Night Terrors (Mr. Men & Little Misses Fanfic)

A Familiar Face

After a bit of trying to calm down, Miss Nightmare got her things ready & rolled them in a large wagon to Mr Tickle's house. The walk there was a little painful with the amount of stuff she brought, but she made it there. & on the way, she saw tons of new faces in this new place called Dillydale. Some even tried to interact with her, but she slipped them out of her hair just by looking at them with her bloodshot eyes & emotionless glare, making them intimidated & not want to talk to her. However, there was one that wasn't all that scared, but actually tried to scare her. They wore a mask to scare her with, but she was wary of her surroundings & noticed them before they could. The little miss trying to scare her was red with spiky hair. While Miss Nightmare was startled, she wasn't all that fearful. She could tell it was a mask & took it off to see a face quite intimidating to the others, but just the same to Miss Nightmare, who looked at the mask to see a signature. 'Miss Scary'. Miss Nightmare put the mask back on the other's face & walked on, leaving Miss Scary in utter confusion.

Soon she reached Mr Tickle's house, which she knew it was his because Miss Sunshine gave her his address. It was a decent house, white paint, yellow roof, a brick chimney, & two windows next to the red door. She walked to the door, pausing & setting her wagon on the pathway, then went to check the window to see if he was home. Indeed he was, & someone else was there too, tidying the house for him. A green oval with a mustache, glasses, neatly combed hair, brown dress shoes, & a bow tie. She shrugged it off, grabbed her stuff, double-checked the address, which was still the right one, & knocked on the door. It opened to Mr Tickle, who looked happy to see her... but the same can't be said for Miss Nightmare, who looked a little nervous when she saw the door open to him.

"Hello there, Miss Nightmare!" said Mr Tickle, who obviously has gotten over the fact that her name is disturbing & has also gotten over that awkward moment on the train that happened two chapters ago. "H-heya," she replied nervously, bracing herself for a tickle. "If you watched today's Good Morning Dillydale, I think you would know why I'm here." "Oh of course I did. In fact, my friend Mr Persnickety watched too & offered to help tidy up my house. & you look a little stressed. Seems like someone needs a tickle." He stretched out his arms & tickled her sides, & being afraid of it, she jolted & squeaked before trying to swat his hands away, reluctant to even let out a giggle. What was presumably Mr Persnickety overheard & went to check it out, & was surprised to find her standing outside the door.

"Oh, hello there. Say, aren't you Miss Nightmare?" Mr Tickle stowed his arms as the conversation with Mr Persnickety began. She nodded in approval. "Well your more of a mess up close. Your hair's all tangled & your face has dead skin all over it. You really need to tidy up." Mr Persnickety received a slap to the face. "Well you're no prize either." He was left stunned, while, & Mr Tickle wasn't too pleased with their behavior. "You two really need a tickle." "Not now, Mr Tickle. We still haven't given her a tour of the [newly cleaned] house." Those words rung in his head, reminding Mr Tickle what Miss Nightmare came here for. "Oh right, come on in." Mr Happy opened the door for her, & she "gladly" accepted it.

~~~Timeskip to after a tour of the house blubublub~~~

The tour of the house was a bit quicker than expected, but seemed longer with the suspense of being tickled... which never happened. Everything a house should have is there. Except a guest room, meaning Miss Nightmare would have to sleep in the living room... or somewhere else. At least with former, she'll have a bit of privacy. Mr Persnickety left a while ago, so it was just her & Mr Tickle, who was introducing her to where she'd be sleeping... which was in a sleeping bag in, she guessed it, THE LIVING ROOM. "& if you need anything, I'll be..." he forgot his schedule was for this week. "Oh, don't make this awkward again." Miss Nightmare groaned, holding her face in her hands, "It was awful last time, but we don't need to relive that!" Mr Tickle was embarrassed by her response. "It's not my fault I forgot my schedule!" It became more awkward than last time. Miss Nightmare broke the awkwardness involuntarily with a growling sound in her belly. There was a silence between them, but Mr Tickle soon broke it. "How about I get us t-takeout for lunch?" She nodded with a small smile on her face. "But first, someone needs a tickle." He stretched out his arms, but instead of using both hands in the tickling, he used one to hold her arms back & the other to tickle her tummy. Being pinned in that position, she was pretty much helpless. She squeaked & squirmed, but no cigar, But it didn't take long before she started to giggle, biting her lip to stop herself. But Mr Tickle soon stopped when they once again heard a growl, this time from Mr Tickle's stomach. "Ok maybe we should go get that takeout." Miss Nightmare said. Mr Tickle nodded in agreement & they went there.