly, Scott’s thought process was interrupted as Foxy’s glaring face got closer to him. To make matters worse, Foxy’s teeth had opened up, making a couple of his back teeth slide together in an ear-piercing ‘schwing’ sound. This told Scott everything. Those teeth were not soft…they were made completely of metal. 

Doubt about his previous theory began to fill Scott’s mind. If Foxy was never meant to bite, then why did Henry give Foxy two sets of metal teeth?! 

“Ya scared, lil fella?” The fox asked him. 

Though Foxy was staring into his soul, Scott had quickly noticed that the voice was coming from a speaker in his chest, rather than his mouth. But it didn’t change how terrified he was…not even slightly. 

“Scared outta ya skin?” Foxy asked with an evil laugh. 

Scott very slowly started to nod his head. He didn’t know what else to do. Nodding barely seemed like enough of a response. 

“Shall we get this over with?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott widened his eyes. Over with? Get WHAT over with?! 

Scott’s spiraling mind was interrupted by the feeling of a hand and a hook sliding under his arms. “oOHNO-!” Scott gasped. And without any warning or preparation, Scott’s feet began to lift off the ground. “WaitwaitWAITWAIT!” He shrieked and shouted, kicking his feet. “FUCK- PUT ME DOWN!” 

“Gotta pretty light booty on ya, matey!” Foxy reacted. 

Despite how funny this phrase would be any other time, Scott refused to acknowledge it. All he cared about was the idea of his skull being crushed, and his life potentially ending in a matter of minutes. “HELP! HELLO?! HELP ME PLEASE!” 

“You need help there, mate?” Foxy asked, sounding quite genuine. 

Scott cried out again. “ANYONE THERE?! ANYBODY?! HELLO?!” Scott shouted. 

Foxy’s ears wiggled slightly as he tilted his head. “Ya don’t know when to quit, do ya?” He asked. 

Scott’s breathing increased as he stared into Foxy’s white pupils. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” He whimpered. 

Foxy’s eyepatch closed over his own eye. “Ya said ya wanted help?” Foxy asked. 

Scott gulped and bit his lip. “H-Huh?” 

Foxy laughed a little bit, his lower jaw moving up and down. “I’d love to help a member of the crew!” He declared. “What do ya need help with, me hearty?” Foxy asked him. 

“Uh-” 

“Perhaps ya want help sweepin’ the deck?” Foxy asked him. 

“What are you-” 

“Or perhaps ya need someone to turn yer frown upside down!” Foxy offered. 

“Ummmm-” 

“Which will it be, chum? Cleanin’ up the old cobwebs? Or a good ol’ fashioned cheer-up?” Foxy asked. 

“...I…I uh-” “Excellent choice!” Foxy raised Scott up slightly, before placing him somewhat roughly onto the chair. “One cheer-up comin’ right up!” He declared as he pretended to roll up his sleeves. “I’m gonna tell ya some special little jokes. And if ya laugh, then I’m doin’ my job right!” Foxy explained. “But if ya don’t laugh…” Foxy wiggled his left fingers. “Then I might just make ya~.” 

Scott widened his eyes and gulped slightly. Oh no…Knowing Foxy, these were gonna be the classic kids jokes…And though he liked those jokes, they were never funny enough to make him laugh…And knowing how much kids tend to laugh hysterically at the jokes…

This is not gonna go well…

“Aaaalright! First joke:” Foxy cleared his non-existent throat. “Why is pirating so addicting?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, still struggling to process the fact that he wasn’t planning on killing him. 

“Well, they say once ya lose yer first hand, ya get hooked!” Foxy declared, shoving the side of his hook into Scott’s face. 

Scott made no sound…he blinked once…he blinked twice…He did get the joke, but…he didn’t exactly start off with a bang…

“Well that’s a darn shame…How about this one:” Foxy offered. 

Scott blinked and widened his eyes. Wait, he wasn’t gonna tickle him? 

“What do ye call a pirate with two eyes and two legs?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, not really sure. “A rookie!” Foxy replied as the comedic drum sound played through his chest speaker. 

Scott’s confusion began to turn into slight boredom. Though he understood the joke, he just…didn’t find it funny. 

“Well, looks like I gotta tickle it outta ya!” He declared as his hand suddenly squeezed and scratched at Scott’s side and belly. 

Scott squeaked and curled up, pulling his knees up to his chest in a single moment. “Noho! GaAHAHA! Noho fair!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a giggle left his mouth. 

“Look at that! Ya CAN laugh! And here I thought ya had a broken funny bone!” Foxy teased. 

“Ihihit’s not funnyhyhy!” Scott tried to argue. 

“Well somethin’s gotta be funny! You’re laughin’ right now!” Foxy reminded him. 

“Yohohohou’re ticklihihing mehehehe!” Scott yelled back. 

“Are ya sure about that?” Foxy clarified. 

“Yehehehehes! Ihihihi cahahan feeheeheel ihit!” Scott tried to argue back. 

“Are ya sure that’s not yer tummy making ya laugh?” Foxy asked next, adding his hook to the other side of his ribs. 

“aAAH! YEHES!” He yelled back, shocked by his own reaction. Whatever Foxy was doing, was working way too well on him! “IHIHI’M SUHUHUHURE! I CAN FEEHEEHEEL YOHOHOUR HAHAHANDS RIGHT NOHOHOHOW!” Scott argued back. 

Foxy’s eye widened. “Oh! Ya can, can ya?” Foxy asked, looking down at his own upper limbs. 

“YEHEHEHESSS!” He shouted back. The poor guy was shaking his head and busting out in cackles of laughter every minute. 

Foxy smirked. “If you could feel me hands, then you would know that I don’t have two hands.”  Foxy stopped tickling him and showed Scott the hook. “No pirate is complete without their trusty hook!” He declared. “Call me a seasoned veteran!” He added rather proudly.  

Scott’s laughter slowly began to die down as he stared at the hook. He couldn’t explain why, but something was telling him that the strong laughter he was experiencing was due to the fox’s hook rather than his hand. “Hehehe…Hehe…Haaa…” He hung his head. 

“Geez, mate! I didn’t kill ya with me jokes, did I?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott blinked a couple times, staring at him. “All that…just because I didn’t laugh at your jokes?” he clarified. 

Foxy let out a laugh that sounded somewhat similar to Mr. Krabs. “Not exactly, Buccaneer. Mr. Afton himself told me to cheer ya up!” Foxy told him. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Mr. Afton?” Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You mean William?” 

“Oh no no, not the captain of this joint.” Foxy shook his head. “The cabin boy.” He replied. 

Scott stared at him, confused. “What?” 

“Ya know, the youngin’.” Foxy explained, showing Scott the child’s general size with his hook. 

Scott straightened his head. “Wait…The kids?” He asked next. 

“Yeah!” Foxy replied, smiling slightly as a little shadow showed up behind Scott. 

“Wait…” Scott pointed to the animatronic. “William has 3 kids. Which one is it?” Scott asked next. 

And almost as if previously planned, Scott felt a pair of small and quick hands grab at his sides, before being followed up by a loud and proud “BOO!”. 

“GAAAH!” Scott jumped about 5 feet in the air, before sprinting away giggling from the little skittering fingers. “Nahahaha! Whohoho-” He turned to look at the person, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Michael, hi.” He reacted. 

“Hi Mr. Phone guy!” Michael declared. 

Scott chuckled awkwardly. “Uhhh…What are you doing here?” He asked, still surprised that a 13 year old was standing in his office. 

“I wanted to surprise you!” Michael admitted. “Were you surprised?” He asked. 

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I was. I was quite surprised.” He admitted. 

Michael giggled rather evilly. “I guess we could say you’re ‘tickled’ about me being there?” Michael teased. 

“Eyyyy! That’s my boy!” Foxy patted Michael’s head excitedly. 

Scott sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve known…” He muttered. “Does your father know you’re here?” Scott asked him. 

“Uhhh…” Michael bit his lip and looked away. “N-No…He doesn’t…” He admitted. 

Scott sighed. “I’m gonna call your father.” He told him, picking up the phone and typing his boss’s number into the telephone. He raised the phone to his ear, and waited for it to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “Hi Mr. Afton. It’s Scott Rogers. Michael showed up at the Pizzeria here.” Scott explained. 

“He did?” Mr. Afton went silent for a moment. “Huh…I guess that explains why he’s a little late getting home.” Mr. Afton admitted. 

“Yeah…If you can come pick him up, that’d be great.” Scott admitted. 

“Sure, I can pick him up. It'll be about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” Mr. Afton asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Scott replied. 

“Alright. See you soon.” Mr. Afton said before hanging up the phone. 

Scott put down his own phone and looked at Michael. “Your father’s on the way.” 

“Aww…” Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “And I thought you were cool…” 

Scott chuckled a little bit, smiling as he came to terms with the thought of essentially being called ‘not cool’ by a 13 year old. 

“Well…I’m not the one who chose not to walk to the house…” Scott reminded him. “And I’m not the one who’s too ticklish to handle a robot fox.” Michael shot back, smirking as he crossed his arms. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Did he really just sass him?! Scott smirked slightly as an idea developed in his head. “Think you’re so tough, huh? I’d like to see you handle a robot tickle monster.” Scott replied. 

“Yarrr! Ain’t that an idea!” Foxy declared. 

Michael’s smile quickly dropped from his face upon hearing Foxy’s words. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just hear an ‘uh oh’ from the tough guy?” Scott asked. 

Michael tensed up. “N-No…you didn’t.” He muttered, visibly losing his composure. 

“Hey Foxy! Got any more jokes on you?” Scott asked. 

“Well, me hearty! I thought ya’d never ask!” Foxy replied, throwing his hooked hand in the air with excitement. “What does the pirate say when he turns 80 years old?” Foxy asked. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“Aye Matey!” Foxy declared excitedly. 

Michael let out a quick exhale through his nose, and shook his head. “Wow…” 

“Ya get it?” Foxy asked. 

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Michael asked. 

Scott smirked and laughed a little bit. Though, he wasn’t laughing at the joke…“Looks like Michael didn’t laugh. You know what that means, Foxy?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Yarrr! Indeed I do! Ya learn quickly, Scotty-boy!” Foxy declared, before poking Michael’s sides. “I tickle the laughter out of ya!” Foxy declared. 

Michael squeaked and struggled to cover up his sides. “NAHAhaha! Fohoxy dohohon’t!” Michael wiggled, trying to run away from Foxy’s hook and hand. 

“Goodness, cabin boy! You’re a lot more wiggly than Scotty!” Foxy reacted. “Or even the captain himself!” Foxy added. 

“I’ll say!” Scott reacted. 

“FOXYHYHYHYHY! COHOME OHOHOHON!” Michael yelled out. “What’s wrong, Michael? Still feeling tough?” Scott asked next. 

“Can’t handle a taste of yer own medicine?” Foxy asked. 

“MEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Michael shouted at him. Scott chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah…Talk all you want to, Mike.” He teased. 

“Ya keep complainin’, and we may never stop ticklin’!” Foxy warned with a pirate-esque laugh. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Michael shouted back. 

This playful banter only lasted another 5 minutes, before Michael finally gave up. With Scott ordering Foxy to help, Michael was given a chair, a small cup of water, and a chance to recover before his father showed up. When William showed up to pick up Michael, Scott walked Michael from the office, up to the exit door. William hopped out of the car and playfully pushed Michael towards the car, before looking at Scott. 

“Thanks for the help. And again, I’m sorry about all that. Michael’s getting used to walking home from school, and apparently he thinks he can go wherever he wants. Hopefully grounding him will be enough to kick him down a few pegs.” William told him. 

“Yeah…Although, I didn’t mind having him there.” Scott mentioned. 

William chuckled. “You’re a good man, Rogers.” William patted his back somewhat roughly. “I’ll let you get back to it, alright?” William replied. 

“Alright. Good luck.” Scott told him as William walked away. 

“Thanks! I’ll need it!” William replied as he got into the car. 

Scott smiled and waved to them as the car started. Right as the car started to move, the backseat window rolled down, and a smaller head peeked out of the window. “Bye phone guy!” He yelled out the window. 

Scott laughed. “Bye tough guy!” Scott yelled back. 

“YEAH!” Michael showed off his bicep through the open window right as the car started to turn left. This made Scott laugh a little bit more. 

Kids…Such playful, sassy creatures…

Yes, I'm writing a few more FNAF fanfictions. The problem I had before, is that everyone kept only asking for FNAF fanfictions. So naturally when trying to keep up with the prompts, I quickly got bored of writing the same characters. But now, I have checked my inbox and have found a large variety of fanfics. So, with that in mind, I think I can handle a couple more FNAF fanfiction prompts.

My fingers....

I did!! My style has changed quite a bit since I drew it, so maybe I'll try again soon!

how is it mario day and no one posted the essay

Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Magic

TW!: CUSSING!

Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)

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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.

He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where- you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.

"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"

Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know.."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"

You see, Mikey had been talking with Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things, and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box-turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along, very much against his will.

Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger and timidly walking in. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly-dressed people.

The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned to greet him with a smile, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.

"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"

"You! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"

The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. Immediately after, she darted away- probably to warn the town of the intruder.

Donnie screeched as a zap was sent right at him, jumping away. A bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.

A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder tried to figure out what was done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.

"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and Donnie was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Donnie! What is going on?!"

Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.

"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad teenager went to grab the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.

The sensation was getting worse, like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.

The softshell wasn't standing for long, though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.

Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.

Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those stupid witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.

An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing, and Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, now laced with fear for his safety. The tickle swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.

Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"

Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, he cracked into a smile, eyes squeezed shut.

The youngest thought it could be a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?

"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"

Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"

The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip, landing flat on his butt.

The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"

At first, thinking his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. He leaned forward to look at his brother, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.

Wait.. What?

"Dee, you aren't being hurt, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. He felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.

"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"

Donnie hiccuped, seemingly trying to formulate a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"

An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!

"Fuhuhuck.. hic! hic! ShihIHITSHITSHIIIT! NOHO!-"

The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle-shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.

"NOHOT- hic! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- hic! HELP MEHEE!"

Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"

Donnie lurched forwards, attempting to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"

"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"

A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."

"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- hic! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHER GUARDS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH!"

"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."

There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked at his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point. From his neck, to his hips, even along the sides of his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.

"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!

The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, bucking and squirming.

"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which.. there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, apart from his brother's screaming.

"They want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm- how about I get you out of here?"

At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting as soon as he touched him.

Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle-shell in the other arm, thankful for having mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..

"HAHAH- hic! hic! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE-HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.

"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a turtle.

A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."

As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist brought his knees to his chest, hiding his head in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.

"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"

Donnie nodded, getting a hum from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."

Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."

The softshell lifted his head, blearly eyes meeting his brother's.

"I can live with that.. Trust me.."

You're welcome!! :)))

Wanted to write this for my friend @xavitron883, that is inspired by their artwork which you can find here! 👇👇👇

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Air ticklish Casey is probably the cutest thing i have ever thought of Like he is EXTREAMLY air ticklish to the point where he'll be a gigg

Note that this has spoilers for the Rise movie!! Okay here you go!

Lee! Casey Junior

Ler! Mikey

TW!: DEPICTION OF A MILD SCRATCH! (Just an accidental injury, nothing crazy, but they patch it right up!) Other than that just a turtle and his friend!

This shouldn't have been a big deal. Or, even anything worth noting in the first place.

All that had happened was that Casey had gotten a little scratch on his side, having a competition with Mikey over who could run the fastest across the lair, the boy having accidentally scraped against the table in his efforts to win the race. He would have lost anyways, though it was pretty obvious from the start that he couldn't outrun a literal mutant turtle, ESPECIALLY one with powers.

At his wince of pain, said box turtle had immediately stopped and told him to sit down so he could see if it was a bad scratch, and Casey had, lifting his sweater up to expose his now aching side.

"Hmm, it's not too bad. It'll probably bruise though. Want me to get you a bandaid?" Mikey had leaned down to inspect the scratch, already coloring his skin pink, clashing against his lighter colored flank. The raven-haired boy flushed a little at the attention, but nodded.

"Okay. You stay here, and I'll be right back!"

And so he waited, readjusting his grip on the soft knitted article bunched in his fingers as he watched Mikey walk out of the room.

Soon enough, the artist had come back with a bandage in hand, as well as a little tube of antibacterial cream, and sat back down next to the boy. The teen put some of the cream on his finger before carefully reaching his finger over.

Casey immediately became hyper-aware of the finger about to graze his side, breath hitching as he struggled to calm himself. The orange-themed turtle, ever the observer, immediately noticed the way his stomach sucked in slightly, and the small smile creeping into the other's face.

In all honestly, Casey couldn't stop thinking about fingers wiggling across his sides, or squeezing his knees, or.. just being tickled in general, all day. It was beyond embarrassing to admit- to even think about when Mikey was here just trying to help, kind actions and words sent his way, while here he was, struggling with a lee mood.

"Case..? You okay?"

Casey nodded quickly, wanting so badly to tear his eyes away and just not be so sensitive, but his body had other plans. "I'm fine, nothing's wrong!" He finally was able to look away, hiding his face in the neck of his sweater as Mikey looked at him curiously. The turtle shrugged, and swiped his finger over the hurt area, eliciting a yelp from the other.

"It doesn't hurt that bad, does it?" the artist asked, voice laced with concern for the other, only seeming to further the raven-haired boy's embarrassment. "No.. It's nothing. You can keep going."

Mikey immediately pouted, sensing something off about the teen, but ultimately focused on unwrapping the bandaid as he eyed Casey, whose eyes were once again glued to the hand raised over his side, twitching uneasily on the floor.

The turtle teen pressed the bandage to his side, gauging all of his reactions as he smoothed the thin material over the boy's skin. He saw how Casey had tensed up, still mistaking it for pain, until a small giggle escape from his lips.

"Wait... Casey, what was that?" Mikey asked, slowly starting to piece together the other's actions, as said teen covered his flushed face with his hand. "I.." he sighed. "Sorry, it kind of tickled. I didn't mean to make a bi-"

The empath stopped him before he could carry on, a surprised smile resting on his features. "Oh. Hehe, oops! Wow, and I was barely doing anything! You must be pretty ticklish." Casey dropped the hem of his sweater from his hands, the cloth once more covering the now bandaged surface of his skin as he averted eye contact. Butterflies were flapping in his stomach, Mikey's words only empowering his current mood.

"Uhm- Ihi.." Words were failing the dark-eyed teen, letting out a sigh. Maybe he could just ask him? Casey stuttered for another second, before finding enough composure to ask. "Can.. Can you tickle me?"

Mikey immediately lit up, smile widening as he chirped. "Sure!"

The raven-haired boy squeaked as wiggling fingers came towards him, fight or flight instinct going crazy for a second before he could fight it down. "I'm not dohohoing anything, why ahare you laughing?" The artist giggled along with him, hands moving to wiggle just above his sides, and grabbed the boy to hold in his lap.

"Ihi- I duhunnoho! AH!" It turned out that being grabbed with the impression that you're about to be tickled isn't the best for your nerves, seeing as Casey had practically screeched at the hands cupped under his arms, being picked up like some kind of cat, only to be faced with wiggling fingers dangerously close to his ribs.

"Dude, I haven't even touched you yet!"

He wrapped his arms around himself protectively, legs kicking out in giddy anticipation. "EEHEEHEEK! MIHIKEY, PLEASE!" The smaller jerked away from the hands, unable to control his reaction as his face flushed a deep pink. He squeezed his eyes shut, but soon realized that it was much worse not being able to see the hands, and quickly opened them again.

"Aww, you really are ticklish! Tickle tickle~"

Casey shook his head, scrunching his shoulders up, trying to evade the box turtle's hands as they inched closer. "JUHUHUST- JUST DOHO IHIHIT! EEK!"

Mikey decided to stop teasing him after a bit, shrugging. "Okahay! Here I cohome~" The artist crept his hands closer to the teen's sides, before digging under his armpits, drawing out bright laughter from the other.

"HAHAHA! M-MIHIKEHEY!"

Hello everyone! This was supposed to come out yesterday, but it was really late for me and I couldn't proof-read properly. I apologize for it being pretty short, but I hope you like it! Have a great day/night!

Trying to prove a point

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