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Excel Saga: Excel and Hyatt Tickled by: FF7tickler2
Note to the audience: Well, the moment of truth has come, the Excel Saga story shall be written. First off to attempt to reproduce the craziness, I shall have to do something most unusual for me, write randomly. No main plot to go to point A-C. Just random stuff. Second off, I must appeal to DarkstormXalpha, do not kill me mighty Excel Saga otaku. I shall start it now. Music selection: The Excel Saga trailer.
*Our scene starts in total blackness, nothing can be seen in this black void. Then a light flickers, castings its glimmer on revealing a figure laying across a recliner, it is a female whose wrists and ankles have been bound down. At closer the girl looks familiar. Orange hair.. But then a voice is heard echoing across the walls.*
Voice: I, Koshi Rikdo hereby give permission to..
*One of the orange haired girl’s boots are removed, revealing a socked foot. A hand outstretches toward the foot and the foot recoils as the fingers of the hand stroke it and laughter is heard from the girl.*
Voice: …turn Excel Saga into a bad anime tickling story. *STAMP*
*Our scene then changes to ACROSS’s hideout. Il Palazzo has begun one of his speeches.*
Il Palazzo: This world is corrupt! …
Excel: Whoo Hoo! All HAIL LORD IL PALAZZO!
Il Palazzo: Excel, as usual you are your unrestrained overly hyper self. Now if you would step back a few steps. There, perfect.
*Il Palazzo pulls his rope, opening the pit below Excel.*
Hyatt: Senior, are you alright?
Excel: What is this? Only one creature of the mighty deep? Excel is confused. The creature appears to be removing Excel’s shoes and socks, but Excel knows that these creatures aren’t smart enough to do such a thing. Excel is also confused as to why these tentacles are approaching Excel’s feet. Excel is.. Hahahaha! Excel sees why! Excel is very ticklish! Hahahahaahaha!
Il Palazzo: This world is corrupt. This is why we must conquer it. The people of this world are only interested in one thing, the fulfillment of their own worldly desires. Take for example this person:
*The screen shows the face of something odd, a man with long silver hair in leather.*
Il Palazzo: Here is your target, this man is to be assassinated. He goes by the name of FF7, and has taken many other famous animes and twisted them to fit his own desires so that he may be praised to fulfill his own twisted ego. Even now he is most likely working on one. Your job is to kill him before he finishes.
*By now Excel has managed to crawl out of the pit, rather sweaty and still barefoot.*
Excel: Yes, Lord Il Palazzo, we shall do this for you. Excel promises you that.
Hyatt: What a wonderful speech senior.
*Later, Outside of ACROSS Headquarter’s aka somewhere unknown.*
Excel: Excel’s brain is starting to hurt, Excel knows she was just by Lord Il Palazzo’s side. But now Excel is here.
*It is dark outside and thunder and lighting is seen and heard. Excel and Hyatt have appeared in front of a castle. The doors open creepily, inviting them inside.*
Excel: Not to mention Excel has changed clothes to a rather revealing bikini. Hya-chan has apparently done the same.
Hyatt: Senior, it would do us no good to question such things, so let us go inside.
*Excel and Hyatt enter the castle and the doors close, leaving them in total blackness. A few seconds later torches light ablaze and some dark music plays in the background. A magic circle begins to glow on the ground, and a silver haired figure appears.*
FF7: I welcome you here, you’ve made it very far for just characters in a story. Who knew that you could make it the way here. No matter, you shall both be stopped here. For you shall not reach the final boss of me.
*Excel pokes the figure, and the image flickers, Hyatt does also and they continue for a while.*
Excel: This must be one of these geeky otakus. I shall kill you for Lord Il Palazzo, vampire.
FF7: You stupid bimbo, this is an RPG final dungeon, not something from Castlevania!
Excel: Huh, Excel’s brain hurts.
FF7: Fine, I’ll just kill you all. Prepare for your first test.
*The image of FF7 fades, and the heraldic circle stops glowing, leaving Excel and Hyatt to herself.*
Excel: C’mon Hya-chan, he is scared now, let’s get him.
*A ghostly figure in the air is crying. Excel, my American female friend, Pedro is so sorry he must do this to you. But the man in silver hair promise Pedro that he get his sexy wife and son back if he do this. Pedro then possesses Hyatt.*
Hyatt: Of course Excel.
*Excel begins walking and Pedro/Hyatt come from behind and dig their nails into Excel’s ribs exposed by her two piece. Excel falls to the ground trying to protect her ribs, but Hyatt/Pedro sits on her and begins tickling her underarms.*
Excel: HAHAHAHA! Excel doesn’t get why this happened for the second time today?! HAHAHAHAHA!
Hyatt/Pedro: Oh, Pedro remembers when he did this to his sexy wife, oh how Pedro misses her.
Excel: Hya-chan, you left yourself open!
*Excel’s fingers begin tickling up and down Hyatt’s ribs, sending her recoiling back trying to protect her exposed ribs. Pedro leaves Hyatt’s body.*
Pedro: No, Pedro has failed again!
Hyatt: Senior! HAHAHAAA! What are you? Hahahaa! *cough*
*Hyatt starts coughing up blood, causing Excel to stop her assault as Hyatt’s eyes roll back into her head.*
Excel: You keep doing that, I think this time it was on purpose.
*Hyatt wipes her the blood off her mouth and gets up.*
Hyatt: I’m sorry senior.
*The two enter the next room which is full of vines.*
Excel: Excel notices that the scenery has drastically changed, so Excel wonders what will happen here.
*The vines that line the room begin moving, and wrap around their respective targets of Excel and Hyatt, leaving them a tied up tangled mess on the ground.*
Excel: Excel cannot move, how about you Hya-chan?
Hyatt: I cannot as well senior.
*The door at the end of the room opens, and the sound of Puchu, Puchu is heard.*
Excel: Excel believes she has seen these creatures before, and even fought them before, but Excel cannot remember.
*One of the tiny cute martians point their staff at Excel, accept this time, instead of its usual heart ending of the staff, there is a feather.*
Excel: Excel has the strangest feeling of déjà vu.
Hyatt: Me as well senior.
Martian: Puchu, Puchu. (Tickle her, so that our race may be avenged for having shown our ugly side.)
*The tiny little martians line up all around the tangled figures of Excel and Hyatt and begins using their little feather ended staffs in all the usual places, sending both of them in a giggling frenzy well wiggling in their vine prisons.*
Excel: HAHAHA! Excel is just glad nothing has made contact with Excel’s feet since a certain, HAHAHAHA! Pit! HAHAHAHA!? No, you wouldn’t?!
*Excel’s toes curl in defense as two of the martians begin stroking the feathery staffs up and down her soles. Excel has also noticed that it feels like more feathers are tickling her. Apparently the ones that had been tickling Hyatt left when she started coughing up blood.*
Excel: Lord Il Palazzo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP! HAHAHAHA!
*Back with FF7*
FF7: Ah, so they have reached the climax. Now, who to save them, I think Il Palazzo should. Then we will have a happy ending between him and Excel. He needs to loosen up a little.
Nabeshin: Hold it right there. As the director of Excel Saga, I see you’ve taken the story line and destroyed it. Therefore you must be punished.
FF7: WHA? NABESHIN! I DIDN”T WRITE YOU IN? HOW!
Nabeshin: Die!
*A shot is heard, followed by silence, then the scene changes to a bedroom with the figure of FF7 sitting up in his bed.*
FF7: What a messed up dream.
Note to the audience: Well, the moment of truth has come, the Excel Saga story shall be written. First off to attempt to reproduce the craziness, I shall have to do something most unusual for me, write randomly. No main plot to go to point A-C. Just random stuff. Second off, I must appeal to DarkstormXalpha, do not kill me mighty Excel Saga otaku. I shall start it now. Music selection: The Excel Saga trailer.
*Our scene starts in total blackness, nothing can be seen in this black void. Then a light flickers, castings its glimmer on revealing a figure laying across a recliner, it is a female whose wrists and ankles have been bound down. At closer the girl looks familiar. Orange hair.. But then a voice is heard echoing across the walls.*
Voice: I, Koshi Rikdo hereby give permission to..
*One of the orange haired girl’s boots are removed, revealing a socked foot. A hand outstretches toward the foot and the foot recoils as the fingers of the hand stroke it and laughter is heard from the girl.*
Voice: …turn Excel Saga into a bad anime tickling story. *STAMP*
*Our scene then changes to ACROSS’s hideout. Il Palazzo has begun one of his speeches.*
Il Palazzo: This world is corrupt! …
Excel: Whoo Hoo! All HAIL LORD IL PALAZZO!
Il Palazzo: Excel, as usual you are your unrestrained overly hyper self. Now if you would step back a few steps. There, perfect.
*Il Palazzo pulls his rope, opening the pit below Excel.*
Hyatt: Senior, are you alright?
Excel: What is this? Only one creature of the mighty deep? Excel is confused. The creature appears to be removing Excel’s shoes and socks, but Excel knows that these creatures aren’t smart enough to do such a thing. Excel is also confused as to why these tentacles are approaching Excel’s feet. Excel is.. Hahahaha! Excel sees why! Excel is very ticklish! Hahahahaahaha!
Il Palazzo: This world is corrupt. This is why we must conquer it. The people of this world are only interested in one thing, the fulfillment of their own worldly desires. Take for example this person:
*The screen shows the face of something odd, a man with long silver hair in leather.*
Il Palazzo: Here is your target, this man is to be assassinated. He goes by the name of FF7, and has taken many other famous animes and twisted them to fit his own desires so that he may be praised to fulfill his own twisted ego. Even now he is most likely working on one. Your job is to kill him before he finishes.
*By now Excel has managed to crawl out of the pit, rather sweaty and still barefoot.*
Excel: Yes, Lord Il Palazzo, we shall do this for you. Excel promises you that.
Hyatt: What a wonderful speech senior.
*Later, Outside of ACROSS Headquarter’s aka somewhere unknown.*
Excel: Excel’s brain is starting to hurt, Excel knows she was just by Lord Il Palazzo’s side. But now Excel is here.
*It is dark outside and thunder and lighting is seen and heard. Excel and Hyatt have appeared in front of a castle. The doors open creepily, inviting them inside.*
Excel: Not to mention Excel has changed clothes to a rather revealing bikini. Hya-chan has apparently done the same.
Hyatt: Senior, it would do us no good to question such things, so let us go inside.
*Excel and Hyatt enter the castle and the doors close, leaving them in total blackness. A few seconds later torches light ablaze and some dark music plays in the background. A magic circle begins to glow on the ground, and a silver haired figure appears.*
FF7: I welcome you here, you’ve made it very far for just characters in a story. Who knew that you could make it the way here. No matter, you shall both be stopped here. For you shall not reach the final boss of me.
*Excel pokes the figure, and the image flickers, Hyatt does also and they continue for a while.*
Excel: This must be one of these geeky otakus. I shall kill you for Lord Il Palazzo, vampire.
FF7: You stupid bimbo, this is an RPG final dungeon, not something from Castlevania!
Excel: Huh, Excel’s brain hurts.
FF7: Fine, I’ll just kill you all. Prepare for your first test.
*The image of FF7 fades, and the heraldic circle stops glowing, leaving Excel and Hyatt to herself.*
Excel: C’mon Hya-chan, he is scared now, let’s get him.
*A ghostly figure in the air is crying. Excel, my American female friend, Pedro is so sorry he must do this to you. But the man in silver hair promise Pedro that he get his sexy wife and son back if he do this. Pedro then possesses Hyatt.*
Hyatt: Of course Excel.
*Excel begins walking and Pedro/Hyatt come from behind and dig their nails into Excel’s ribs exposed by her two piece. Excel falls to the ground trying to protect her ribs, but Hyatt/Pedro sits on her and begins tickling her underarms.*
Excel: HAHAHAHA! Excel doesn’t get why this happened for the second time today?! HAHAHAHAHA!
Hyatt/Pedro: Oh, Pedro remembers when he did this to his sexy wife, oh how Pedro misses her.
Excel: Hya-chan, you left yourself open!
*Excel’s fingers begin tickling up and down Hyatt’s ribs, sending her recoiling back trying to protect her exposed ribs. Pedro leaves Hyatt’s body.*
Pedro: No, Pedro has failed again!
Hyatt: Senior! HAHAHAAA! What are you? Hahahaa! *cough*
*Hyatt starts coughing up blood, causing Excel to stop her assault as Hyatt’s eyes roll back into her head.*
Excel: You keep doing that, I think this time it was on purpose.
*Hyatt wipes her the blood off her mouth and gets up.*
Hyatt: I’m sorry senior.
*The two enter the next room which is full of vines.*
Excel: Excel notices that the scenery has drastically changed, so Excel wonders what will happen here.
*The vines that line the room begin moving, and wrap around their respective targets of Excel and Hyatt, leaving them a tied up tangled mess on the ground.*
Excel: Excel cannot move, how about you Hya-chan?
Hyatt: I cannot as well senior.
*The door at the end of the room opens, and the sound of Puchu, Puchu is heard.*
Excel: Excel believes she has seen these creatures before, and even fought them before, but Excel cannot remember.
*One of the tiny cute martians point their staff at Excel, accept this time, instead of its usual heart ending of the staff, there is a feather.*
Excel: Excel has the strangest feeling of déjà vu.
Hyatt: Me as well senior.
Martian: Puchu, Puchu. (Tickle her, so that our race may be avenged for having shown our ugly side.)
*The tiny little martians line up all around the tangled figures of Excel and Hyatt and begins using their little feather ended staffs in all the usual places, sending both of them in a giggling frenzy well wiggling in their vine prisons.*
Excel: HAHAHA! Excel is just glad nothing has made contact with Excel’s feet since a certain, HAHAHAHA! Pit! HAHAHAHA!? No, you wouldn’t?!
*Excel’s toes curl in defense as two of the martians begin stroking the feathery staffs up and down her soles. Excel has also noticed that it feels like more feathers are tickling her. Apparently the ones that had been tickling Hyatt left when she started coughing up blood.*
Excel: Lord Il Palazzo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP! HAHAHAHA!
*Back with FF7*
FF7: Ah, so they have reached the climax. Now, who to save them, I think Il Palazzo should. Then we will have a happy ending between him and Excel. He needs to loosen up a little.
Nabeshin: Hold it right there. As the director of Excel Saga, I see you’ve taken the story line and destroyed it. Therefore you must be punished.
FF7: WHA? NABESHIN! I DIDN”T WRITE YOU IN? HOW!
Nabeshin: Die!
*A shot is heard, followed by silence, then the scene changes to a bedroom with the figure of FF7 sitting up in his bed.*
FF7: What a messed up dream.
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