The tickle monster's perspective
Added 2022-09-15 05:15:06 +0000 UTCThe monster was awaiting patiently underneath the victim's bed one cold, gloomy night. They struggled to keep their gaggling legs from remaining out of sight.
Their long, bulky arms kept fidgeting around the hollow space which surrounded them, whilst their pulpy claws were delicately scratching on the carpet of which they were layed on.
When silence eventually fell on the monster's ears, they were assured that the moment of ambush was ready to commence.
The monster steadily peeked from underneath the side of the victim's bed, their dark, dingy eyes had finally made contact with their preys plump, lengthy, bare soles.
The monster could not contain his excitement any longer. He quickly struck onto the defenless soles, wrapping their legs around the target's scrawny arms and legs to secure them firmly and began to drag their claws up and down the preys feet, which ultimately forced them to laugh hysterically.
The victim attempted to struggle as much as they could to no avail and merely accepted their fate.
The monster would not put an end to this enduring torture until the sun would shine brightly into the room, however, the night still remained young, and the victim had nowhere to go, neither by choice, nor chance.
