Gitchy introduces himself to Sarah

As Sarah pores over her textbook, the concentrated silence of her home is suddenly pierced by the sound of laughter echoing through the hallways. It’s an unsettling, high-pitched giggle that sends shivers down her spine, causing her to snap her head up, eyes wide with confusion.

“What the heck?” she murmurs to herself, pushing off the couch and setting her book aside. Heart racing, she creeps toward the source of the laughter, her socked feet making soft whispers against the cool floor.

In an instant, Gitchy closes the distance between them, his painted face stretching into an even wider grin as he leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey there, sweet cheeks! I’m Gitchy, the tickle monster of your wildest nightmares!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of playful and predatory. “I just love ticklish girls like you; they’re my absolute favorite!”

Sarah’s eyes widen in horror as the reality of his words sinks in. “W-What do you mean?” she stammers, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. She takes another hesitant step back, but he's quick, blocking her path with his exaggeratedly floppy shoes. “Oh, don’t be shy! I can already tell you’re a giggle factory just waiting to burst!” he laughs, his tone dripping with unhinged excitement.