Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Tickle Him/Tickle Fight!

(Suggestion by imsobored33 - hopefully I got that right, I'm pretty tired! O.o - who receives a cookeh. (.:::.) )

Jeff The Killer Whale

You sank lower in your seat, sighing blissfully. There was a tub of ice cream to your left and a wide-eyed D/N on your right.

The television - which was firmly bonded to the wall by heavy-duty chains, I might add - was hooked up to your new D.V.D player. Howl's Moving Castle was on.

Jeff sat at your feet, cross-legged on the floor. He'd promised to behave and watch the movie. You used his little psychotic brain as a footstool.

Oh, and BEN was grounded to the lounge floor by a blood contract with the devil. Actually, it was duct-tape from a guy at the local convenience store, but nevermind the minor details...

"Help me! Help me!" The blonde midget squealed, scrabbling helplessly. There was an open packet full of Doritos lying just out of his reach. 

You just spooned more ice cream into your mouth and ignored him. Serves you right for stealing my household appliances...

"... Hey Y/N? How did your feet get on my head?" Jeff tried to shake them off, but you swung them back on.

"No. You're comfy."

"Get off!"

The killer's smile suddenly turned into a devious smirk. He reached up and started tickling your toes, causing you to shriek.

You lurched forward and tackled him. A fight ensured - one of the tickle variety.

And meanwhile, D/N hopped onto the armchair and started lapping up all the ice cream. BEN wailed mournfully. The ghost of C/N took a picture of the scene for memory.

BEN Drowned... In tickles?

You were worried about BEN, so you popped out of the house and crossed the street to knock on F/N's door. She didn't answer. But you did hear thumping coming from the living room.

And squealing. Girlish, Jefflike squealing.

You were about to turn around and nope yourself outta there. And then you heard BEN screaming something to do with yum-yums.

Unable to resist, you took a peek through the window. F/N was straddling Jeff on the floor, tickling him mercilessly while the psychotic killer begged for mercy.

BEN was duct taped to the floor and was reaching for a packet of Doritos, which an ice-cream covered D/N was starting to devour.

And the ghost of C/N was hovering over them with a large camera, snapping shots like the frenzied paparazzi.

"... Da heck?"

Unable to resist the curiosity, you slid the window open and clambered inside. Jeff's begging was so loud that F/N didn't even notice you coming in.

BEN did. He made a funny noise that indicated that he wanted to be freed. You glanced at F/N and then back at your boyfriend, recalling a random moment when the elf had done wrong by you.

"Saaayy, Benny boy? Are you ticklish under the chin?"

"Wha? Wait! Wait! Y-Y/N, we can talk about- AAAAAAAHHHH! NOOOOOO!"

Dark Link~

You loved Darkness, you really did. But sometimes he really grated on your nerves, especially when he randomly slept on the couch during the time when anime was on.

Eventually, you decided that the habit needed to be broken.

The ghost of C/N had given you an idea after he'd used your room as a darkroom to develop the film. A most interesting idea indeed...

And so the next time you found Dark Link snoozing on your couch during the opening of Naruto Shippuden, you produced a featherduster from thin air and delicately dusted his face, treating him as an ornament.

He woke up with a giggly sort of sound. "S-sweet angel? What are you- Meep!"

You wished you had a camera to record that sound, because it was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. Needless to say, Dark Link now slept on the armchair whenever he wanted a random nap.

Laughing Źack

Downcast was your new best friend. You just didn't have the heart to laugh - and it was all because of that damned vase.

Something had popped out of it and tried to strangle you during the night - like some sort of Shadow Strangle Jutsu. Luckily, you'd fended it off and then dropped a holy brick on the vase to break it permanently.

L.J noticed your downcast mood and kinda guessed that something bad happened. You glumly told him about the demonically possessed vase.

"-And I threw the pieces into the garbage shredder and had the machine blessed by a priest."

"But why the long face, my sweet gummy bear? You didn't die!"

"Yes, but it's the thought of almost dying!"

The monochrome clown decided that the only way to cheer you up was a tickle war. Not a fight; a full-blown war.

There was howling. There was laughter. Feathers flew. You ended up snuggling next to him, giggling uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, At Le Creepysandwich Mansion...

"You are obsessed with cleaning that surgery table."

"Of course I am. Do you know half of the diseases that can be transmitted through contact with bodily fluids?"

"Do you know half of the diseases you can receive from sticking your hands inside the filthy mouths of strangers for a living?"

"... Touché."
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A/N: The Halloweenie Special is coming along... I promise...

Word count (including author's stuff) - 930

I'm so sorry if some of this makes no sense... *yawn* I'm so tired; I fell asleep twice while writing these scenarios. I'd best not put off writing for so late next time!

Toodles!

~TheSleepyPhantom