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This one's an idea I had that PlaymakerM19 wanted to see sooner and was commissioned. Featuring my recently debuted OCs Harold and Percival. I decided to write a little story to go with it, too.

Harold and Percival were planning to pickpocket a pompous young woman with braided red hair and fair, freckled skin, who had just moved into town, with the idea that she had to be loaded with gold to have such an attitude. Percival said it would be easy pickings, so they devised a plan for Percival to pretend to be a fully fledged city guard and write her a ticket, and when she'd open her purse, Harold would dash past her and grab it. but things went sour real fast. When Harold tried to grab the purse, In a very undignified move she removed one of her shoes and chucked it right at him as he ran off. It hit him smack in the back of the head, staggering him quite a bit. "Well Mr. guard?" She huffed. "Don't just stand there. Do your job and arrest this man!" Percival contemplated for a moment. He wanted the gold quite badly, But an opportunity to get noticed by the city guard was even more tempting. "Well? Did I stutter? Catch him before he gets away with my money!!!" She boomed. Percival Jumped in shock and her outburst. "Y-yes Madam! Right away!" And scurried off to catch Harold.

Due to the shock of getting hit in the head, Harold was moving much slower than usual, but he also noticed that not a single guard had given chase. "Strange..." He thought to himself. "Surely they'd be all over me by now, seeing as how much gold is in this purse." Then as he turned another corner Percival was waiting for him. "Percy!" Harold exclaimed. "It worked! We got the gold! And not a single Guard has notice-" Before he could finish his sentence, Percival had drawn his dagger, holding it in front of Harold's neck. "Sorry I have to do this to you old chap, but you're under arrest!"
Harold was not amused "What are you on about? We got the gold! Cut the hero act Percy you're not a real guard." Percival shook his head "I'm not a real guard, yet..." He said with a devilish smirk. "Buuut I can turn you in and get some real recognition from the guards. And surely they'll promote me from lowly squire to fully ranked officer!" Harold sighed, and closed his eyes. "Fine... you win. Arrest me" Percival was shocked by his friend's reaction. Surely he wasn't giving up already. "You can't be serious? Just like that??" Percival shouted. "Yep, Just like that. If it means so much to you, this promotion, then I'll go along wit you." Harold said, with his eyes locked on his friend's dagger. "Just let me return the gold before you send me off." Percival finally lowered his dagger and reluctantly agreed.

After the gold was returned, Percival tied up his friend, and began to take his friend to the guard post near the town square. Harold wiggled a bit, tugging at the ropes digging into his shoulders and wrists. "Did you have to tie it so tightly?" he asked. Percival smiled again with his typical devilish grin, admiring his amazing ropework. "No." Percival quipped back "I just wanted to." Percival laughed to himself and the two made it to the guard post, only to find most of the guards were not present at all, just as when Harold stole the purse. "Strange..." Harold thought to himself. "Where are all the guards today?" Percival stared blankly for a minute as well. "Never mind that. I want my promotion!" And lead Harold to the only guard he could find. She was a quite intimidating, with a stern look on her face. Her hair was long and red, tied in braids, and she was pale-skinned and freckled all over. Harold gazed at her for a moment, and noticed she looked quite similar to the lady they tried to rob earlier "What are you looking at, Boy?" She shouted. Harold looked away and responded. "Nothing Ma'am..." He said meekly and ducked his head down. He could tell something was off and said nothing more. "How should we punish this miscreant?" She said, with her voice echoing around the empty room. She and Percival said nothing, And simply began snickering. "I wonder what's so funny?" Harold thought to himself. Harold and the guard looked over at him with a smile that screamed with unholy intent. "What are you going to do to me??" Harold said fear. "Guys this isn't funny! Guys?!" He realized now this was another one of Percival's games, and nothing more. The two redheads laughed uncontrollably. "A full day in the stocks would be a suitable punishment indeed!" Laughed Percival. "I can always count on you to come up with such great punishments, Maggie!" Harold's skin grew cold. As mush as he feared his punishment, only one thing stood out to him. "Maggie!?!" He shouted. "You know her like that huh?" "Tell me what's going on!" The two kept on laughing, until Percival finally responded "Oh don't worry Harold, Me and my cousin here won't go too hard on you." He said as he led his friend to the center of town square.

Percival began locking his friend's ankles in the stocks. then fastened them shut with a heavy padlock. Harold shuddered as the heavy lock was secured. Then Percival got some more rope out and tied Harold to the pole behind him, layer upon layer until Harold was completely secured to it. "Not so tight!!" Harold cried out. "Don't be such a child." Percival retorted, and stepped back to admire his work. People began to gather to see what was going on, and even another guard stopped by to see what was going on. The guard saw Maggie return with a large bag full of brushes and oils. "Hey! Who authorized this arrest?" He asked in a confused state. "I did, Commander Magdalen of the King's Court." She said while smirking. "I have everything under control." The Guard stood to attention when he realized who she was. "Oh my bad Commander!! I hardly recognized you!" He decided to grab a snack and watch the punishment unfold.

Maggie had brought the bag to Percival and emptied it's contents before him. "Got what you asked for, Squirt." She said teasingly to him "Shall we begin?" Percival nodded in response then looked at Harold, who was squirming against his bonds at the sight of what was to come. "Aww relax Harold! you'll be fine!" "And that gold you stole from my cousin earlier? Well we sorta kinda placed a bet on you. And if I win I get my promotion, and a whole lot of gold!" Percival laughed to himself. What are you on about now Percival???" Harold cried out. "You planned this whole thing? The woman from the market really was this Maggie girl? How could you???" Percival jus laughed again. "well you aren't in any real trouble now, are you?" Then he picked up a bottle of oil and emptied the contents onto his hand. "Now I'll have to make it believable, but I bet her that you could make it through the entire day being tickled without passing out... ooor wetting yourself..." Harold was at a loss for words. "What!?!" he shouted, but Percival had already begun applying the oil to Harold's exposed soles. "HAHAH-NOOOO!" Harold screamed, but Percival kept on rubbing on the oil, smiling all the while. "HA! He is already loosing his cool!" Maggie exclaimed. "Your friend here is going to win me this bet! Once I get my turn at his feet he will break easily! And I shall have my way!" Some of the audience they had acquired had heard her remark "A bet? On the kid? 10 Gold he doesn't make it through the hour!" Percival smiled his biggest smile yet, and watched as the line of people wanting in on this event had grown. The Guard had to start mediating who came through, but he was slow to catch on and unaware of the bets going on ahead of him. "Everyone! Step right up and Tickle this Man! Place your bets we'll see how long he lasts!" Percival then looked at Harold "Your going to win us a whole lot of Gold. just do whatever it is you do to stay so levelheaded and cool or whatever and we'll win!" he whispered to Harold. "You're so dead Perci-AHAHAH!!!" Harold was interrupted by Percival's merciless tickling.

"Remember, don't pass out. I'm really counting on you buddy!" Percival giggled.

I hope you guys enjoy! And look forward to more of these two!

Description
This one's an idea I had that PlaymakerM19 wanted to see sooner and was commissioned. Featuring my recently debuted OCs Harold and Percival. I decided to write a little story to go with it, too.

Harold and Percival were planning to pickpocket a pompous young woman with braided red hair and fair, freckled skin, who had just moved into town, with the idea that she had to be loaded with gold to have such an attitude. Percival said it would be easy pickings, so they devised a plan for Percival to pretend to be a fully fledged city guard and write her a ticket, and when she'd open her purse, Harold would dash past her and grab it. but things went sour real fast. When Harold tried to grab the purse, In a very undignified move she removed one of her shoes and chucked it right at him as he ran off. It hit him smack in the back of the head, staggering him quite a bit. "Well Mr. guard?" She huffed. "Don't just stand there. Do your job and arrest this man!" Percival contemplated for a moment. He wanted the gold quite badly, But an opportunity to get noticed by the city guard was even more tempting. "Well? Did I stutter? Catch him before he gets away with my money!!!" She boomed. Percival Jumped in shock and her outburst. "Y-yes Madam! Right away!" And scurried off to catch Harold.

Due to the shock of getting hit in the head, Harold was moving much slower than usual, but he also noticed that not a single guard had given chase. "Strange..." He thought to himself. "Surely they'd be all over me by now, seeing as how much gold is in this purse." Then as he turned another corner Percival was waiting for him. "Percy!" Harold exclaimed. "It worked! We got the gold! And not a single Guard has notice-" Before he could finish his sentence, Percival had drawn his dagger, holding it in front of Harold's neck. "Sorry I have to do this to you old chap, but you're under arrest!"
Harold was not amused "What are you on about? We got the gold! Cut the hero act Percy you're not a real guard." Percival shook his head "I'm not a real guard, yet..." He said with a devilish smirk. "Buuut I can turn you in and get some real recognition from the guards. And surely they'll promote me from lowly squire to fully ranked officer!" Harold sighed, and closed his eyes. "Fine... you win. Arrest me" Percival was shocked by his friend's reaction. Surely he wasn't giving up already. "You can't be serious? Just like that??" Percival shouted. "Yep, Just like that. If it means so much to you, this promotion, then I'll go along wit you." Harold said, with his eyes locked on his friend's dagger. "Just let me return the gold before you send me off." Percival finally lowered his dagger and reluctantly agreed.

After the gold was returned, Percival tied up his friend, and began to take his friend to the guard post near the town square. Harold wiggled a bit, tugging at the ropes digging into his shoulders and wrists. "Did you have to tie it so tightly?" he asked. Percival smiled again with his typical devilish grin, admiring his amazing ropework. "No." Percival quipped back "I just wanted to." Percival laughed to himself and the two made it to the guard post, only to find most of the guards were not present at all, just as when Harold stole the purse. "Strange..." Harold thought to himself. "Where are all the guards today?" Percival stared blankly for a minute as well. "Never mind that. I want my promotion!" And lead Harold to the only guard he could find. She was a quite intimidating, with a stern look on her face. Her hair was long and red, tied in braids, and she was pale-skinned and freckled all over. Harold gazed at her for a moment, and noticed she looked quite similar to the lady they tried to rob earlier "What are you looking at, Boy?" She shouted. Harold looked away and responded. "Nothing Ma'am..." He said meekly and ducked his head down. He could tell something was off and said nothing more. "How should we punish this miscreant?" She said, with her voice echoing around the empty room. She and Percival said nothing, And simply began snickering. "I wonder what's so funny?" Harold thought to himself. Harold and the guard looked over at him with a smile that screamed with unholy intent. "What are you going to do to me??" Harold said fear. "Guys this isn't funny! Guys?!" He realized now this was another one of Percival's games, and nothing more. The two redheads laughed uncontrollably. "A full day in the stocks would be a suitable punishment indeed!" Laughed Percival. "I can always count on you to come up with such great punishments, Maggie!" Harold's skin grew cold. As mush as he feared his punishment, only one thing stood out to him. "Maggie!?!" He shouted. "You know her like that huh?" "Tell me what's going on!" The two kept on laughing, until Percival finally responded "Oh don't worry Harold, Me and my cousin here won't go too hard on you." He said as he led his friend to the center of town square.

Percival began locking his friend's ankles in the stocks. then fastened them shut with a heavy padlock. Harold shuddered as the heavy lock was secured. Then Percival got some more rope out and tied Harold to the pole behind him, layer upon layer until Harold was completely secured to it. "Not so tight!!" Harold cried out. "Don't be such a child." Percival retorted, and stepped back to admire his work. People began to gather to see what was going on, and even another guard stopped by to see what was going on. The guard saw Maggie return with a large bag full of brushes and oils. "Hey! Who authorized this arrest?" He asked in a confused state. "I did, Commander Magdalen of the King's Court." She said while smirking. "I have everything under control." The Guard stood to attention when he realized who she was. "Oh my bad Commander!! I hardly recognized you!" He decided to grab a snack and watch the punishment unfold.

Maggie had brought the bag to Percival and emptied it's contents before him. "Got what you asked for, Squirt." She said teasingly to him "Shall we begin?" Percival nodded in response then looked at Harold, who was squirming against his bonds at the sight of what was to come. "Aww relax Harold! you'll be fine!" "And that gold you stole from my cousin earlier? Well we sorta kinda placed a bet on you. And if I win I get my promotion, and a whole lot of gold!" Percival laughed to himself. What are you on about now Percival???" Harold cried out. "You planned this whole thing? The woman from the market really was this Maggie girl? How could you???" Percival jus laughed again. "well you aren't in any real trouble now, are you?" Then he picked up a bottle of oil and emptied the contents onto his hand. "Now I'll have to make it believable, but I bet her that you could make it through the entire day being tickled without passing out... ooor wetting yourself..." Harold was at a loss for words. "What!?!" he shouted, but Percival had already begun applying the oil to Harold's exposed soles. "HAHAH-NOOOO!" Harold screamed, but Percival kept on rubbing on the oil, smiling all the while. "HA! He is already loosing his cool!" Maggie exclaimed. "Your friend here is going to win me this bet! Once I get my turn at his feet he will break easily! And I shall have my way!" Some of the audience they had acquired had heard her remark "A bet? On the kid? 10 Gold he doesn't make it through the hour!" Percival smiled his biggest smile yet, and watched as the line of people wanting in on this event had grown. The Guard had to start mediating who came through, but he was slow to catch on and unaware of the bets going on ahead of him. "Everyone! Step right up and Tickle this Man! Place your bets we'll see how long he lasts!" Percival then looked at Harold "Your going to win us a whole lot of Gold. just do whatever it is you do to stay so levelheaded and cool or whatever and we'll win!" he whispered to Harold. "You're so dead Perci-AHAHAH!!!" Harold was interrupted by Percival's merciless tickling.

"Remember, don't pass out. I'm really counting on you buddy!" Percival giggled.

I hope you guys enjoy! And look forward to more of these two!