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Them in the lucky star art style. This was heavily referenced by a screenshot that is now lost in my gallery. This drawing is a couple months old I just never finished it till now so yea. Swag!!
#blueycapsules fanart#blueycapsules#blueycapsules dave miller#blueycapsules jeremy#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules joan
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i dont wanna go to college tomorrow
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SKRUNGLIES!!!
#LAKIIM!!! lowkey missed him#blueycapsules#blueycapsules comic#blueycapsules michael#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules jeremy#blueycapsules ketchup#blueycapsules yoaj#chicas party world#blueycapsules boseman#fritz valentino#susie denver#randie cowakka#vincent afton#scott afton
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Destress
Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter
Philip Guy x Reader
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Making one of my headcanons (specifically half of the last one on the list that I had posted before) into a oneshot! I’ll do the same with the one ther half~!
For extra info! Your job is an officer!
This is for you @miiwscc 😔💕
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It was late when you returned home. It wasn’t unusual, of course, but the exhausted look on your face concerned the short male you called your boyfriend. Your hair was a mess and your outfit was a bit disheveled. A hand was raised as you gently rubbed at the light circles under your eyes. The keys to your vehicle clanged as they were tossed onto your kitchen counter. You were a mess.
“(Y/N)..? Is everything alright?” Philip sat on the couch, already in his pajamas for the night. This consisted of one of your hoodies and sweatpants. On the back of the couch laid Ketchup, who slept soundly. He stood to meet you half way as you trudged forward. The look in your face already told him that it had been a bad day. Now it was a matter if you wanted to say anything about it or not.
So far, you had said nothing. At first, it had seemed like you were just going to walk past him to the couch. It was thought that was quickly dismissed when he felt your fingers gently wrap around his and gently tugged him along with you. The gentle touch pulled a warm blush to his cheeks as he closed his hand around yours. Even such a simple gesture as this one caused his heart to flutter. However, he wasn’t aware of the next actions you would take.
You had plopped down in the couch where he had used to sit and Phil had planned to sit next to you. Before he could, you tugged him forward towards you. A slight yelp of surprise left the short man as he was pulled in your direction and into your lap. The moment he realized the position you two were now in, his face turned beat red. He had now sat on your lap, legs straddling your hips. Philip was also a bit taller in this position. Not by much, of course- an inch at most.
“(Y-Y/N)? What are y-you..” Phil, flustered, intended to release a question as to what your intentions were in pulling him down. Not that he would mind whatever you wanted him in your lap for. It was just the suddenness that had surprised him, causing his heart to race against his rib cage. However, what had made his words trail off into silence was when your arms wrapped around his torso and your face buried into his shoulder.
You audibly inhaled and exhaled, relaxing against your lovable boyfriend. The sight of you relaxing just by holding him made him smile giddily. Just knowing that his presence eased your mind made him happy. Philip raised his arms to wrap around your shoulders to return the embrace and laid his head against yours. He could tell you really needed his comfort, which he planned to continue to provide.
The comfortable silence lingered for a while longer until you glanced up at him. The only way he knew that was because he felt your hair tickle his face from the movement. Phil lifted his head to look back down at you. You still looked exhausted as you did before, but you were a lot more relaxed than before. “ ‘m sorry if I scared you too much…” You murmured to him with furrowed brows.
One of Phil’s hands raised to rest on the back of your head, beginning to comb through your hair. “You don’t have to apologize, (Y/N).. It didn’t really scare me as much as it caught me off guard.” He released an anxious chuckle that faded off as he felt you lean into his touch. “I’m guessing today was stressful?”
The moment he asked the question, you released an irritated groan and rested against his shoulder once again. He continued to gently comb his fingers through your hair as you began to speak on your troubles from the long day. Apparently you had to deal with the aftermath a hit and run on the far side of town. This included examining the evidence for the court case and making a file report of the entire incident. However, you had found out that one of your coworkers had been stealing the evidence and you had to go through the long process of reporting that, making a file report for your coworker’s theft, and recover the evidence that was stolen.
It was a lot, to say the least. Phil clearly understood why you were stressed- he would be stressed too! He frowned softly to himself as he gently massaged your scalp. You released a sigh of content. “I’m just glad to be home…” You hugged him a bit tighter as you said this. “I love you…” You murmured. Phil gently bit his lip as the butterflies in his stomach swarmed within him. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your temple, causing you to smile lovingly at the feeling. “I love you too.”
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My first Phil oneshot of the day finally done~! Time to write another ✍️
#oneshots#requests open#reader insert#blueycapsules#blueycapsules x reader#blueycapsules oneshot#blueycapsules oneshots#one shot#oneshot#reader inserts#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules phil#phil guy x reader#philip guy x reader
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me when i go crazy go insane go bonkers.
WHAT DO U MEAN "WAS" PHILIP. WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WAS"?!??
#blueycapsules#fnaf#blueycapsules jeremy#jeremy fitzgerald#blueycapsules philip guy#fnaf 2#blueycapsules chauncey#chauncey bohner focker#philip guy#the bite of 87#five nights at freddy's
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No Apologies at The Prize Counter
This is a FNAF: Blueycapsules tickle fic requested by 🎡 anon. Good God, I am SO SORRY FOR THE TIMING OF THIS FIC 😭. Oh, and I use multiple pronouns for Mangle, like in the comic. Hope that clears up any confusion. There are NO SHIPS IN THIS FIC!!! Anyway enjoy!
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Jeremy sobbed on the floor of the restaurant, his hands clutching the shredded remains of his tickets. Dave just had to go and do it. The teen had pissed him off, so Dave went and tossed the tickets away.
And unfortunately, Mangle saw that as playing catch.
They caught them, accidentally tearing them to pieces in the process.
"N-Now, Jeremy, there's no need to fuss-" Dave had tried to "comfort" him, his tangy southern accent faltering.
"FUCK OFF!" Jeremy retorted, still crying.
As Dave tried to diffuse the situation, his spine shivered as he felt an ominous presence enter the room. He stomach sank as he turned around to see their boss, Philip Guy (pronounced as Gee).
"Ph-Philerp, what a pleasant surprise!"
Phil arched a brow, looking at Dave, then Jeremy, then back to Dave.
"What happened?" He asked, hands on his hips.
"W-Well, nothing, really! We just-"
"YOU'LL REGRET THIS, YOU BASTARD!" Jeremy interrupted.
You could almost feel the heat in the room rising as Phil grew angrier. His nose scrunched, his pointed teeth beginning to poke out.
"Mr. Miller, may I speak with you on this matter, alone?..." he asked.
Welp. This is it.
William J. Afton, code name: David Miller, has fucked up.
Reluctantly, he followed the shorter man. They went into a hallway out of earshot from Jeremy.
"What happened?" Phil asked.
"Well, I may have destroyed Jeremy's tickets that he won..." Dave gradually got quieter as he admitted to his crime, but not so quiet that Phil couldn't hear him.
"Are you serious?! Why would you do that?!"
"I-it was an accident! I swear upon the lone star! That fox was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
"I'm not looking for your excuses, Mr. Miller. Right now, my focus is on the crying kid out there!"
It was both horrifying and hilarious how scary Phil could get. You just needed to push the right buttons. Dave could say he was almost proud of how Phil handled himself, it almost reminded him of Henry.
But right now, he was wondering if this was the same man who worked for him years back.
"If you'd like to get your paycheck this week, I suggest you march your ass over there, and apologize to Mr. Fitzgerald, and I don't wanna hear another word about it until I see a genuine smile on his face! Do I make myself clear?..."
"C-Clear as a crystal, Philerp."
"Good."
With that, he walked back into his office, closing the door behind him.
Dave returned to the dining area, seeing Jeremy sitting at a table sulking.
Mangle noticed this, and quickly laid their head on the table next to Jeremy, a small noise, similar to a whine emitting from her voice box.
"Aww, it's alright, girl. I know you didn't mean to..." Jeremy cooed, rubbing the animatronic's head.
Ok, this was just depressing.
"Hey, Jeremy..."
The teen whipped around, glaring at Dave with a look that could've sliced him clean in half.
"I just wanted to say that I am deeply sorry for the turmoil I've caused ya. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me..." the "texan" did his best to sound genuine.
Jeremy scoffed, "Yeah, right, jackass."
"I mean it! I never meant to tear your damn tickets!"
"Why the hell did you go and throw them, then?!"
"I was fucking with you! What the hell do ya even want the fucking tickets for, anyway?!"
Jeremy stood once again, making his way to the prize corner, and pointing at one of the prizes hanging on the wall.
A red cap, with a tiny plush Toy Freddy sewn onto the front above the bill, marked for 3,500 tickets.
Dave squinted, "You know, you probably could just take that. We've got lots more stuffed in a box in the back."
"Have you no HONOR, Dave Miller?!," Jeremy gasped, "A noble man doesn't just take what he wants! He fights and he earns that prize! And I had earned 2,430 of those tickets, and now all of my progress has just been destroyed!"
The teen slumped back into the chair, laying his head in his arms.
Dave bit his lip, desperately looking for a solution.
"Y'know, I'm sure that if you explained the situation to Philerp, he'd be happy to replace all your tickets."
"You think?" Jeremy turned back to the short texan, intrigued.
"I'm sure. Do you forgive me?"
Jeremy's expression fell, turning his back to Dave, crossing his arms.
Real mature.
Dave surfed through his mind to find a possible solution to this predicament. Suddenly, he had it!
Whenever Vincent or Henry would piss him off, he'd tickle the shit out of them! That could work for Jeremy.
Quietly, he snuck to the blonde's side, gently poking it, resulting in a yelp from the teenager.
"Dave, don't even fucking think about it...."
"Think 'bout what? Oh, this?" He replied, wiggling his fingers into Jeremy's ribs.
"DAHAHahahave! DON'T!-"
Jeremy began to burst into giggles as Dave went on.
"There's a smile! Let's make sure it stays there!"
"NAHAHAHOHOHOHO! FUHUHUCK OFF! HAHAHA!" Jeremy's laughter spiked as his stomach was kneaded.
"Oh, dear, getting sassy now, are we? Well, back in Texas, we had this ol' warning about attitudes."
"NO! NOHOHOHOHO OLD MAHAHAHAN STORIES!"
"'Old'?! Mr. Fitzgerald, I never! Looks like this 'old man story' is provin' to be true..."
"WHAHAHAHAT?!"
"Oh, yeah. Way back when, there was a legend back in my hometown. Meant as cautionary tale to any youngins who misbehaved. A monster would mark them as it's next victim if they didn't shape up..."
Dave's hands began to traverse all around Jeremy's torso, tickling several spots at once.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"
"Do you know what kind of monster it was?..."
"NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAAHAHAHA!"
"Well, he goes by the name of...."
Dave suddenly dove his hands in, clawing at the blonde's hips.
"The Tickle Monster..."
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"
"Should've heeded the warning, Jeremy. Now the Tickle Monster will feast on your laughter...."
"NOHOHOHOHO! NO TIHIHICKLE MOHOHOHOHONSTER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"There is but one way to deter this vicious beast, kid."
"W-WHAHAHAHAHAT IS IHIHIHIT!? AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"It's that you stop being sad and forgive Mr. Miller for destroying your tickets."
"NOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAY! AHAHAHAHAAHA STOHOHOHOP!"
"That is the only way! Mwahahahaha!" Dave continued to tease, belting out his own evil laugh.
Jeremy only really got tickled by his friends when he was little, and even that was only for a split few seconds. The teases added to the sense. But, he did his best to hold out.
"BIHIHIHIHIHITE ME! HEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!"
Dave mocked a gasp, a wicked smile growing on his face. Then he dove his hands down, squeezing Jeremy's knees and scribbling on the back of them.
"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"
It was the knees. The knees always made Jeremy lose it.
"Forgive me!"
"NEHEHEHEHEVER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Then this doesn't stop anytime soon."
"NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAAHA! CUHUHUHUT IT OOHOHOOHOUT!"
Dave said nothing, continuing to tickle his knees.
"OKOKOKOK! STOHOHOHOHOHOP! I FOHOHOHOHORGIVE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!"
"Are yo suuuuure?"
"YEHEHEHEHEHES!"
"Alright." Dave took his hands away, standing back and crossing his arms, a pound smirk on his face.
"I haaaate you....so much....."
"I'm sure you do, kid."
Jeremy quickly regained his breath. Laughing when Mangle laid his head atop Jeremy's, a gesture similar to what a puppy would do.
"I guess I could thank you. I kinda needed a laugh."
"Don't thank me, thank Texas, kid."
"Sure, weirdo." Jeremy stood up, walking to Phil's office, presumably to ask for replacement tickets.
Looks like Dave would be getting his paycheck after all.
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THE END.
#blueycapsules#blueycapsules jeremy#blueycapsules dave#blueycapsules william#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules tickle#tickle fic#sfw tickling#tag this as a ship and i'll fucking kill you
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Phil Guy and his beloved british cat
#blueycapsules#phil guy#five nights at freddy's#fivenightsatfreddysfanart#my art#blueycapsules william#blueycapsules philip guy#william afton#he adores cats#plsss i want to rp with them
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Christmas present I made for a diana fictive that I forgot to upload on here
#blueycapsules#dave miller#phil guy#fnaf au#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules dave miller#digital art
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Phil<3
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two little friends, well, rather 3, since we are in Christmas time I want to take the opportunity to draw these things, more Christmas drawings will come soon!! 🎄✨
#five nights at freddy's#blueycapsules#blueycapsules dave miller#blueycapsules philip guy#william afton fanart#philip guy
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the first time i wrote this out tumblr crashed :[[[
anyways! i had a phil x reader idea where they had a love-at-first-sight sort of meeting but reader is much more confident in pursuing that which leads to phil being very flustered and i just think it would be very cute and very sweet and your honor can't you tell i love him
with love, latte anon <3 !!
( hifheihr this is so cute- these will be short cuz my brain was empty but im so so sorry for taking so long with this! )
poor phil would just be so interested into you and well..red faced 24/7- as soon as his eyes met yours he felt a tiny little spark in his heart. you two prob met around the pizzeria and whenever you came in for the interview the poor boy could barely speak.
as he starts to get to know you he’s well..such a love sick puppy over you. he enjoys hearing you yap about thinks you like and how you flirt with him but it’s always sall. it makes him all giggly and giddy!
the first date y’all have would be at his place,you two decide to watch some romcoms and just random movies you both like. when you decide to put your arm around him and pull him close his face turns almost as red as his hair as his eyes slowly look into yours. the first kiss was soft and sweet and it sent him in a giggle fit,he was just happy you loved him so much!!
everything you really do makes him all red in the face and even when you call him ‘pretty’ or tell him he’s doing a good job it makes him happy. it’s always something that makes his day and just makes him smile.
he’s just a sweet little love sick boy for you,holding your hand and he even tries to be a bit confident and compliment you back but dear god he gives up as soon as you do it right back at him. he’s just so in love with you <3
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I know the blueycapsules fandom died a long time ago but here's a doodle of Philip!
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Abandonment issues speedrun GO
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A Lingering Nightmare
Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter
Philip Guy x GN! Reader
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This is also based on those last few headcanons I made in my previous post! If you wanna see them then click:
HERE!
Onto the oneshot~ muahaha
@miiwscc 😔💕
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Hands trembled at the sight of the bodies. All five of them laid lifeless against the legs of the animatronics they were in and blood covering the inside over the opened stomach hatches and the ground beneath them. The smell of iron made his stomach churn in the most uncomfortable way possible- it made him feel sick to his stomach.
Hands rested on his shoulders from behind, causing the short employee to tense. “Yew’ll make sure to do away with them, won’t yew, Phil?” The sound of a heavy British accent made his hair stand on end. There was no need to question who it was- it was more than obvious. Lips parted to answer, but no sound came out.
He blinked and he was suddenly hovering above a deeply dug whole with a corpse in his arms. The girl dangled limply in his arms, blood covering her sweater and his uniform’s shirt. The blood came from the multiple stab wounds over her body. The girl’s ginger braids was matted from the blood as well, showing how messy the incident actually was. Then everything went black…
And Philip jolted up with a slight yell of fright and panic. His heart hammered against his ribcage at a rushed pace, which caused his breath to come out shaky and uneven. Tears quickly pricked to his eyes and it left behind a stinging sensation. Each blink he did to clear them only made them fall down his tanned cheeks. From there, they continued to fall until he was sobbing quietly. He didn’t want to wake you after all.
Of course, with you being a light sleeper, that didn’t work out in his favor. You had been stirring ever since he sat up. Heavy eyes drifted over to the male at your side. This wasn’t the first time he had a nightmare when you stayed the night at your loving boyfriends abode. It was about the same thing every time he woke with a start. His involvement with the missing children’s incident. It took a lot to get that truth from him but he trusted you and you trusted him. So you comforted him each time he had these nightmares- despite his efforts to not wake you up- and tonight was no exception.
You sat up with a quiet grunt of effort. With your body being so tired and so heavy, it took some effort to sit up. A hand raised to rub the sleep from your eyes. “I-Im sorry I didn’t-“ A shaken and fear filled voice filled your ears. “I didn’t m-mean to wake you up…” He sniffled to clear his nose from the snot building up from crying.
Your hand fell to prevent it from blocking your view and look over at tear filled eyes. The sight was always heart breaking to you. You don’t know the specifics of what happened those years ago, but if it had made him this afraid and ridden with guilt of his own actions, then it must’ve been really bad.
With arms up an open, Phil didn’t need to speak any further as he moved into your hold. It had became nearly routine whenever he had nightmares. He felt guilty for waking you up each time for this, and yet you always hold him the same way each time. You pull him close and wrap your arms securely around him. He buries his face in your shoulder and holds onto you so tightly. Tears stain your sleep shirt, but you ignore it as you rub comforting circles into his back.
This continued as the long minutes passed by. You continued to comfort the man in your arms until his cries quieted to shaky breaths and sniffles. He didn’t let go yet- but you didn’t mind that. With a secure hold, you carefully backed up to lean against the headboard with your hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. Relief hits you as you feel him finally relax against you.
“Are you alright now…?” Your voice spoke softly to Phil who nodded against your shoulder. Gentle hands pressed against your stomach for support as he sat up. One removed itself from the support to rub his eyes to clear the blurry tears. “Y-yeah… I’m- sorry, again.” His voice was quiet as you sat up.
You leaned your forehead against his, giving a loving smile. “Don’t apologize.. at least you’re okay now..” He returned the smile with one of his own. It easily showed his silent gratitude.
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Aaand done! This has been sitting here for a while now but that’s my fault~ Trying to finish the smaller writings before working on the larger one I had in mind.
#oneshots#requests open#reader insert#blueycapsules#blueycapsules x reader#blueycapsules oneshot#blueycapsules oneshots#one shot#oneshot#one shots#blueycapsules phil#blueycapsules philip guy#phil guy#philip guy#phil guy x reader#philip guy x reader
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he's so cool i love him. *puts him in a microwave*
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Loosen Up!
This is a Fnaf: Blueycapsules tickle fic requested by an anonymous. I hope you enjoy This is NOT a ship!
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Philip sighed as his keys jangled in the door of his apartment. He'd had a long day and just needed some peace and quiet. Maybe watch a few movies.
"Hey, Mr. Guy!"
Oh right, one of his employees, Jeremy Fitzgerald, had the day off and was catsitting for him while his parents were on vacation. Phil walked into the living room and saw the seventeen-year-old sitting on the floor playing with his cat, Ketchup.
"Hello, Mr. Fitzgerald, was Ketchup any trouble?" He asked.
"Oh, none at all, he was just a sweetie pie!" Jeremy said, petting the feline.
"Well, good. Where's Mr. Smith?"
"Huh? Oh, Fritz! Yeah, he caught a fever and couldn't come catsit with me."
"Oh, dear! Well, tell him I wish him well. And I certainly hope we can see him again!" Phil joked.
"Haha. Don't worry, Mr. Guy, Fritz would never ditch us. He's nothing like Dave." The teen laughed.
Philip's hair-horns (or whatever they are) twitched in response to hearing his ex-employee's name. The strange "texan" man with obviously bleached hair had joined their little team before disappearing without a trace in mere months. Phil had formed a strange bond with him, listening to the stories David told of his homeland and sharing interests such as fishing. But, something about him just irked Phil.
His horns hadn't twitched as much as they did since......
"Yo, Mr. Guy?" Jeremy said.
Phil snapped out of his trance as Jeremy waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oh! Y-yes, I'm okay! It's just.... been a long day." He jumped, backing away from the hand.
"Well, alright. I guess I'd better get out of here so you can chill out." Jeremy said, walking towards the door.
Phil watched the teen, and suddenly he remembered something.
Jeremy has no where to go. He has no parents. He has to sleep in his car and practically lives off of fast food. He'd revealed all of this one night when Phil picked him up from some teen party that got crashed.
Phil hated the fact that the kid was on his own, and if he'd ever met the aunt that kicked him out, he'd CERTAINLY have a few words for her...
"Jeremy, wait."
"Yeah, Mr. Guy?"
"Why don't you stay for a while? Have some supper, watch a movie? I could use some company."
Jeremy pondered it for a moment, before agreeing.
"Eh, Sure, why not?" He shrugged.
With that, Phil set his stuff down and began cooking the simple meal of spaghetti, while Jeremy plopped down onto the couch and resumed playing with Ketchup.
After a nice dinner, the pair sat down on the couch to watch some movies. Making sure that Ketchup had his happy hoodie on, so they would make it out of there alive.
As they sat in silence, Phil's mind began to wander. He thought back to Dave, how could a grown man disappear without a trace? He certainly regretted the fact that he and Dave had left on bad terms. His horns twitched once again.
He then thought of how he started at Freddy's, a simple employee that recorded messages for newbies that would arrive.
Then, there was the disappearances.
Five. Five children gone missing in a matter of weeks. The animatronics began acting strange, and then.
Oh God......the bodies......the blood...
"Mr. Guy? Are you okay?" Jeremy gently shook his shoulder.
Phil jumped, shaking his head as he came to his senses. He saw that he was back home, with a concerned Jeremy next to him.
"Are you okay, Mr. Guy?" He asked again.
"Y-Yes. I'm fine." Phil said, still a little pale in the face.
"No, your not! You just zoned out and started hyperventilating!" Jeremy said.
"Really? I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
"Look, you're okay now, it's gonna be okay..." the teen said, putting an arm around Phil's shoulder.
Phil gave a weak smile, but that soon fell. Suddenly, Jeremy's hand brushed against his neck, resulting in a loud squeak from Phil.
Jeremy blinked in surprise. "Phil......are you ticklish?" He asked, a mischievous smile crawling across his face.
"N-No......?"
"Are you suuuuure?"
"Jeremy, I'm warning you..."
"Are you? Cause I think you need to loosen up!"
"Don't!-"
Suddenly, Jeremy dug his wiggling fingers into Phil's stomach, causing loud cackles to erupt from the man.
"YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! C-CUHUHUHUHUT IT OUT! JEREMY!"
"Hahaha! Holy shit, you ARE ticklish!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JEHEHEHEHEHERMY, THAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!"
"Duh! That's the point!"
Then, Jeremy's hands traveled up to his underarms.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! QUIHIHIHIHIT! HEHEHEHEHE!"
"Man, imagine if Joan and the others found out! Hahaha!"
"DOHOHOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOHOHOU DARE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"YOU are in no position to make threats, Mr. Guy!"
Jeremy slowly dragged his hands down Phil's ribs, before finally clawing at his sides.
"EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHA!"
Phil's arms and legs failed about, releasing the ticklish energy that overwhelmed him, but making sure he didn't hit Jeremy.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH! HEHEHEHEHEHE! TH-THIHIHIHIS IS CHILDIHIHIHIHISH!"
"So what? Laugh a little!"
Tears ran down Phil's face, leading him to cover it with his hands.
"I CAHAHAHAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!"
"Okay, okay! I'm done" Jeremy pulled his hands away, giggling along with Philip.
Phil caught his breath, wiping his face of tears while emptying his lungs of the remaining giggles.
"Heh heh, Sorry, I just wanted to see you smile" Jeremy apologized.
"Don't be sorry. I needed to laugh anyway."
"Well, okay then. Oh, I'd better get outta here, it's pretty late."
Then, Jeremy walked out of the apartment, waving to Phil as he left.
He is SO telling everyone about this at work tomorrow.
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THE END.
#if you tag as ship ill kill you#blueycapsules#sfw tickling#tickle fic#fnaf tickles#blueycapsules philip guy#blueycapsules jeremy
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