Moises Arias +TheTickleMonster

The alarm clock rang, waking up Moises. He didn't have to work that day but he still liked to wake up on time so that he didn't waste the day. He got out of bed, dressed in only his boxers (his preferred sleepwear) and headed out the door for breakfast. As soon as he left his room a man dressed in entirely black jumped out and grabbed him. Moises struggled but could not escape the man's grasp. As he struggled, Moises felt a rag being put over his face and knew right away that it had chloroform on it. It did not take long for the young actor to pass out.

When he regained consciousness, Moises found himself lying on a table, still in his boxers. He tried moving but found that his wrists and ankles were strapped down to the table. Seeing that he couldn't move, he tried to look around to figure out where he was. However, only the area right around the table was lit. The rest of the room was hidden in darkness. Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness.

"Well, I must admit I didn't think you would have been that easy to capture. Thanks for sleeping in your boxers, by the way. It made my job a lot easier. Green looks good on you."

Moises looked around but still could not see the man. "Who are you?" he shouted out to the voice. "Where am I? And why did you take me here?"

The voice chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Here, let me turn on the lights."

The lights came on and Moises suddenly became fearful. He was in a sort of laboratory mixed with a dungeon. There were computers and machines that looked like they were used for building things or conducting experiments. There were also smaller machines and several enclosed cases on one of the walls. Then, Moises saw his adversary. The man was appeared to be only about 19 or 20, but could have been a young looking man in his mid twenties. He wore the classic garb of an evil scientist: white lab coat, white pants, and long silver hair. The only thing that might have been off a little was that his sleeves were rolled up. The man spoke again.

"Well, Moises, what do you think? Impressive, no? I built this place myself, and I invented every machine you see in here."

Moises shouted. "Who are you and why did you kidnap me?"

"Oh yes, I forgot about introductions. I have gone by many names over the years. Most people today call me 'The Tickle Monster.'"

Moises gulped. "D-did you s-say T-t-tickle Monster?"

The Tickle Monster laughed. "Yes, that's what I said, and judging by your reaction I'd say we're going to have some fun. Tickle torture is always so much more fun the more ticklish the victims are."

Moises began panicking. "Whatever it is, I swear, you can have it. I'll tell you anything, give you anything, do anything. Just please don't tickle me."

"HA! You really thought I wanted something from you?" The Tickle Monster placed one hand on Moises's shoulder and leaned down to talk to him. "I'm called the Tickle MONSTER for a reason. I do this just for fun."

Moises had an idea. "Well, what if someone told the cops what you do? What would you do if I just went to the cops?"

"Well, that wouldn't be smart, because if I suspected you would do that then I wouldn't let you go." Moises sighed in disappointment. "Besides, when I DO let you go, I have a machine that will make it so that you can never talk about what happens with anyone except for me." The Tickle Monster got up and circled around Moises. "Now, I'm not completely evil. I'm going to let you choose how you spend the first hour of your torture. Either I can tickle you, or I can have my tickle-bots do the work. Pick your poison."

Moises struggled against the bonds but could not make them budge. "Isn't there a third choice? One where I don't get tickled?" The Tickle Monster shook his head. "Well, I guess you tickling me won't be as bad as the tickle-bots, I think."

The Tickle Monster laughed. "You are either foolish or enjoy being tickled. I can set my tickle-bots to a low tickle setting. You get the real torture with me. Now, how about we start right here?" The Tickle Monster dug his fingers into Moises's sides and began tickling him. Moises immediately started laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Nooooooohohohohoooooooo! Hahahahahahah p-p-pleeeeeeasssseeeee! Hahahahahahahahahaha stooooooohohohohohoooooooppppp! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The Tickle Monster kept this up for 5 minutes and then added his stomach into the mix. Moises didn't laugh as hard when the tickling was just on his belly, but when the Tickle Monster would let a finger slip into his belly button he would yelp. He kept tickling Moises like this for another 5 minutes before giving him a little break.

"See, only ten minutes in and we're having great fun." The Tickle Monster teased.

Moises gasped for air a little before speaking. "Th-that was only ten minutes? Are you serious?"

The Tickle Monster chuckled. "Yes, and now that you've had your break, let's move on with the torture. I don't think you're quite ready for the blindfold yet, so why don't we warm you up some more?" He then began tickling Moises's sides again. He moved up and down his sides but kept his hands steadily creeping upwards. He stopped right before reaching the armpits. "Are you ready?"

Moises realized what was going to happen. "Please! Don't! My armpits and feet are my most ticklish spots! Please!"

"Well, since you're begging…" the Tickle Monster began, "I guess I'll have to…….tickle you twice as hard!" He thrust his hands into Moises's armpits and spread his fingers out to tickle every inch of them. This sent Moises into hysterics.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPPLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAMMMOOOOOOORRREEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAIITTTTTTTIIIIICKLEEEEEESSSSSSSHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATOOOOOOOOMMUUUUUUHUHUHUHUUUUCHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The Tickle Monster kept the armpit tickling up for 10 minutes. He then spent the next 10 minutes mixing up the tickling, slowly working down towards Moises's feet. He tickled his armpits and sides, then his sides and thighs, then his thighs and feet, and finally arrived with both hands at Moises's bare feet. He grinned and began teasing Moises, slowly dragging one finger up his left foot, then his right.

"Hehehehehehehehe, p-p-please don't d-d-do it! Hehehehehehehe I'm b-begging you!"

The Tickle Monster just smiled. "Too late!" He then tickled Moises's feet full force, being sure not to miss an inch of them. He spent 15 minutes creating a laughter symphony, making Moises's laughter jump up an octave whenever he tickled the soles and underneath the toes.

"HIIIIIIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YYYOOOOOOOHOOHOOHOOOOUUUU'RRREEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAMOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAOOOONSTERRRRRHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIIIIIIIIIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IIIIIIIIICAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAANN'TTTTTAAAAKKKKEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIIIITTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

He stopped the tickling for a little. "OK, you've got 15 minutes left with me, and we're going to spend it with my bag of tricks." He walked over to the wall with the sealed cases on it. He reached into one of them and pulled out feathers of all different shapes and sizes. He reached into the one next to it and pulled out two electric toothbrushes. "Now, let's give us a smile!" He started to tickle Moises all over, using the tools with great expertise. He had feathers specifically designed for tickling in the belly button, tickling the feet, and tickling the neck. He had feathers that resembled dusters for tickling his entire body. The electric toothbrushes vibrated and made Moises laugh even harder than just the hands did. He almost passed out but managed to keep consciousness for the entire 15 minutes.

Moises gasped for all the air he could get after that torture. "F-f-finally! N-now let me g-go!" Moises couldn't wait to be let go.

The Tickle Monster smiled. "Oh, but you've only been here an hour. Now, let's just put this on…." He put a blindfold on Moises and then grabbed a remote. "Now, how about you spend the rest of the day with the tickle-bots?"

Moises panicked. "NO! Please! At least let me see!"

The Tickle Monster laughed. "Oh, don't worry. You'll only be in here for about, oh, three hours with them before I come in and let you rest for the night. You're actually lucky you were knocked out so long or you would have had more time to get tickled. Well, have fun!" He pressed a button on the remote and left.

Moises could hear the machines around him power up. Before he could brace himself, the tickle-bots were on him. The tickled him with hands, feathers, toothbrushes, and any other tickling tool imaginable. They divided and conquered Moises, tickling all of his exposed ticklish spots at once. Moises couldn't believe how much it tickled. The bots would stop occasionally to keep Moises awake for the whole thing, and they cleverly varied how intensely they tickle him. Moises had never had a worse three hours.

The time came and the Tickle Monster came in. He turned off the tickle-bots and took the blindfold off Moises, who was gasping and sweating from the tickle torture.

"W-w-why? Why do you do this?"

"Well, because it's fun. Besides," the Tickle Monster said, dragging one finger up and down Moises's torso, "most people enjoy this light tickling I give afterward."

Moises was giggling, but he did enjoy how the finger ever so lightly tickled him (much unlike the torture of the past 4 hours). "So, will you let me go now?"

The Tickle Monster smiled and turned around. He hung three pictures on the wall. "These three pictures are a riddle. The answer is one word which, if said, will release you." He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the room. "Through that door is a teleporter. It has the coordinates of your home plugged into it. When you return, you will be in your bed. Nobody will have noticed you've been gone, and you'll find it a bit impossible to talk about this to anyone."

Moises was confused. "What if I can't figure out the riddle? How long do I have to figure it out? Why can't you just let me go?"

The Tickle Monster walked away and stood in the doorway leading to his lair. "Oh, don't worry. If you decide to stay we'll have a lot more fun tomorrow, but I'll let you go after, say, a week." With that he left the room.

"A whole week of tickle torture?!?" Moises thought. "This is gonna be awful!"

THE END…………..for now