It was a sunny Saturday in Los Angeles in 2016, like most of them are, and Tyler Posey was busy putting new wheels on his skateboard. With music playing throughout his condo, the 24 year old heartthrob was in his own world working away at perfecting his board when the doorbell rang and brought him back to reality. “Somebody’s throwing off my groove” Tyler announced, knowing who was at the front door as he made his way over. Posey opened the flap on his door to look through it and made eye contact with Dylan O’Brien, “Sorry, I already know about Jesus” “Fine, then I’ll have to eat all this In-N-Out by myself” O’Brien answered. “Alright, I guess you can come in” Tyler welcomed as he opened the door and Dylan was embraced by a friendly hug, almost forgetting how affectionate his friend was. “Dude, I’m starving here” Dylan complained. “Right, the food” Tyler answered before they migrated to the bar that connected his kitchen and living room. 

Posey and O’Brien both started with their fries, always animal style and as messy as they were delicious. “I like craft services and all on set but damn, this is always fucking amazing” Tyler added. “Maybe we should just get an In-N-Out truck to come to set one day; I’m sure MTV could fit the bill” Dylan suggested. “That’d be sick!” Tyler agreed with his usual enthusiasm before his co-star pulled out his phone. “Speaking of MTV, I almost forgot to show you what Sprayberry sent me” Dylan explained as he went through his messages. “Does he want your advice on another girl again?” “No, apparently the MTV website is running a poll about the Teen Wolf guys” Dylan explained before finding the actual message with the link. “For real? Is it one of those corny teen magazine polls about who’d be the best prom date or whatever?” Tyler laughed. “Check this out” O’Brien answered as he showed him his phone with the poll pulled up. 

“Who’s the Most Ticklish Teen Wolf Guy? What the fuck, dude haha” Tyler read aloud. “Who comes up with this shit? They’ve got most of us on there; you, me, Sprayberry, Cody, Daniel, Max, Charlie, Ryan, Hoechlin, Colton” Dylan explained. “Who’s winning?” “It’s probably glitching out or somebody’s rigged it somehow” “…but who’s winning?” Tyler questioned like he could tell Dylan was holding out. “Me, alright? I’m winning the poll” O’Brien admitted like he hated to tell Tyler. “No shit? Haha, I mean you are pretty fucking ticklish” “So are you!” “Yeah but you’re like, super ticklish” Posey doubled down, further souring Dylan’s take on the silly poll. “Out of all the guys on that list, there’s no way I’m the worst. Hell, I bet you’re just as bad as me; I can’t help Hoechlin gets me all the time and reminds everybody” Dylan protested. “Is that a challenge?” Posey questioned with a skewed smile. “Maybe it is…” O’Brien agreed like he knew he was starting something. 

“You really wanna do this?” Tyler questioned like they were in some western stand-off, putting down his fork and walking around the bar while Dylan abandoned his food just the same. “Unless you’re worried I’m gonna prove you wrong” the fellow 24 year old answered as he turned to face him. “Oh, I’m not worried about a thing…maybe you should be” Posey warned, already like a sports car revving up to get going. “Yeah right haha” Dylan laughed as the playful competitiveness between them fired up once again and he strategized in his head the best move of action. “Shit, did you spill your drink?” Tyler asked with a change of tone and concerned look toward the counter, convincing Dylan to look back and see for himself, foolishly allowing Posey to strike. 

“NooAOH! YyOOuUAASShHOolLEE!!” Dylan yelped with a giggly outburst once Tyler was squeezing into his lower sides, forcing him into hilarious convulsions against the bar like one of those inflatable men outside car dealerships. “Too slow!” Posey gloated with a megawatt smile as his fingers moved as fast and as viciously as they could up and down Dylan’s slim frame. “FFfuUCcKkYYoOUUAHAHA!” O’Brien argued while trying to grab Tyler’s hands but he was indeed pretty fucking ticklish, greatly throwing off his ability to counterattack. Posey’s grip was unyielding and quickly traveled south until he was locked around Dylan’s hips, even pushing down his jeans a little to really get at his newest target. 

“AAHahAGGEEeTTOOoofFFF!!” Dylan flailed in the air and tried to kick Tyler away but Posey couldn’t be deterred, beaming with devious excitement as he tormented his friend. “No wonder you’re winning the poll; you sound like a little girl!” Tyler taunted while kneading into both hips as brutally as possible, aiming to make Dylan tap out and admit defeat before he could ever get him back. “CcoOoMeEoOONNahAHA!!” O’Brien protested with a giant forced smile as more and more laughter spilled out against his will until he grabbed one of the wrapped burgers from the counter and hurled it backwards, hoping it would do the trick. “Ugh! What the hell was that?! Who throws burgers at people??” Tyler questioned like the burger to the face had stunned him and Dylan quickly took the opportunity to pivot and make his move. 

O’Brien shoved Tyler onto the wooden dining room table so his back was almost flat on it and wrapped up his left leg before ripping off the red Van to reveal a sockless foot. “Fuck that!” Tyler protested as he tried to intervene but couldn’t stop the eager fingers from scurrying up his fresh pink sole. “AAhAOhASshhiIITAhaAOHANnOAOA!” Posey erupted louder than he expected and tried to yank his foot free but O’Brien held on tight, scribbling all over the ripe foot with a focus on the buttery middle. “Good thing you don’t like wearing socks!” Dylan teased while using his nails to keep Tyler laughing on the defense. But Posey was always stronger and harder to keep a handle on than Dylan, and he reminded him of that when his other foot shoved O’Brien off the left one. “Shit!” Tyler let out with relief but Dylan surprised him by catching the other foot and yanking the shoe off so both of his tan feet were totally on display. 

“You want a whiff of that one too?” Posey teased while sitting on the table but Dylan proved he was more formidable than expected as he dove under the table and took both of Tyler’s ankles with him, latching around them with one hand to hold them under the table and going to work on his captive 11s with the other. “What the fuckAhoHAohANNOOAoAHAOH!! FFuUuCckKOOoFFF!!” Posey roared with heavier laughter, the kind only ever brought out by a good tickle attack. “Too slow!” Dylan teased with a taste of karma for Tyler as he clawed along both slightly wrinkled soles with wide raking fingers. “MmOooTtThHEerRFFuUuCCkKEERR!!” Tyler raged as he tried to kick free, not wanting to faceplant on the floor by falling off the table but Dylan made it hard not to just bite the bullet to get away, surprised by how terrible the steady scratching was along his smooth arches, balls, and tips of his toes each time. 

“Just give up, man!” O’Brien encouraged with a smile of premature triumph judging by Tyler’s wild laughter and inability to save his helpless feet. “FFuUuCcKkTThhAATT!” Posey refused as he made the decision to potentially sacrifice his table for the sake of the tickle fight, tipping it over with his body and forcing Dylan to let go of his excellent targets. “Dude! Did you just break your table?” O’Brien asked like couldn’t believe Tyler had done that. “Looks alright to me” Posey answered, far more concerned about beating Dylan than his table as he lunged toward him and the pair fell into a roll-around that landed them in the living room. 

The wrestling around didn’t end until Tyler got the upper hand and managed to stay on top of Dylan before using one knee to pin his arm to his side and forcing the other one up to pin it to the floor. “NO! No, this is bullshit!” O’Brien argued as he struggled to avoid what was coming. “Looking a little stuck there, buddy” Tyler laughed with sadistic glee as his free hand wiggled in the air to taunt him, slowly descending toward his upper body while Dylan grunted and squirmed under Tyler’s weight. “Fuck you! Haha come on!!” Dylan protested as the wiggling fingers got closer to his armpit, “I think you’re the one who’s fucked right now” Posey happily corrected before he finally made contact and drilled into the exposed armpit just as spiritedly as Dylan had feared. 

“FfUuUAUACCCKK! AohAAohANOOnNOOAOHA!! SSTTOhOHOPP!!” “Stop? Do you mean ‘I give up’? That’s the phrase I’m looking for here” Posey teased while digging around in no specific spot, making his way between the base, the middle, and the edges with chaotic efficiency. “AAHAOhNNOOOO! IIiDDoOOnnNTT!!” O’Brien refused despite his thunderous yet boyish laughter Tyler was so perfectly producing. “If you really wanna keep going, that’s fine with me but we both know who’s gonna win this thing” Posey assured with a cocky laugh as he started wiggling into the middle of the open underarm like he was stirring a drink with his fingers. “AAHAHAFFuUUCCCkKKYyOOuuAOhAOHA!! FFuUuCCkKOOOFFF!!” Dylan howled while his legs kicked around on the floor behind Tyler like he couldn’t stand it. 

“Come on, just admit you’re more ticklish than me…it’s pretty obvious” Tyler taunted with another devious grin but Dylan hated the idea of giving him that satisfaction. “NNoOAOAOHWWaAAYY!!” “If you really want me to keep proving my point, it’s no problem” Posey laughingly assured before leaving the armpit and pulling Dylan’s t-shirt up to expose his stomach. The frustrated actor tried to jerk free before Tyler could execute his next move but failed to avoid the single, diabolical pointer finger from landing in his bellybutton. “AhAhAHANNOO! AOhAOhAOhAoHAGGoODDDAAAMMmiiIITTTTtyYyLlLEERRR!!” Dylan roared with higher-pitched laughter as he bucked around on the floor but Tyler never lost his control, “See what I mean?” Tyler teased while making circles in the shallow navel with a casual cruelty to his technique, perfectly content to watch Dylan go crazy beneath him until he submitted. 

“FFuUUcCCkKOOoOFFF!!” O’Brien shouted as he fought to escape his friend’s pin and suffered the hellacious bellybutton tickling, really focusing all his strength to try and turn the tables despite Tyler’s natural tickler prowess. “You don’t have to say ‘I give up’…I’d also accept ‘I’m a ticklish little girl’ or ‘I love Tyler the Tickle Master’…” Posey offered with an arrogant upper hand as he swirled around in the bellybutton to no end but his confidence kept him from keeping an eye on Dylan like he should’ve been. “EEeAAATTSShHIIITT!” O’Brien let out with one good yank of his wrist to break free and shot into Posey’s armpit before he could protect himself. “AAHASSHIiITT!!” Tyler couldn’t help but fold as Dylan plowed into his underarm and forced him off him. 

Posey got to his knees and tried to avoid a retaliation but Dylan surprised him by hiking his t-shirt up and over his head to effectively blind him. “What the fuck, dude!?” Tyler laughingly complained but Dylan made good on his move before the shirt could be pulled down, launching onto his bare stomach with both hands. “AAhAAhANNoAooHAAohFFuUCCKK!” came bubbling out of Posey as he lost his balance and fell back onto the floor before Dylan straddled his waist and did his worst on the solid abs. “BbRRoOCCoOmMeEoOONN!!” Tyler protested while trying to pull the shirt down but O’Brien took a page out of Posey’s book and pinned his arms to his sides with his knees, preventing Tyler from seeing well enough to really intervene. 

“Thanks for doing so many ab workouts; it’s so easy to see where to go” Dylan teased while digging between his prevalent muscles, never once finding a spot that didn’t keep Tyler laughing his head off. “JJjEEAAlLoOuuSSS?!” “Oh, I’m super jealous” Dylan laughed before reaching up and fluttering across his nipples for a couple seconds and getting a much larger reaction than he expected. “Oh shit, what was that?” O’Brien pointed out before returning to the perky pink nipples and letting his fingertips dance across them while Tyler went nuts on the floor. “aOAohAOHANOoNNOOO!! AohAOAOHAOHANnOoOTThHEENnIIIPPPSSS!!” Posey couldn’t hide his chest’s severe sensitivity and Dylan was ready to milk it as much as he could, getting a real kick out of the discovery. 

“How did I not know you had such ticklish nipples?” O’Brien questioned with a newfound love for the explosive targets like he could see victory on the horizon. “FFUUUCCKKOOoOFFFmMAAAAHAANN!!” “It’s almost like you’re as ticklish as I am” Dylan teased some more before letting one hand sink into the mostly closed-off right armpit for a surprise attack. “AAHAHAASSHHIiITT! aohAOHANNOOAohAOhaFFfUuUcCkkyYOOuUuAHAA!!” Tyler’s laughter instantly rocketed up to a new level as he floundered under Dylan and O’Brien smiled with satisfaction at how well he’d turned the tides. One hand jumped back and forth between his nipples with fluttery fingers while the other burrowed into the base of his armpit with a horrifying diligence, the combination of both making Tyler break a sweat and even letting the shirt fall back down from his head after he writhed around so much in hopes of getting away. 

Seeing the look of ticklish overload on Tyler’s face only motivated Dylan to keep going, like he’d found a way to beat a level of a game if he was just consistent enough to keep pushing the same buttons. “Go ahead and tap out before you pee your pants, come on” O’Brien encouraged with impressive multitasking on the nipples and armpit but like Posey before him, his assuredness was his undoing, failing to protect himself from any counterattack until it was too late. In one good hurl of his legs, Tyler kicked up enough to wrap around Dylan’s chest and force him off, surprising O’Brien as he landed on the floor and Posey prepared to strike again. However, Dylan got to his feet and did his best to prepare for another power struggle as Tyler came after him with a renewed appetite for tickle torture in his eyes. 

“Oh, you’re fucking in for it” Tyler warned with a mischievous smile as he started poking all over Dylan’s upper body, landing quick blows into his stomach, his ribs, and sides. “aAHOAohOOkOkAOhAOH! CcOOMmEEoOnN!” O’Brien argued between the almost constant stream of giggles Posey was producing as he backed up until he landed against the back of the couch. “Where ya going now? Whattaya got?” Tyler taunted while Dylan struggled to block the rapid-fire pokes until Posey suddenly shoved him over the back of the couch. “What the fuck, man!?” O’Brien argued before he knew why Tyler had pushed him over but quickly got the idea once he saw Posey lock an arm around his right ankle. 

“No! Fuck off!” Dylan shouted as Tyler stole his sneaker and proceeded to rip his ankle sock off with one quick pull, leaving his foot totally bare at Posey’s mercy. “Haha you sound a little scared” Tyler teased before scribbling all over his buddy’s incredibly soft sole. “NNOAoAOHAohAOHAAOHAAA!!!” O’Brien went from zero to 60 almost immediately as the team of short nails terrorized his fresh foot, sending Dylan into a floundering fit on the couch while he tried to reach up and stop his fiendish friend. “Damn, I forgot how bad your feet are” Tyler laughed as he held onto the ankle tight and wreaked as much havoc on the pale size 10, the cotton candy pink sole no match for Posey’s evil fingers. 

“TTYYllLEERRrSSTToHohOPPP! AOhAOHaohASsEERrRiIOOuSSLLYYY!!” O’Brien tried to convince as if he could persuade Tyler to go easy on him without actually giving in but Posey wasn’t about to let that happen. “Ooh yeah, right here on the balls” Tyler realized and zeroed in on the silky smooth balls with harsh drags of his nails up and down the entire stretch. “AAAAHAH! AohAOHAOAHFFUUUuUCCCKK!!” Dylan let out with embarrassingly extreme laughter as Tyler focused on the sweet spot like a dog with a bone. Being fresh out of his sneaker, O’Brien’s foot hadn’t even had time to lose that almost melty softness and severe sensitivity that came with taking off your shoes, leaving his already stupid-ticklish foot extra susceptible to any horrible treatment Tyler could dish out. 

“Oh, man! This is fucking great!” Tyler announced like he was having the time of his life driving Dylan up the wall, clawing along the rosy balls as his bubbly toes curled and wiggled in pointless defense. “OoOKKOoK!! AohAOhATTyYLLleERRsSTTOHOHPP!!” “I’m not stopping until I hear something that sounds like a surrender” Posey assured before grabbing the other foot and wrangling that ankle just the same after stripping it just as bare as the first one. “Fuck – NO! Dammit, get off my fucking feet, dude!” O’Brien shouted with violent kicks to break free of the hold but Tyler just tightened his headlock and went after both bare feet with the same, unwavering brutality. “AAHAhAHASSHHHIiIITT!! aOhAohAohAOOhHMMyYGGOOoDD!!” Dylan raged with newfound hysteria the likes of which he’d never gotten a taste of but Tyler’s ruthless fingers ruined any composure he had left.

“What about these toes? They look extra ticklish” Posey proposed after only a couple minutes and Dylan feared what would happen once Tyler switched targets, unaware how bad off his toes were until Posey made good on his suggestion. “NNoOAoAOhAOHAWWhhAATTTHHeEFFuUUcCKK!? NNoOo! NNOOAOHA!” Dylan shook the living room with full-body laughter as Tyler scratched along the undersides of the right toes like they were a stubborn lottery ticket, making sure to use his nails for maximum effect. “AAHahAHGGGEETTTOoOfFMFmyYyFFUUuCCkKiInNGGTTOOOeEESS!!” O’Brien demanded with wide-eyed disbelief every time he reached up from the couch to try and stop him. “Get off on your toes? That’s kind of forward, man” Tyler teased before jumping to the left row and ravaging the fleshy undersides until Dylan was flopping around like a fish on the couch and borderline begging Tyler to stop tickling him. 

Every curl and fan of his cute, creamy toes only helped Tyler tickle them more and even using his other foot to try and get in the way, just earned those toes more attention; Dylan’s odds weren’t looking good. “Here we go…it’s this little piggy right here, isn’t it? This third one” Posey realized and grabbed the left foot to hold it in place better before wiggling his tongue between either side of it, shocking his frazzled friend. “AOAOAOHANNOoOAO! DDOooNNTTFFuUcCkKIiNnGGlLLiICCCKkMMEE!! AohAOHAGGRROOoSSS!” O’Brien shrieked with his wildest laughter yet, uninitiated to the lickling technique that a few of his fellow Teen Wolf stars had been subjected to. “I’m not hearing any tapping” Posey pointed out before grabbing the other foot and sticking the third toe in his mouth for a slurpy, nibbly snack. “AAAAAGH! AohAOhANNOOOAOhAHOA!! TTTYYLLLEERRR!!” Dylan almost screamed at the bizarrely ticklish technique, going absolutely nuts on the brown couch as Tyler happily exploited his tasty toes. 

Despite how insanely ticklish Dylan was and how much of a lock on the win as it looked like Posey had, O’Brien hated the idea of Tyler proving he was more ticklish than him more than he hated suffering his twisted toe worship, convincing him to focus-up and grab Tyler’s neck. “Woah! That’s my neck! I’m gonna need that!” Posey laughingly argued as Dylan used his strength to force him over the couch so they were on level playing field again. Tyler landed on the floor and as O’Brien prepared to pounce, he realized Posey wasn’t moving, just lying there on his stomach in silence. “Oh shit…Tyler! Tyler! Dude, are you ok?” Dylan tried to assess as he got closer but before he moved any further, he caught a glimpse of Tyler’s smile in the standing mirror in the corner. He was trying to fake him out. 

“This is bad…I think I need to sit down” Dylan talked to himself before suddenly grabbing the foot rest of one chair and planting it across Tyler, the squared-off U-shaped legs just wide enough to pin his arms to his sides. “Wait! What are you doing?!” “He’s alive!” O’Brien played along as he sat facing Tyler’s legs. “Ok, yeah, I’m fine! You can get off me now!” “Yeah right” Dylan laughed before descending onto the back Tyler’s thighs. “OoOaoHAohSSHIHiiTT!! AohAOhASSOOnNooOfFAAbBIIiTTCCChH!” Posey hated to react so strongly but his laughter ballooned louder than he could control as Dylan squeezed up and down his legs with surprising power to each chomp into the lean thighs. “I’m glad I didn’t call 911 and look like an idiot” O’Brien pointed out. “WWhhAAtTEeEVVEERRAhAHA!! JJuUUSSSTtCCcHHIIlLOOuUTT!” “Chill out? Why? Because you know you’re more ticklish than me?” Dylan challenged with a smile like he’d regained his confidence in potentially winning. “FFuUUCCkKKNNOOoOAOHA!!” Posey refused to give in, almost mockingly laughing at the suggestion as he writhed in place under the rectangular foot rest. 

“You’re just asking for it!” Dylan warned as he looked around until he grabbed one of Tyler’s many shoes he never put away and ripped the shoelace from it. “What is that? What are you doing??” Posey questioned at the sound of the material zipping through the metal holes of the shoe until Dylan grabbed both ankles and quickly slipped the lace between the two big toes. “If you wanted to lick my toes too, I think I have some whipped cream in the fridge” Tyler teased as Dylan used his legs to keep Tyler’s bent up right and he tied the big juicy toes together in a bow before using one arm to hold the feet steady and the other to rake up and down both supple soles. 

“oOAOoAhoHAOAohFFuUCCK! AohAOhAoOAOhAWWWHHYyYAArREEMmYyTToOoeEESSTTuUuCCK?!?” Tyler tried to figure out as Dylan’s determined fingers dragged along his feet with lightning zig zags each time. “I just tied them up for ya” Dylan answered while working over the arches, balls, and heels but it wasn’t long before he traveled to the plush toes to see if Tyler’s were just as bad as his own. But instead of using his fingers again, he grabbed the other shoe that’d been discarded at some point and stole that lace as well to thread between two smaller toes of both feet, almost like reins in his hands. “I’m gonna get out from under this thing and it’s not gonna be good!” Tyler warned. “Yeah yeah…” O’Brien dismissed before pulling the shoelace one way and then back the other, weaving the flat white string between Posey’s velvety toes. 

“AAOAOOAOhWOHOHAAOHAOH!! WWHAATTThhEEEFFuUUCCKK!? WWHHAATTTHhEEfFFuUCCKK!?! SSTThOHHOOPP!!” came roaring out of Tyler with sudden panic until he was losing his shit under the foot rest, wobbling it back and forth while Dylan did his best to stay on as he pulled the shoe lace back and forth over and over. “I’m a fucking genius!” O’Brien laughed at his massive success and watched his buddy’s feet wrinkle and writhe in ticklish desperation, unable to handle the simple white material brushing between his third and fourth toes. “DDYYLLAAANNiIiSSWWEeAARRTToOoGGOoODD!! aohAOHAJJUuSSSTTohohPP!!” “Make me” Dylan answered without slowing down for a second or changing anything up; he’d found his goldmine and wasn’t about to risk screwing it up. 

Tyler jerked and thrashed around on the floor like an angry animal in a cage as his mouth stayed unnaturally wide with forced laughter, demanding the full capacity of his lungs and power of his throat with each new wave Dylan was pumping out. “DDYYLlAAANNPPLlLEEAASSE!! aohAOhAOHANNOOMMmOoORREE!!” “Is that an admission of defeat? From Tyler Posey??” “AHOAHAYYYEESS!! FfUUuCCKKK! OOKOOK!! YYOoUuWWiIINN!!” “Really?” O’Brien questioned as he threaded the shoe lace a little faster. “AAOHAYYYEEEESSS!!” Tyler screamed one good time with a blood red face and the shoelace finally fell limp, relieving Posey of the unmatched insanity Dylan had managed to conjure. “Well, at least we know I’m not the most ticklish Teen Wolf guy now” O’Brien added with sweet victory in his voice as he stood up and pulled the foot rest off Tyler. “What the fuck was that??” “Your shoelace” Dylan answered as he held up the white string. “You gotta be fucking kidding me…” 

About two hours later, the boys were enjoying the sunset in Tyler’s pool out back. After a while Dylan retired to one of the lounge chairs on the sidelines, opting to drink a beer and relax after further tiring himself out in the water after the exhausting tickle fight. Posey swam around for a bit longer, doing laps and jumping off the diving board until he noticed Dylan wasn’t moving, with only his chest going up and down. A look all his cast members knew grew on Tyler’s face, a look of devilish delight upon realizing Dylan had knocked out in the chair; their game wasn’t over yet. 

“Dylan, they need you on set!” Tyler shouted and jolted O’Brien awake like he’d overslept or something. “What…what the hell?? What is this??” Dylan asked as he tried to sit up only to find he was stuck to the long chair. “You didn’t think I was gonna let that shit from earlier go, did you?” Posey pointed out as a shirtless Dylan struggled in the layers of plastic wrap he was now confined by. “This is fucking crazy!” “Not crazier than using a guys’ own shoelaces to tickle him” Tyler answered as he produced one of the laces from earlier as he sat in front of Dylan’s naked feet. “No…Tyler, come on! It’s over! Just let it go!!” Dylan tried to persuade as he squirmed and his feet tried to move around but the plastic around his ankles kept them from going anywhere. “It’s over when I say it’s over…” Posey assured as he threaded the shoelace between the second and third toes of both feet and gripped the ends of the laces like he was wielding a weapon of mass destruction. 

“Tyler, no! Please!!” “That’s it, keep begging me…maybe it’ll work eventually” Tyler answered with another smile before pulling the shoelace back and forth at just the right speed to totally wreck Dylan and his poor toes. “AAAhAOhAAOhAohAOHAOAOHANNOO!! NOOOAOAOHAOAHA!!!” O’Brien’s uncontrollable, tortured laughter echoed past the back yard and into the rest of the community like some kind of strange paranormal event plaguing the street. Little did Tyler’s neighbors know, it was just the sound of his best buddy suffering the miserable misfortune of getting caught in Posey’s revenge crosshairs; he may have lost to Dylan in the moment but he planned on making O’Brien pay for beating him.