Warf and Dark are very different people. Especially when they’re tired. The pair have known eachother as long as they can remember, and their extremely close at that. They know everything about eachother. Theyve been hand in hand through the best and the worst. And neither would have it any other way.
Except Dark. On movie night.
Bim started it. He picked up a movie a friday night, then invited every ego. There was rarely times when everyone showed. At least one person would always be missing. Tonight, was an unusual night. Everyone showed up. But they began dropping like flies.
The Host and Bim fell asleep quite quickly, Doctor Iplier picking them up one at a time and brining them to their rooms to sleep. He didnt return. Ed and Silver left about halfway through to go to bed. Google followed after them, complaining his charge was low. The other three Googles agreed and followed. Now, it was just Warf and Dark.
They know the signs that the other is getting tired.
Dark gets kinda…out of it. He answers questions lazily, and slurrs ever so slightly with his speech. His eyes remain half-open, closing for about 5 seconds, then opening again. Like he’s been put in slow motion.
Warf is the opposite. He gets this final burst of energy, then crashes. In his little energy burst, his speech speeds up a bit, and he gets more jumpy and fidgity. He gets ridiculously giggly, laughing at practically anything. He gets much more physical aswell. Like now.
Dark was leaning back on Warf’s bed, his arms behind his head. He half-heartedly watched the tv-screen, swearing he would doze off any moment. However, the slap-happy man at his side kept him from doing so. Warf, calming down from one of his giggle-fits, rolled onto his side, pushing himself closer to Dark.
“Hi Darky.” Warf remarked with a large smile. Dark smiled every so softly.
“Hey Wilfy.” He responded, ruffling the others hair. He wasn’t surprised at the bubble of tiny giggling beside him. Warf wrapped an arm around Dark’s waist, to which Dark softly pushed him off. This cycle repeated about 4 times before Warf excepted defeat.
“Daaark why don’t you loove meeee?” Warf whined playfully. Dark rolled his eyes.
“You’re so affectionate. Are you not tired?” Dark questioned, eyebrow raising in curiosity. Warf grinned, making hand motions in the air.
“You are? Laaaaame.” He giggled, his hand falling onto the bed. Dark sighed.
Warf didn’t hesitate in the slightest, rolling closer to Dark and wrapping his arms around his waist. He nuzzled his head into Darks ribs, turning his attention back to the movie.
It was peaceful. Well, for Warf it was.
With his face half-pressed into Dark’s ribs, whenever Warf would laugh or say something, it sent a momentary shock through Dark’s ribs. It tickled.
Warf, usually, would notice immediatly. However, in his state, he payed no mind. Unfortunately, Dark’s state was no better for his predicament.
He was to tired to have the strength to hold back his laughing…so when he had peace for a minute, Warf took him off gaurd.
Dark didn’t even realize he had started laughing softly, until he saw Warf look up at him, wide-eyed and grinning.
Their eyes met, nervous to mischevious.
“Will…lets not be so dramatic…” Dark muttered warily, backing up a bit.
“Me? Dramatic? Dramatic is my middle name, Darkiplier!” Warf chuckled darkly. Something about it was offputting. Dark only knew one thing for sure, though.
He was dead.
Before Dark could even respond, he felt hands, moving like spiders, begin to crawl up his sides.
With a growl of slight concern, Dark weakly shoved Warf’s hands off.
“Don’t.” He warned. Warf smiled innocently, looking down at his hands. Dark had a firm hold on his wrist. Warf blew a raspberry in the air.
“Lemme gooo!” Warf whined, narrowing his eyes. Dark sighed.
“Sware to me, you won’t tickle me?”
“Swaring is a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“Warfstache. I sware over your dead body. If you try and tickle me, ill get you back 100 times as hard. Understood?”
Warf groaned dramatically, moaning a ‘Fiiiiiiiine!’. Dark released his wrist, and lay an arm to his side for Warf to cuddle into him. As the movie resumed, Warf started getting ideas.
Okay, so. He could tottally tickle Dark to death right now…or, alternitively, he could fall asleep peacefully with no revenge…or both, if he does good enough. He’ll be to tired then, right?
Yeah, Warf was gonna regret this.
Dark had began dozing off. Warf set his plan into motion.
He wrapped his arms around both of Darks, still hugging him close. Smiling, he began softly nuzzling the skin of his sides.
Dark opened one eye. That pink idiot was asking for it!
“Wihilford.” Dark said warily, avoiding eye contact.
“Wehe talked abohout this.”
“I know, I know!” Warf hummed into Dark’s skin, causing him to flinch.
“Can’t I have a little fun?”
Warf slowly began crawling his fingers up Darks sides again.
“Wihihill I will anihilate you!” Dark shoved pointlessly at the others hands, though he couldn’t stop them from trailing upwards.
“Phht, right.” Warf scoffed, drawing light shapes. He was stalling, and Dark knew it.
“Go ahahany closeher to my rihibs ahahand ill slihice your hahands off!”
Dark’s threats did nothing to stop the hands, how resting still atop Darks ribs.
“Not if you dont have the energy!”
“Wilford. Do not.”
Silence hung in the air, Dark pausing as he realised how he had been set up…He was to tired to deal with him right now. And, hey, how bad could this-
Oh. Much worse than he thought.
“Yes?” Warf asked mockingly, nearly drowned out by Dark’s laughter.
“GEHEHET OFF MEHEHEHE!”
“No! Wheres the fun in that?!”
It only took a minute for Dark to grab Warf’s wrists again, forcing them away and allowing himself to catch his breath. Warf froze. Warf didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew one thing for sure.
He was dead.
Bim found the two the text morning, Warf pressed against Dark’s chest, and Darks arms resting at his sides. Bim smiled softly. Sure, they were loud the night before. But they were happy, and thats what mattered. At least, thats what mattered to Bim.