The Raichu looks totally unphased. He throws the door wide open; everyone follows inside.
This room is annoyingly small. A large tank-like enclosure takes up the majority, which leaves little for the rest of you. A tv flips on overhead.
"Hello again, you Raichu. Your hatred of being tickled has gotten you into trouble before. A quick tickle to the ribs is all it took to make you shock your brother dead." The Raichu visably tenses.
"I'm going to make sure you never hurt anyone with that again. Execpt perhaps yourself. Before you is a tank. I suggest you step inside if you want to survive. Then, I would like it if you were to sit down." Raichu does not hesitate. He slides the door open, which slams shut behin d him. Moments after sitting down in the chair, his stubby arms and ancles are planted to the chair with sturdy metal. His arms are slowly raised up and feet raised until you can see his soles perfectly. They strain to appear relaxed.
"You are about to be tickled for a while, but I am not going to tell you for how long. I expect for you to discharge a bit of electricity during this time. However much you discharge, however, will be returned to you by the end of our little session. Hopefully you can survive taking it all back at once. Oh and by the way, you should take a look up." All the eyes in the room look to the ceiling. A small box is affixed within the tank.
"Perhaps you should have checked that box for the key before you sat down. Its unlocked. But its a little late for that now." Raichu is furious now; he struggles with the restraints.
"Good luck."
The tv flashes off and several tiny yet sinister-looking pikachus enter through a door near the rear of the tank. Each is blacker than midnight with flashes in their eyes. Raichu swivels his head to watch. One immediately grabs for his ribs and starts kneading furiously. It starts going so fast that it looks more like it's digging through the Raichu's side than tickling it. The raichu uses every iota of strength to suck his body away from the ticklish assult. His strength gives out and a thin stream of electricity stems from his cheecks to collect at metal orbs on the sides of the tank.
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