Connie meets FREETZO

“Well…I’m here…what the hell do I do now,”  said Connie, the titan super soldier.   “All we want to do is test the durability of your body,” said a woman’s voice from the intercom, “We have been fascinated with how resilient you are to explosives and the like.” 

Connie was paid to come to the SCP foundation labs, in order for the scientists to learn on how she got this way exactly, in hopes of repeating the outcome.  In return for her cooperation, not only would she be paid, but she would also be provided with a year’s supply of Jack Daniels.  “You scientists and your experiments…” said Connie, “You’re the third group this month to ‘study’ me.”  “We assure you, ma’am, this won’t be like the others.”

Connie just rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair in the center of the room.  “So, what will you use first?  Bullets, pointed objects, or bombs?”  The Titan sat there, waiting for a response, but got none.  “Hey!  Is anyone there?”  The super soldier slouched back in her chair and began to think.  *Man, these eggheads aren't very polite; don’t they realize I could be doing something like getting drunk on Jack?*

“Sorry,” said a woman on the intercom, “we just had to make some final adjustments and make sure everything was ready for testing.”    “Bout time,” retorted the redhead, “so what is it that we’re going to do?”  

All of the sudden, a door on the side of the room opened, and Connie could see the outline of what appeared to be a punk rocker.  “Let me ask you something ma’am,” said the woman on the intercom, “Would you by any chance be…..Ticklish?”   Connie’s eyes widened when she heard those awful word, for she suffered from a condition that made her hyper ticklish, and she hated it!

“Hello hello hello,” said the shape, “I’d like to introduce myself…”  The figure stepped into the only light in the room, revealing a bizarre orange creature.  The weird thing had a pompadour, as well as punk green spikes, and green veins ran around its body.  “My name is SCP-999-A, but you may refer to me simply as FREETZO.”  “Umm…what the hell are you,” said Connie, “and why on earth do you smell like peanut butter?”  “I, my beautiful giant of a woman, am the Tickle Monster…”  Connie froze up, “Or at least the better tickle monster, least I can provide speech and comprehend it, unlike my dolt of a ‘father’.

Connie, not liking where this was heading, rose out of her chair, and began to slowly slide away as the Orange thing was gabbing about his problems.  “SCP-999-A, pay attention to your guest,” said the Scientist, “You can’t be rude and just ignore her like that!”  Connie swore under her breath, and turned to face the little freakazoid.  When she did, it was gone.  She looked all around the dimly lit room, trying to keep hear surroundings about, when all of the sudden, she felt a poke in the back of her neck.  Connie Squealed and spun around, only to find nothing there; this caused her to panic.  She ran to the door and began to bang on it, “Alright, I don’t want to do this anymore, let me out!”  “Why do you want to leave so soon,” a voice from the ceiling called out, “I want to get to know you, you big beauty.”  Connie began to punch the door in, causing damage, but not enough to get out just yet.  “Stay away from me you weirdo,” said the giantess, “I don’t want anything to do with you!”

All of the sudden, the gooey monster appeared right in her face; “Insults will get you nowhere, cutie pie.”  And with that, the thing pounced on her, entrapping her entire body.  The lummox began to stretch and fight the gooey grasp of the monster, but to no avail.  “Sorry honey, but this body can withstand the blast of a neuroplasma nuclear bomb, you can’t break free.”  That didn’t stop the woman, she only struggled harder.  “If you keep doing this, you’ll tire yourself out before I even start…So I better start now.”  The slimy monster began to suck some of its goo back, revealing the gigantic boots of the lady.  “My my my, what big shoes you have Grandma,” said FREETZO.  “The better to stomp you with, you little freak,” replied Connie in a harsh tone.  “Such big boots, let’s take a look at the big feet that hide inside of them, shall we?”  Connie could do nothing, she was stuck in the grasp of this beast, and all she could do was plead for it to let her keep her shoes on.  “I’m sorry my new love, but the lady in the in the intercom room said if I didn't do this, I wouldn't get candy later on, or play with her.” 

The monster sprouted tendrils next to Connie’s boots, and began to untie the laces.  Slowly but surely, FREETZO managed to untie them, and began to slowly lift them of, resulting in his spikes and pompadour to stand straight up.  He leaned in close and took a few sniffs of her giant socked feet; they smelled like gunpowder mixed with crayola crayons, a very weird mix.  “My dear, never have I smelled feet quite as unique as yours, I love them!”  Connie blushed, but began to sweat in fear of what would come next.  FREETZO then began to tug on the top of her socks, he didn't want to waste time; he wanted to tickle those bare soles.  Connie felt her last bit of protection slowly climb up her her arches until they reached her toes, they came of immediately.  She felt a cool breeze, and she scrunched her toes, and FREETZO’S eyes bugged out and he began to turn a red orange color, indicating he was blushing. 

“This soles…they are massive, and they are gorgeous!” The goo scanned every inch of the giant soles, causing Connie to fear this; goo boy was getting extremely attached to her feet.  “I’d better start; I don’t want to let any more time be wasted.”  Connie froze…this was it…she held her breath hand, closed her eyes, scrunched her toes, and prayed for divine intervention….It never came. 

She felt a poke on the arch of her left sole, and she let out a booming laugh, which scared the crap out of the goo.  “Shit! What the hell was that?”  FREETZO poked the giantess again, but on the other sole, same result.  The fiend smiled wide, and began to slowly trail his tendril up her sole, ever so slowly.  Connie began to scream, “NOHOHOHOHOHOOOHHHOOOO!!!!!! PLEASE!!!! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!!!  ANYTHINAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!  “Oh, I think I’ve fallen madly in love with this new toy.”   FREETZO then used two tendrils on each foot, causing the tough commando to cry and plead, “PLEAHEHEHEHEHSE!!!!STOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAHOPPP!!!!! NOHOHOHOHHOHOHO MOHOHHOHOHORE!!!!!!  SOMEBODYEHEHEHEHEEHEH PUT MEHEHEHEH OUT OF MYHEHEHEHEHEEH MISERHEHEHEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!!!!!!!!

The gooey thing shifted up to the crying commando’s head, and just began to stare with love and pride, adding more tendrils, for a total of ten tickly tendrils torturing the toes of the giantess.  “They’ll have to get me a candy factory to pry me away from you, we’re going to have a lot of fun for the rest of your stay.”  The halls of the labs were filled with the shrieks and pleas of a proud woman reduced to a quivering begging baby…and someone found love for his new toy.

Happy early birthday man, I hope you appreciate this and take it as a form of sincere flattery, I really do like this character.

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