#My monkey brain: give 'em the old razzle dazzle

[kanene-yaaay]

Welcome to the White... Space?

Kanene’s notes: OKay, okay, since the first time I saw Omori interacting with the floating hands the FIRST thing that appeared in my mind was “t,,,,tickles,,,” and thank you so much for @soft--valentine and their awesome fanart that gave me inspiration to write this quick scenario. Also, please don’t forget to check that fic from @t0mm33th3m0nst3r that is also inspired by the fanart!

Warnings: Nothing much, just a small warning for floating magic hands and not being able to move your arms. Lee!Omori. Around 1000 words.

[~*~]

The thing is, when Omori opened his eyes, he didn’t notice anything different.

Of course, there was a something (because for him, there is always a something), a piece of a feeling, a sentiment nibbling at the corner of his mind, faint, but still wary enough to make he wonder curiously about the way the red hands that floated freely around the white space approached his room, stopping and trembling mindless in the air when he turned around to stare directly at them.

He blinked, looked at it in this way or that but nothing happened so he began searching for his knife on his inventory. There was just one way to get out of here, afterall.

In the corner of his eyes, something moved.

With a quick, swift move Omori was turning back, staring at the hands that were behind him  frozen once again in the air, trembling without a care in the world.

They seemed to be closer.

But... that didn't make sense. They don't move, not unless he is close enough to trigger their run-catch-take drill.

He turned back at the inventory, fingers closing around the handle just before a bright red exclamation strayed his attention again. This time, when he looked up, it was to see the shadow of an exclamation disappearing (was that a heart in the place of the dot?) and two hands bolting in his direction.

A quiet gasp and Omori was also running, his legs carrying him to far and away, knife securely held in his hands and thoughts trying to understand how did the hands get into his room and why the hands that he passed by also showed that weird heart-exclamation before following him as well. Two quickly became five and for some reason thinking about that line of floating red hands trying to catch him made a bubbly something want to squirm in his tummy.

They were getting close. They were getting dangerously close and Omori had no idea of what would happen when they researched their target. Everything only growing more confusing when he turned around and half one of them waving and the other half wiggling their fingers.

Omori realized too late that not looking for where he was heading while running away wasn't his best idea. When he turned back, there was another red hand in front of him and both wordless surprised sound that came out of his lips and the sharp turn he got to not stumble on the hand were clumsy enough to throw his balance off, tangling his legs and making his face go too fast to meet the floor.

He closed his eyes, arms in front of him.

But he never fell.

There was warm hands on his wrists, stopping his fall and for some pieces of second Omori's voice almost said a name that used to be there to save him. But that didn't make any sense. This was the White Space. His White Space. No one was there besides him. No one should b-

The hands holding him kept pushing him upwards until he was floating a few inches from the ground. Omori kicked his legs and tested pulling his hands from hold. He kept floating on the same place. Weird.

Two other red hands appeared right in front of him, quickly patting his face, shoulders and torso with care.

Were...

Were they looking for injuries?

Omori wiggled on the same place again when a hand got too close to his side, a faint warmth running on his face. He wasn’t a child. He was not going to cry and get hurt for tripping while running.

The hand on his side froze and he felt himself froze too in answer, feeling a buzzing of adrenaline spark in his veins again. Before he could concentrate on it, however another red hands (how much there was? Six?) waved in front of his face, pinching his nose when he ignored it in favor to look at the hand that was still dangerously close to his side.

Omori scrunched his nose and made a face at the second hand when it let go, wondering, once again, what was happening as it pirouetted in front of him, poking his cheek for some reason.

Was it trying to communicate?

Before any other question could be imagined, his side was squeezed and Omori couldn't help the surprise yelp and giggle that fell from his lips.

The hands froze.

Ops.

All the other free three red hands turned their attention to the fourth on on his right side, who slowly began poking and prodding the tickle spot curiously. Each touch making a tickly shock run across his systems, inviting his mouth to turn into a smile and giggles to bubble on his throat.

Oh no.

Omori bit back his reactions, small ruffs and puffs escaping from him as the careful, delibered pokes simply did not stop and actually evolved to an awfully effective squeezing that made his legs kick and trash with all the giddy energy stuck in his system.

An involuntary squeak escaped from him when two more attacks made themselves known, one hand lightly - so light and so gentle that its only the tip of its fingers touched the ticklish skin - skittering and dancing freely across his armpit, drawing senseless lines and chasing the titters that couldn’t be helped when they scribbled from all the way from the top of his armpit until the spot where the highest rib was before going right back up and starting the entire cycle again and again and again.

The other hand, very differently, decided to take a much more rough approach, resting on the tickle spot and then digging as if there was no tomorrow. The thumb staying right in the center of the pit and the rest of the fingers energetically scratching the rest of the skin and refusing to move no matter how much Omori squirmed.

And squirm the boy did, while his arms trembled with the fact that he could not pull them down, the rest of his limbs had no such problem, legs caught in the middle of kicking non stop at every new squeeze tasing his side or just laying there and laugh his heart's content as more and more warmth filled his chest and traveled across his face, pooling on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

And then a finger. A single only finger poked his bellybutton, the other four fingers fluttering in happiness at the crackle that was fished from this. So the index finger rested inside his bellybutton and began to scratch non stop.

All Omori's barriers were broken this moment, his eyes were closed, wrinkling at the corners, shining with unshed tears as crackles, chuckles, giggles, titters, snorts and squeals fell freely, in a lovely melodious laughter from his mouth, all the scribbles, digging, prodding, poking and scratching making his nerves buzz and dance with the fact that it tickled, it really tickled so, so much and for a moment nothing more in the world could matter beyond the tickling and the laughter and the fact that he couldn’t escape, that he was so helpless but still, it was fun, it was silly, it was unexpected, it tickled and he was not even a little afraid...

Sunny opened his eyes in the real world, a grin on his mouth, a warmth running on his face.

What was that?

[~*~]

Omori: Girl help I can’t escape

Us: U literally control the mindspace u can do anything you want, you can make them stop

Omori: I Do Not See It

#Me to myself: stop putting hints of angst in the fic this is supposed to be just TICKLES and FLUFF #My monkey brain: give 'em the old razzle dazzle #Ticklish!Omori #Lee!Omori #Omori tickles #Omori tickling #This was supposed to go on the rb of the fanart but it got way longer than I expected so DSFGHGFDFG #Anyway the fanart and the fanfic are very good pls check them out #I always saw omori more of a tickler but *eyes emoji* can't deny that the idea of him smiling and giggling is very *eyes emoji* #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #Today will going to be a very difficult and anxious day for me so being able to have fun writing and thinking about this scenario #was everythingt o me ty so much <3 #anyway RIP Sunny good luck facing Kel with such a red face <3