Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

The Jar of Doom (logicality)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay so. I made a oneshot. I know I should be working on Undeniably Important, but I had the urge to write this and I coughed it up on my computer in a span of 5 hours. I thought the idea was cute. It's based off of thetickleeraven's "Morality Wants to play" and I just had to write this.

Warning: Yes, this is a tickle fic. I'll do other oneshots besides this type don't worry.
Probably the only one of these I'll *cough* post *cough* unless people like it, I dunno. Some people might think its kinky, I mean its not as kinky as some of the other ones out there...Stop judging me! I'm just gonna go hide in those bushes over there while you read it...yeah... *jumps in bushes and stays there* I CAN STILL FEEL YOU JUDGING ME!!! ngah.....

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"Patton. Get down from there and why are you eating cookies at 3:00 am?" Logan had woke up to the sound of a crash coming from the kitchen early in the morning only to find Morality literally perched on a shelf eating cookies from the cookie jar.

"Mecause mi fas hunfry." Patton tried speaking with his mouth full, but was instead spewing crumbs on the teacher trait.

Logan grimaced in disgust as he backed away and brushed himself off. "Patton...stop this. Not only are midnight snacks not healthy for you, and sugar nonetheless, but I can hear you all the way from my room. Please just go back to sleep." He rubbed his temple in sheer annoyance.

After Patton had finished his mouthful, he huffed. "Aww...oh fine." He pouted as he began his descent down the many shelves he had climbed, with the cookie jar in one hand.

He began to walk past the logical trait and to his room as innocently as he could while casually holding onto the cookie jar.

"Good night Logan."

"Ahem. Patton, without the cookie jar."

Patton turned to look at the other side who was now standing with arms folded and a raised eyebrow. He knew there was no way he was going to escape from him. Morality flashed Logan the most mischievous look before he immediately ran to his room, trying to escape anyways with the jar in hands.

Logan rolled his eyes as he sprinted after him. Morality's childish nature had always somewhat humored him even if it was currently the devil's hour. He silently hoped that all this thumping and ruckus wouldn't wake up the other two traits however.

Logan followed Patton into his room before the latter could lock the door on him. Morality ran and jumped on his bed, clutching the jar as tight as he could with the biggest smile on his face.

"You'll never take precious!"

"We shall see about that." He looked straight at Patton as he locked the door from the inside, preventing easy escape for the childish aspect, especially with a jar to hold onto.

It was at this moment Patton knew, he was doomed. He tried to jump off the bed, jar in hands, and book it to his closet because he would be harder to reach there. If only he could get-

CAUGHT!

Logan was indeed faster than Morality. The logical trait now was holding Patton by the waist from behind. Despite the giggling traits attempts to wriggle out of his grip, both of his hands were on the jar, trying to keep it out of Logan's reach.

They were stuck. Morality couldn't let go of the jar for fear of dropping it, and Logan couldn't let go of Patton for fear of him escaping. While Patton kept trying to think of a way to escape, Logan was already one step ahead of him.

Instantaneously, the logical trait trapped Patton between the bed and himself causing Patton's arms and the jar to fall on the bed cushions, preventing much movement. The jar itself was in a position that if Patton did so much as let go of it, Logan could snatch it easily from above him.