Tickle Time.

[ZuSquared]

I spin and fall back into giant, outstretched arms.

I am a fairy, with tin foil wings, and you are a black bearded pirate, torturing me with tickles. Aglow with joy, I relax against your chest.

Abruptly the air becomes stale. Has IT come to play ? Again?

The last tickle goes on too long and in a place where a tickle shouldn't be. I try and wriggle away but your hand follows, determined.

Yes, IT is here. Once friendly, black eyes now vacant, unfamiliar.

Then, 'SNAP!' IT is gone.

"Who wants a soda?" you say.

I nod.

[strawman]

Wow, is that creepy.

[gustomaestro]

Strong sense of mood created, swiftly subverted. Great.

[Phenopath]

That was nasty.