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When Z walked into ‘his’ and Rejects home, he was faced with Reject with his arms crossed. Despite not having a face, if Reject had one it would be plastered with a serious facial expression.

Z was obviously confused. Reject and Moe literally said that they were hungry so he left to go get some food. They demanded it to be fresh which made it irritating for Z. They have plenty of leftover steak and pork to eat so it honestly made it pretty frustrating that he had to go out and get some fresh food.

That’s besides that fact that Reject is looking so serious for no reason.

“What's going on? Why are you being so serious?” Z asked Reject as he took a step forward.

He was stopped by Reject who called out to him, “Stop moving.”

Z stopped right in his tracks and turned his gaze over to Reject. Z’s neutral expression quickly turned into one of confusion. What’s going on with Reject? Doesn’t matter, he’s being really annoying right now.

“Dude. Seriously, what's going on? I’m trying to do something here.” Z turned his body and put his arms by his sides. He was just standing there awkwardly. He never had to just stop in place for Reject. It was weird.

“Moe said that there were going to be visitors,” Reject said before stepping closer to Z, “She said that we should inspect them.”

Z scoffed and tilted his head, “Really? Where's the we part? Where's Moe?”

“Upstairs. She wanted me to handle them.”

“Why are you handling me?! I’m not a visitor! I literally live here!”

“You never know if they decided to dress like you! You could be someone else!”

“Who the hell would I be? Do you even know anybody that can change appearances just like that?!”

Z and Reject started bickering back and forth like usual. It was either because the imposter was really good and bickering back and forth or it was actually Z.

“You never know! There’s plenty of weird people with weird quirks.”

Z didn’t respond. Instead, he let out a huge huff.

“Raise your arms.” Reject demanded.

Hesitantly, Z raised both his arms up, “What's this for?”

“I’m patting you down to see if you have any weapons.”

“Of course I have a weapon. I literally went to go get YOU food.” When Z spoke, there was a lot of emphasis on YOU.

“You already set down your sword. What else do you have?” Reject began to interrogate Z. Z was visibly starting to get more and more frustrated.

“I don’t have any more weapons! Let me make the damn food!”

“See? Very aggressive. Definitely worth checking.”

“STOP PISSING ME OFF.” At this point, you could see smoke coming out of Z’s ear due to how much rage he was feeling. All he wanted was to make food and to sit around and do nothing but Reject is making it very difficult for him with all this inspecting bullcrap.

“Look man. I’m going to pat you down real quick. It’ll be so quick you’d forget this whole interaction happened."

Z didn’t respond. He gave Reject an angry look that nearly spoke for itself. Hurry up.

Reject began to pat Z down and everything was going fine until Reject came back up to Z’s mid-section. When Reject reached that section, he heard Z giggle. It was only for a moment but it piqued Reject’s interest.

“What was that?” Reject questioned Z’s giggle. Z never really giggled. He just laughed most of the time and most of the time it was at Reject's expense.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter, we’re done.” Z put his arms back down and tried to walk to the kitchen before Reject grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

“Woah woah! You can’t just leave. What if you were hiding a super dangerous weapon…in your arm-pits…?” Reject was dead serious. He was seriously thinking that Z was hiding something in his armpits.

“WHY WOULD I HIDE SOMETHING IN MY ARMPITS??? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.”

Reject rubbed the back of his ‘head.’ his voice sounded a bit more nervous, “Uh…I don’t know- But I still have to check again, just to make sure.”

“Whatever…” Z slowly raised both of his arms again. At least he was cooperative.

This time, Reject started at the mid section and started to pat down. Reject barely moved down before Z giggled again.

Reject stared at Z intently before grabbing at Z’s hoodie.

“Oh! Oh! What’re you doing man?” Z yelled, pulling his hoodie down.

“You got something to hide?”

“No…”

“Take it off.”

It didn’t take too much pressuring for Z to take off his hoodie. It was just Reject anyway. Reject has seen Z without his hoodie on countless times. It wasn’t any different now.

Underneath Z’s hoodie, he wore a white beater. With Z’s pale skin, it nearly looked like he didn’t have anything underneath.

“Okay now what-” Before Reject could respond, Z answered the question himself, “Actually, I’m done! You got me doing all of this for what? This is more than enough proof that I am me!”

“Well-”

“Well well well, whole bunch of bullshit! I’m tired of all this checking! You know it's me!” Z threw his hoodie onto Reject and walked over to the couch, absolutely fuming.

Reject chuckled to himself, “Are you actually mad?”

“Yeah I’m mad! You just wasted all my time doing straight…straight nothing!”

Reject had already known that it was Z and not some imposter after seeing how cooperative he was. After he realized that, he was just doing it for fun but after a little bit of patting down he might've just learned something new. Is Z perhaps…ticklish?

That sounds really far-fetched. Z being ticklish? No way! However, with the new information that Reject was able to gather from all that patting down, it could easily be a possibility. A possibility that he wanted to see be fulfilled or at least be experimented with.

Long story short, Reject’s new goal is now to tickle Z! Wow, that sounds really weird.

Reject scooted over to the couch where Z was sitting. Z watched Reject move closing, he stared at him sharply.

Reject sat next to Z. Z wasn’t too pleased and gave Reject a quick look of disgust before quickly changing his facial expression back to normal before moving away from Reject.

Reject moved closer to Z when Z moved away.

Obviously, Z was not pleased AT all with Reject and his shenanigans. Z stood up before getting yanked back down the couch by Reject.

“Ah-” Z yelped. He wasn’t expecting Reject to pull on him THAT hard. It kind of hurt his wrist. That didn’t matter right now though. Before Z could even realize it, Z’s back was on the couch and Reject was on top of him.

“What’re you doing?! Get off of me!” Z yelled at Reject. He didn’t listen. Reject was fully locked on seeing if Z was ticklish which was sort of weird. Not just the tickling part but that Reject was even interested in Z.

“I just found something out about you.” Reject told Z. Reject could barely contain that excitement and anticipation in my voice.

“But you already know everything.”

“That's what I thought too! Guess I was wrong.”

With little mental preparation for what's to come on Z’s side of things, Reject’s hand moved to Z’s mid-section for the 3rd time. Z stared blankly, unfazed.

This didn’t make Reject lose motivation, if anything it gave him more motivation to try to keep a giggle out of Z. No, a long giggle. No no, not even a giggle. A big hearty chuckle!

Reject, instead of just placing his hands and rubbing, finally decided to move his fingers and actually begin to tickle Z.

It didn’t take long before Z burst into laughter. He really was ticklish. Z was already flinching and squirming around like a worm. Dare I say it was kind of cute.

“Stop…” Z was struggling to get any words out due to all his giggling and his lack of breath but the ones that he did get out only consisted of one syllable.

Reject wasn't satisfied yet. He already dug deep enough to even have Z laugh at all so might as well go all out. Well, actually not all out. Reject isn’t that committed.

More time passed by filled with Z’s laughter. Z started this thrash around, his legs were moving as if he was on a bicycle. It eventually got to a point where Z was nearly out of energy, out of breath and was about to give out right there and knock out.

Z wrapped his legs around Reject and this made Reject finally think ‘Oh, maybe I should stop tickling this dude. This is kind of weird.’ At this point, Z was panting, smiling, and Reject was already done tickling him. He got what he wanted and now he’s kind of just….done.

Yeah, Reject had no clue what to do at this point. For gods sake he’s an entity and most entities don't go around tickling people!

“Uh, Z? That was very um…exciting but now I gotta go do uh….enity stuff.” Reject was able to move. Z had wrapped his legs around Rejects torso or what torso Reject had.

Z’s face was once pale and now it was all red. Z was now all hot and flustered. He’s normally, No- he’s never seen in such a vulnerable state and by someone he doesn’t exactly enjoy being around.

Actually, Z wouldn’t say that doesn’t like being around Reject. If anything it's quite the opposite. Z likes hanging out with Reject and Moe but sometimes they can be a little quirky but he still deeply cares for them.

Okay, that was off topic. Back to the situation, Reject doesn’t want to be in this position anymore. It’s making him flustered too…

“I hate you…” Z muttered before legit just passed out on the couch.

Passing out after being tickled? That must've tickled Z’s fancy? Haha…Okay sorry.