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You sighed as you finished the chores around your apartment and checked on the laundry to find it ready to be put in the dryer. Quickly doing so, you went back to the living room and flopped back onto the plush couch, sighing. “Finally, the chores are done, minus the laundry,” you said to yourself as you then let out a deeper sigh.

It had been one of the hardest weeks you had ever gone through with you barely passing a test in school, and the test had been in the subject you had the hardest time with and you also found that your steady (boyfriend/girlfriend) had been cheating on you. To top it off, your favorite relative had been hospitalized after having a heart attack and was still in a coma. As it was in the middle of the semester, you couldn’t leave to go see your relative, but you had the number of the hospital and had asked them to call you when your relative woke up.

And to top that, you hadn’t gotten much sleep over the past few nights and were exhausted. You sighed again and your eyes closed.

“Rough week, huh?” A voice asked.

You jumped off the couch with a high-pitched shriek, wondering who could be in your apartment beside you. But you didn’t see anyone when you looked around.

But you did feel two arms wrap around you.

Fear filled you and you froze, holding your hands up in surrender. A chuckle sounded behind you, but it didn’t sound evil. “Man, you really are wound up,” said the voice again as you were turned around to face who was behind you.

If you hadn’t been frozen, you would have let the scream you felt in your throat out. Instead, you began hyperventilating.

Your captor was a skeleton that was perhaps an inch or two taller than you and he wore a jacket that was a not-too-dark shade of pink with a yellow shirt that had a blue ‘T’ on the front of it and blue pants with white socks. As you took in his appearance, you noticed that when you grabbed his arm, it was bone thin, giving you a hint that this was a real skeleton in front of you. “Who…Who are you?” You asked him.

He smiled. “Someone who’s here for a reason,” he said, making you shrink back a little, but he held you securely. “Easy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then…why? And who are you really?”

“My name is Sans,” he said as he held up a strange device and held it in front of you before his smile grew. “And from these readings, you’re very ticklish.”

You jerked sharply, forcing him to let you go. “What?” You demanded to know, although you did try to put some distance between you and him.

Sans smirked and walked towards you, backing you up against a wall. “I tickle people,” he said. “And you’re in serious need of a tickle torture right now.”

Now that your mind had been given a moment to realize what he was saying, you were both a bit relieved and confused. “You…tickle people?” You asked.

He nodded and easily lifted you up, making you gasp as he carried you back to the plush couch and, very gently (to your surprise), set you down on it before looming over you and his bony fingers started wiggling into your neck, making you scrunch up your neck into your shoulders and giggle.

“You know you’re only trapping my fingers there, right?” He asked teasingly.

His teasing not only surprised you, but also put you a bit more at ease as you figured someone who meant you harm wouldn’t be tickling you and playfully teasing you. Sans’ tickling fingers moved to your underarms, making you squeak and giggle while squeezing your arms close to your sides, but like with your neck, you just made it easier for him to tickle your underarms.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” He said with a grin.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” You laughed as he stopped tickling you a minute and lightly tugged on his hands. Seeing that you had his hands trapped by your arms, you moved your arms a bit away and he moved his tickling fingers to your sides, making you laugh again before going for your stomach.

“Are you very ticklish here?” He asked, gently wiggling his fingers into your stomach. You jumped and quickly curled up with a yelp. “Yup, you are.”

“Yes,” you said, holding up your hands to stop his attack. “But, please. Give me a breather.”

He smirked, but nodded, allowing you a few minutes as you caught your breath and observed him in a different light. He did seem a bit scary, but his actions were playful and you smiled a bit. “You wouldn’t by chance be the tickle monster, would you?” You asked curiously.

Sans chuckled. “Never been called that before,” he admitted. “Usually, the others call me Ticci.”

“Ticci?” You asked and then smiled. “That’s cute.”

“You know what else is cute?” He asked and you shook your head before yelping in surprise as he began tickling your stomach like crazy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” You laughed out.

Sans grinned. “Your face is so cute right now,” he said. “And happy.”

Your laughter quickly became coughing, which made him stop and let you gain your breath again. You sighed tiredly, but you looked at him with another smile. “Well, I’m not aching like I was earlier,” you admitted.

“Good,” he said, smiling as he sat beside you. His device began buzzing and he grinned. “Another ticklish victim,” he said.

You chuckled and touched his shoulder. “Go get them,” you said.

He winked at you. “You’ll see me around,” he said. “After all, laughter soothes aches and getting laughter out of someone with tickles is my specialty.”

You chuckled again, but nodded in agreement too.