At the Grant Mansion, things were calm and serene. That is, except for Sasha Jocklin, who was running for dear life.
"HELP!" Sasha cried out. She ran up and down the house, trying to find a place to hide. She spotted her sister Rachel in the girls' bedroom. The blonde girl jumped when her sister jumped into her arms.
"Rachel! Hide me! He's after me!" Sasha squealed.
"What?! Who's after you?!" Rachel asked.
"Frankenstrike! He says he has another tickle experiment for me! And he says it's the best one yet!" She explained fearfully. "What if I ending up laughing myself to death?! You gotta hide me!"
When they heard the heavy footsteps of Frankenstrike coming close, Rachel had to think fast. "Alright, hide in the closet!" Rachel took her sister to the closet and shut it good and tight.
Rachel hopped onto her bed just as soon as Frankenstrike came in. He looked around and saw Rachel "reading" a book.
"Rachel, have you seen Sasha anywhere?" he asked.
"Nope, haven't seen her." Rachel answered, not lifting her eyes off her book. Her heart sank when Frankenstrike's shadow came over her. The monster doctor leaned down to her. "Are you sure? You wouldn't be trying to hide her by any chance, would you?"
Rachel hunkered down and tried to keep "reading." "I swear! I don't know where she is!"
She was obviously lying. But instead of calling her out, Frankenstrike smiled and picked Rachel up by her shirt collar. "Well, if I can't find Sasha, I'll settle for you instead."
Rachel squeaked in fear. "No! I don't want to be tickled!"
Sasha was watching from the closet. She felt bad that her sister was going to get tickled tortured because she was being a coward. She stepped out of the closet. "I'm right here, Frankenstrike! I'll be your guinea pig!"
Frankenstrike and Rachel were suprised. "You'd take a tickle torture for me?" Rachel asked, touched.
"Yeah." Sasha sighed. She looked up at Frankenstrike and gulped seeing his evil grin. Sasha held her hands up, surrendering.
To her surprise, Frankenstrike picked her up gently in his arms. "Alright, let's go."
At Frankenstrike's lab, the alien walked in carrying Sasha. "That was a brave thing you did back there, Sasha."
"Well, I didn't want Rachel to suffer."
"Suffer?" Frankenstrike laughed. "Come on, Sasha. You know my tickle experiments will never do you harm."
"Yeah, but they still tickle!" Sasha replied. "And I don't like being tickled." She was interrupted however when Frankenstrike dug his finger into her belly.
"Eheeheeheeheehahahaha!" Sasha giggled.
Frankenstrike giggled hearing her giggle. "Oh, I think you enjoy it. After all, it does make you laugh." He locked Sasha down to the examination table. "I've made a few modifications to this table..." Frankenstrike chuckled in the most evil way.
Sasha whimpered and started to panic when the table started to tilt forward so she was ninety degrees vertical. A mechanical limb came from behind the table and shined a red light over Sasha's body.
Frankenstrike simply chuckled. "You see, thanks to all the past tickle experiments I've conducted, I have created the perfect device for more tickle experiments, interrogation methods, or just for fun! It scans your body to detect your most ticklish spots and creates the ultimate tickle treatment!"
"What?! No! Let me out of this thing!" Sasha tried to get out of the machine's grasp, but it was all in vain. One of the limbs of the machine lifted her shirt and the other limb's hand swapped to a tickle tool Sasha had never seen before. It looked like an ordinary drill, only the drill was replaced with a fluffy attachment, almost like a feather duster of very tickly looking feathers.
"Like it? I call it the Feather Drill." Frankenstrike explained.
Sasha shut her eyes tight as the spinning tickle tool came close to her exposed stomach. Once it began to spin on her ticklish bare belly, Sasha squealed loudly and the giggles began.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Cut it out! Turn it off! It tickles! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"It appears we're off to a good start." Frankenstrike said as he jotted down notes on the machine's progress.
Suddenly, Sasha felt the table bend back in the middle, making her back arch up. "What now?!"
"It's stretching out your stomach, so it's nice and vulnerable."
Sasha was terrified, especially when the Feather drill picked up to high speeds and tickled mercilessly on Sasha's belly.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sasha laughed in ticklish agony, shaking her head side to side. "THAT TICKLES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After several minutes of pure belly tickle torment, the drill stopped. Sasha was left regaining her breath.
She opened her eyes and saw Frankenstrike, grinning. "How is it, Sasha? And it gets better!"
The Feather Drill and an extra limb switched into two mechanical hands, wiggling their fingers at Sasha.
"No...Not that!" Sasha pleaded.
"Oh, yes that!" Frankenstrike mused.
Without a pause for breath, the evil hands wriggled onto to Sasha's stomach. She wailed before laughing hysterically.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TURN IT OFF! I'M BEGGING YOU! STAHAHAHAP!"
Things only became worse when the hands tickled her underarms and the Feather Drill returned to tickle her belly. And to make things worse two more hands began tickling Sasha's feet!
Sasha let out a loud shriek, the tickling unbearable. "AHAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Just when the world began to dim around her, the tickling stopped. More relieved than ever, Sasha tried to collect her breath, nearly conscious.
Frankenstrike released her from the table. "You okay?"
After a few gasps for air, Sasha nodded. "Just...gotta...rest...a minute."
The alien doctor carefully lifted her in his arms. "Sorry if I went too far, Sasha."
"It's okay." Sasha said, hugging the monster. "Just go easy the next time you use me in an experiment, alright?"
"Alright." Frankenstrike carried Sasha to her room and tucked her in bed and left her to rest. A few minutes later, Rachel came in and sat beside her sibling.
"You okay, Sis?" She patted Sasha on the back.
"Yeah." Sasha sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if Frankenstrike only likes me as his lab rat?"
"No, don't say that. Frankenstrike loves you like a father would."
Sasha looked at her sister. "A father, huh?" she said sarcastically.
"Yes, maybe you two should spend some time together." Rachel suggested.
"No thanks." Sasha said as she turned away.
A few hours later, Sasha was fully rested and got up from her nap. She went downstairs but stopped when she saw Frankenstrike lying down on the couch napping. As she watched him sleep, Sasha noticed something that was always on her mind.
"Why does Frankenstrike always keep his boots on?" Sasha thought out loud.
"I wonder too."
Sasha jumped and saw Whampire beside her. "In fact, I don't think he ever takes his boots off!"
"Really?!" Sasha looked worried. "I don't think that's good for your feet! Maybe we should get them off so he's more comfortable." Sasha went up to Frankenstrike's foot. She took hold of the boot and gave it a good pull, but the boot didn't budge.
"Whoa!" Sasha yelped when she was suddenly lifted in the air, dangling from Frankenstrike's ankle.
Sasha gulped when she saw Frankenstrike glaring at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he bellowed.
"Uh, just getting your shoes off." Sasha said meekly. "So you're comfortable." She chuckled nervously.
But Frankenstrike wasn't laughing. "I'm comfortable. Just leave it!" He tried shaking Sasha off his foot.
Whampire spat out a Corruptura and it landed on Frankenstrike's forehead. The patchwork-skinned alien stopped his foot shaking, lowered Sasha down gently, and laid flat on his back. He grunted as he tried to move, but his body was under Whampire's control. "Let me go!"
"Frankenstrike, why do you always make such a big deal about not taking off your boots?" Whampire asked his colleague.
"There's no reason! I don't make a big deal about it anyway!" He huffed and turned away.
"Come on, don't make me hypnotize it out of you..." Whampire aimed his swirling eyes in Frankenstrike's direction.
Frankenstrike gasped and shut his eyes. "No! Anything but that!" He heaved a sigh. "Alright, I don't take off my boots because...because...I'm ashamed of my feet."
Saska blinked twice. "You're embarrassed of your feet?"
"Yeah, not only are they big, they're...a little..." Frankenstrike choked back his words when he felt Sasha and Whampire pulling his boots off. "NO! Don't! Just leave it-"
But the couple pulled off the massive shoes. They fell backwards and when the shoes came off, their noses curled unpleasantly. Whampire gagged and held his nose while Sasha covered her face with her hand. They both had the look of shock when they saw Frankenstrike's feet. Just like the rest of him, they had scarring and uneven patches of grey skin.
Frankenstrike was mortified beyond belief. He whimpered in agony. "NO! Don't look at them!" When he saw their horrified expressions, he turned away and waited for them to make fun of him or insult him. But Sasha gently cupped his cheek and gently forced him to look at her. "Frankenstrike, what are so upset about? Your feet aren't that big."
The alien started to perk up a bit. "You think so?" He looked down and wiggled his toes. "But, they're still, y'know...ugly."
"Oh, please." Whampire said. "How can you be ashamed of your feet? They're just like the rest of you."
"And we love everything about you, stitches and all." Sasha said. "Especially your feet."
Frankenstrike was touched. "But...why did you react like that when you took my shoes off?"
The couple appeared hesitant. "Well, your feet are a little stinky." Sasha said shyly. "But we can fix that!" She whispered her plan to Whampire. He grinned and flew away to get something.
Now Frankenstrike was getting scared. "Wait, what are you gonna do?!"
"You'll see." Sasha winked. Whampire returned with scrubbing brushes and a bucket of warm, soapy water.
"Oh, no! I know what you're doing! Please don't!" Frankenstrike wanted get away, but that blasted Corruptura kept him still.
"Cleaning time." Sasha sang. And they scrubbed away on the soles of his feet.
"AH!" Frankenstrike yelped when he felt those awful brushes. "Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! NO! S-Stop! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" he laughed.
"Oh? So you're feet are ticklish." Whampire mused with a toothed grin. "Another reason to hide your feet." He started scrubbing his toes and Sasha did the same.
Frankenstrike was now reduced to endless giggles. "Heeheeheehahahahahahahahaha! No! Not my toes!"
"Yes your toes!" Sasha chirped. They scrubbed in between the toes and all over the ticklish feet. Needless to say, Frankenstrike laughed and laughed and even snorted a little.
Once the cleaning was done and his feet were all dried off, Whampire removed the Corruptura and Sasha cuddled up to the monster, who was panting for breath. "Sorry, Big guy. Couldn't resist."
"At least your feet are all clean now." Whampire pointed out.
"Yeah." Frankenstrike sighed. He smiled and gave Sasha a hug. "I'm glad you were able to help me."
Sasha shrugged. "Well, even though I'm just your guinea pig, I still want to help you in other ways."
"Sasha," Frankenstrike said in a rather serious tone. "you're not a guinea pig to me. You're a wonderful girl who's filed with so much kindness. And there's not a lot of people like that these days." He picked her up. "What do you say we watch a movie?"
Sasha smiled and hugged her friend. "Sounds great."