>>Sorry if this republishes, fixing something.<<

minding my own fucking business in the kitchen, ignoring the little shit named Sam who is currently plotting something diabolical >>I just want you all to know, that what I'm about to write is something that happened to me today and I still feel attacked ok you don't understand.<<*

Tim: *fucking recording the entire thing*

Hate: *watching and snickering*

Sam: *grabs me and pulls me to the living room, tackling me to the ground and pinning my hands above my head* *turns to the camera* You may not know this, but Kate is extremely ticklish. *smirks*

Tim and Hate: *eating popcorn*

*barely has time to process what is happening before hE STARTS FUCKING TICKLING ME, USING ONE HAND TO KEEP MY ARMS PINNED AND THE OTHER TOO- OH MY GOD* *squeaks and starts laughing hysterically, struggling* S-SAM! *pant* GET TH-THE FUCK OFF M-MEEE- AH!

Sam: *chuckles but doesn't stop*

Y-YOU'RE TERRIBLE- AH~ SAM! STAAAHHHPPPP!! *is crying and laughing* *realizes it's no use struggling and fucking accepts this abuse*

Sam: *shows no mercy and keeps tickling me as he turns to Hate* Are you ticklish? *chuckles and watches me squirm*

Hate: *shakes head* Surprisingly, no, I'm not. But she is. Obviously.

Y-YOU HAVE REVEALED MY S-SECRET I- EEH- FEEL A-ATTACKED. *hyperventilating from laughing so hard*

Sam: *he finally stops but keeps my arms pinned* Having fun?

*wriggles desperately but can't get out from under him* *my face is red* YOU BITCH. L-LET ME GO. *glares, still laughing a little*

Sam: Hmm.. Just for that insult, I'm going to tickle you more. Tim, turn the camera off.

*eyes widen* *starts struggling and laughing again as he tickles me* W-WAIT WHAT, NO! T-TIM, HATE, PLEASE HELP ME, AH~ NO- *the camera goes black*

>>This shit happened to me and I'm so salty you have to understand oh my god.<<