Zoey's hands held down Mal.

"Let Mike out, now," she growled.

Mal chuckled.

"Or what," he asked, still smirking.

Zoey's glare intensified and she began to growl like a tiger.

Mal's smirk fell and his eyes grew wide.

(After 30 minutes of Mal screaming and trying to run out the door)

Zoey gripped Mal pant leg and began to drag him upstairs.

"Please! No! Don't hurt me," he screamed.

Zoey growled evilly. Mal whimpered and his irises shrank.

Zoey threw him into her shared room with Mike.

Literally.

Mal was winded. He shut his eyes to stop the room from spinning. When he open them again, Zoey was looming over him.

Growling like a rabid tiger.

"Last chance, pal," she warned.

Mal crossed his arms in refusal.

But in reality, he was terrified of Zoey's punishment. He had seen the punishment she had given the others, and most were horrible.

Zoey shrugged and pulled up his shirt.

Mal assumed this would trigger Vito, but it didn't, sadly.

"Z-Zoey! What are you doing," he asked, as a light blush settled onto his nose and cheeks.

Zoey's hand brushed over his stomach. Mal stifled and giggle.

Zoey smirked and lightly began tracing circles on his stomach.

Mal began to laugh lightly.

Zoey began to tickle Mal, very furiously.

Mal, being the only ticklish personality, began to laugh.

Like crazy.

"Z-Z-Zoey! I'm s-sorry," he pleaded between giggles and snickers.

"Apology not accepted," she said.

She began to blow raspberries on his stomach.

Mal began tossing and turning, laughing harder.

"S-stop! P-please! I-I won't come o-out without permission! I-I swear," he said, having a hard time speaking.

(In the subconscious)

Mike and the other personalities were on the floor laughing.

"Big, bad Mal is ticklish," chuckled Mike.

"He is not so scary anymore," giggled Svetlana.

"I can't believe that goomba's ticklish," snickered Vito.

"That whippersnapper's a pansy," laughed Chester.

"The kookaburra's has a weakness," cracked-upped Manitoba.

(Zoom out to the real world)

Mal was pleading with Zoey. "P-please! I can't breathe," he pleaded.

Mal's cheeks were red from laughing so much. And, to a lesser extent, he didn't like people touching him.

"Say you'll be good," said Zoey, blowing another raspberry.

"I be good! I swear! I s-swear," he yelled.

Zoey let up on her tickling and let Mal breathe. He quickly pulled down his shirt.

"Now let Mike out," she said, wiggling her fingers in warning.

Mal eeped and took a deep breath. Mike released it. Zoey smiled and hugged him around the neck.

(Inside the subconscious)

Mal had just appeared in the meeting room. The others were sitting their respective chairs.

Each smiling a grin, worthy of a Malevolent symbol.

"What," he asked.

The all stood up, still smirking, with out saying a word.

Together, they began walking, without breaking sync.

Mal began walking backward.

"What are you doing," he asked.

They held up their hands and began laughing in a way that scared Mal.

Mal's back met with the wall.

They all jumped on him and began tickling.