Dioxyl Study Timeline and Database
Holy crap holy crap holy CRAP! I can't believe this! He actually said yes! Oh my GOD, he said yes! I didn't even think it would happen! I thought I was just a nobody to him! But he actually did it! Dr. Bang said YES!
Ahem. Test. Test one two. Chuchu Larnia. Chuchu-chu-chu chu da Larnia. Yooooooo.
Okay. Serious now. I, Chuchu, was picked by Dr. Bang himself to study one of the strangest creatures ever: the Dioxyls. From what he's given in his illustrations, Dioxyls are naturally mysterious creatures. He's given them their privacy, and even befriended a few of them. Named one of them Oxy Clean or something like that...anyway, back on track. Dioxyls. They're like Pokemon, but not like that same-species stuff. They're their own species...genus I forgot the name of, but their own species nonetheless. I'm supposed to study them in their natural habitat, and I was allowed to experiment on a specifically earmarked Dioxyl. Lemme get the paper out. [sounds of shuffling paper] "Dioxyl Code 2269." Gonna have to remember that...
Also says here I'll need to record anything and everything I can regarding Dioxyls, which is why I'm using this tape recorder. I'll get everything written down that I can't say out loud, though. Supposed to write a research paper too. I can do that! And...more instructions will arrive tomorrow. ...can hardly wait.
Okay. This is the next day, and I just got some things in the mail...[sounds of shuffling paper] I have an airline ticket to...some island I can't pronounce. I think it's got an E in it? Anyway, I was given a ticket to this island because that's where the dioxyls are going to be together for...[shuffling papers] passage tests and mating. Mating sounds interesting...no no no, not like that! Ugh, shit, gotta delete that part when I get the chance. And there's also a...clicker. The clicker is used to send out a signal to the Dioxyl I'm allowed to experiment on. Oh, and there's rules too. Hmm...no intentional pain unless for science, okay that definitely rules out open-heart surgery. No mating-oh god, gross! Gross...Okay, no pain, no mating, no...hmm, oh, here's the list. No kidnapping them, no earmarking them myself, no taking them into any forested areas, no straying from my one Dioxyl, and no killing. All obvious, but there ARE those freaks in the world...oh well. My flight is on the 25th, and I'll be flying out there for a week. Dunno if I have to pay for myself or not...
Recording this on the plane. Apparently the flight is private, so there's almost no one else on the plane. Didn't even need to pay. I don't want to take any real leisures besides food, though. Anyway, I've been looking at these papers, and for some reason, a few of them are addressed to someone else. Barry...Lechensko? Weird...I mean, was he supposed to do this before me? I'd understand if he....well, obviously he can't. He's got a tail he can't get wet. Hm, maybe that's why they chose me. Dumb luck? I dunno. Anyway- no, I'm sorry, but this is important, ma'am. I'm recording this for an experiment-hey!
Ugh...bitch took my recorder away, but flight's over so I got it back. My flight took me a place they call Playa del Carmen. So, in English, Carmen's Beach. According to my papers, tomorrow is the day they start a week-long rest period on land before they travel back underwater. So that's apparently my chance to study the Dioxyls, or at least the one I'm supposed to have earmarked. I think the name of the Dioxyl is...2269. Forgot, I'm probably gonna have to name it. So today's the 25th...that means tomorrow I start studying and using this book. G'night. Better put this in.
[excerpt From Journal]
Rules for Studying, for reference:
1. "Thou shalt not apply surgery or pain to Dioxyls. This is a mild practice of experimentation and such icky things like scalpels and bonesaws are not necessary to study Dioxyls."
2. "Thou shalt not apply private parts to Dioxyls. Such acts are illegal with species such as these; Dr. Bang is not responsible for trouble with either Dioxyl tribes or a court of law regarding Oxy-banging."
3. "Thou shalt play with the Dioxyl assigned. This includes, but is not limited to: tickling, restraining, and even wrestling with him/her. Record all major findings and actions you can about the Dioxyl."
4. "Thou shalt respect thy Oxy buddies. You can communicate with the rest of your Dioxyl's tribe, if any, but Dr. Bang is not responsible for trouble given for bad conduct. However, if you are caught for whatever reason and given an example of a judicial system, more power to you for your research."
5. "Thou shalt not kill Dioxyls. Dioxyls are considered a rare species, and trauma should not be induced by slaughtering these cute, innocent creatures."
[excerpt from journal]
Day 1-Meeting Higgy
4:00 PM at time of finishing recording
Today was my first day with the Dioxyls. Rather, today was my first day studying; I did not make myself known to the tribe yet. At least, I do not believe I did.
At roughly 9:00 AM, after getting the necessary preparations such as food, water, and recording supplies, I set out for Playa del Carmen. The beach was fair, weather partly cloudy. Thankfully, it was not particularly hot out yet. I found the tribe in question near a cliffside that almost looked like a cave with one wall missing, all leading out to the ocean. That was when I saw them.
Dioxyls. Awesome creatures, all about two or three feet tall, easily taller than myself. The first thing that I noticed was that they were blue. And not just one shade of blue, but many different shades of cool colors. I counted at least 5 colors. Each had similar characteristics. Their undersides from neck to stomach were colored pale blue-white, with an oval around the middles of their bellies. The oval marks were on their thighs as well, and their small tails, and even on their large ears. And their heads donning hair with material that looked like leaves, maybe seaweed? They each had four toes that seemed pointed, and they had almost humanoid muscly bodies. And their eyes, too, all yellow with varying shades. Their skin looked particularly interesting, in the fact that it seemed thin. Almost like a Poliwag's, in a way, except for those, you can actually see internal organs. Here, their skin simply looked soft. I remembered an excerpt from Dr. Bang's illustration of a Dioxyl: "[W]hen deep underwater, the skin becomes as hard as bone. When they come clear out of the water...their skin mysteriously turns softer than a peach's" (Bang, reallyreallybigbang.deviantart.com). This must be the case here, I thought.
I could not tell which Dioxyl was 2269 simply by looking at him. Instead, I fished out a device Dr. Bang had given me, which had a button I was supposed to press to find 2269. I pressed it, and immediately heard what seemed to be a car unlocking. I looked on, confused, until suddenly I felt someone tap on my back. Upon turning around, there was a large Dioxyl standing over me. I nearly panicked and shocked the poor guy! But instead of attacking me, he promptly sat down and stuck his feet out. At first I was highly confused, even asking him what he was doing. He actually responded, but not in English; instead, it sounded like he was gargling while making mouth and throat noises. It then hit me that Dr. Bang also said that Dioxyls have been known to stick their feet out to humans upon meeting them. "But I'm a Pikachu," I said to Dioxyl 2269. "I'm not really human..." Perhaps Dioxyls have enhanced sight; technically, I was not always a Pokemon and actually changed into a Pikachu, but that is not important; what was important was that the Dioxyl was offering himself to me.
Not wanting to make myself look rude to him, I did the only thing that I could think of; I tickled him. I started with light finger strokes along his toes, then walked my fingers down the soles of his feet from there. I was in awe. His skin was impeccably soft, flawless, and sensitive. His feet first twitched away from my hands, but before I made the incentive to follow them, he put them back just as quickly as he pulled them. His giggles were incredibly cute. If I could describe it well, his voice made strange, laugh-like sounds that sounded like "Hihihigggihihihiggggihihi." That is the best way I could describe it. The other thing I noticed was that his feet barely picked up any sand from the beach we were standing on. I was wearing shoes, and he was barefoot; he probably had less sand on his soles than in my shoes. Each spot I touched had a cute sound to go with it. Eventually, I decided to get more playful, getting verbal with the traditional "Coochie coos" and "Kitchy koos" of tickling. Each time, I was met with what could only be described as "HAHAHAHAGGGIHIHIGGGAHAHAHAGGGGGAHAHA!" And each time, he was scooting closer to me, ever so slightly. When he was very close to me, I stopped, smiling. I felt happy with this Dioxyl, and he seemed happy too. Not just because of the tickles, maybe. It was then that I said, "I'm gonna call you Higgy!" I named him that because that was what I kept hearing from him as I tickled.
However, at that moment, I made a bit of a mistake. I did not expect the Dioxyl to react in such a way as this. After resting a bit from tickling, I checked my watch. The entire tickling experience had taken about 10 minutes. So small of a time, and I didn't even find any particularly sweet tickle spots. I suddenly wanted to record him on my audio player, so I had proof of his laughter in case I could find any different pitches relative to tickle spots. However, before I could say the words "I'm going to tickle you again," Higgy suddenly grabbed my tape recorder out of my hands and smashed it against the cliff! Smashed it with such force that it practically exploded! I could only let out a mild squeak and the words "Thank God I saved it" before gathering the pieces up in my bag. Meanwhile, Higgy looked as calm as ever, as if he never saw the recorder or smashed it. I was flabbergasted. However, I attempted to look beyond this problem and instead look towards future experiments with Higgy.
After ditching Higgy for the time being, I set up a place on top of the cliff so I could watch the Dioxyls comfortably from above. From what I could see, they were either very primitive or very efficient. There was only one structure set up, a shelter of sorts that I could assume was either a meeting place for the tribe or a commonhouse. Perhaps a shelter only for when lightning strikes? I did not want to send a Thunderbolt down there to find out. Instead, I just watched and ate my sandwich, playing my Pokemon Black game on the side (only now do I question how a Pokemon such as myself can play such a video game). I did not observe much else from my "vantage" point; I could not even see what the tribe had considered their lunch. The only thing I could observe closely was the sound of what I assumed were drums coming from below during the afternoon hours. Other than that, nothing really happened besides a mild sun tan and lapping waves. Packing up at around 3:00, I figured I would just come back tomorrow, and hope I could do more experiments with Higgy. Why not even try some tickle tools this time?
[notes taken about Higgy]
Height: Approx. 24-30 in.
Weight: Approx. 40 lbs.
Texture: Soft, sensitive, dry
Actions: Natural Dioxyl foot presentation, laughter when tickled
Cry: Gurgled humanesque speech
[information from Dr. Bang concerning Higgy]
Markings: Regular Rings
[excerpt from journal]
Day 2-Higgy Hunting
3 PM at time of finishing recording
Another partly cloudy day and a low enough UV index to go outside. This time, however, I was once again intrigued by Dr. Bang's entry about a Dioxyl's skin. Supposedly, when submerged in water, it's hard as, in his words, bone. I would like to test that today.
After researching more into my papers, I found an excellent piece that I had skipped over: hunting patterns. Fish are one of the main parts of a Dioxyl's diet, so several of them hunt at around midday. And I had snorkel gear from the good doctor. So then I decided: I was going to tickle Higgy in the water while he is hunting. I at least figured it would be a different experience than tickling scales or feathers or fur like I usually do.
At 12:00 noon, I promptly strode out wearing my swim suit and no shirt, with a breathing apparatus and a good pair of swimming goggles. Amazing technology, this apparatus. It practically converts the oxygen in the water into breathable oxygen, or something like that. Bottom line, it lets me go underwater for at least 20 minutes, as long as I don't swim too fast or hyperventilate. Upon reaching the Dioxyl habitat, I realized no one was there. Perhaps all of the creatures participated in hunting? I was about to find out.
With a quick jump from a low rock, I dove down into the deep end of the beach. As the bubbles cleared, the view was very nice; the goggles worked flawlessly, and as I stuck it in my mouth, so did the breathing device. There were several fish swimming around this area; seaweed and what looked like coral floated and stuck around the sandy bottom. But that wasn't why I was here. I needed to find the group of Dioxyls.
Luckily enough, with a bit of paddling, I found them around a deep part of the ocean. Strangely, they looked incredibly adept underwater. As I observed, it was like they were flying over air and not swimming in water.
It was then that I felt a tap on my shoulder. Fumbling to turn around underwater, I discovered that a Dioxyl was hovering over me! Without thinking, I had yelped and my apparatus flew up and out of my gaping mouth. I immediately tried to resurface and regain lost breath, trying to calm down and realize what just happened. The moment I did, the Dioxyl surfaced with me as well. It was then that I realized that I had lost my breathing apparatus, and cursed loudly. But before I was able to dive back down to find it, the Dioxyl grabbed me tightly, as if to strangle me. I gasped and let out a weak Thunderbolt while struggling. It hurt me and him both in the water, and I almost passed out from electrocution.
I was glad I didn't.
I quickly recognized the Dioxyl! It was Higgy! I had shocked Higgy, and he was floating on the water and knocked out. In his hand was none other than my breathing apparatus! Quickly reasoning that he was just trying to give it back to me, I tried to think fast. He didn't need to breathe, but he could still be caught by predators or left behind. I grabbed Higgy and swam him to shore.
At that moment, I noticed something. Something very strange about Higgy that was entirely different than expected.
His skin...was soft. He was submerged in water, and his skin was soft. I thought it was supposed to be as tough as bone! As bone, it said! What was Dr. Bang smoking when he wrote that all down?!
...I stopped myself before I could shout anything else to the water.
After I pulled Higgy to shore, I rolled him over onto the sandy shore. Once again, I marveled at his ability to not gain any sand on his skin, while getting annoyed with sand in between my bare toes and in my cheek fur. I figured that this is enough time to observe Higgy's body further; after all, he was in a safe area, and if he woke up, he could just go back to his pack quickly.
As I observed his body, I felt his skin and was amazed. Last time I touched him, it was just his feet. Everything from his face to his torso to his legs felt soft. It was not "plush" soft, but his skin could be pressed in quite a bit. If I could compare it to something, it would be like a human baby's skin. Another fun thing to note during this was that he was still very ticklish, even when knocked out. Every time I poked or touched his skin, he twitched, especially when I stroked along his feet. Every time I did that, his toes wiggled and his mouth made a little grin. Unfortunately, I could not actually document any of his tickle spots, and forgot his reactions too quickly to write down at the time I am writing this.
It was 20 minutes before he stirred awake. I did not know what to expect, but I stood ready, making sure that I wouldn't discharge on him. But to my surprise, he simply sits up and hugs me. He grabs the apparatus I had before and stuck it into my mouth before releasing his admittedly-tight hug and jumping into the ocean. He was almost majestic about it, to be honest. After this, I promptly went back to my base to record my progress before I forgot.
Tomorrow, I really believe that I should get more interaction with Higgy. Not accidental interaction. This time, I think I should take action. If Dr. Bang says I can use restraints, I feel I sure as hell should use them.
[notes taken about Higgy]
Sensitivity: Responds to slightest touch.
Skin quality: As soft as a human baby's.
Tolerance to pain: Better than expected.
Other notes: Dr. Bang's previous observation about skin is false. When confronted by e-mail concerning it, it was met with the swift reply of "Eh, did I write that rock-hard part? Forget it if I did" and a subsequent "Oxies are soft and squishy...let's just leave it at that."
[excerpt from journal]
Day 3-Role Reversal
10:30 AM at time of finishing recording
A rather unexpected occurrence happened this morning concerning Higgy. It should be noted that this Dioxyl is highly intelligent and can apparently understand things such as empathy and basic motor skills, and can do this very well even compared to other similar "monster" creatures. However, at the time of me writing this, I am experiencing a sort of aftereffect to recent effects, side effects including a headache and very, very tingly skin.
My scientific analysis is as follows: Dioxyl claws tickle like a BITCH.
Let me start at the beginning. At roughly 6:40 in the morning, I woke up in a peculiar place. Even though I had started on my bed, my body had somehow moved from one side of the room to the other. And not just the other side of the room. The other side of the room with the stocks! I had ended up in stocks!
It was then that I heard a very familiar sound:
I had nearly jumped out of the stocks (I wish I did) in surprise! Higgy had actually snuck into my bungalow, took me out of my bed, and put me into these stocks! I immediately demanded to be let out before I got upset or drastic. Unfortunately, shaking the stocks around did not break them. The one time I wished Dr. Bang had skimped on supplies out of my whole time there.
Even worse, Higgy somehow knew more about human technology than I thought. He had actually set up my tripod camcorder that I brought along for the ride, in case my plans for today actually worked. It was almost embarrassing for me to see the "recording" light on and the lens getting a clean shot of my bare feet. Suddenly, I was the one being studied!
For all that are wondering, he did leave me the recording when I was done. This is how I can clearly remember what I did next, because usually, my short-term memory is a bit off. Especially when distracted by what follows.
According to the video, I was squirming around quite a bit. I was glad he didn't learn how to tie my toes. Within a few seconds of me protesting, however, Higgy giggled his Higiggle (my official name for Higgy's giggles) and scratched those evil claws all over my feet. I reacted immediately; I have a bad record of being more sensitive when I just wake up; many people have commented. I was hollering with surprised laughter, which was cute in retrospect. I shook the stocks around a lot, trying to get away. Those claws really did tickle! He scratched, scribbled, and even dug an "index finger" of sorts into my sole.
I should note here that morning sensitivity aside, I have very ticklish feet. While not too sensitive around the toes like most people I know, my soles make up for it greatly. Especially my heels. My colleagues all can tell stories about how sensitive those are, particularly in a little tickle spot between the heel and arch. Needless to say, that sends me into sensory overload if focused on too long.
Somehow, Higgy was smart enough to find all of my sensitive spots in just a few minutes. Actually, it may have been because I'm quite a bit more vocal than Higgy is. I was begging for him not to tickle places, and he just tickled them even more. He was driving me nuts! He even found a way to scratch in between my toes, which is yet another sensitive spot of mine that makes me squeal. Strange that the toes themselves are not that ticklish, but the skin between them drives me batty! It made me realize that suddenly I was the test subject, and Higgy was experimenting!
And then he found my heels. I remember that quite well, even without the tape. My whole back arched, my tail pushed itself against the floor, and my feet were in such a tickle mode that they were almost STILL by that time. Minus my toes; for some reason, those always find a way to wiggle. He managed to get the supersweet spot between my heel and arch, but I believe my screeching at that point which may have stopped him, because he immediately just started tickling my wiggling toes to make me die down to giggles.
I couldn't see when he stopped, but I was incredibly tired by that point, and my feet felt very tingly. Thankfully, my voice didn't give out, which let me ring out a weak "Please, have mercy" between catching my breath. Those claws were so pointy and so useful as a tickle tool that it was tiring me out already! I couldn't even tell what time it was!
It was then that Higgy sauntered over to the camera, taking it with him over to my left. I was highly confused for several seconds before realizing that he's not just tickling my feet, he's tickling my everything! And I didn't even have a shirt on.
After silently cursing the weather outside for my current attire, Higgy suddenly pounced on me! His HiGiggle rang true as he dug his claws into my bare torso. I was squeaking with laughter, unable to push him off due to how he was sitting on me. My arms were pinned by his small knees, and my skin was being raked repeatedly by those damn claws!
However, it was by this point that my mood started changing. Along with my ticklishness record, I usually go through a period of dreading tickles, but if the tickler in question is thorough and actually fun to be tickled by, my mood can change. Higgy was one of those now, because he and I were BOTH having fun by this point, and I believe he knew it as well. His tickles changed from raking claws to teasing pokes and scratches. He ended up getting my stomach, my sides, my ribs and ribcage, my neck, my armpits, and even my chest. All heightened by morning sensitivity!
By the time he stopped, I was a little woozy. My eyes were rolling back a little, according to the tape, but I wasn't about to pass out. Not that I remembered, anyway. But as Higgy stopped, it was like he was observing me, trying to study ME instead of the opposite.
I had decided to try communicating with him. Since he was obviously not going to speak English, I could try simple positive/negative answer kinds of questions.
"Higgy, can you understand me?" Nod.
"Can you understand me fairly well?" Nod.
"Did you have a reason for pulling me out of bed?" Nod.
"...was this because I shocked you by accident?" Shake.
"Are you mad about that?" Shake. Why is he not mad about it? I shocked him pretty good.
"But was that the reason for doing this to me?" Shake. I was utterly stunned by that.
"So then why did you even pu-PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Higgy stopped my question by tickling my belly, which did stop the question but raise new ones!
"W-was...was that the reason, right there? Because you wanted to tickle me?" A very vigorous nod.
"In that case, did you enjoy tickling me at least?" Another vigorous nod as he reached forward to tickle my armpits again, sending me into another giggling/squirming fit.
"So then...I'll regret asking, but which spot was more fun?" The "foot-lover without oxygen" grinned, reached behind him, and grabbed my foot by the toes, making me give out a ticklish yelp.
"So then," I continued after calming down, "do you like me?" A smile and a nod.
"Were you irritated by any of the things I did?" Shake.
"Would you like me to do more?" Nod! Apparently, I just got permission to keep experimenting on him.
"Well then, let me out and we'll-" He immediately shook his head. "Well, why not? Aren't you done?" Another shake. How much more did he even need, I wondered.
"Are you...experimenting on ME?" I asked. He Higiggled and nodded.
I knew I would dread the answer, but I asked the question anyway: "What exactly are you planning to experiment with?"
Strangely enough, he stuck out his pink tongue at me, much like a child would at someone to tease. However, moments later, I found it was more than a tease.
Higgy quickly put his arms behind his back, leaned over my chest, and licked across it. I shivered at the feeling; his tongue was like some sort of sandpaper! Of course, in the tickling community, that is often a description for licks like that, but this one deserved the title. It tickled quite a bit more than I thought that it would! Apparently he was challenging himself to use something besides his effective claws. The evil tongue went all around me, but Higgy eventually found the little indent (not a belly button, mind you) in my belly that made me squeak almost indefinitely. I was blushing the whole time; Higgy apparently didn't care if he was licking hair. Maybe he even preferred it.
Not once, though, did I beg him to stop. I was going to be respectful to him like he was to me. No matter how much that stupid tongue tickled.
After several seconds of that, he took the camera again and aimed it for my feet. Guessing he was about to lick there next, I teased him back by wiggling my toes slowly and saying out loud "You really want them, huh?"
I almost regretted that, because his tongue was even worse on my feet. I was laughing pretty hard from it all, not as much as the claws but still very ticklish. I was straining to not shake my feet around, but it was ultimately inevitable. But when I did shake, he only grabbed my right foot and slurped along it. I went nuts with laughter at that, but the audible sound he made just made me laugh that much more.
Another thing that my colleagues may or may not know about me is that while my toes are normally not that sensitive, it changes when a tongue is involved. Tongues always seem to make my toes very sensitive, and I never understood exactly why. All Higgy had to understand was that licking them in any spot just drove me up the wall! According to the video, he even put his mouth over my toes and licked them like that. All I remember was my loud squeals and eventual protest. My other foot tried to fight him by pushing against his face, but that set of toes immediately got the same fate!
I was having a very fun time with Higgy by this point. I did not have as much data as I wanted to get from him, or at least not the right data, but I could definitely write more about Higgy's tickling methods. He's an incredibly good tickler, even on par with Barry! Perhaps he and Barry would hit it off just as well! Minus the licking part, of course; Barry has always disliked it due to how gross it could be.
After the licks and tickle torture subsided, Higgy fumbled with the latch on the stocks, eventually unlocking it and popping the spring-loaded top part off. It took me a few seconds to pull my feet out, due to how exhausted I was. Before I could even say anything, though, Higgy had left through the open screen door.
At this point, I learned that I had been tickled for at least an hour, maybe two hours. I quickly found my computer so I could write down everything I found. Perhaps Higgy and I could find even ground somewhere, and I could finally get my data on how ticklish he is where. That was my new goal...that and taking a shower before I slip and fall on this sweat and Higgy saliva.
(End Of Part 1)