Author's Note: Blah, blah, blah… we all know the drill. Who can tell me what webcomic the chapter title comes from? Anyone? … hello? Okay then, for all you who don't know, the phrase Dead Sara Day is a revised version of Megatokyo's Dead Piro Days. Anybody who hasn't read this comic should. The site is and it's one of the best webcomics out there. It's all about gamer boys, and fanboys and Japanese idols, etc. And ironically, Fred "Piro" – his wife is named Sara, and she's the voice of Piro's conscious in the comic.

Dead Sara Day: Tickles and the Can-can

Sara woke up and swore.

"Not again!! How in the Hells did I get back to Deliyyja's? I was supposed to be going to Fayon!"

A face peeked into the room and Sara saw Century stick out his tongue at her.

"Nyah nyah! We got you back and you didn't even know!" Century's head disappeared, leaving Sara staring at the spot where it had been.

"Didn't… even… know…!! Get back here you moron!!" Sara jumped to her feet and ran after Century. She threw opened the door and leapt out into the hallway.

And fell flat on her face.

"What the- ?!" Century's head popped into her view again.

"Heyyy… how's the birthday girl?"

"What the blazes are you talking about, fruitcake? It's not my birthday!" Century pouted at her and Sara gaped. Last time she'd met Century, he'd alternated between cowering and switching to his weird alter ego Sela. Where was this coming from?

"But, but… Mistress Deliyyja said that it was your birthday and that we needed to surprise you." A shoe came out of nowhere, hitting Century on the head.

"I told you! Never. Call. Me. Mistress. Deliyyja!" Century picked up shoe and hurled back in a random direction. The shoe bounced off a wall and hit something that was invisible. Deliyyja appeared, rubbing her head.

"You dork!" She jumped on both Century and Sara, tickling them. Century doubled over laughing, while Sara just lay there, still in shock. Pretty soon the sensation kicked in and Sara quaked with laughter herself. Deliyyja continued to tickle the two of them for another couple minutes before suddenly jumping back up and taking off down the corridor.

"Bwahaha ha ha ha!!"

Century lay on the floor where Deliyyja had left him, staring after the Valkyrie as she ran off laughing maniacally. Sara was still doubled over in laughter, the sensation of being tickled not having worn off yet. After a couple more minutes, she uncurled and stared in the same direction as Century.

"Umm… that was… different." Century muttered into the quiet. Sara stared at him, before nodding her head. Century's eyes widened.

"I think this is the first time we've agreed on something. Without killing each other."

Sara eyed him mischievously. She scooted towards him with a small smile on her lips and raised eyebrows.

"So, would you like me to try and kill you again? Maybe this time I can make it a little more pleasant than last try…" Century scuttled away from her in his hands and knees. He stood up and looked back down the hall hopefully.

"Actually, how's about we find Mistress Deliyyja and tickle her instead? That seems like proper payback for her antics. Um… how does that sound?" Sara's eyebrows raised again and this time she stood, too. She slowly walked to where Century was standing, rigid, swinging her hips as she went. She stopped right in front of him and trailed a finger down his face to his throat.

"Are you sure about that?" Sara wiggled a little.

Century laughed.

"What's so funny? Are you laughing at me? Ooohh!" Sara glared at him, but Century just continued to laugh. When Sara still didn't seem to understand, he pointed behind her and she turned to see. What met her eyes was a parody of their conversation being enacted by Vroa and Py and their brothers and sisters. Michaela and Lucifer were laying behind their offspring, lazily blowing rings of smoke for them to fly through. Sara stared at the picture of lizard domestics and started laughing hysterically. She took off down the hallway the same direction that Deliyyja had left in, leaving Century to try and figure out what had happened.

Pretty soon, after no sounds of battle or shouting came to his ears, Century ran down the hallway too. He came up to Sara and Deliyyja standing in the doorway of Deliyya's room. They were standing stock still, looking into the room. Century looked at the two of them again, trying to figure out what was bothering him.

"Are you… hugging?!" he shrieked at them. The looked over their shoulders at him, looked at each other, then jumped backwards.

"No!"

"No! Absolutely not!" they said in unison. Deliyyja looked like she was going to laugh again, and Sara looked like she'd been covered by fire ants.

"Eww! Gross, Century! How could you ever suggest that! We were just really terrified by what's in the room." They both pointed into the suite.

"Well, what is it? I can go kill it for you." Century offered, but received no answer. The two merely pointed into the room again. He crept over and looked to where they were pointing and shrieked again. The two girls smiled and nodded.

"Now you understand," they both said. The three of them peered into the room again as one. Inside, music blared from a stereo, a latin dance beat – and to that music was dancing… Freya. She wore a can-can dancing outfit, and was moving to the music. She looked over at Century's shriek, and shrugged when she saw them.

"What? I needed to practice."