#caretaking drabble

[jordanstrophe]

"Where have you been?!" Caretaker hollered.

Whumpee walked through the front door a disaster. They blinked like they had just woken up, their hair was disheveled with dark rings under their eyes, their clothes were twisted like they had been sleeping in them.

"Places..." Whumpee grumbled.

Caretaker was about to snap once more, but after giving them a long hard look up and down, they sighed and relaxed their shoulders.

"Do you need a moment?" Caretaker asked lightly. Whumpee nodded and looked to the floor with tears brimming in their eyes.

"Off to bed then, we'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

Whumpee sniffed and nodded again, dropping their bag near the door and went to collapse in bed.

Caretaker took their bag away from the door and put their things away. They poured a glass of water and set it on whumpee's nightstand. Whumpee had fallen asleep in that time, even asleep they looked exhausted. Caretaker ran their fingers through their hair as a way of checking for a fever.

"I don't know if you follow trouble, or if trouble follows you." 

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"You could say I know them more intimately than you by now. After all..." Whumper grabbed Whumpee's face and forced them to look at Caretaker. "Have you ever seen their face twisted like this? Seen them all desperate? Fear in their eyes? Begging with their whole being? Or a rage that twists their features into something that you would never recognise? Hm?"

Caretaker didn't take the bait. He remained eerily calm, ignoring that deep fear that he had, admittedly, never seen before in those eyes.

"Well, what about you?" he returned the question. "Have you ever seen them look at you with utter devotion? Have you seen their face light up when you enter the room? How their eyes sparkle when you make them laugh? Seen that longing? That love?"

His eyes snapped up to Whumper, whose grin remained on his face, but his eyes had hardened. "After all..."

That's what you want? Right?"

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're plagued with night terrors.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because it's hard for them to lay on their bad, due to their scars.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're on high alert; too nervous to let themself fall asleep.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they think Whumper will find them when they're sleeping.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're terrified of the dark.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because of their chronic pain.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they are such a light sleeper that the slightest noise wakes them up.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're scared that once they fall asleep, that Caretaker will abandon them.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because their sleep schedule is so messed up that they sleep whenever.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're scared of Caretaker; they're scared that they'll turn out just like Whumper.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light

By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!

CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints

“Let me GO!"

“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”

They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.

Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.

“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.

“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."

“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.

Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.

“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”

Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.

They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.

The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.

Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.

Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.

Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.

“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.

Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.

“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”

Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You were still flitting around like a moth by a lamp, from one task to another, and Daryl was worried. He knew you hadn't stopped all day. "Hey," he said gently, trying to catch your attention. But you were so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even hear him. "Hey," he said again, a little louder. And then, when you still didn't register his voice, he moved beside you and gently grabbed your arm, speaking your name softly. That you felt to your core. Your eyes shot over to his face. "Stop for a second," he said. "Have ya eaten today?" he asked.

Your brow furrowed, as if you were trying to remember. You thought of what had passed your lips. Just water. "No, but—"

His hand was still on your arm, his rough palm against your skin. "No buts..." he interrupted. "Sit down for ten minutes and let me get you somethin'. We can't have ya goin' a whole day without eatin'."

"Daryl, I'm fine. I'm not even hungry. It's okay."

"No, it ain't okay. Ya ain't hungry 'cause ya've hardly quit movin' since this mornin'. Ya haven't stopped to even realize yer hungry. Ya think I didn't notice?"

"There's so much to do," you sighed.

"I know. But guess what? It'll still be there waitin' after ya take a damn break to rest and get some food in ya. Now, c'mon. Sit down. I ain't takin' no for an answer."

[justwhumptypethings]

tw: implied intimate/nsfw whump, mentions of lingerie and past sexualization

caretaker couldn’t stand seeing them in that kind of clothes. it makes them nauseous. the first thing they do when they get home, before helping them figure out the shower or feeeding them, is getting them clothes. The entire time they had been going home, whumpee had had their arms wrapped around themselves like they’re trying to protect themselves.

the first thing they do is find them new clothes- soft, unassuming cotton undergarments that caretaker had leftover from when their sister stayed over eight months ago, the smallest t-shirt they own, and a hoodie and sweatpants that practically dwarf whumpee, outlining their bony figure farther.

when caretaker hands whumpee the clothes they stare at them, their eyes wide. they look up, their voice so unobtrusive and quiet when they ask tentatively “w-what do you want me to do with this?”

caretaker’s face twists into a frown. of course they don’t understand. “Those are for you, whumpee.” whumpee’s eyes widen to saucers, and they look down at the clothes. after a moment of staring, they pull the clothes to rest against their chest lightning fast, almost clinging to them. They’re looking up at caretaker with tears welling up in their eyes, never falling. whumpee’s voice is still so quiet. “T-thank you, caretaker.”

when whumpee has the clothes on, caretaker can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief. Sure, the clothes absolutely dwarf whumpee in a way they would never have before, making them look even more malnourished and sickly, but at least, now, they look like they’re at home. not in that skimpy shit caretaker knows whumpee would never choose to wear willingly.

[whumpkinpie]

"Let them up!" Caretaker shouted as they pulled roughly on their bindings, "They can't breath- Fuck! You're going to kill them!"

Whumper looked over from where they had the Whumpee's head shoved deep into a bucket of Ice water.

Whumpee was struggling with all their might to get free but with their hands tied behind their back, and the Whumper's strong grip, nothing helped.

"What's the magic word?" Whumper chuckled darkly with a hint of playfulness in their tone.

"Please!" Caretaker begged while tears streamed down their cheeks as Whumpee's body began to go limp "Please! For the love of god, Please let them up!"

Whumper as if on que roughly pulled Whumpee's head out of the water by their hair, letting them fall to their side on the floor, gasping and choking for breath well spitting out water.

"Now Caretaker that wasn't so bad was it?" Whumper said as they laughed.

[chaotic-orphan]

Obsession

“I don’t think you understand the extent I would go for you,” Villain murmured, running his coarse thumb over Hero’s lips, slicking them with the blood of Hero’s allies. “They were going to turn you into me, betray you to save their own pathetic, worthless lives.”

Hero trembled in the arms of Villain, who looked like a god of blood with how violently and gruesome he killed all of Hero’s teammates. How he didn’t bat an eye or flinch when he got to Hero and scooped them up in his arms and cradled them to his chest like a vengeful angel.

“I will never let anyone hurt you, Hero. It’s become…” Villain trailed off and then laughed. “Well, it’s interfering a little with my work. You know yourself, chain of command, orders from the boss I ignore to protect you.”

Hero shivered as Villain pressed a kiss to Hero’s temple. How could something so gentle feel so threatening?

“But I can’t help it. You are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever set my eyes on,” Villain murmured, tightening his arms around Hero and squeezing them closer. “And I will make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

[echoingalaxies]

“I will do anything,” Caretaker pleaded from their knees. “Just – don’t hurt him. He’s not your enemy. I am.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes, considering, but did not let go of Whumpee, whom he had pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around the throat of the defenseless boy, who didn’t have enough life in him to put up a fight anymore. “What do you have to offer?”

“What do you want?” Caretaker stared at Whumper. “My life? My freedom? Let him go and whatever it is you want from me, I will give you without a fight.”

“I want you to suffer,” Whumper spat, fingers tightening around half-conscious Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s breaths were becoming more shallow and raspy, and Whumper grinned toothily at the pure panic and desperation on Caretaker’s face. “And what would be a better way to make that happen than through him?”

[macknus]

Pathetic and Defeated

“Look at you… you’re miserable,” Caretaker said, toeing his boot under Whumpee’s chin. Whumpee groaned in response. “Pathetic. Defeated. Why are you lying on the street, half dead in a puddle?”

Whumpee could only groan weakly again. Caretaker frowned and stepped back onto the main street, looking up and down the road but saw no signs of retreating attackers or victorious gangsters boasting their victory.

“Please,” Whumpee croaked, trying to curl his fingers into a fist. He failed spectacularly and his palm splashed into the puddle, drops of muddy water splattering the side of his face as the rain poured down on the young man.

Caretaker sighed and stepped back towards the fellow, umbrella covering them both from the rain. He stared down at the young man, deliberating his choices from here on out. He could leave the wretch to die in the rain, on the street like a dog, or he could bring him home, bandage him up, give him a hot meal, wrangle information from him and send the poor chap on his way.

Halfway through his deliberations, Caretaker had lowered his umbrella and tucked it under his arm before leaning down to scoop the young man under the arms and drag him to his feet. He hooked an arm around the boy’s waist to which Whumpee whimpered. Caretaker put the man’s arm over his shoulder and helped take the brunt of the young man’s weight.

“My house isn’t far,” Caretaker told Whumpee. Though it wasn’t close enough that his suit and hair wouldn’t be soaked by the time they got there. Oh well. Something interesting he supposed was worth his appearance’s temporary ruin. “Try and stay conscious long enough to get there, or I’ll drag you through the streets, alright?”

Whumpee grumbled something.

Caretaker smiled. “Excellent. This way then.”

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Continued here

General Tag-list: @sunflower1000 @scoundrelwithboba (lmk if you wanna be added/removed🫶)

[jordanstrophe]

It was months since Caretaker last saw whumpee. ... Since they were taken from right under their nose. When they got the call whumpee was found, caretaker must have broken every road law under the sun getting there.

Caretaker heard them before they saw them. Their sobs weren't sad whimpers, they were crying out as if they were in pain. Medics rushed out other victims that were also captive. The ones that could be moved were taken away; the ones in worse condition were being held and treated on the spot.

Whumpe was... One of them. They were barely recognizable, caretaker almost thought the call was a mistake.

Frightened eyes locked onto theirs from within the band of medics. They changed and widened, the panic turning into what looked like a wave of calm.

Their eyes. Caretaker knew them by their eyes. 

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Stronger together

Whumper let out a soft sigh when he saw Caretaker with his precious Whumpee, standing in front of his price, protecting them. It was almost adorable; the rage on his face, the protective stance, the futility of it all. However...

"That's one of the first infractions we'll need to discuss after this, Whumpee..." His eyes snapped to them. "Disobeying orders. When I tell you to come alone, you come alone."

Something fluttered in Whumpee's chest at that. A threat that would have been a promise of severe punishment, had they been alone. But they weren't. And so they managed to stop themself from taking back a step, the tension escaping through a soft shivering gasp instead of a whimper.

"But... well, I can't say I didn't expect this." Whumper's growling tone turned almost whimsical and his smile widened, hungry eyes snapping to Caretaker and back to Whumpee.

Whumpee averted their eyes, watching Caretaker instead, standing a few paces in front of them. Their eyes fixed on his broad shoulders that were rigid with repressed rage, his shoulder blades tensing and relaxing against the fabric of his shirt. They were glad they brought him along when they received the threat to come. If they hadn't... They'd already be sitting in Whumper's car. Or worse. Together, they had a chance, they could end this, they were sa--

The blood drained from their face and they froze right where they stood.

A single red dot quivered over Caretaker's back, teasing up over his neck, and came to a stop, right on the back of his head. The laser remained fixed in place and when Caretaker turned towards them, it teased over his temple.

Whumpee whirled around, looking back over the deserted industrial area, searching for a glint in the darkness. The only place the sniper could be was in the building way behind them. And there was nothing close where they could jump behind to escape the laser.

Whumpee's gaze flicked from Caretaker's questioning eyes, back to Whumper in disbelief.

And Whumper simply brought a finger to his lips, tipping his head slightly down and leered at them, daring them to challenge that silent order.

Caretaker snapped back to face the threat in front of them, taking Whumpee's silence for a different kind of fear.

"They are not coming with you," he growled.

"Is that so. Well, shouldn’t we let them decide? Whumpee?" Whumper said, completely at ease and Whumpee flinched at the sound of their name. "Will you come with me?"

The sniper dot danced over Caretaker's neck and firmly stayed in the middle of the back of his head. Whumpee nearly fell to their knees.

"Yes," they whispered, and Caretaker whipped back in disbelief. They looked him in the eyes, expression pained, and looked back at Whumper. "Yes, I will."

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General whump tag list: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @auroragehenna @chaotic-orphan @lolrpop @treasureguardingdragon @morning-star-whump

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Defiant Whumpee List

Content Warning:: drugging, sedation, injuries, non sexual nudity, swearing, self-harm

Whumper and Whumpee

Whumpee will fight Whumper whenever they get the chance: scratching, clawing, biting, and kicking. They'll usually fight them until they physically can't anymore.

Defiant Whumpee, who won't let Whumper say anything to them without a snarky remark following it. A mocking tone or a comment under their breath, anything that would grind Whumper's gears.

Whumper sedates Whumpee for whatever reason and Whumpee fights the sedation until they pass out from the drugs.

On the other hand, from sheer will-power, Whumpee has to have a higher dosage of sedatives because they just won't pass out.

Whumpee who can't physically move because of restraints, so they can only scream and swear at Whumper. Most of it is just "Fuck you!", "Go fuck yourself!", "Suck my dick", and "You're an asshole!"

Whumper forces Whumpee to call them sir/ma'am or master and in retaliation, Whumpee says it in the most sassy demeaning way.

Being told to speak/apologise and instead Whumpee stays silent.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know it makes Whumper angry. They want to be the only one that hurts Whumpee.

Whumper gagging Whumpee so they can't speak, because if they can't speak, they can't mouth off.

Caretaker and Whumpee

Whumpee doesn't want to believe that Caretaker does not want to hurt them, so they try to get under Caretaker's skin. They try to get Caretaker angry and to snap at them, so Caretaker would show that they are just like Whumper. Just like everyone else.

Even when Whumpee is covered in injuries, they will punch and kick Caretaker just because they don't want to accept the help.

Follow up, sometimes, the only help they'll accept from Caretaker is the items they would need to patch themselves up.

Or, we have a once defiant Whumpee. When they were with Whumper they were nothing but defiant, but now that they're with Caretaker, they're just compliant. Now that they're safe, there's no need for them to fight.

Whumpee is so used to Whumper being weird about their body that they don't want to get undressed around Caretaker, even when it's so Caretaker can help give them a bath.

Caretaker patching up Whumpee and asking "Who did this to you?" or "How did you get these scars?" and then Whumpee responds with "None of your business."

Whumpee denies that anything is wrong as they cry, even denying that they are crying at all. They wipe tears from their face and sniffle, but still continue to deny that something is wrong.

Caretaker trying to find out what's wrong with Whumpee and instead of doing anything, Whumpee closes in on themself and stops speaking.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know that it's a hassle for Caretaker to heal their wounds. When Caretaker tries to heal their injuries, Whumpee refuses.

[1heartfanfics]

I would to see more Stucky. Maybe Bucky with a stomach ache being all cuddly with Steve? It would be especially cute if someone walks in and stares at Bucky because he's normally so closed off and reserved, but before they can say anything Steve shoots them a warning look and they back off. Belly rubs are always the bomb.

Thanks!!!

-🤍🐺

Combining with this request: I would love to see Steve sitting casually on the couch going through mission reports while a feverish and queasy Bucky is curled up in his lap like a sad house cat. The other avengers see this and are confused because it's the winter soldier, but Steve just shushes them and continues petting Bucky's hair and rubbing his belly like it's the most normal thing ever.

Nat and Clint both froze when they walked into the compound's living room space, surprised by what they saw. Steve was sitting on one of the couches, scrolling through something - probably mission reports - on his laptop. But the surprising part was that the winter soldier was laying down, curled up, with his head in Steve's lap.

Now, they all new that Steve and Bucky were... something. Something more than friends anyway. But no one had ever asked questions and they'd never said anything so everyone just let it be whatever it was.

"Hey, how was the mission?" Steve asked, having seen them standing in the doorway, lurking.

"Uh good, yeah. Went well," Clint said, cheeks flushing red at having been caught staring.

"Good. I'm just catching up on some mission reports," Steve explained, gesturing to his laptop. As if that was the reason they'd been staring.

"Is he okay?" Clint asked, nodding his head toward Bucky.

Steve shook his head, "He's not feeling well. Running a pretty good fever and been throwing up all day, poor thing," he answered.

There was a moment of silence. Nat and Clint were still a little stunned by the sight in front of them. The winter soldier - Bucky, they were supposed to call him now - was also so serious and gruff. So to see him curled up in Steve's lap in the middle of the common room was a shock to say the least.

Bucky groaned then, breaking the silence. Steve moved his hand away from the computer and brought it down to tousle Bucky's hair lovingly. In response, Bucky shifted, moving even further into Steve's lap and pressing himself closer to the other man.

"You're alright Buck," Steve said softly, carding his fingers through Bucky's long hair. His other arm was draped over Bucky's waist, hand resting on the man's stomach, which he began to rub gently back and forth.

Nat and Clint couldn't help but keep staring, even though they knew they should look away, leave, give them some privacy.

"He's not normally like this," Steve sighed, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room. "He's pretty out of it honestly, he probably doesn't even realize," he shrugged. "And I'd like to keep it that way," he added, giving the pair a pointed look.

"Understood," Nat said, giving a fake salute.

"We'll leave you to it," Clint nodded.

They turned and headed back down the hallway they'd come from, closing the door behind them to hopefully ward off anyone else from disturbing them.

"Well that was..." Clint trailed off, unsure of what he'd just witnessed.

"Cute," Nat finished for him, with a small smile.

"Yeah," Clint chuckled, "It was pretty cute."

[a-little-bit-of-whump-123]

Fever whump

(They're not dying anymore, but now they develop a fever :))))

Whumpee had put through the critical phase only to wake up mid-fever strike. There's nothing but darkness to accompany them in their weary and wandering mind, then suddenly, they jostled up, gasping a long labour breath, their eyes shot open but unseeing. Welcome them to lucidity is the violent pounding in their head, the aching in their wound, but the most potent is the burning hot under their skin. They slump right back, the small moment had taken out the last dreg of their unconsciousness, as long as their strength. Enervation and confusion wracked through their body in waves of shiver. Then- something cool and soft touched their raw skin, the dampness was fresh and comfortable, and it helped distract them from their own agony.

"Hey, it's ok. You're safe, just bear with me a little longer."

Hazy color swirled back to obscure shape, and a figure came into their view... It's caretaker.

"Where-" They let out the word weak and unintelligent.

"You are in my house. I found you yesterday at [...] and brought you here. You are running a fever now, try to take some rest, ok?" Caretaker soothed as they wiped the washcloth down whumpee's clammy face.

Whumpee floundered, their mind tried to piece things together, questions about "What happened, you say?!" and "How can that even happen?!" collided in their head. But they was just so-so tired, and the cool was relieving, caretaker's gentle voice was so reassuring it calmed their heartbeats down to rhythms. So they let their eyes slide shut, still awake but less agitated now...

(Bonus point if caretaker is an enemy/stranger and whumpee is utterly befuddled but too weak to question more).

[mirrormurmur]

Choices

Trigger Warnings: Past trauma, conditioned Whumpee, scared Whumpee, mostly comfort

Masterlist

“Okay, let’s make this… easier,” Caretaker hummed comfortingly, flashing a reassuring smile at the scared figure hiding under the table.

They had been sitting like this for 15 minutes, and no amount of coaxing with a warm bed or bribing with fruit had worked so far. Yes, fruit—because the last time Caretaker tried with a cookie, the poor thing had choked on a bite and had ever since been terrified of the crunchy baked goods.

“You get choices—” Whumpee whimpered immediately, already overwhelmed again. Yeah, right, that’s how they ended up here. They had been so traumatized post-rescue that the mere thought of getting to decide something overwhelmed them.

“Hey! No, it’s okay. Lemme finish. You’ll get small choices for now. Like, instead of asking you what you want to eat, I’ll ask what you’d rather have.”

The confusion that settled over Whumpee’s face would have been adorable if it wasn’t so damn sad. But hey, confusion was better than fear, right? Well, Caretaker wasn’t sure, but it seemed like they were at least willing to hear them out.

“So, apple or orange?” They held the two fruits out, letting Whumpee point at what looked better. Right, the orange. Caretaker smiled softly, getting up from where they’d been sitting on the floor and moving to the kitchen to peel the orange.

With a small bowl of bite-sized orange pieces and a glass of water, they settled back down in front of Whumpee, offering it to them. The figure hesitated but eventually took the snack.

Caretaker sighed, relieved that Whumpee had finally calmed down. But they also knew that getting the old Whumpee back was going to be hard, take an extremely long time, and require a lot of patience. If it was even possible at this point.

Oh well, Caretaker had time.

And Whumpee deserved that time.