Once, in the whimsical land of Sensations, there lived a lively little entity named Tickle. Full of joy, Tickle’s mission was to spread laughter wherever they went. But Tickle had one flaw: they didn’t know when to stop. What began as delightful giggles spiraled into frustrated squirming. Soon, even the most patient sensations grew tired of Tickle’s antics. Cast out for their overzealous ways, Tickle wandered, morphing into something new—an Itch.
As an itch, they became a master of stealth. Invisible and mischievous, Itch would start as a gentle tickle, but soon escalates into an unbearable need to scratch. But here lay Itch’s secret weapon: every scratch broke the the apart, each part forming new itches. Where there was once one itch, there would soon be many.
Itch’s antics had a weakness, though—cold. A blast of icy gel or a cooling breeze sent them retreating, unable to withstand the chill. Those who ignored Itch entirely, refusing to scratch, found that patience was the key to their defeat.
Now a rogue agent of irritation, Itch still dreams of simpler days as Tickle but is stuck as a tiny, persistent annoyance.