As you look upon ancient artifacts, you can't help but ask questions like "What was its significance?," or "How did they build such a thing?" Robin often asked these questions, but now he couldn't help but ask in his head, "Why is it so heavy?".

The young wolf had gotten a job at the museum, working behind the scenes, but someday hoped to be a curator. A coworker had helped him to move the boxes, claiming they weren't too heavy. This was true, but Robin was very weak. He wondered what was in the crate, apart from a strange stone tablet at the top of the box. He remembered speaking with another guy about it earlier.
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"Ya know, this thing's supposed to have magical properties," the raven said, "You thing something spooky'll happen tonight?" He said jokingly.

"Doubtful," Robin responded, taking a good look at the artifact. "From the looks of it, it's been dormant for a couple centuries, meaning it probably couldn't awaken without contact with a strong magical source, assuming it's not tied to prophetic magic, triggering after a series of specific circumstances."

His acquaintance just looked at him weirdly.

"I mean... that's how works in a... book I'm reading?"

"Whatever," he said, shrugging it off.
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As he continued lifting the box across the room, he set it down and wondered if there was any way to make it easier. There was probably not much he could do, I mean it's not like he'd had super-. He paused for a second, and it hit him that maybe he could.

Robin walked behind large box, checking for security cameras that could see him, and he was safe. He reached into the pocket and pulled out an unassuming liquid the color of apple juice. It was a small pre-prepared potion base, and the spell he needed was simple, so he just needed a few ingredients to make it work. Peppermint, salt, and wolf fur. Fortunately he had a mint and salt packet from the cafeteria, and was in no shortage of wolf hair, for clear reasons. He added them both in and muttered "Neverete Alevere" and the potion glowed a bright gold.

As he raised it to his lips, his finger slipped and he dropped it. The potion dropped and spilled on the floor, right next to and on the tablet. This was bad. The potion he made was basic, the effects were small, but it was a shockingly concentrated magic formula, sure to awaken the tablet.

It glowed and sent off a strange energy wave throughout the museum. Before Robin could figure out what was going on, he saw an antique watch glow next to the tablet. Suddenly, he heard a rumbling from above and about 20 feet away from him, a large, square stone pillar dropped from the ceiling onto the floor. It happened again on the opposite side of the room, it seemed to be happening at random. Robin gathered up as many artifacts on the floor as he could to get them to safety and once he got all of them, he dropped them in a box, and ran to the door. But before he could get there, another stone pillar dropped on top of him.

It wasn't too heavy, it weighed about the same as the box he was carrying earlier, but was not willing to wonder what would happen if it dropped on him. It was already a little hard trying to hold up the pillar, but two feathers from out of nowhere appeared at his sides, and started ticking back and forth, tickling his underarms. The tickling elicited a few giggles out of him, and he was hoping it wouldn't get any worse. He was so ticklish there, that this was a little unbearable.

He didn't know what to do. The pillar was pressing on him, and the feathers were starting to make him lose control of the situation, but then he realized what he was wearing. A key necklace. It was one of the artifacts he got, and put it around his neck so he wouldn't drop it. He must have forgotten to put it back.

It was a bit of a long shot, but he remembered seeing the key beside the watch, like they were meant to be together. He also noticed the inside was hollow, like you were supposed to blow into it. He used his teeth to pull the key up to his mouth, and blew.

Once he did, the pillar seemed to ease up a bit. It was working! The only problem, as he soon found out, wad that simply blowing didn't work. It was a puzzle of some sort, one he couldn't solve so easily with his laughter making him blow into the key uncontrollably. The solution would probably be simple, but he was still gonna be there a while.

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Second pic and story done. I decided I wouldn't be doing a separate character for every pic, instead we'll just follow this guy. Also, sorry if I you were expecting it to be more focused on tickling, but after the last story, I realized that tickle stories are not my forte. I think I'll just let the pictures do most of the talking from now on. P.S. Pay attention to this guy, he'll be important.