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[wannabevampire666]

Swallowed Whole

Whump Oneshot - Writing Masterlist

content: vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, starvation, sadistic whumper, death wish, rescue, caretaking

i wrote this as my submission for @thewhumpyprintingpress's new vampire whump anthology, High Stakes and Bloody Business! you can sign up to be notified when the backerkit goes live here! then if i get accepted to it, you could read this in a book~

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“Just do it.” A chill shot down Russell’s spine as he finally made the call.

He’d agonized over it for so long, years at this point since she’d made the offer. He just couldn’t take it anymore. The sharp piercing in his neck or his chest or his wrist or his thigh, wherever she felt like sinking her teeth that night, always changing, leaving him ever-tense. Being thrown around like a helpless ragdoll, unable to offer a shred of resistance to her effortless, all-encompassing power, subject to every flick of her wrist.

It had to end. He wouldn’t escape on his own, not as he was now, and at this rate, he might die before he ever got a chance to try. He needed to be stronger. He needed that same power piping through his veins, that same vigor in every move he made. And there was only one way to get that. No way around it.

What would happen when he finally returned home to his family was a problem for later.

“Oh?” Russell could feel the amusement radiating off her, fine-tuned to Wulfwynn’s every inflection. “And I thought you’d never ask. What changed, hm?” She caressed his face as she spoke, the pointed ends of her nails trailing from behind his ear to his throat and back again, ready to carve into his skin like it was butter if she so desired.

“I just want it to stop.” Russell’s vision blurred with hot tears. He’d told himself he wouldn’t cry, that he wouldn’t let his last moments alive be spent crying. “That’s all.”

Wulfwynn’s nails rested on a somewhat-fresh wound on his throat, still tender and healing. She tilted his chin up as she traced it with her finger, and he obediently looked up to the ceiling so the skin stretched taut. “Oh, Russell. You never could withstand very much, could you?” she said with faux-sympathy. “Very well. I will claim you as a vampire of my very own.”

She tapped his throat. “You’ll stay just like that.”

Russell didn’t respond, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his temples. His last living words couldn’t be an acceptance of her orders. ‘That’s all’ was at least better than that. Fitting, even.

Wulfwynn’s fangs split his skin and buried themselves in his neck, two daggers he had to stand there and take without protest. Her head shifted, putting her teeth at an angle to widen the wounds so their edges no longer hugged the circumference of her fangs, allowing warm blood to flow freely into her mouth as she drew it out. He whimpered: it never got easier, his body screaming against the intrusion. At least this time, he knew it was the last.

It went on and on and on, going far beyond the usual minutes it would take. Russell found himself unable to stand, suddenly, his legs crumbling beneath him, but he didn’t fall. He was caught in Wulfwynn’s embrace, her arms snaking around and constricting him tight.

Just when he’d begun to drift off, the pain changed.

Bright, burning agony shot through his neck and spread like a wildfire, every beat of his heart sending it further down his limbs as the fangs retreated. Russell tried to scream, but he couldn’t, Wulfwynn’s hand wrapping around his throat to massage the point of the bite, the pain somehow intensifying under her touch.

He couldn’t even try to pull away, his body sluggish and limp as the venom consumed him whole.

“You asked for this,” Wulfwynn’s voice sounded from what could have been miles above. “You asked to be mine.”

She held him against her as he broiled from the inside out, laughing as he twitched and wept. Though it stretched on and on, mercifully, it was not as long as the bloodletting, and the fire slowly died down until only warm embers were left in his veins.

It was at that moment, when room opened up in his mind for things other than the pain, that Russell became aware his heart was no longer beating.

He staggered backward, his body finding the strength to hold him upright once more, just barely. His legs trembled like a newborn fawn’s. “It’s done?”

“It’s done!” she agreed. “You’re dead to the world.”

Russell turned to bolt. He made it no more than a few steps–not even to the door–before tripping over his own feet and crashing to the floor, a dull ache radiating through him.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how being a vampire was supposed to work. Why did he feel weaker than he had when he was human? He was shaky and lightheaded and not even close to wielding the power Wulfwynn did. “I don’t understand. I’m supposed to be strong!”

“Without any blood? I don’t think so.” Wulfwynn’s footsteps got closer and closer until she gave him a nudge with her foot, turning him over onto his back.

It was foolish to ask and he knew it. He was barely thinking, his mind a jumbled haze incapable of keeping a coherent plan. His tongue flicked over the edges of his new fangs. “Can I have blood?”

The toe of her shoe tapped against the side of his head, Wulfwynn’s smirk taking up his view. “Who said anything about that? A vampire doesn’t require blood to live. No, I think I’ll keep you just like this.”

“What?” Russell was cold. The embers were all gone now and they’d taken everything with them, leaving his body entirely free of warmth. “Wait, wait, you can’t–”

Wulfwynn’s shoe came down hard on his chest, crushing half his ribcage and a lung in one go. The excruciating blow tore a blood-curdling scream from him, and a gasp, only one lung left to accommodate it as pain took over his whole world once more. He writhed in a feeble attempt to escape it, to give his ruined chest any relief, but she held him in place with ease.

She smiled. “You’ll find that now that you’re a little more durable, I can do whatever I like with you.”

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The vampire thudded to the floor the moment the stake burst through her heart, but Aspen made sure to saw her head off too, just in case. Could never be too careful about these things.

They clutched the gash in their abdomen: she hadn’t gone down without a fight. They’d live, but it fucking hurt in the meantime. They forced deep breaths as the adrenaline wore off and the suffering truly began. At least they’d gotten the head off before then.

Aspen stood, scanning the room. Some sort of entrance hall, looked like, a few tasteful side tables hugging the walls and little bench sofas like she’d be receiving guests. Fuck, this place was huge, and they had to search the whole damn thing in case there were victims, which there probably were. They groaned and got to their feet.

They stumbled their way through the maze of the castle, diligently checking every room. One opened to a pile of corpses in various stages of decay, some looking and smelling months-old, while others had clearly been murdered just days prior. Aspen gagged and slammed the door shut, just barely managing not to vomit. They’d already lost too much water from the blood loss. They couldn’t afford it.

It seemed unlikely that they’d find any living victims. But they had to be sure.

Several room-checks later, they came across the first locked door, easily broken with their hammer. When they opened it, they were sure for a second they’d found the interrupted beginnings of a second body dump, only corpse to be found here, slumped against the wall.

Then the corpse blinked up at them.

Aspen stared. The man before them was skeletally thin, skin sticking to bone with nothing in between. He was covered in the scars of puncture wounds, especially concentrated around his neck, ringing his throat like a collar he couldn’t take off. Fangs protruded from his slack mouth, confirmation that no, this was certainly not a living human.

His eyes settled on Aspen’s hand, slowly reaching for the stake at their hip. “Just do it,” he rasped.

“What are you?” they breathed before they could come up with something a little more sensitive.

The vampire’s voice came dead and rote, his words clearly oft-repeated: “I’m a weak, pathetic toy that lives forever.”

“Oh.” Their hand fell from their stake. “You look… hungry.”

“Never had blood. She doesn’t let me,” the vampire explained. He looked as though every breath was an effort, like he was forever locked in the process of dying. “Just want it to stop.”

This wasn’t Aspen’s job. Or was it? They slayed vampires to protect people, right? From the sound of it, this one was a victim of the one they just killed. Shouldn’t they be protecting him, too?

They walked closer, crouching next to the miserable vampire. “Open your mouth,” they ordered as gently as they were able. “I’m gonna help you.”

The vampire popped his mouth open without hesitation or even, seemingly, comprehension.

Aspen took the front of their blood-soaked shirt and raised it above his mouth, wringing its contents out like fresh-squeezed juice. The vampire’s eyes went wide, and he lapped it up with fervent desperation, letting out a keening whine when the shirt ran dry.

“Please, more,” he begged.

“You can have more, but not from me. There’s a room where she keeps all her… deceased victims. There’s some more recent ones, figure they’re not using it, right? You know where that is?” Aspen took his bony hand in theirs, doing their best to heft him up.

The vampire was able to remain standing. “I do. She’s… not here?”

“She’s dead. I killed her.” Aspen gestured to their laceration. “Parting gift.”

“Dead?” His eyes were still wide as saucers.

“Yep. You go feed while I check the rest of the rooms,” they instructed. “I’m getting you out of here. We’ll figure it out.”

The vampire gave a shaky nod. “Okay.”

When Aspen finished checking the rest of the rooms–no more victims, as they’d suspected–they found the vampire at the site of their kill, staring down at his decapitated sire.

“You good?” they asked, fishing the keys from their pocket.

His voice came hollow again. “She said it would be forever. It’s been… a long time. Everyone I knew is dead.”

“Maybe you have grandkids?” Aspen offered.

The vampire’s eyes raised from the body to meet Aspen’s, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “...Maybe I have grandkids.”

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PLEASE WRITE THAT VAMPIRE WHUMPER SCIENTIST STORY PLEEEEAAAASEEEE. I'M LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AAAAGHHHHHH. I'M BEGGIN', BEGGIN' YOU-OOOO-OO

Sorry it took so long, I learned I have zero motivation to edit + am bad at it. This one's been growing on me the more times I read it, so maybe I could be convinced to continue it.

Kylo approaches the door to the huge stone castle. Obviously this is a trap and all his gear is about to be stolen but he's still here. For some reason. He stalls at the heavy iron door that, with its rusted hinges, honestly looks like it hasn't been opened in years. He's been trying to rationalize even showing up the entire walk here. Obviously he's seen the castle before, it was hard to miss, but the entrances are all well sealed and even though he's never seen any signs that it's occupied, he hasn't been able to bring himself to risk breaking in. He isn't exactly a stranger to the couple of weapons he carries, but he isn't exactly confident either. The two guns taken off bodies, and the knife is his own, bought before, during one of his rare bursts of motivation that he hadn't been able to shut down because of how rare they were truly becoming. He supposes it's useful now, but how much is debatable. With no internet access, teacher, or even book to teach him how to use it, he assumes he'll be reduced to making desperate stabbing motions if he's forced to truly defend himself. The guns.. well, he shot one a few times but the fear of wasting the small amount of bullets he has right now, and his doubt that he'll be engaging in any long-range combat tempered his desire to waste time that he could be using to find food or water. His hand closes around the knife tucked under his jacket, eyes flicking back to the door. This is truly his last chance to turn around and get the hell off this sketchy property, but he cant quite bring himself to dismiss the real bed, heat, food, and clean water that he'd been promised on that flyer. A flyer. What kind of person goes around putting up flyers in the middle of an apocalypse. But he's really hungry, like the kind where it gets kind of hard to think about anything else besides the fact that it hurts. Maybe that's why he's here, because he can't fucking think straight. He can feel his heart jolt as the door that he's been standing in front of for probably far too many minutes opens, revealing a.. fairly average guy. Besides his piercing red eyes (probably contacts), he's wearing a pretty typical lab coat, the kind you'd see in a movie, and his mid-length blonde hair is tied back. Kylo's gaze gravitates back to his eyes. They're so red. And deep. Shouldn't he be scared right now? He was scared before, right? But he feels so nice. Floaty and warm and honestly the only complaint he has is that his legs are a little wobbly. The guy reaches out a hand to steady him, eyes widening in concern, and suddenly his legs are crumpling and he's falling into those wide swirly pools that he could have sworn were eyes.

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I was thinking: Vampire Whumper, Carewhumper or maybe even Caretaker who is a scientist. But, setting is the apocalypse. Maybe the vampire is looking for a test subject. Or a pet. Or a lab rat. Or just company? And the promise of real food and clothes, and a comfortable bed is far too much for Whumpee to turn down, even though it's sketchy as hell.

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#4

inspo by @/nymadair

content: accidental whump, sickfic, hit by car, medical setting, surgery whump, loss of consciousness, broken bones

It was a stupid idea from the get-go. Caretaker had left the house specifically telling Whumpee to stay in bed and rest because of their fever, and yet here they were, balancing a paper bag full of produce out on the street. The reason? They’d promised Caretaker that they’d make them a special meal about a week ago and they just remembered it.

“Okay…” they muttered, trying to ignore the way their entire body was burning up with a fever. They were shivering in the summer heat, their vision blurry from sickness. “Almost home… Come on, Whumpee…”

Caretaker had probably forgotten about the special meal already. Their memory wasn’t the best. But Whumpee remembered, and they were willing to sacrifice to surprise their friend. They turned the corner and got to the street separating them from their apartment. The crosswalk was all the way on the other side of it. 

They tried to balance their bag in one hand as they pulled out the phone from their pocket. 16.43. Caretaker was going to be home soon. They didn’t have time.

They slipped their phone back into their pocket and made a run for it across the street. They were almost on the other side when—

Screech.

Crash.

Whumpee woke up to a stabbing pain in their side. They groaned weakly, trying to open their eyes. They saw only red.

“They’re awake,” they heard someone say frantically. “What do I do now?”

“Caretaker…?” They reached up to wipe their eyes, but blood dripped right back down into them. It was sticky and gross. Where were they bleeding from? They didn’t know. 

“I’m here,” they said immediately. “I’m right here. Whumpee, I’m so sorry. I’m on the phone to 911. The ambulance is on the way.”

“My side hurts…” With every breath they took, they heard some sort of weird cracking sound. “Why are you here…? Why are you apologising…?”

“I… I was the one that hit you, Whumpee. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, it’s fully my own fault, I’m so sorry.”

That wasn’t right. Whumpee had been jaywalking. But they didn’t have the energy to fully comprehend the situation, much less to argue. Given their combination of a killing fever and likely broken ribs, they felt like they were going to die. “Am I gonna be okay?” they asked quietly, and Caretaker took a hold of their hand.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Just hold on a little longer. The ambulance is on the way. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it, I promise. But… But why were you even out? You should’ve been safely at home.”

Why had they been out again…?

“The meal,” they croaked. “The special meal I promised you… I was supposed to cook it today…”

“Oh, Whumpee… Sweet, sweet Whumpee… You can be so stubborn sometimes, you know that?” 

Whumpee didn’t respond. It was too tiring. Soon, they could hear the ambulance sirens in the distance. They were loaded into the back of the vehicle and shipped off to the nearest hospital. Caretaker was with them every step of the way, right up until they pushed them into the operating room on a stretcher. They put a mask onto their face to administer the anaesthesia and told them to count down from ten.

“Ten… Nine…”

Everything went dark.

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Whump Things I've Said To My Puppy

I saw someone else do something similar to this so I'd like to add on. I just got a new puppy and noticed some whump-like things.

"Good dogs don't bite."

"Sit down."

"I promise you can't run faster than me."

"Gentle... Gentle... Yes! Good boy!"

"You can come out when you stop crying."

"I haven't put a collar on, but don't think that means I won't"

"Behave."

"Do you want to go in your crate? No? Then lets rethink our decisions."

"Shh... It's okay. It's just medicine. It's okay- open your mouth. There you go. Was that so hard?"

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“From now on, you have no responsibilities, no stress. I understand if you need to keep fighting, though. You need to feel like this is completely out of your control, or else you’ll feel guilty for resting. It’s alright. Fight until you’re satisfied that there’s no escape. I won’t take it personally.”

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Noah, Part 2

By the time Xavier reaches his car, (a few blocks down because of the horrible traffic) the omega seems to be much more lucid and his trembling is a bit less terrifying. The raincoat Xavier draped over him seems to be helping, but he curses himself for not wearing a coat that day. The little bundle in his arms would be so much more comfortable right now. The rain hasn't lessened any and a powerful gust of wind blows droplets into his car as soon as he opens the door. He decides to sacrifice some ease of driving in order to keep the omega close to his chest where his warmth can hopefully do something to soothe the violent tremors still wracking the tiny body. He wonders briefly if he might be better off taking the omega to the hospital, but in his state, the bruises...the hospital might not be the safest place for him. Maybe he needs to be somewhere were no one will find him.

Gently he tilts the omega's head, looking for a mating bite. He grimaces as he finds it, running his finger over the scar tissue. It's rough and raised, the scar tissue spread much further then the original bite size could have been. He bristles, knowing it hasn't been properly taken care of, his brow furrowing more as the omega twitches a whimpers in pain. The site of a mating bite shouldn't hurt, it should feel good.

He pulls over, gently touching the omega's shoulder. "Can you hear me little one?" He opens his eyes, looking dazed and Xavier moves his hand to the bony hip to steady the omega as he squirms, disoriented. "It's ok, I promise. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you remember? I found you in the road." He says quickly. The omega stills, body instinctively pressing into Xavier's warmth. He holds the omega closer, his other hand moving to stroke his hair gently, slowly, gauging whether he's comfortable. He mewls, snuggling closer, his instincts responding to Xavier's scent.

The omega seems calm enough now, so he pulls back onto the road. He can ask the important questions later, for now he just wants to keep the omega as comfortable as possible until he can get him into some dry clothes and maybe some food. Xavier probably doesn't have much he would like to eat, but maybe he could order pizza or something. Everyone likes pizza, right?

The omega stiffens as he pulls into the driveway, and Xavier shushes him gently, assuring him "It's ok. No one's going to hurt you. Can you tell me your name?" He asks gently. The omega hesitates for a moment, almost as if he has to remember it.

"N-noah." He mumbles, avoiding Xavier's eyes.

"Good boy." He praises, patting the omega's head . The boy preens, arching into his touch and smiling shyly. Xavier relaxes, grateful to have something that makes the omega feel safe. "Will you let me take you inside Noah?" He asks, moving to open his door. Noah whines softly, his hands balling Xavier's shirt in his tight grasp. "It's ok." He murmurs. "You're a good boy Noah, all safe." The omega slumps back again, but his heartbeat still pounds quickly against Xavier's chest. He pushes the door open and steps out, holding Noah closer as he stands. The omega buries his face in Xavier's chest, whining pitiously.

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Does anyone have tips on writing affini dialogue? It's pretty far from my normal style but I desperately need to write HDG or I might die. I'm trying to read up on as much as I can, but other tips would be amazing.

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Are there any Human Domestication Guide stories where the mc willingly goes to a domestication center or similar? I've been looking but can't find anything and I really want to read a willing human's experience.

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Desperately love a Whumper that likes to dress up their Whumpee (pet). Hair, clothes, maybe makeup...

It's fun mental manipulation, cause Whumper gets full control over a pretty basic human right, and as a plus, fashionable clothes are often really uncomfortable.

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Just a Couple Days

TW: Needles, (Consensual?) Kidnapping, Cursing

"For all the times you've gotten angry because I stayed up too late," Villain chucked. "You seem to be awake at such a late hour of the night."

"Why are you in my house?" Hero didn't look up from the paperwork they were filling out.

"You call this a house?" Villain looked around the half-decent apartment the hero agency had assigned to them, mockingly gesturing to the dishwasher that had broken down weeks ago. They had probably just resorted to hand washing. Villain saw the soap on the edges of the sink.

Hero continued writing. "You're avoiding my question."

Villain shrugged. "I just wanted to see you." They murmured, their hand running along the edge of the desk.

"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"This really is a pretty terrible desk." 

"This really is a horrible time for you to come over." 

"Oh, what? Am I interrupting you from your important paperwork?" Villain leaned on the edge of the desk, snatching one of the forms before Hero could respond. Villain took note of that and frowned. "You're reaction time."

Hero slumped into the chair with a huff. "My reaction time is excellent." 

"I had already read half the page by the time you tried to snatch this back." Villain waved it a bit.  "How many hours of sleep did you get? "

"If you came here to kick my ass, just do it already."

"Oh, who's avoiding questions now?" Villain set the paper down in favor of grabbing Hero by the chin, leaning over the desk to make sure Hero couldn't avoid them. "Go to sleep."

Hero scowled. "This is due tomorrow. I don't exactly have time for you-"

"You have time when I say you do." Villain snapped, letting go and pulling a syringe out of their pocket. "Do I need to force you to sleep?"

Hero's demeanor went from irritated to downright fearful. "You wouldn't."

Villain smiled. "Can't finish those papers if you've been kidnapped."

They expected protests, fighting even. But the real shock came when Hero simply tossed the pen down and rubbed their hand over their face. "Please."

Now it was Villain's turn to be shocked. "You want this?" They blurted out.

The nod was hesitant but there. "Just for a couple days." Villain saw the gears turning. "I just need some time to clear my head- no, I could pay if you want- oh God, what am I doing?"

Villain set the shiny syringe down. "No need for payment. I know what your salary is." They busied themselves by searching his pockets for a sack and rope (Hero always teased them about their never-ending pockets).

Hero began to protest. "I'll go willingly, just-"

"Oh, I know you will. But there are security cameras outside the building, and I don't think the Agency will be happy when they see you just walking out of the building."

Hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "No sedative?"

"Oh, darling."

Villain knew how everyone would react if they found out Hero had been awake when kidnapped. How they should've done more to fight. How they should've been better. Villain wondered how Hero could take all the criticism despite everything they've done for the city. This needed to look real. Villain knew Hero would fight out of pure instinct the moment the sack went on.

Hero sighed, defeated. "Just..." Their gaze never left the needle. "A small dosage."

Villain moved swiftly, the needle in Hero's arm before their sluggish brain could comprehend what was happening. "With how much sleep you've gotten?" They murmured as they pushed a little bit of the drug in. "I don't think you're going to wake up soon."

In all honesty, they didn't need to take a full dosage. Hero was out like a light, eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they slumped into the Villain's waiting arms. They chuckled, grabbing the sack.

They wouldn't hurt the Hero. At least not now. There was no fun in fighting your nemesis when they weren't up to your level. Hero needed help, something Villain would be happy to provide.

Villain left the tiny apartment and the now burning stack of papers with Hero slung over their shoulder and the determination to give them the help they deserved.

Constructive Criticism is very much appreciated! :) Hope y'all have an amazing day/night!

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Strong characters who don't show any fear. Even when captured. Even when they're on their knees, with their hands tied behind their back, when a fist or boot or weapon is about to connect with their face. They don't glance up in fear, they don't flinch, don't attempt to make a miserable attempt to fight back or run. They don't beg or plea. They simply take it.

They're not resigned. They're just biding their time. And waiting.

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Gruff Caretaker x stoic Whumpee

It's beautiful it's perfect and I haven't read nearly enough of it.

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Hear No Evil Masterlist

Rowan is an activist with the Pet Liberation Front. He has spent the better part of a decade assisting the cause as a multimedia specialist, but never spends much time with the victims he is so intent on saving. After going undercover as a buyer to capture abuse on film, he finds a broken boy that steals his heart. Before Rowan knows it, he has a rescue pet at home. Both Rowan and his new houseguest must take steps to heal and adjust to their new normal.

Chapters

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 (tbd)

Asks and Drabbles

(tbd)

Old Chapters

Six chapters were completed before I decided to rewrite and rework this story to better reflect my vision for the characters.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6

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Whumpee leaves Caretaker's house to go get something (food, cleaning supplies, ect) maybe because they feel guilty for something they did, or it was an old duty of theirs, but they have a really bad fever. And I mean really bad. Splitting headache, shivering but somehow drenched in sweat, ect.

They go to cross the road, technically jaywalking, but they need to hurry so they can finish before Caretaker gets back. But maybe their vision is a little blurry, and their ears are ringing too, plus the driver is on their phone...

(Bonus: Caretaker is the one driving the car, but I don't even like thinking about that 😭)

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Compliant/Broken Whumpee

"Yes master. I'm a good boy for you. I'm...I'm a good lab rat."

"Thank you for the food sir. It's drugged? I know..."

"I'm sorry master. Please, please punish me so I can be better."

"M-master? You forgot to give me my medication today. I...thank you master."

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Terrified Whumpee:

Nonononononono I'll be good master I'm sorry please i-i didn't mean-"

"Please sir please you don't need the tranquilizer I'll be still, I'll be so still!"

"Yes master, I'm a bad mutt. G-get on the table? I-Please master."

"I-Im...sorry...mmh... c-cant...breathe..."